Fetish77de

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T-Age perfection

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Shared Dream – The Tire

Deep in their dorm room, Callum and Luca were tangled together in the lower bunk, sleeping soundly after their exhausting 24-hour dive.

As they drifted into a deeper shared dream, the scene shifted…

In the dream, they were lying on a warm wooden pier besides the fjord.

The four of them were relaxing together on a giant black inflatable tire. Callum and Luca were still fully sealed in their heavy black drysuits, the thick rubber warm from the sun. Their metal neck rings gleamed, and their bodies were pressed comfortably against each other. Theo and Niklas, in their red coveralls, lay beside them, relaxed and smiling.

Callum had his gloved arm wrapped around Luca, holding him close. Luca rested his head on Callum’s shoulder, both of them basking in the warmth.

Dream-Luca (softly, nuzzling closer): “I could stay like this forever… still sealed up with you.”

Dream-Callum (voice low, squeezing him tighter): “Me too. Just .... locked in the gear.”

The heavy rubber creaked softly as they shifted. The familiar trapped heat, the smell, and the constant pressure of the suits felt incredibly comforting. The longer they lay there, pressed together in the warm sun, the stronger the sensation became.

Luca’s breathing grew heavier. Callum’s body tensed against him.

Without either of them touching themselves, the intense combination of being sealed in the thick rubber, the proximity to the fellow divers in their working coveralls, and the warmth of the sun pushed them over the edge.

Luca let out a quiet, trembling moan first. His body stiffened as powerful waves of pleasure surged through him.

Only seconds later, Callum followed. He gripped Luca tighter, burying his face in Luca’s hair as he also exploded strongly.

Back in the real world, both Callum and Luca twitched and moaned softly in their sleep. Their bodies pressed even closer together in the narrow bunk as they both finished off.

A small, satisfied smile appeared on both their faces.

Even in their dreams, they couldn’t stop being completely wrapped up in each other — and in the gear.

Luca's version of the dream

a variation of the scene in Callum's dream

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A big thank you goes out to @swirlcandystripe for these great pics. I love them!

[dragonslayer3367]

One sexy fucker 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

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New Blood in the Locker Room

Back at dive school, Callum and Luca were in the middle of preparing for their next training dive when the locker room door opened.

A cute looking guy with brown hair and an easy smile walked in. He carried himself with surprising confidence.

Emil: “Hey… I’m Emil. Just started today.”

Callum and Luca turned around. They immediately recognized him — one of the guys who had been heavily inspired by their record dive.

Luca (smiling): “Emil, right? We heard you applied the same night our dive aired.”

Emil (grinning, a bit shy but excited): “Yeah… I watched the whole thing with my dad. He’s been a commercial diver for twenty years. I grew up around Kirby Morgan helmets and old Mark Vs. But seeing you two sealed up for 24 hours together… that was something else. I knew I had to do this.”

Emil opened his locker and started changing into his gear. As he zipped up the red coverall, Callum and Luca noticed how his eyes kept drifting toward the heavy Mark V helmets on the rack — with clear hunger.

Callum (raising an eyebrow): “You seem pretty into the heavy stuff.”

Emil (biting his lip slightly as he adjusted his zipper): “More than into it. The weight, the smell of brass and old rubber, the way the helmet locks down… . My dad let me dive a few times. Seeing you two in AH3s made me realize I want exactly what you have.”

He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of well-used, thick black rubber gloves.

Emil (holding them up with a mischievous smile): “By the way… I brought these. Old rubber gloves. Keeps everything… contained. You guys ever tried that?”

The locker room fell silent for a second.

Luca and Callum exchanged a heated glance. All three of them were visibly getting hard in their red coveralls.

Luca (voice lower): “…I was sometimes thinking about doing exactly that.”

Emil (smirking, his own bulge becoming obvious): “Good. Because I’m already rock hard just thinking about sliding one of these on before they seal a helmet around my head.”

The three young men stood there in the locker room — all of them breathing heavier, the air thick with anticipation for the dive ahead.

A new chapter had clearly begun.

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[abc-masterranger]

Dann war es so weit: der 24-Stunden-Vollschutzeinsatz! 

Geübt werden sollte die Flucht aus einem havarierten Kernkraftwerk. So wollten wir innerhalb von 24 Stunden eine Luftliniendistanz von 30km zurücklegen, also 40km auf Wegen und Pfaden. Wir warteten auf einen milden Herbsttag. Als der Wetterbericht einen Tag mit Temperaturen zwischen 7°C bei Nacht und 14°C bei Tag voraussagte und sonst alle Bedingungen stimmten, sollte es losgehen. 

Wir vier aßen wie die Scheunendrescher zu mittag und machten anschließend Mittagschlaf. Gegen 16 Uhr legten wir unsere Montur an: zuerst die “sanitäre Versorgung, einen Neopren-Shorty, Neoprenstrümpfe, Zodiac. Manche trugen fingerlose Neoprenhandschuhe. Kurz bevor die Gasmasken überstülpten, trank jeder noch einen Liter Saft. Als jeweils der zweite Handschuh übergestreift war, zählte es: wir waren autark.

Die anderen von unserer Truppe fuhren uns ins Zielgebiet. So starteten wir um 18 Uhr - von jetzt an sollten wir 24 Stunden unterwegs sein. Wir planten die Nacht durchzumarschieren. Jeder trug zwei Getränkeblasen mit je 2,5 Liter Tee und dazu einen Liter selbst angerührte Nährflüssigkeit als Ess-Vorrat bei sich - das musste reichen. 

Wir machten pro Stunde 3 km und alle zwei Stunden eine halbe Stunde Rast. So marschierten wie die Nacht durch. Um 3:30h hatten wir 24 km zusammen und verlängerten die Rast um eine Stunde. Danach hatten wir um 14:30h 47km zusammen. Hier machten wir die lange Rast (Bild). 

Die Nährflüssigkeit war inzwischen aufgebracht. Jeder hatte nur noch die beiden kleinen Notpacks mit Traubenzucker, falls man auf den letzten Meter noch Unterzucker kriegt. Jeder noch einen halben Liter Tee.

Wir waren geschlaucht. Der Schweiß schmatzte in den Stiefeln, die Maske war verschwitzt. Schon zuvor bei den Rasten nickten wir für wenige Minuten ein. Hier an der Stelle konnten wir uns ausruhen und mal eine Stunde schlafen. Der Neo, der von den Knien bis zum Ellbogen reichte, war nass, hielt aber den Körper warm. Die sanitäre Versorgung ziemlich vollgepisst - allerdings soll die zwei Liter halten. Soviel pisst man nie in 24 Stunden aus. Da wir Sportler sind und regelmäßig morgens und abends auf Klo gehen, drückte es nun langsam im Darm. Ohnehin völlig eingesifft, spielte das nun auch keine Rolle her. Ich legte mich auf den Rücken zum schlafen und drückte kurz - dann kam die warme klebrige Masse von selbst und bahnte sich ihren Weg bis zu den Eiern. Irgendwie war das geil! Jetzt. In dieser Situation. Ich brauchte kein Klo. Alles geschah unter dem Vollschutz. Man roch nichts, Bei den Kameraden sah man nichts, aber weil sie mich angrinsten, wusste ich: aha! Im nächsten Moment war ich weg. Nach einer Stunde wachte ich von selbst auf. Wir genossen noch die Zeit in der milden Herbstsonne.

Um 16:45h gingen wir die letzten 3 km an. Ich fühlte mich wie ein alter Mann und humpelte los. Nach ein paar hundert Metern ging es. Soll geil alles auch war - es reichte langsam. Die letzten drei Kilometer machten wir in knapp einer Stunde, es war eine Art Forststraße, leicht zu begehen. Kurz vorm Ziel versteckten wir uns noch, um Punkt 18 Uhr bei der Abholung zu sein.

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[dirtbikehandler]

Nice

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Under Pressure

Deep below the surface, the three divers formed a tight circle.

Callum on the left in his classic Mark V, Emil in the center in his bright orange suit, and Luca on the right in the other heavy brass helmet. Their gloved hands met in the middle and held firm — a silent bond between them.

No one spoke. The only sounds were their breathing and the steady stream of bubbles.

Inside their suits, the thick rubber gloves they had slipped over before the dive were already warm and slick. With every small movement, the heavy rubber pressed and rubbed against sensitive skin. The sensation was overwhelming.

They began stroking themselves in unison — slow, deliberate movements through the thick material of their suits. Gloved hands gripping, squeezing. The weight of the helmets, the constant pressure of the rubber, and the shared intimacy made everything more intense.

Callum (muffled inside his Mark V): “…Fuck, I’m so close already.”

Luca (breathing faster): “Me too… feeling all of you here with me…”

Emil, in the middle, trembled, completely lost in the moment — surrounded by his idols, sealed in heavy gear, living his deepest fantasy.

Their hands stayed tightly clasped together in the center as their bodies tensed, one by one, then almost simultaneously. Powerful, pulsating streams were caught by the repurposed rubber gloves.

They kept holding each other’s hands the entire time, foreheads almost touching through the heavy helmets, sharing the intense waves of pleasure together.

Three divers. One unbreakable bond.