The brisk sea breeze whipped around me as I stood beside Marcus, the towering figure they call Big Blue. Our gazes locked onto the churning waves, their white-capped peaks glistening under the midday sun. This scientific boat, our floating laboratory, was home for now.
“How was it last week, Rivers?” Marcus asked, his voice a low rumble that cut through the wind’s ceaseless symphony. His blue eyes pierced right through me, full of curiosity and concern.
I shivered, but not from the cold. Last week, I’d tested the experimental diving suit for the first time, an underwater playground of pleasure. Its sinful touch still lingered on my skin. “It was… intense,” I finally admitted, feeling my cheeks grow warm.
Marcus’s lips quirked into a knowing smirk. “It was intense watching you, that’s for sure. Alex for example still tries to hide his raging boner he gets when thinking of your performance hoping no one notices”
Before I could respond, he stepped closer, invading my personal space like only someone who’s earned that privilege can do. His fingers brushed against mine, sending a jolt straight to my core.
“Today we do the first open-water test, Ethan,” he challenged, his voice barely above a whisper.
My heart pounded in my ears as I imagined sinking into the ocean with Marcus by my side, exploring the depths together. He wasn’t just offering adventure; his voice promised something more intimate.
“You sure about this, Blue?” I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady.
“Call me Marcus,” he murmured, his breath hot against my cheek before he moved in, closing the distance between us. “In and out of the water.”
His words echoed in my mind like a siren song, urging me to surrender to the allure of the deep blue sea and the man standing before me. I nodded, unable to form coherent sentences anymore.
The brisk sea breeze whipped against my face as I stood next to Marcus on the deck of the colossal scientific boat. I couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down my spine, despite the warm sun overhead. My thoughts drifted back to last week’s dive, where I had my first encounter with the experimental diving suit, now affectionately called ‘Ethan’s pleasure pelt.’
Marcus, noticing my distraction, placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “You were a real talent last week, Ethan, everybody in the team would love to change place with me and have a dive with you,” he said, his voice steady and encouraging. “But I think it’s time we had another chat about that suit.”
His words pulled me back to the present. I glanced over at Marcus, taking in the intensity in his piercing blue eyes as he spoke. There was a noticeable glint of excitement there, and I could sense a hint of something more in his tone.
He continued, “You see, that suit is designed to fulfill every sexual desire you have. It heats up, hugging your body like a second skin. And those sheaths? They’re not just for show.” Marcus winked at me, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “The cock-sheath has a vibrator and an automatic urethral sounding device. And the anal-sheath? It can act as a dildo or be filled with one.”
A jolt of electricity shot through me as I listened to him explain the suit’s functionalities. My mind raced, remembering the suit’s capabilities. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart pound in my chest. “So, it’s meant to help us…you know, while we’re underwater?” I asked, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.
Marcus nodded, taking a step closer. “Exactly. Let me explain. You know, a lot of divers get horny as hell down there breathing exotic gas-mixtures, having all that rubber gear surrounding them and feeling like some kind of Superhero” He paused, searching my eyes. “They do not have the possibility to just jack-off in front of their colleagues in the cramped diving-bell and out in the water the usual suits are too bulky to get a good grip on one’s cock. Because of this our facility developed this suit. It is meant to be worn at any time during a saturation dive to get the hormones right when needed and the diver focused afterwards.”
I could feel the heat radiating from Marcus’s body. His words stirred something deep within me – a curiosity, a desire to test the limits of this extraordinary suit. And as I looked into his eyes, I knew he felt the same.
“But today, a nice shallow familiarization-dive is scheduled. Just us two, no big task to work on.” He said a little bit disappointed.
We got to the dive-deck. It was time to get ready.
The cool sea breeze caressed my bare skin as I stripped off my clothes. Marcus stood next to me, his muscular form already naked and glistening in the sunlight. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
“You ready for this, kid?” Marcus asked with a wink, holding out my experimental suit.
I nodded, unable to find words as I took in the sleek black latex. Slowly, I slid my foot into the leg of the suit. The material clung to my skin, cool and slick. A shiver ran up my spine.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Marcus’s deep voice sent a thrill through me. “Wait till you get that cock sheath on” I responded.
I continued working the suit up my legs, relishing the tight embrace. When I got to my groin, I paused.
“Take your time,” Marcus said softly.
Taking a deep breath, I guided my already half-hard cock into the sheath. The snug fit made me gasp, it was almost as if it sucked it in by itself, my cock sliding in place without effort, then the material tightened a bit holding it in place.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
“That’s it,” Marcus encouraged. “Let it take you.”
I finished pulling on the suit, my entire body tingling with sensation. Every movement sent sparks of pleasure through me. I looked over at Marcus, who was watching me as he donned his own suit.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“Incredible,” I admitted. “Like it’s a part of me.”
My heart raced. The suit clung to every curve, defining muscle and sinew, the smooth material unyielding yet warm against out skin. Reaching down, I felt my suit, smooth and shiny. The built-in heating system kicked in, bathing my cock in a radiant warmth that made me shiver with expectation.
Marcus mirrored my actions, inching his long, lean body into his own suit, his eyes locked with mine the entire time. Our breaths grew ragged as the anal-sheaths slid into place, entering our holes by itself as if they were controlled by their own will. Finally they inflated a little bit to fix them in place, sending another shiver through my body. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way Marcus’s suit clung to his toned ass, accentuating every muscle, my cheeks flushing with arousal.
“Fuck, this feels… crazy every time,” Marcus breathed.
“Yeah, I know ,” I managed, my own voice sounding strained even to my own ears. “But crazy in a good way, right?”
Marcus’s response was a low grunt of affirmation as he finished sealing his suit, the latex-like material seamlessly bonding together. Once again we admired each other’s latex-clad forms, appreciating the way the suits accentuated every ripple and curve of our bodies, our hard cocks now on full display.
With a cocky grin, I grabbed my rebreather, attaching the hoses to the side ports on my helmet. I put on the helmet, the internal mask sealing off my nose and mouth I inhaled the Nitrox tasting of rubber, feeling a shiver of anticipation course down my spine as the various sensations converged. He could see the same hunger mirrored in Marcus’s eyes as he too donned his rebreather.
“Ready for this?” I purred, my voice distorted through the comms.
Marcus’s only response was a feral growl as he closed the helmet’s seals.
With a nod from Marcus, we stepped into the diving bell, followed by the clanging of metal doors sealing us in. The winch turned, lowering them into the depths.
As we descended, my gaze lingered on Marcus, taking in the sight of the rebreather attached to his helmet with two massive corrugated hoses.
His mind wandered, wondering what Marcus might look like after hours of diving, sweaty and spent, sealed within his latex suit. Inhaling deeply, he felt the Nitrox enter his lungs.
Feeling his own excitement grow, Ethan glanced at the console readout, focusing on the numbers to maintain a semblance of composure. Their descent slowed as they stabilized at 90 feet, the facility’s observation glass flickering into view.
“Finally,” Marcus said, a touch of relief in his voice.
Ethan couldn’t help but grin, his eyes never leaving Marcus’s form.
“Now, let’s see what this suits can do. I activate full diving mode.”
A shiver ran through me as I felt the suit come alive. The urethra sound caught me off guard. I gasped as I felt it slide in slowly deeper and even deeper into my cock, past where it had gone before.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, my voice tight. “Marcus, it’s…”
“I know,” he grunted. “Just relax and let it happen.”
The sound continued its inexorable journey, pushing past my prostate and sending sparks of intense sensation through my groin which made my eyes roll back in my head. My breath came in short pants as I felt it breach my bladder.
“Jesus,” I hissed. “Is it supposed to go that far?”
Marcus nodded, the suit is supposed to be worn all the time, sometimes for days, it will take care of your body-functions down there.
The intense feeling of the sound passing my prostate ceased slowly and was replaced by the warm fullness of my urethra.
Together, they delved into the unknown, emboldened by the excitement of exploration and the tantalizing promise of pleasure that awaited them beneath the waves.
The silence down here was absolute, broken only by the occasional crackle of communication through our helmets.
My heart raced as I looked at Marcus, who was already checking his instruments with a practiced hand. Our eyes met, and I saw the same thrill mirrored in his gaze.
“Ready?” he asked.
I nodded, taking a deep breath from my rebreather. The rebreather hoses snaked around me like an extension of my own body, every inch of them pulsating with life as I drew each breath. It was intoxicating, exhilarating – it made me feel invincible!
I watched Marcus swim ahead, his latex-clad figure was a sight to behold, sleek and powerful as he moved effortlessly through the water. His perfectly rounded muscular butt popping up and down with every stroke he did, the hard cock dangling between just out of reach for me. It took all my self-control not to stare, but I couldn’t help but appreciate the erotic allure of our situation.
We were alone, deep beneath the surface, encased in latex. It was surreal, and the line between reality and fantasy became increasingly blurred.
Clearing my thoughts, I followed Marcus. The world outside might have been shrouded in darkness, but here, I felt alive like never before.
Each breath brought forth new sensations, the gases coursing through my veins, fueling my every movement. I felt empowered, unstoppable, and incredibly aroused.
Marcus must have sensed my growing excitement because he glanced back, giving me a wink. Even through the distortion of the helmet, I could see the mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Enjoying the view?” He asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his latex helmet-mask.
I couldn’t help but laugh, feeling lighter than air despite being submerged in dozens of feet of water.
“More than you know,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
As we continued our way, I couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this mission would lead to more discoveries than we ever anticipated.
And I, for one, was eager to explore every inch of it.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the erotic sight before me. The latex suit clung to Marcus like a second skin, every curve and ripple of his muscles accentuated by the sleek material.
And then there were the cock sheaths and anal-sheaths, designed to provide sexual pleasure beyond our wildest dreams.
The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It started as a low hum, building gradually until it became a wave of pure ecstasy coursing through my body. The vibrations from the sheaths sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core.
“How does that feel?” Marcus asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
I could only manage a moan in response, completely lost in the overwhelming sensations.
The anal-sheath added another layer of intensity, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine.
“Fuck, Ethan,” Marcus groaned, his own pleasure evident in his voice. “This is… incredible.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Suddenly, I felt something new. A cold, metallic sensation as my urethal sounds was pulled back by the cock-sheaths to stimulate the prostate again. My breath hitched in surprise, but the sensation quickly morphed into something else entirely.
Pleasure, raw and intense, flooded my senses. It was as if every nerve ending in my body was suddenly awake, alive with electricity.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmured, my hands gripping at my cock.
Marcus chuckled, his voice strained with his own excitement. “Just wait, Ethan. It gets better.”
My vision swam as the world around me seemed to pulse in time with my own heartbeat. Each beat of my prostate sent another wave of pleasure crashing over me, leaving me breathless and trembling.
“Marcus…” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t respond, instead focusing on his own experience. But I could feel his presence in my mind, a steady, calming influence amidst the storm of pleasure.
Together, we rode the waves of ecstasy, our bodies moving in sync as if choreographed by some higher power. We were one, connected not only by our minds but also somehow by the latex suits that bound us together.
Despite the overwhelming sensations, we hadn’t reached orgasm yet. The suits were designed to prolong the experience, to draw out the pleasure until it became almost unbearable.
And right now, I was more than okay with that.
I surrendered myself to the moment, letting go of all inhibitions and allowing the pleasure to consume me.
For once, I didn’t care about anything else but the man in front of me and the indescribable connection we shared. In this moment, nothing else mattered.
All that existed was the rhythm of our breathing, the pulse of the pleasure, and the knowledge that we were exploring uncharted territory together.
And as the waves of ecstasy continued to crash over us, I knew that this was a memory I would cherish forever.
Marcus turned around and swam up to me.
He held my arms, my legs wrapped around his tight latex-covered body.
Then he shoved his latex covered dick up my anal-sheath with a loud grunt.
As Marcus moved inside me, the latex suit tightened around my cock, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through my body.
My mind was racing, overwhelmed by the sensory overload. I tried to focus on the feeling of Marcus’s body inside mine, the sound of our moans echoing underwater.
But it was no use. My thoughts were scattered, my mind a whirlwind of pleasure and sensation.
Marcus leaned down close, his voice crackling in my earphones.
“Just let go, Ethan,” he whispered. “Don’t fight it. Just feel.”
His words struck a chord deep within me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, allowing myself to be consumed by the pleasure.
And as I did, something shifted. I felt a connection to Marcus that went beyond the physical. It was as if our minds had merged, creating a bond that transcended the limits of our bodies.
Together, we moved in harmony, our motions perfectly synchronized. The latex suit continued to tease my cock, but I barely noticed. I was lost in the moment, in the connection between us.
I saw Marcus’s breathing hoses before my face as he fucked me hard. It was a reminder of the technology that separated us from the rest of the world, but also the thing that had brought us together. Those hoses kept us breathing and alive.
I reached out, my hand shaking with anticipation. I wrapped my fingers around the hoses, feeling their warmth and solidity.
Marcus’s eyes widened as he felt my grip, but he didn’t resist. Instead, he leaned in closer, letting me grab his hoses, giving his life in my hands, his breath vibrating inside.
Slowly, I began to squeeze the hoses. I could feel the air flowing through them, feel the rhythm of Marcus’s breathing change as I restricted his airflow.
His moans grew louder, more urgent. I could see the desire in his eyes, the passion that was building deep within him.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Just like that.”
I tightened my grip further, watching as Marcus’s chest rose and fell with increasing rapidity. His body shuddered with each breath, his muscles tensing and relaxing in time with my squeezes.
The power I held in my hands was intoxicating. I was controlling Marcus’s breath, controlling his pleasure. It was a heady feeling, one that made my heart race and my cock throb.
But even as I reveled in the sensation, I knew that this wasn’t about control. This was about trust. Trusting Marcus to let me take charge, trusting myself to do what was right.
And so I continued, squeezing and releasing the hoses in time with Marcus’s ragged breathing. His moans grew louder, more urgent, he thrust even harder and desperately inside me, his urethal sound also twitching against his prostate, nearly making him losing his mind, until finally, with a cry of pleasure, he came hard inside me.
I released the hoses, watching as Marcus gasped for air, his chest heaving with exertion. His eyes were half-closed, his face flushed with pleasure.
In that moment, I knew that this was more than just sex. This was a connection, a bond that went deeper than anything I had ever experienced before.
And then the urethral sound was still deep inside me, pressing against my prostate in a way that sent shocks of pleasure through my body. I could feel every inch of it leaking precum with every movement of it, as Marcus again began pounding into me. He wanted me to cum so badly.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice strained with arousal. “So fucking good.”
I couldn’t respond. My mind was consumed by raw sensation as Marcus thrust harder and deeper, making me moan uncontrollably.
The sweat-slick latex suit clung to my skin, adding to the intensity of the experience. I could feel every muscle in Marcus’s body as he moved, his cock-sheath full of cum he shot inside me and the vibrator still buzzing against my shaft. The pressure inside me continued to build and I fought to hold back my release, wanting to prolong this intense pleasure.
But finally, it became too much. With a cry of ecstasy, I came hard, pumping load after load into the cocksheath as Marcus continued to thrust into me.
We lay there, panting and spent in each other’s embrace floating in the deep sea, our bodies were covered in sweat and cum inside our suits.
In that moment, I knew that what we shared was more than just a fling. This was love, pure and simple. And I craved it more than anything else in the world.