By Aquala Guy

You don’t go through life on the internet with a name like Aqualaguy and not have guys asking you if you like wetsuits and dry suits. And of course, I do. I think a hot man in a wetsuit or a dry suit is one of the sexiest things around. But then again, I like anything that’s going to show off a man’s body. True, dry suits don’t show off as much as a wetsuit, but they do carry a sense of enticement that I just can’t explain.

Like most guys who get into wetsuits and dry suits, I am into water sports — although not the type of water sports most wetsuiters think of. I enjoy my watersports of a more colorful nature, yellow if you want specifics. And I have been known to be a little pushy about it sometimes.

I decided to spend the day down at the beach in surfer territory. Surfers are very guarded about their turf, and if you’re not one of them, you’re not welcome. So I stayed far enough back where I could admire their lithe hot bodies in their wetsuits, all the while without trespassing on their zone.

A few surfers passed me as they went to join their buds on the beach. I got glances and stares of disapproval, but none of them approached me, as I hadn’t crossed the undrawn line. But the longer I stayed there, the more attention I started getting from them.

After a few hours, I noticed four of them huddled up and looking back my way. I knew I had probably overstayed my welcome, but I also knew that I was not on their side of the line, so I didn’t think of leaving. Besides, I was enjoying watching them, cruising them in their wetsuits.

The gang of four started to walk my way, and they split into two groups of two, one group coming at me from the right, one from my left. They stopped at my table, basically surrounding me. They were friendly enough, not threatening in any way, and each guy introduced himself. There was Mark, Ryan, James and Ian. Each had the tell-tale surfer’s sun-bleached blond hair, and each was very well defined. Their wetsuits showed off their bodies nicely, and I felt the welcome stirring in my loins as my dick started to get hard. The smell of their wetsuits was also contributing to their sexiness.

We talked for a while and they asked me why I was there. I told them that I liked watching guys in wetsuits, that I thought they were sexy, and I liked imagining being with them. Ian asked me if I’d ever worn a wetsuit and I told him that so far I’d only worn dry suits, mostly Aquala or Viking. Mark commented on how he liked Aquala because they were pure rubber, but if there was a good second, it was Viking because of the neoprene content of their suits. I agreed and commented that was why I liked wetsuits, too.

Ryan and James asked me if I’d like to wear a wetsuit once, that they probably had one that would fit me well. I asked if that was OK, and I acknowledged that I knew how territorial surfers tended to be. Ian said that as long as I was invited, it was alright, the rest of the guys wouldn’t mind as long as I was escorted in. So I said yes, I’d love to try on a wetsuit, and they invited me to their group.

We got down to the beach, and I was introduced around to the other guys. All counted up, there were 16 guys today, but I knew that the number could get to be as much as 40 on some days. James told them what we’d been talking about and that he’d offered to let me wear a wetsuit, since I’d had experience in a dry suit but not a wetsuit. Ryan had disappeared for a bit while introductions were going on, but I saw him coming back carrying a gear bag. The Quintana Roo logo on the side of the bag led me to believe that this was my wetsuit. Sure enough, when Ryan set it down next to me and told me to open it, I saw a beautiful black wetsuit inside. Boots, gloves and hood were also in the bag. When I pulled the hood out, James said that since it was my first time in a wetsuit, it was only right that I get the full body experience. I didn’t complain at all, and I think they knew I had a raging hard on at that moment.

Ian told me to strip down so I could get suited up. I looked around for a place to go change, but the guys all told me that they often changed into their wetsuits right here on the beach, which nobody would mind. So I started stripping.

When I got my pants off, Mark asked me why I was wearing a yellow swimmer’s jock. I said that it served as a personal reminder but that he probably wouldn’t like the answer so I’d prefer to keep it to myself, if that was OK with him. Ian said that where he came from a guy only wore a yellow swimmer’s jock if he was a piss slave. He looked me square in the eye as he said it. I sat there, quiet, returning his stare. Then I acknowledged that yes that was exactly the reason I was wearing it. Ian nodded his head in a gesture of approval, said “right” as only the Aussies can say it, and told me that I had to take it off to put my wetsuit on. I took my jock off and Ian held out his hand for it. I handed him my jock without a second thought.

As I stood there naked on the beach, I couldn’t hide my hard-on. Nobody made any comment about it, and I knew from my watching that they often had hard-ons in their wetsuits. Ryan told me to put the hood on, so I reached into the gear bag and pulled the neoprene hood over my head. The tightness of the hood felt good, and it left just enough of my face exposed for eyes, nose, and mouth only to be available. James took a towel and wet it down, then gave it to me and told me to wipe the sand off my feet and legs so it wouldn’t irritate my skin inside the wetsuit. I did as he instructed, and Mark pulled out the boots and gloves. I put these on, and commented how it felt strange to be wearing the hood, gloves and boots without the wetsuit. I noticed a few of the guys had hard-ons in their wetsuits, and my own was still throbbing, and I reached for myself. Ian said that if I was a true piss slave, as I’d indicated that I was, then I’d know better than to touch myself without permission. I took my hands away from my cock and balls, and I noticed that Ian had unzipped his wetsuit and had it down to his waist.

“Come on, then, you know you want it.” He said to me, as he cupped himself. I stared, and felt Mark and James pushing me down to my knees. Ian reached into his wetsuit and cupped himself. Ryan pushed my head into Ian’s crotch, and Ian said, “Tell me what you want. There’s no shame in admitting it, we all do it.” I looked up into Ian’s eyes and I told him that I wanted to drink his piss. Ian pulled his wetsuit down, freeing his hard dick, and Ryan pushed my head forward. I opened my mouth and took Ian’s dick in. Within moments, I could taste Ian’s hot, salty piss flowing, and I started to swallow like a man dying of thirst who just stumbled across an oasis. I could hear comments about how I wasn’t spilling a drop, and Ian sighed his satisfaction as he finished.

“That was great!” he said. “A piss slave like you is always a welcome addition to a surfer pod, isn’t he, guys?” I heard the guys all voicing assent, and I didn’t feel any shame at all from having publicly swallowed Ian’s nectar. The other guys said that it was time for me to suit up, though, so I stood as Ian put himself away and pulled his wetsuit all the way back up.

As he zipped himself in, Mark noticed that my dick was still hard. He asked me if I wanted any help with it. I looked at him, and he said, “There’s a real special place for a guy who can pull a wetsuit on with a full woody. It’s not easily done, but the rewards are more than worth it. They even have contests once in a while to see who can stay full hard while suiting up. Maybe you can do it now, and we can see about getting you in the next contest.”

I liked the idea, and I saw that there were still guys with hard-ons — in fact it seemed like there were more of them. And I noticed that what had started as 16 guys was now closer to 20, but I still didn’t care about that. I loved seeing all those cocks in their wetsuits, many of them hard, and loved the fact that they were inviting me to join them. I got the Quintana Roo out of the gear bag and noticed a can of something in the bag. There was no label on the can, but when I pulled it out I asked what it was for. James said, “Oh, that’s a special kind of lubricant. You smear that inside the suit and it helps it slide on faster. Most guys will put it on the gloves and boots, so that it will last longer. Here, let me show you how.”

James took the can and opened it, then applied a generous amount around the top of each boot, and around each wrist. He told me to step into the wetsuit and slowly slide it up my legs, and the lube would start to work right away. I felt the slipperiness of the gel as I worked my left leg into the wetsuit and when I got the boot to the bottom, sure enough it slid just as easy as you please over my boot. My right leg went just as easily, and as I tugged the wetsuit up my legs my dick was raging. Mark nodded his approval and said that if I could stay hard until I zipped it closed they’d have a special prize for me. I focused on keeping my dick throbbing while I pulled the wetsuit into my crotch and over my torso.

My arms slipped into the sleeves, aided by the special lubricating gel, and my dick was throbbing in pleasure as I felt the neoprene start to hug my skin. Ryan asked me how it felt, and I said great. He said that the first time he’d put on his wetsuit it had felt like the neoprene was making love to his skin, and I said yes, that’s exactly how this feels. My dick was backing up my story, and they could see I was still hard.

James brought the gel over and started to apply it to my neck seal. I asked him why, since I was already in the suit, and he just said that it would help the experience. I smiled and let him continue. When he was done, he made sure that the hood was completely inside my wetsuit, then helped me zip up. I felt him seal the collar over my zipper. Then, without warning, James took the pull strap off my zipper and showed it to the rest of the guys. There was a loud cheer that went up, and I reveled in it.

Ryan then asked me if I was enjoying myself, and I said yes. My dick was still hard, and he said that if I wanted to, I could claim my prize now. I asked what it was.

Mark and Ian brought out a full coverage yellow Aquala suit with boots, gloves and hood all attached. My eyes widened as I saw it, and I was speechless.   I stood there, and started to reach for my dick, before I remembered that Ian didn’t want me to. I caught Ian’s eye, and he said, “It’s OK, mate, rub it out if you want. Like I said before, we’ve all done it.”

I started to rub my dick through my wetsuit, and it didn’t take me very long to shoot off my wad. They all cheered as I finished. Ian and Mark set the Aquala suit down on one of the tables, and James asked me to join them for dinner.

I sat with them and we ate a great meal of burgers and salad. The wetsuit was starting to get a little uncomfortable, but Ian reassured me that it always happened to first-timers, it was the body trying to adjust to being sealed up. I saw Ian rub himself and again he was hard. I decided to not argue.

After dinner, we sat around for a while. Then Ian got up and said, “You know where I come from when one man drinks another man’s piss, there’s a special bond that forms between them. It seemed to me that this wasn’t your first time drinking piss, so I gotta ask, did you enjoy it?”

I said that yes, I had enjoyed it. I noticed some of the other guys taking interest, and one of them asked me if I’d ever worn a piss hood before, because he’d heard that guys sometimes did that when they drank piss. I told him that I’d been gagged with a piss gag but had never worn a piss hood.

Ian asked me if I’d like to, and he pulled one out of his gear bag. The hood was formed with a trough at the front, so that a guy could piss in the trough and the trough would hold the piss while the guy wearing it was forced to swallow. He held the hood out to me and I knew he was inviting me to take it from him. I reached for it, and looked it over. The fact that I was interested was immediately apparent to everyone as my dick again got hard in my wetsuit.

“Dude,” Mark said. “It’s obvious to everyone here that you want to wear it. I mean, c’mon, your dick doesn’t lie.” I felt him reach for my cock, and I knew that all eyes were on me, and I knew that everyone could see my hard on. “There’s no shame in admitting it if you want to wear it.”

I admitted that yes, I did want to wear it, and James said, “Hey, none of us are going to stop you. We all know what it’s like, don’t we, guys?” The voices of confirmation were all I needed to remove my inhibitions, so I unzipped the hood. Looking inside it, I could see the tube gag that would keep my mouth open. I felt it, and I knew that I would not be able to close my mouth with the hard plastic forcing my jaws apart. There was a rubber flap that I couldn’t figure out, and James whispered to me, “That goes in your mouth between your lips and your teeth, to form the seal.” I looked at him, and his eyes said that he was speaking from experience. I asked him if he’d worn it, and he said yes, that was how he knew about the flap.

“Is there any way to stop drinking?” I asked. James again whispered, “As long as you wear the hood, you will drink. It’s designed to show no mercy.” I asked him how long he’d worn it, and he said, “My first time was an all-nighter. The longest I’ve ever worn it was for a full weekend. It locks, so you can’t take it off once you have it on.”

I whispered, “Since you’ve worn it, will you help me put it on?” He said sure but that I would have to put the gag in my mouth myself. I sat there looking at the hood, and the gag. My dick was telling me that I wanted it, and after drinking Ian’s piss in front of the whole group I thought to myself, well, there’s nothing more to hide, they already know I’m a piss slave. So I brought the hood up to my head, opened my mouth and slid the plastic gag in. James helped me arrange the seal flap between teeth and lips and asked me if I was OK. I nodded yes, and he said, “OK, here it goes.” He pulled my piss hood up over my head, and I was immediately blinded. He whispered, “It’s OK, there’s nothing bad going to happen. The blinding helps enhance the experience. Remember, I know what I’m talking about, OK?” I nodded my head, and he asked me if I was ready to be sealed in. “Remember, once I lock it, you won’t be getting out, so this is your last chance to change your mind.” I sat for only a moment then nodded my head for him to seal me in. He asked for the jar, and I felt him smearing the lube gel around my neoprene hood with a generous coating. Then I felt the piss hood close around the back of my head and I felt as he started to zip it closed. The hood was getting tighter as it closed around my head, and I felt my gag being pushed back into my mouth deeper. My swallowing reflex kicked in. I started to panic a little, but then I felt James as he leaned into my ear and whispered, “It’s all right. This is what you wanted, so just relax. Everything is going to be fine.”

I relaxed, and James finished sealing the piss hood. I heard him call for the lock, and then I felt as he put the lock into the buckle and snapped it shut. He whispered in my ear that I should just relax and get used to it. I did my best to relax.

I heard someone say, “Hey, he didn’t get to wear his Aquala suit; maybe we should let him wear it. He did stay hard putting on his wetsuit.”

James leaned in again and asked me, “How about it? You did earn it, would you like to wear it?” I nodded my head yes, and I felt as arms picked me up and carried me in the general direction of the table where the Aquala suit had been left. When I was seated I felt them putting my legs into the Aquala suit. Ian said, “Hey, this is going to work just fine,” and Mark agreed. Ryan asked them to hurry up as he had to take a wicked piss, and I knew that he was referring to using me. I felt my dick start to stir in my wetsuit as I realized that I wouldn’t be able to stop him. James again whispered in my ear, “This is what wearing the piss hood is all about. This is the moment I love the most, when the realization hits that it’s impossible to get the piss gag out of my mouth, and I’m about to be used. My dick is always hard at this point.” I felt him take my hand and put it on the crotch of his wetsuit, and sure enough, I could feel him throbbing in his wetsuit. “Don’t worry. I will tell you from experience again. Just relax and let it happen. You can’t do anything to stop it anyway, so just go with it.”

I nodded my head to show that I understood him. I was made to stand up, and my Aquala suit was pulled up to my armpits. I felt my legs being shackled together as my arms were slipped into the suit. The shackles were locked before I could do anything about it. I tried to ask what they were doing, but my piss gag wouldn’t let me. I could only make unintelligible sounds. James leaned in and said, “Relax, relax. It’s all OK. You’re going to drink piss all night, there’s nothing you can do about it now. I will be the first man to piss in your gag, and I will be the last man to piss in your gag. You can’t stop it now, so just relax. You know you wanted it. Take it like a man, and it’ll bode well for you. Remember, I’m speaking from experience.”

I felt the Aquala suit slide up my arms then my arms were pulled behind my back and I was handcuffed. I heard James ask for the can again, and I could sense him smearing the gel inside the Aquala hood. Then the hood slid over my head, creating a seal over my piss hood, and isolating the lock so that it couldn’t be reached. I felt him applying the gel to my zipper, then I felt the suit zip closed, sealing me in.

I was made to walk, but how far was impossible to tell with my shackled ankles. I heard my chains rattling as I walked, then James told me to get to my knees. “This is where it all happens now. We’re putting you in a cage, and you won’t be able to get out. I told you, I’ll be the first man to piss in your gag. I also told you that I’m experienced in this. But here’s what I didn’t tell you. Once I piss in your gag, I, myself, am also getting geared up and caged. You won’t be able to see me or hear me, and I won’t be able to see you or hear you. We’re going to be left in our cages to be used as urinals. Since I’m locking you in, I am the only one who can release you. Once I’m locked in, only the man who locks me in can release me. I don’t know who’s going to hold my key, but until he releases me, I will be nothing but a urinal. As of this moment, you are nothing but a urinal, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”

I felt hands pull my head forward, and then I felt something close around my neck, trapping my head. I couldn’t turn my head, and I couldn’t lower my chin at all. I heard and sensed the cage close behind me, and the lock snap into place. I knew I was trapped.

I heard Ian saying, “This is going to be the best surfing contest ever. Hundreds of guys have said they’ll be here for the entire fortnight.” James replied that if he was locked up for the entire fortnight there would be nothing he could do about it, and Ryan said that James already knew he was going to be locked for the entire fortnight. I heard James take his dick out of his wetsuit, and the next thing I knew was his piss filling my mouth and the piss gag forcing me to swallow. James told me to relax that there was nothing I could do, and just to learn to enjoy it. Mark came over and said, “James, I think we have a little problem.”

James asked what the problem was, and Mark said, “I just found this can of lube in the back of the van.”

“Why is that a problem?” James asked

Ian then said, “James, the lube was next to the rubber cement we use for repairs. You’ve just sealed your urinal boy here into his Aquala suit and his wetsuit forever.”

I heard all the guys start laughing as James said, “Oops! Well too late now, isn’t it?”

My screams were cut off by the next guy pissing in my gag.

 

 

Metal would like to thank Aquala Guy for this story! You sick fuck!

 

NOTE: Aquala Guy is working on a NOVEL based on this story. Stay tuned for more details.