The TV was on...barely audible...something mindless...and Mike was drifting off when he half heard a hissing. Was it the shower? Had Gary slipped in and decided to shower before dinner? No, he couldn't mistake that sound; that was scuba and his crotch had responded long before his ears had.
Half turning to the sound coming from behind him, Mike saw Gary standing in the bedroom doorway and smiled. He was fully suited up but there was something different that Mike couldn't distinguish in the shadows. Then he remembered and finally figured it out: Gary had gone out of town the last two weekends to take a rebreather course...and there he was in the rebreather and a mind-bending modified Widolf mask with double corrugated hoses draped over his shoulders. Mike shot to attention and so did his cock. Across the room in a matter of seconds, his hands were all over Gary and Gary was liking it and responding in kind.
These frogmen had known each other long enough to need very few words. "You hot fucker!" was all that Gary needed to prime his pump. Thick rubber gloves made him fumble with Mike's belt and zipper; Mike had to help but was only too eager to do so. Pants off, the shirt came next, and sooner than it takes to tell Mike was standing butt naked, stiff, in Gary's frogman grip...gloves cupping Mike's ass...pulling his cock next to Gary's massive mound. The hissing of the regulator was deeper, more profound, familiar yet oddly alien, and was having exactly the effect that Gary intended. Mike played with Gary's double hoses, stroked them, nibbled at them, bit them. Then Gary spun him around, pressed his crotch into Mike's hot ass and reached in front to begin jacking him off. Slow deliberate strokes at first and increasing in intensity until Mike pushed Gary's hands aside. He was going to bring himself off and let Gary grab Mike's thighs and hump his buddy's ass. They knew each other's breathing...even in this new apparatus...and came almost simultaneously, Gary in his suit and Mike shooting onto the mirror where they watched their reflections.
That was Thursday. Friday took an eternity to arrive and pass into history, 'cause they planned a full day of diving for Saturday...regardless of the weather. The car was loaded with their growing collection of gear and the boys drove to a favorite beach, the place where they had met more than a year ago and begun this deepening relationship. It was still early when they got there--very few other cars and it looked like no other divers! That pleased them: the bottom would be theirs alone...
Suiting up had become anything but casual for Gary and Mike, but it was also something other than a ritual, and surely not routine. They revelled watching each other slip effortlessly into their own suits; knew when to offer an arm or shoulder for balance, when to pull the shoulder zip tight across the back of their bud. But this dive was different: one of them would be in the EXO but the other was strapping a rebreather to his broad back. Mike helped with the straps and then handed the double-hose widolf over to Gary. He stepped around to face his frogman-friend-lover and saw the intensity of his feeling reflected in Gary's eyes. Before covering that handsome face with a hot full-face dive mask, Mike needed to kiss Gary and he didn't care who might be watching. What he didn't know, of course, and wouldn't learn until about an hour later, was that someone was indeed watching them from a clump of trees and shrubs a hundred feet away. Fully gearded now, checked out and sucking air from their tanks, the frogmen slipped beneath the water and became a rhythmic pattern of bubbles breaking the surface. Almost immediately, someone else discretely joined them.
Part Three: An unexpected 3-way!
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