Josh and the Heavy Metal Divers - Chapter B

Author: CaptainNemo
Title: Josh and the Heavy Metal Divers - Chapter B
Date: 18 November 2018

A day full of heavy gear was lying ahead of the students. The whole class showed up on the training barge in their black thermal undersuits. Countless golden zippers were shimmering in the morning sun, contrasting the cute, dense grown crew cuts and the notorious three-day-beards of the future hard hat divers. The mood of the boys appeared to be a mixture between respect and love of adventure.

“Your brain and your hands will be your most important resources as a diver”, 29 y.o. instructor and commercial diver Scott explained to the students, “always use them wisely. We can protect your head with an elaborated diving helmet. But you have to take care of your hands on your own, once you are under water.”

Josh gazed at the soft, mostly unruffled hands of his mates. Each one would be working on heavy gear today, and would also do his first rubber-gloved tasks under water. As a result, a wonderful mixture of metal and rubber scents would be sticking on each single boy’s hand for hours. Josh sniffed at his fingers, which only gave off a faint brass smell from the zippers of his jumpsuit at this time. But it would be much more intense very soon. He already felt his cock stiffen in his large capacity condom, awaiting a very horny procedure of pure masculinity, when preparing for the dive.

Josh just couldn’t know that his mate Zack, at the same time, shared exactly the same perceptions and sexual feelings. The only difference was the condom he wore under his jumpsuit. Zack had retained his high-performance, space-rated piece of rubber from his time at the Neutral Buoyancy Lab. He was very keen on spending his load as soon as he would be enclosed absolutely airtight in his metal-scented copper helmet. Leonard was rock hard, too. He knew he would shoot an enormous amount of sperms once his helmet would be sealed. And Sam, who had already experienced hours of hard hat diving, was looking forward to dive with all those lovely mates. He remembered how excited he was when he performed his first-ever masturbation into an old rubber glove, during his first hard hat dive, years ago. With all those incredible guys becoming divers, he expected an incredible amount of gay joy. As a precaution, Sam had pulled a smelly black rubber glove, with the inside out, over his cock before donning the undersuit.

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It started with connecting the air supply to the diving helmets. Under the watchful eyes of instructor Scott, the students had to screw the air connectors of the black rubber hoses onto massive pressure regulator valves for each diving dress. These regulators, which the divers would wear on their chest, featured a hand wheel for controlling the air flow into the helmet.

Zack visibly enjoyed holding the nearly one-pound weighing valve in his hands. An eyelet, attached to its corpus on a chain link, made a clinging metallic sound.

“Boy, love that marine-grade brass”, Zack said, sniffing at his fingers with narrow eyes, “that smell makes you feel like a man.“

“Absolutely”, Josh nodded.

“Wait until you get into your helmet”, Sam said with an ironic grin, preparing a heavy breastplate, “that will become part of your everyday life as a diver. I had to get accustomed to it years ago.”

“Can’t imagine anything better, man”, Leonard murmured, holding one of the copper helmets in his hands. He stood there with a wide stance, like a cowboy.

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Josh and Zack would be the first pair of divers going down. Leonard and Sam would act as tenders for them.

When Josh was suiting up, he had a huge hardon all the time. With the feeling of heavy rubber all over his body, it intensified when he got into his cold and heavy breastplate. He could smell the odor of solid metal from the young hands of tender Leonard, while he tightened the brales and wing nuts on the breastplate seal, using a brass T-wrench. When Josh put his chin on the massive helmet flange which framed his neck, the smell of metal also rubbed off on his chin. He watched his brass-toed boots and felt his cock growing to the maximum beneath his heavy rubber suit. Since his last ejaculation was more than 10 days ago, Josh was getting off now very quickly.

The huge helmet, attached to the chest valve, was already waiting for him in the unruffled hands of Sam. I will inhale the smell of copper for hours, Josh thought. My hands already have it from that chest valve, and they will now be covered in stinky rubber gloves. Suiting up in a hard hat diving rig was like the essence of being a man, Josh thought, while gazing at great-looking diver Zack in his breastplate.

“Boy, I never felt so masculine”, Zack said, just getting into his black rubber gloves, and moving his boots with his dark eyes shimmering. He was full of excitement. At that wonderful sight, Josh felt a large, joyful portion of precum coming off. From now on, his penis felt moistened and lubricated in a very horny way inside its tight-fitting rubber prison. He would shoot a very large amount today!

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Scott explained every fitting and valve on the iconic Mark V helmets to the boys. The group was standing around Josh and Zack, who were still seated on their dressing benches , fully suited and tied up in their leather straps and weight belts. Meanwhile, both divers proudly held their helmets on their knees.

The helmet was surprisingly heavy in Josh’s rubber gloved hands. Especially its solid chin valve and the heavy pressure fitting for the air hose proved to be very horny for him.

Josh had been assigned the call sign “Blue Diver”, while Zack would be “Red Diver” on the intercom system.

“Okay boys, get into your helmets now!” Scott instructed them.

Getting the helmet on and locked in place by tenders Leonard and Sam was a ritual which reeked of masculinity. Josh felt imprisoned inside the smelly, uncoated copper shell with its brass fittings. The spring-loaded safety mechanism, which locked the helmet on the threaded neck flange of the breastplate, created an audible metallic “click” on Josh, and subsequently on Zack. The divers would not be able to remove their helmets on their own.

“Get sealed now!” Scott advised.

The faceplate was closed. Josh’s nose touched the massive brass frame of the small porthole in front of his face. Meanwhile, Leonard latched the airtight lock and screwed in a securing wing nut, using his T-wrench.

“Boy, now you are really locked in”, Josh murmured, inhaling the scents of rubber, sweat, sea water, copper and brass. More precum found its way into his condom.

“Okay, Blue Diver, turn up your chest valve, open your dump valve and check your chin button”, Scott instructed him via the intercom.

When he had opened his air supply, Josh pressed his chin against the brass button of the helmet valve. He could feel the cold, slightly smelly metal through his stubble chin beard. For him, this was a strange feeling of additional horny stimulation.

“Blue diver, now inflate your suit”, Scott advised him, “pull your chin button!”

Josh took the chin button between his lips and pulled it. While he even tasted the metal now, his suit slowly ballooned, until his rubber gloves inflated to stiff shape. The hiss of rubbery smelling air, filling his helmet and his suit, didn’t stop.

“Oorghh”, Josh moaned, the metal button still between his lips, full of rubbery arousal. Through his small side viewport, he could also see Zack’s suit inflating.

“Blue and Red Diver, you both look like you haven’t shot your loads for a couple of days!” Scott said in a serious pitch.

“Yes sir”, Josh moaned. He felt an orgasm approaching very fast.

“You should never hold it back, you know.”

“I can’t delay it any more, Sir” Josh groaned.

“Don’t delay it. Shoot it right now! You guys will finally be real men - once you did this in a Mark V!”

“Yes Sir… Oh my god…”

“Blue Diver, don’t stop pulling your chin button!”

“Aargh!”, Josh moaned inside his helmet, sucking on his chin button again. He couldn’t move any more in his tightly inflated suit. A hot flash of very intense joy ran through his whole body. All that rubbery, metallic, sweaty and stinky stuff on him became a part of himself. It was the most wonderful feeling he ever experienced. “AARGH!” Finally, a very thick stream of cum, piled up within ten days, was shooting into his condom!

Zack, at the same time, also delivered his load into his condom in an intense manner. Both divers fired a mass of cum larger than they had ever shot so far. It was very joyful and very long lasting.

Leonard and Sam had to fight against squirting off, too, when they watched and listened the scene. They both wanted to spare their juices until it was their turn to get sealed in the helmets. So they tried to control themselves.

“Okay, Blue and Red Diver, you should be relaxed for your dive now”, they heard Scott’s voice on the intercom, “by the way, you look awesome in your suits!”

When the divers took their heavy steps towards the ladder, leading down into the water, both boys knew they were real Mark V divers from head to toe now.