" WHAT I WISHED I DID ON MY VACATION "
(Continuted...)
We gassed over all the usual bull, very much at ease with one another. The fact
that we shared so many likes and dislikes (not just our fetish), made conversation
easy and fast. Even the occasional silences were natural, usually ending in one
of us asking: "Say, did you ever...", or "Bet you never heard this one...", etc.
It was almost eleven, when Donny and Mitch pulled out for the night.
Mitch borrowed some jeans and a sweatshirt from Ray, saying: "Hold onto my
gear until I'm back, it won't be long. Joel, are you gonna hang around our
neck of the woods, for a bit?" He couldn't resist adding, with a big grin:
"Lots of scenery up here you haven't seen, hate to have you miss it!"
I had made some plans, but had already decided to change them. "If there
are some guides available, I might just decide to extend my stay. Matter
of fact, I am." A few telephone calls, and the week was my own, and I
wanted to spend as much of it with these guys, as I could.
Goodbyes were said, and Donny offered me a ride back to my motel. It was
just a short distance, but I took him up on it. Ray said: "I'll call you,
in the morning, see how you're doing. Get some sleep, you might need it!"
When Donny left me off, and I settled into the quiet of my anonymous room,
I realized that my crotch was as sore as I had ever felt it. Everything
was tender, and when I thought about some of the fun I'd had, and started
to get a stirring, I deliberately took a long, cool shower and called it a
night. Before I sank into a deep, untroubled sleep, I marveled in what had
passed that day and how lucky I had been to "bump" into Ray and his
friends. What a day!
True to his word, Ray called bright and early next day. "Hope you were
able to sleep OK," he laughed over the phone, "hope you're the type that
sleeps on his back! Bet you were a little sensitive." I laughed with him,
agreeing with his assessment. He went on to explain that both Mitch and
Donny were working today, and that he had decided to get some unfinished
business taken care of, as well. "We want to get together, tomorrow, if
you're game. Same place, same group, how about it?" He didn't have to say
what he meant, but I was sure he didn't refer to the dinner we had shared,
at least, I hoped not! I agreed, quickly, and told him I'd walk out again,
to his place, and meet them a little after one in the afternoon.
After we disconnected, I found myself high on anticipation, and nowhere to
go, nothing to do. I decided to rent a car and take in some of the real
"tourist" sites. Started late in the morning, and drove slowly, enjoying
the scenery, but constantly returning to a mental picture of what had
passed and what might come. All the woods, and water didn't stand a chance
against that!
Mid afternoon, and I found myself in one of the nearby towns, Clearwater,
close to the shore. I decided to get out, grab a bite to eat, and stretch
my legs. A sign on a store near one of the piers caught my attention:
"Dive Shop." I couldn't resist walking in and taking a look. There were a
few people inside, but no one rushed to "take care" of me or observe me
"shoplifting." I was free to walk through, just looking. At the back was
another area, closed off, with a hand-etched signed proclaiming it to be
"The Rubber Room." and I was drawn to it. A guy came out, clad in a tight
neoprene wet suit, stuck to every part of his body. I couldn't help
looking, but for different than obvious reasons!
Checking himself in a full length mirror, he called back through the door.
"Paul, you made my suit fit perfectly. You're better than a tailor with
these things."
Paul emerged from the fitting room, noticed me, and included the both of us
in his explanation: "It's easy, with the right glues and the right
material. I could make anything out of rubber you wanted. Easy stuff to
handle and quick to fix." There were several thoughts going through my
mind, but none of them had to do with diving. Paul continued: "Some of my
customer have special needs and requirements, and I always satisfy them.
You'd be amazed at some of the things I've worked on. How about you, sir,
are you looking for something special?"
I was, but wasn't about to share it with him. Some dreams are best kept in
the dark! I managed to part company and returned to my car. Returned
slowly to home base, ate a leisurely dinner in town and went to bed, early.
Tomorrow was another day!
The next morning passed slowly, like I was a kid waiting for the ice cream
truck. A little after twelve, I started out for Ray's house, my pulse
beating in time with the anticipation I felt. Ray came to the door, in
shorts and a T, and welcomed me. "Knew you'd be right on time, Joel, bet
the day dragged, yesterday, didn't it?" I agreed with him, remembering how
slowly it and this morning had passed. "Mitch is going to be here, soon,
but I don't think Donny will be able to make it, poor guy still has to
work. He did tell me you were eye balling his gear and to feel free to
use whatever you wanted. Let's see what happens."
Mitch did arrive, in less than a half hour, roaring up on his bike. He
waved and ran in, asking Ray: "Did the guy get here yet? Paul said he'd
deliver it today, and I wanted to check things out." When Ray shook his
head, Mitch continued: "I knew I shoulda picked it up, but it wasn't ready
yesterday, and Paul said it would be easy to drop it off. Damn!"
When I looked curious, both Ray and Mitch ignored it. Ray simply reassured
Mitch: "Clearwater isn't that far, and Paul knows we expect it, so he'll be
here. Stop worrying." I was in the dark, but not for very long.
After some light conversation, Mitch was the one to get us moving. He
stripped off his shirt, showing his hairy chest, and grabbed my arm. "Have
any guilty feelings, after the other day? Donny and I were talking about
you, at work, and we thought things might have been a little too intense,
for your first time with us. I'm glad you decided to stay, and even
gladder you came back to Ray's today."
"No worries, on that part," I could honestly say. "Mitch, you guys have
made a big part of my life complete. I'm not turning away, I spent the
day, yesterday, wishing you weren't working, and that today would never
come. I don't think I have any second thoughts. Do you?"
Mitch and Ray exchanged a look, and relief was evident on their faces. "We
felt the same way," Ray offered, "would have enjoyed a repeat, but works
gotta get done, sometime, and it's good to step away, makes you enjoy
things even more."
"Amen to that," Mitch growled, "let's see what Joel thinks about trying
Donny's gear. Donny wants me to give him some news, tomorrow. Are you
interested, friend?"
Ready and willing, I followed them downstairs. Ray had straightened up, a
little, but the gear was still in evidence. "Here's Donny's suit," Ray
grunted, unfolding it, "but it's a little gamey. Donny likes that, for a
turn on, but it's not everybody's thing. What do you think, Joel?"
I don't think I'd have cared if a skunk had slept in that suit! I was
getting hard just remembering the look of Donny filling it, and how I
leaned into that rubber crotch, sucking on it, when he wanted it. I wanted
it, and I was ready for it. Rapidly shedding my clothes, I stripped down
to the skin. Mitch and Ray held it open for me to get my legs down into
the tight rubber. That newly-discovered feeling was again making my heart
race, and my breathing increase. It hadn't been a dream, it was real!
Donny's suit zipped up the back, from below the crotch, making it easier to
pull it up over my thighs. Like a kid, I reached in explored the crotch,
my fingers reaching into the ball sac and the rubber sheath. Sure enough,
there was that sticky residue of Donny's cum, lining the sheath. I pulled
my fingers out and sniffed them, adding his scent to the rubber one.
"Don't look like Joel's gonna have a problem with this second hand suit,
does it, Ray?" Mitch was watching me and grinning. "No second thoughts
with our buddy." He added, to me: "Better slip into it before you bust!"
My erection was caught in the rubber folds, and I had to twist it down and
force it into the sheath. Just the contact with the sticky rubber made me
want to jerk off, then and there, but Ray slowed me down. "No sense going
off half cocked," he laughed. "That saying must have been born for a
situation like this. Slow down, there's plenty of time." I took his
advice and carefully stretched the lower sac around my balls, adding to the
feeling of capture and release, at the same time.
I pulled the torso and the sleeves of Donny's suit up my chest and arms,
then forced my neck through the high rubber collar. Mitch pulled the heavy
zipper up my back, and I felt the upper portion grip my chest and back in a
warm, slippery embrace. I was rubbered, closed in again, with a heavy
second skin, back where I had wanted to be!
Ray approached me with items I had forgotten about: the rubber ring and
codpiece. My hard on stuck out and up and that made it easy for him to
stretch the restraint over the base of my cock and balls, letting it snug
up, clamping me in that sheath. "This won't do, at all," Ray said,
solemnly, "no way, I'm gonna get this cup on, with you like that!"
He went over to the small lavatory, and returned with a wet towel. "Hold
that on your dick, and think about something else, for a change." I did as
he wanted, but didn't think about much more than where I was, and what I
wanted to do! The cold water did shrink me, at least enough for Ray to
stuff me down and in and snap on the codpiece.
He and Mitch pulled heavy rubber gloves over my hands and up my arms. I
could feel the sweat starting to let the rubber slip across my skin. The
codpiece held me tight and I wondered what would come next, to move the
action along. What did these guys have in mind, today? Mitch was
especially active, he seemed to want to enjoy watching me, it was turning
him on.
"You haven't tried on a hood yet, or even one of the masks." Mitch
remembered: "How do you feel about adding to your rubber inventory?" I was
pleased with his suggestion, and he went to find more gear. "One of these
days, I'm gonna try something really different, he said, almost to himself,
"have to find some new toys."
He returned with a rubber hood and the mask he had used, when we first got
into it, together. He held the rubber to his face: "Can't beat the smell,
that's what always get me warmed up." He mumbled, including Ray in his
words: "How about you?" Ray just grinned and showed his assent with a nod.
"Always been turned on by the smell of rubber," I replied, "think that's
the first thing I remember about all this. The smell and the heavy feel of
rubber. I think that's why I like it against my skin, the more and the
tighter, the better." I was honest with Mitch, no reason to lie, anymore.
"Well, maybe you want to slip into my favorite," he urged. "Once it's on,
there's no way out until I get you to cream. Donny got that suit warmed up
for you, and you gotta fill it, not just wear it." He held the rubber mask
tightly, against my nose and mouth, and gripped my crotch with his other
hand. I was already swollen, but the pressure of his hand and the
restricted air flowing past the smell of rubber at my face, got me really
going. Mitch was going to make sure I got what I wanted, and I couldn't wait.
We all heard the sound of a vehicle, just about then, and Ray went
upstairs. I immediately felt exposed and nervous. Who was here? I didn't
want anyone seeing me like this. Mitch calmed me down: "Take it easy, no
one's coming down here, unless it's you! Ray'll take care of it."
Ray called down the stairs: "Mitch, that delivery from Paul's just got
here, come on up." Mitch suddenly seemed to know what was happening, held
up a hand to gesture me to wait, pointed out the bench and signed me to sit
and wait.
I sat, but had to stretch my legs way out to accommodate the strain at my
crotch. I had deflated, with this new arrival, and was still apprehensive.
The conversation, upstairs, was easy to hear. "Mitch, this here is Tony,
he told Paul he was passing by this way and offered to bring your package.
Tony, this is Mitch." Ray made the introductions, but they didn't seem
necessary.
"This is for you, Mitch?" The new voice, Tony's, said, "Paul didn't say,
just that I could leave it here. How've you been? Haven't seen you for a
while." They must know each other, I figured out, all by myself.
"You bet it's mine," Mitch responded, "Paul is the best carftsman around
here, I wouldn't go anywhere else, you should know that. Give it here, and
thanks for doing me the favor. Hope you don't want a tip?"
They all laughed, easily, but Tony didn't leave. "I know what kind of work
Paul does, just didn't know you were into that kind of thing."
"Tony, you and I met at that bar last year, ‘cause you were eatin' me up
with your eyes," Mitch said. "We'd never have left together, if I wasn't
wearin' my leathers over my rubber. It turned you on, something fierce, I
got a kick at how you couldn't stop looking. Certainly made for a
memorable night. Why be surprised that I do business at Paul's?"
Tony explained: "It's just that, when I saw this custom job, I didn't
figure who was ordering it, no problem, it's cool." Mitch didn't appear to
take offense, and I felt easier, learning that the newcomer was, at least,
on ‘our' side. Funny, feeling like that, but I did.
"Don't think a rig is my thing," Tony continued, "but when I found Paul
working on it, I wanted to see where it went. Just curious." I could hear
Mitch opening a box, and pulling something out of it.
"Now, don't tell me you were just looking over a beauty, like this," Mitch
said, and I could feel that crooked smile of his crossing his face. "Gear
just like this pushed you into making my acquaintance in the first place.
Can't imagine a red blooded boy not thinkin': how's something like that
feel, on me? Would it make me feel good? How would I look? Bet you did
more than just peek."
Tony laughed, nervously, and said: "Yeah, you're right, I did think some of
those things, but I'd never be able to get off in a rig like that. Hard
maybe, but never come. What's the big deal?"
"How much you wanna' bet," Mitch continued, and I knew he was grinning,
now. "I got twenty dollars, says I'd watch you come in it, when I said so."
"No way," Tony argued, "I like to jerk off, same as any man, but I know
nothing is gonna' make me come, if I say no. Nothing I don't choose, and
your gear wouldn't make a difference."
"Put you money where your cock is," Mitch continued, "but this'd be the
easiest twenty I ever made, I warn you." Tony was silent, for a long
moment, and I wondered what Mitch had in mind.
"You're on," Tony decided, "when and where?"
"Right now, right here," Mitch countered, "we were working up to some
action when you arrived. Don't tell me you got something better to do."
Ray stepped in, here, and I was glad to hear him bring Mitch back to the
present.
"Maybe we ought to think this over. Maybe wait, and you and Tony can get
together when things are different," Ray said, and I knew he thinking of
me, downstairs. Mitch was way ahead of him, and telling them both to wait,
ran down the stairs and came over to me.
"Joel, I know you could hear us, so you know what's been happening. Tony
is a pretty good guy, likes to fool around, like we do. No harm, there.
He gets turned on by rubber, just doesn't realize how much, yet. Think you
can let him join the party? Don't get uptight, just do it as a favor to
me. If you won't, I'll understand. But I really think you'll get into
what I have planned." Mitch spoke in a low, and urgent voice, and I knew
he wanted to convince me. Just the thought of one more new face, another
meeting...I didn't know.
Mitch continued, cupping my crotch with a familiarity I wouldn't have
believed: "I was planning something special for you and me, today, but
beatin' out Tony is even better." Gently squeezing the codpiece covering
my cock and balls, he pressed his plan: "Go along with me on this one, I'm
gonna gear Tony up and serve him to you on a platter. You'll see things
you never imagined, and I guarantee Donny's cum is gonna have to make room
for yours. Let's show Tony the ropes, and watch him squirm."
I only wanted Mitch to continue his massage of my equipment, that was
enough for me to think about. But he wanted another scene, and wanted me
to share in it, so I agreed. "Thanks, Joel, I knew you'd go along." Mitch
grinned, again, "Glad we met up, Ray was sure in luck."
I realized that Ray, and Mitch, and Donny had been new faces just a day and
half before, and now I was parading around, with them, jumping into rubber
gear, and doing and enjoying things I'd never done before. I knew Mitch
wanted this, and I said: "OK, I'm game."
Mitch turned to run back, upstairs, then turned back: "I know that wasn't
easy for you, and I'm gonna' remember it. Thanks."
Upstairs, I could hear Mitch explaining to Tony that we were all getting
ready for some fun, and that he wanted him to meet someone. Tony sounded
as hesitant as I felt, but Mitch pursuaded him to move. I tried to look
nonchalant, as they came downstairs, but felt like a character in a parade.
Boy, had I changed!
Tony was younger than any one of us, a nice looking guy, dark hair and
skin, and a great mustache. Mitch brought him over to me and introduced
us. We shook hands before I remembered the heavy gloves I was wearing, and
Tony seemed surprised. He stood back and checked me over, not really
surprised, just neutral, I could have been a display at Sears!
"Hey, that's just like the rig I brought over from Paul's," Tony exclaimed,
taking in my rubber covered body, staring at my codpiece, until I did get
embarrassed. "Well, almost the same, did he make this one, too?"
"No," Mitch answered, "but he used it for a model. This one belongs to
another friend of mine. Joel wanted to try it on, so we brought it over.
He looks pretty comfortable in it. How do you think you'll fit into one?"
I saw that the package had contained another rubber outfit, a full suit,
filling the room with an even heavier rubber smell, because it was new.
Mitch tossed it at Tony, and called: "Strip down and suit up, Ton, there's
twenty bucks riding on your will power."
Tony wasn't at all nervous. He hardly paused, and pulled off his boots and
socks quickly, unbuttoned his jeans, dropped them to the floor, pulled his
sweatshirt over his head, and stood there, clad only in white jockeys.
Now, I must admit, his was a body I came close to having, once or twice,
then lost easily to maturity! Good build, not musclebound, but broad and
well defined. The way he stood there, it was obvious he appreciated the
looks we were giving.
"Now, how do I get into this thing," he asked, stripping off the shorts.
His equipment was heavy, but limp. Maybe he did have the control he
claimed to have, more than I had? Mitch and Ray helped him, as they had
helped me, earlier. It was a turn on watching a mirror image, especially
as they showed him where to place his cock and balls, stretching another
rubber ring to snug them in place, and then snapped on the codpiece over
them. Tony and I stood, across the room from each other, and we probably
shared the same thoughts as well as the same rubber feeling. I was hot,
just looking at Tony, and I think he shared that feeling, too.
The finished up by zipping Tony's suit shut. He moved around the room,
getting used to his new surroundings. It was obvious that he had no
objections to the fit, because he showed his excitement in his face. He
was turned on by the rubber, probably had been longing to try it out, just
as I had, wouldn't admit it, as I had. He couldn't help trying to adjust
the codpiece, and I shared the knowledge of the feeling it gave. I know
both of us were experiencing that familiar swelling, secure in the idea
that we were free to enjoy whatever happened. This was a free zone, with
like companions, and no judgements. That alone could get you going.
Mitch couldn't help checking things out, for himself. He walked over to
Tony, and walked around him. Running his hands up and down the rubber
suit, it was obvious that he and Tony had shared more than just a beer.
They were relaxed and familiar, and Tony certainly didn't resent being
pawed. "What do you think, now, Tony," he asked, "still think this doesn't
turn you on?"
Tony pulled his hand away from his crotch. "I know what you mean, yeah,
it's a turn on, but what good's all this rubber? I can get off better
without it. If you think I'm gonna cum, just because I'm like rubbered up
like this, you're still out that twenty bucks!"
"Hoped you'd feel that way," Mitch continued, "but you're gonna have to
prove it to me. Joel, here, sorta thinks the same way you do, and I was
about to show him he's wrong, too. Let's make it a two-for-one demo. I'll
show you just hot I can make you get"
I didn't know what Mitch was getting at, but while Ray kept Tony occupied
with some rubber gloves, he explained, in a low voice: "Just go along with
us, follow my lead, you won't regret it. Trust me." I did trust him, and
decided to follow along.
They pulled rubber hoods over both our heads, and I felt the snug rubber
press in on my ears, and grip my face. "Come on over, and face each other,
here." Mitch called to us. We faced each other, in the center of the room.
I was more relaxed than Tony was, he kept looking around, as if to see
what was going to happen. I enjoyed watching the sweat running down his
face, a few days before I was the one who faced the unknown, now it was
someone else. He looked really good, with the hood framing his handsome
face with that mustache.
Tony stood a little taller than I did, broader in the chest, but we were
close to a match, in that black rubber. "Wish there a little more room in
this cup," Tony tossed out to me, trying to be casual. "My football jock
was easier on my balls. This set up don't leave a guy any room, does it?"
"Yeah," I replied, "hot, too. Think I'm shedding some pounds, just
standing here." We both grinned and lost some of the self-consciousness we
had started with. Tony was a damn fine looking stud, and I didn't mind
getting into something with him. Whatever was planned, I wanted to make it
good. The feel of my cock, resting in Donny's cum, packed in his rubber
sheath started me up, again. I wanted some real action, and I wanted Tony
included in it.
That's just what Mitch had in mind.
My new friends and I enjoyed a relatively quiet evening, after the day's exertions.
Ray provided all the fixings for a great dinner, and we relaxed on the second
floor deck, facing the water. The air was cool, and the atmosphere comfortable.
To be continued ...
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