Josh and the Heavy Metal Divers - Chapter A

Author: CaptainNemo
Title: Josh and the Heavy Metal Divers
Date: 17 November 2018

Josh was a great looking, athletic built 20 y.o. guy from the north. Blue eyes, blond crewcut and a beautifully grown blond goatee gave him an amazing appearance. Besides being an ice hockey player in full gear and helmet, he preferred wearing a casual, but somehow roughneck-styled clothing: Bomber jacket, Carhartt pants, steel-toed boots and a rugged G-Shock watch.

Since he was a little boy, Josh had been dreaming of being a helmet diver. As a youngster, he had shot his first load while phantasizing on a dive in a heavy Mark V rig. When he was a college boy, he watched a National Geographic documentation on hard hat sponge divers. He almost instantly jacked off in front of his TV when he learned that their youngest diver, who was regularly going down in the heavy copper and brass helmet, was at his age. Since that time, Josh had spent many youthful loads on the concept of becoming a hard hat diver as soon as possible.

Another passion of himself was working on locks and keys, as well as lock picking. He always carried a heavy bunch of keys and a multifunctional tool, hanging from a snap hook on his belt. Sometimes he was called to his ice hockey club, when one of the boys had lost the key to his padlock in the locker room. Josh could open it within a blink of an eye.

He even had gone through some training as an amateur escape artist. At least, he was able to free himself from a harness of heavy steel chains and brass padlocks around his body.

Generally spoken, working with heavy metal provided some special satisfaction for Josh. In spite of being gay from the very beginning, the smell of steel, copper and brass on his hands had always reminded him of being a man. He even liked, to some extent, the harsh odor which the heavy-duty brass zipper on his bomber jacket sometimes rubbed off onto his hands.

Now he was riding his motorbike, in his full racing leathers, on his way to the Northern Working Divers Institute (NWDI). Since his decision to sign up for the commercial diver training, he had been suffering from an almost uninterrupted, massive hard-on. He selected that diving school because of the extensive Mark V dive training it offered to its students. On the days leading up to his departure for the dive school, he had wanked off every day, shooting very large loads of cum. He also hoped to find some horny, like-minded guys at the dive school. Now, stopping at some traffic lights, Josh looked into the mirror of his Yamaha, blinking at himself through the open visor of his Arai full-face helmet: “Boy, soon you will be a Mark V diver!”

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On the first day at the school, the director received the new class in the main auditorium. The big screen showed a Mark V diver in full gear, and the headline: “Welcome to class 107-16”.

Most of the students were between their late teens and mid twenties. The majority had shaven their hair to a military-style, short crew cut, to comply with a recommendation of the institute. It instructed the new students to appear with a short hairdo. This way, their heads would better fit into the institute’s tight-fitting rubber diving hoods, and diving helmets.

Each of the boys got some accessory equipment from the dive school: at first, a Diver’s Manual and Handbook, and a personal diving logbook. Next was a blue, padded head cushion with an individual nametag of the diver, for use in the institute’s Kirby Morgan and Miller helmets.

The boys could also select between some casual-looking clothes as their school uniform. Josh chose a black hoodie, a white longsleeve shirt, a blue tee-shirt and a black baseball cap. Like every piece of the school’s clothing, it was printed with the institute’s name and a beautiful Mark V helmet badge.

For each of the young diving students, the institute also provided a black, padded thermal overall, which was to be used as individual underwear in the school’s heavy duty rubber drysuits. It was equipped with a number of pockets on the waist, breast and knees. It featured the diver’s nametag, a big Mark V logo on the back and countless heavy duty brass zippers. Josh especially liked the small pocket on the left upper arm. He would use it to store some ultra high capacity condoms.

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During the first few days, Josh didn’t find any opportunity to jack off. He felt the pressure growing in his crotch during the theory lessons, which were held in the first week.

His roommate at the institute was red-haired Leonard, a 19 y.o., rather tough welder, who wanted to become an offshore diver. When they prepared for going to sleep in the late evening, Leonard was only wearing a pair of underpants, a tank top shirt and a rugged steel necklace. His quite muscular body featured some cool tattoos of armored knights and dragons.

“He is definitely husband material”, Josh thought, gazing at Leonard from his bunk. But he couldn’t even think of trying any gay advances towards him. In the man’s world of the commercial diving school, this might have led to a quick end of his career. He even had to control his eye-contact to the other, sexually active guys, in order to avoid any “gaydar” suspicions.

So he watched his erotic looking, future-diver roommate in a more clandestine way. With his young and strong metal worker’s hands, Leonard was just opening the huge brass padlock on his locker.

“Marine-grade brass”, Leonard said with his friendly, but dark voice, sniffing at his fingers after removing the lock, “on those awesome diving helmets we are going to work in, it will be much like the same.” He was blinking at Josh.

“Yeah”, Josh said, thinking that Leonard was exactly the right stuff for becoming a Mark V diver, “do you like working on heavy metal?”

“Sure. I am a plumber and a welder. I also have been in complete, heavy plate armor very often”, Leonard explained, “since I was a 15 year old.”

“Oh my god”, Josh murmured, full of surprise, “where did you get that opportunity?” His gaze rested on Leo’s upper arm tattoo, showing a knight’s helmet with its visor down.

“I often participated in medieval festivals. Last year, I finally purchased my own suit of armor, custom-made to my size.” The expression in Leonard’s face was proud. He scratched his cute, reddish beard stubbles growing under his chin.

He took his mobile phone and showed it to Josh:

“Look at this. This was taken last summer!”

Josh watched the picture gallery on Leo’s social media account.

It showed a very cute ginger man Leonard in a full, shimmering suit of plate armor! In the first picture, he was carrying his helmet under his arm, in the next, he had his full-metal helmet on, but the visor still up, and in the last picture, he was ready for fighting, with visor down and a massive sword in his armor gloves.

“Oh my god”, Josh repeated. His cock had erected in a very rapid pace. Leonard was smiling at him in a slightly ironic manner.

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On the penultimate evening of the theoretical introduction week, the diving students where sitting together, going through some exercises in their student’s workbook. The next morning, they would take their first written examination.

Diving student Zachary, 21 years, also known as Zack, seemed to be an expert in pressure calculations and breathing systems. He wanted to become a life-support engineer one day. The commercial diving training was just one of his first steps in reaching that goal. Black-haired, quite skinny and intellectual in his appearance, he was looking very forward to his Mark V training, anyway.

“Can’t wait to get into that awesome suit”, he said, moving his legs in an excited manner. Could it be possible that his bulge has grown? Josh asked himself, when he watched Zack. The sleek guy was just studying the sketch of the full Mark V rig in his workbook, and his body tension seemed to rise every minute. He will look very beautiful in a copper and brass Mark V breastplate, Josh thought, getting rock hard.

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Some time later, they took a break on the balcony. A full Moon was beautifully shining over the harbor with the diving school and its training docks.

“Boys, wouldn’t you love to walk around up there in a full spacesuit?” Zack asked his mates, pointing to the Moon.

“Absolutely”, Leonard answered. “I had a moonwalker poster above my bed as a kid. Must really be a dream coming true.”

Sam nodded, too. “Being a space walker must be very similar to diving heavy gear”, he said.

Not too unusual that boys from this region are dreaming of being an astronaut, Josh contemplated. The diving institute was located in a big city, which was also home of a famous aircraft and rocket manufacturer.

“Have you ever been near to a real space suit?” he asked Zack.

“Yeah”, Zack replied, his dark eyes shimmering beautifully, “I was allowed to dive a real astronaut training suit. That was in the neutral buoyancy lab, when I was working there as a junior assistant.”

“Unbelievable”, Josh marveled.

“Have a look at this, guys.” Zack took his tablet computer, and opened a picture gallery. It showed a slightly younger Zack in a full space suit, holding his bubble helmet, next to the big training pool of the space administration. He was wearing astronaut boots, black pressure gloves, and there were multiple red and blue anodized pressure connectors on the chest of his bulky white suit. His cute smile looked incredible over his red metal neckring.

“It’s absolutely awesome when you get into your helmet, and the suit is pressurized. It becomes difficult to move”, he explained with excitement in his voice, “even your gloves inflate!”

“Incredible”, Leonard said, running his hand over Zack’s back in a friendly manner, “a dude who has already gone through that is really something special!”

“What about going to the restroom during such a simulation?” Sam asked.

“Every astronaut - and in this case, every diver - has to wear a rubber condom beneath the undergarment”, Zack explained, with an ironic grin in his cute face, “it belongs to a special pee collection system.”

“And what about you? You also used that?” Sam asked, grinnig from ear to ear.

“Sure”, Zack smiled, “there was a special story on that issue. I will tell you about it, if you promise to keep it secret.”

“We do”, the three mates replied, nearly with one voice.

“There was some strange research going on at that time”, Zack explained, “the experts, all those academic egg-heads, you know, had a very unpleasant problem, from their point of view. One of the real astronauts had ejaculated into the system during his real-world space walk, and that caused a failure of the suit 300 miles above earth. His space walk had to be aborted. So they wanted me to test a new design of the condom during an underwater simulation… and its capability of handling such a situation. That’s why they selected a very young guy like me. They expected me to deliver a massive amount of… you know what I mean!”

“And did you perform good on that task?” Leonard asked, laughing, “I mean, otherwise they should have asked me!”

“Of course I did”, Zack giggled, “I think I performed better than they expected. I had to repeat the dive a few days later, using an even larger condom!”

Oh my god, it’s getting better from day to day, Josh thought, fighting against his massive hard-on.

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On the eve of their first diving day, Josh, Leonard, Zack and Sam were sitting together again. Each one had passed his written examination. With the dive training approaching, Josh kept constantly fighting to hold his cock down. He was in danger of an instant hardon at any time. His great, sexy mates – a full-metal knight and an underwater space suit ejaculation boy – provided additional arousal to him.

“Are you already excited, guys?” Leonard asked. “Tomorrow, we all will be suited, bolted and buckled into heavy gear! I think this will be the best day of my life!”

“Can’t wait any more, too”, Zack moaned, moving his legs to cover his crotch.

Sam, a hipster-like 20 y.o., who was wearing a black woolen cap and a bunch of keys on a lanyard around his neck, kept very cool instead.

“For me, it will not be new”, he explained with an unagitated voice, while he was scratching his ash blond chin beard with one of his keys, “I have been diving this type of gear with my brother since I was 15. It’s fun, but no problem for a guy.”

“Incredible”, Leonard marveled, “how did you get into that?”

Josh stared at the boy, electrified. He couldn’t believe what he just had heard. This cutie had already been diving a Mark V helmet for years! He felt his penis stiffen rapidly.

“My uncle is owner of a fish farm in the west”, Sam explained, “there is a lot of underwater maintenance, which requires diving in the ponds. That’s why my uncle had two Desco commercial rigs in place for decades, always ready for operation. He taught me and my little brother diving the gear as teenagers, when we helped him during the holidays.”

Josh’s cock was growing faster and faster while he listened to that story.

“I think I accumulated more than 100 diving hours in that equipment”, Sam continued, “that’s one of my reasons for finally getting a commercial diver certification. My little brother will follow next year, when he gets out of school.”

The concept of the two boys in the heavy gear almost made Josh mad. He could shoot his full load at any moment now!

“Look at this. This is me and my brother in hard hat gear”, Sam said, turning his notebook computer to his mates.

A picture was showing two hard hat divers in full rigs, sitting side by side on a wooden bench. Two young lad’s faces could be seen behind the open viewports of their enormous, shimmering copper helmets. They both were wearing brass boots and huge black rubber gloves.

Josh could feel the soft breath of diver Sam in his neck when he got near the computer screen. When Zack moved near him to watch the photo, Josh got the impression that a slight odor of male juices rose up from Zack’s pants.

“What’s the air quality inside those helmets?” Leonard asked, “is there a special scent in such a suit?”

“Like metal, and some rubber”, Sam replied, “a suit for a real guys.”

The boys grinned.

Josh gazed at the cute, soft hands of Sam. How often he had been working on rubber and real heavy gear? Full of lust, he felt his precum creating some wet spots in his underpants now.