Kinky quarantine

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Kinky quarantine

Post by surfydude » Sat Sep 05, 2020 5:19 pm

With 14 day quarantine for covid being common for many travellers, I thought, what if it looked like this?

THE ARRIVAL

A planeload of overseas travellers arrived at the airport. Amongst them include sportspeople coming to compete at upcoming triathlon, cycling, swimming, jetskiing and tennis events. There were also holidaymakers who were keen surfers, scuba divers and bushwalkers, including an 18-30 youth group, among them, John and his 3 close friends.

Meeting the passengers were officials dressed in full rubber hazmat gear - full face gas masks, rubber suits, industrial rubber gloves and gumboots. Customs, police, military personnel, doctors and nurses, even the charter bus drivers, all geared up. Some of them were from the police or navy dive squads - they were wearing black or red drysuits with rebreather helmets, thick gloves and boots. One of the officials split the passengers into 5 queues and handed out disposable masks. Naturally, the youth group stayed together in one line. Another official read out the rules and procedures. They announced,

“A customs officer will check your passport, itinerary and any declared or prohibited items.
Then a nurse will check your temperature and administer a covid swab test.
After you've been cleared, you will be escorted to charter buses and transported to a quarantine facility.
You must stay in the facility for at least 14 days and return a negative test before leaving.
Anyone seriously ill will be taken to hospital.”

John and his 3 close friends were given the all clear and were escorted to the bus by officials in hazmat gear. Some of them carried their luggage on trolleys - including their surfboards. The bus driver was also in hazmat gear. John could hear the heavy breathing from the gas masks. All the seats were covered in plastic wrap. He and his friends sat halfway down the aisle. Doors closed and the bus left the airport. No one knew where they were going, and no answer was given.

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Re: Kinky quarantine

Post by surfydude » Sat Sep 05, 2020 5:40 pm

THE CHECK IN

When the bus arrived at the quarantine facility, another team of officials greeted them. They too, were decked out in full rubber hazmat gear. No one from the youth group felt intimidated, and most thought the gear looked pretty cool, kind of like being in a video game. Everyone was ordered off the bus and into the large reception area. One person tried to run away. He was promptly arrested by masked police in full rubber. “What an idiot, no way he can get out here,” thought John. Another police officer, made an announcement through a microphone inside his black gas mask.

“May I have your attention please.
We understand this may be a difficult and stressful time, but your 14 day quarantine period at this facility is mandatory by law.
Anyone caught trying to escape or disobeying orders will be promptly caught and punished.
To leave, you must test negative at the end of 14 days.
Before we escort you to your rooms, we need to prepare you for check in.
At this facility, street clothes and footwear are not permitted.
You will be required to change and remove all street clothing and footwear from your baggage, and place it in one of these bags. Then write your name on it and give it to one of our officers. It will be returned to you on departure.”

John and every awaiting guest were shocked. They thought, “what are we going to wear?”

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Re: Kinky quarantine

Post by kinkygaynerd » Sun Sep 06, 2020 9:53 am

This is the kind of lockdown I prefer

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Re: Kinky quarantine

Post by surfydude » Thu Sep 10, 2020 3:17 pm

“You are only allowed underwear, skintight lycra and rubber garments. Neoprene boots or gumboots are the only allowable footwear.
At any time you are escorted outside your room, and you must wear boots, a gas mask and rubber gloves. Nudity is forbidden.
These will be supplied to you if you do not have your own.
The change rooms are through those doors. Women on the left, men on the right.
Remove all your forbidden items and place them in the quarantine bags provided. Then bring your bags over to the counter for inspection and storage. If you need suitable clothing or footwear, let our officers know.”

THE SUIT UP

Everyone was bewildered as they slowly entered the rooms. Inside, the room was enormous, decked out with rows of socially distanced tables, each with hand sanitiser, disinfectant wipes and rolls of white quarantine bags. Everyone began unpacking their luggage, stuffing all their regular clothes and shoes into white bags. John and his friends stripped naked and bagged those clothes too. Staring at their fit bodies and the remaining contents of their suitcases, they rummaged at what they could wear.

John and his best friend Jake were keen surfers and scuba diving buddies. John pulled out a Billabong spring suit with yellow sleeves and a Ripcurl full suit with blue sleeves. “They're rubber, so I could wear those. It's cold in here. Must be all the workers in rubber,” he thought. He chose the Ripcurl and slowly eased his tall surfer body into the suit, totally encasing it skintight neoprene. A final zip up made a satisfying sealing sound. John then pulled out his matching neoprene gloves and boots and put them on. He almost grabbed his hood, BCD and fins, only for Jake to remind him he's not actually diving. John packed away the rest of his scuba gear in while he waited for Jake.

Jake followed John, and pulled out a zipperless O'Neill full suit. Despite Jake's slim figure, his suit was so tight he struggled to get in, until John helped Jake literally pull his head through the neck hole. “Maybe I should've worn my red Viking drysuit,” he said, “but I have nothing under it.” John reminded him, “your wetsuit can be the undergarment. You want me to help you into the drysuit?” Jake replied, “no, I don't need it now. I'm warm enough already from all that wetsuit wrestling. Just pass me my gloves and boots.” Jake put them on while John admired the shiny red drysuit as he put it away, always wanting one for himself. The pair looked like young lads about to go surfing.

John's other friends, Nick and Will, were adventurous freediving buddies. Nick also likes the thrill of jetskiing, but Will prefers kayaking and fishing. Their friends call them Slick Nick and Wetsuit Willy. Left without clothes, Nick donned a black smoothskin Orca wetsuit, with his wide shoulders and chiselled body tightly moulding the seamless shiny rubber. He also wore matching smoothskin boots and gloves, turning him into a rubberised Adonis. Realising he isn't going freediving, he put away his long black fins, a yellow life vest, dive mask and snorkel.

Will also chose a smoothskin wetsuit, but a black 2 piece freediving suit from Elios. He slid his trim body into the wetsuit pants slowly up to his waist. He then threaded his dick into the built in sheath, tightly rubberising it, but making it easier to use the bathroom. Next, he pulled a top piece over his head, wriggling until his head filled the attached hood and his muscly arms filled the sleeves. His rubberised dick was concealed under a beaver tail over his crotch and secured to the front of his jacket. Finally, he donned matching smoothskin gloves and socks, fully encasing his fit body in smooth tight rubber. Not an air pocket could be seen. Will couldn't find his wetsuit boots anywhere, and asked Nick. He replied, “they're not in my bags, and I haven't seen them. I see you got your nice chest waders. Perhaps you could wear those?” Will pulled out his green waders and slid them over his suit. Nick admired Will as he filled the shiny green and yellow boots, and finally helped tighten the shoulder straps. “That did the trick. Looks good as usual”.

As the 4 youths grabbed their bags and made their way out of the change room, they can't help but notice other guests changing into outfits that revealed their interests.

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Re: Kinky quarantine

Post by neoprene » Wed Oct 14, 2020 1:51 pm

Great story ! I can't wait for the next episode :mrgreen:

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Re: Kinky quarantine

Post by surfydude » Sat Oct 31, 2020 4:45 pm

I’m glad you liked the story. Here’s the next part.

A HELPING HAND

In the corner of the room were a group of costume actors donning various full body lycra or rubber costumes, like Spiderman, Venom, Alien, Spawn and Predator. One of them was clearly a latex fetishist. He was lubing up and contorting his muscly body into a black zipperless latex catsuit, complete with socks, gloves, full face hood and dick sheath. The suit was only up to his hips when he dropped the lube and it rolled towards Will. Will picked it up, and walked it over to him. He introduced himself. “Thanks for picking that up. My name’s Monster Mark. I’m suiting up as Spawn, and the first layer is this latex undersuit. Feel free to give me a hand.” Mark slid his lubricated dick into the sheath, and it soon became hard and tightly gripped. Will’s dick trapped under his own sheath followed. Next, Mark slid his hands into the gloves, and with the assistance of Will, slid the sleeves over Mark’s hunky arms. His chiseled chest filled the suit’s torso. Finally, the attached hood was flipped over his head, encasing it entirely in rubber. Tiny, invisible holes in the front allowed him to see and breathe. The whole process was repeated again for the Spawn suit, except his sheath was now tightly concealed inside a skull shaped codpiece and his head was trapped under a full face of rubber. Will stood speechless while Mark handed him a card and said, “I like your rubber and I know you’re interested. Let me know when you’re ready to try it.”

Will looked down at Mark’s card and it had Monster Mark as Spawn on one side, and Alien Alex as a Xenomorph on on the other. The Xenomorph not only had long claws, a ribcage, elongated head and tail, but also a sharp upward thorn at its groin. The card also read, “actors for hire, costumes for sale.” Will could hardly contain his excitement. He turned to Mark for an immediate purchase. Unknowing to him, Nick was over looking his shoulder the whole time. “What’s the commotion Willy? I want one of those suits too!” Nick remarked. Mark grabbed some sealed bags and said, “gents, I have spare new suits for both of you. One Spawn and one Xenomorph. Take your pick.” Without hesitation, Nick grabbed the Spawn and Will grabbed the Xenomorph. They couldn’t thank Mark enough as they paid and left, but promised to stay in touch.

On a neighbouring table, a trio of professional triathletes already in skintight cycling lycra were struggling into their black shiny Aquasphere wetsuits. One guy couldn’t zip up. One was struggling to tug the suit up to his waist. Another had one hand stuck in the sleeve. John and his friends stopped to help. “Need a hand fellas?” John asked. “Yes please,” they said. John went over to the first guy, while his friends helped the others. John pulled the two halves of the guy’s suit together, zipped it up with a satisfying sound and secured it with velcro. “Oh that felt good,” he exasperated, as he felt the rubber tighten over his body. “Thanks for the help, my name is Jason. I love my suit but always have trouble zipping up. You guys are looking fabulous in yours. You enjoy wearing them?” John replied, “yep, we like them so much we don’t want to get out, same with the ocean. Having rubber permanently fused to our skin and living by the sea would be a dream.” Jason’s face enlightened with interest. “We need to talk more,” he winked, while slipping a contact card for John.

John’s other friends helped the other two triathletes suit up, and it was difficult. Their suits were very tightly fitted and required a lot of heaving from two men to get them on properly. Eventually there was relief and excitement when they were zipped up and saw themselves tightly encased in black neoprene, matching gloves, latex swim cap and goggles. But there’s a problem. They had no acceptable footwear. Cycling and running shoes were clearly out. Their swim training fins were too clumsy to walk more than a few steps. They needed boots and John’s group had no spares that fitted.

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Re: Kinky quarantine

Post by surfydude » Sun Nov 01, 2020 11:24 am

THE STOREROOM

John and Jason’s groups made their way out of the change room at the opposite end and saw a pleasant surprise. Behind a service counter was a huge storeroom with rows and rows of surplus and hand me down military and emergency services rubber gear. Gloves, boots, waders, wetsuits, drysuits, hazmat suits, gas masks, harnesses, fins, scuba tanks, helmets and rebreathers. Both groups lined up without delay. Jason’s group needed some boots, while everyone needed gas masks. An army officer in full green rubber hazmat gear asked, “what are you after?” Jason replied, “size 9, 11 and 12 wetsuit boots, and 7 gas masks please.” The officer searched the aisles, making squelching sounds with each step of his suit and gumboots. When he brought the gear to Jason, he announced, “I don’t have any size 9 or larger neoprene boots today, but I do have gumboots. You’ll have to come back for tomorrow’s delivery if you want neoprene.” Jason’s group wasn’t fazed, and slid whatever boots over their bare feet. The big black gumboots were heavy duty ex-police issue and studier than neoprene. They made a satisfying thump on each step.

The boys passed around the black full face gas masks they’ve been issued, and before putting them on, they noticed a few things. The filter cartridges were fairly compact and don’t protrude far. There’s a deep ridge around the outside perimeter and the single curved visor. No exhalation valve could be seen. “I think there is a second half to these masks that clip over the first, like a breathing apparatus,” speculated John. The others agreed. “Maybe we can go scuba diving in them. Just attach a regulator or rebreather,” added Jake. They all put the masks on, and before they know it, the straps auto fastened and couldn’t be removed. Jason panicked. “My mask is glued to my face! I can’t get it off!” Will’s mask fused to his wetsuit hood, completely encasing him in rubber. The officer stepped in to calm them. “Relax boys, you’ll be able to take them off once you get in your rooms. They must worn in all common areas, remember?” As the boys settled down, they could still faintly hear their breathing. It wasn’t loud or restrictive, but a gentle reminder their air was filtered in both directions.

Along came a lost and lonely businessman, who never worn rubber in his life, but was intrigued by the boys’ slick appearance. “Excuse me, what is that you’re wearing?” He politely asked. “We’re wearing wetsuits. They’re skintight neoprene garments that normally keep us warm and protected when surfing, diving, swimming, etc,” replied John. “We’re also wearing wetsuit gloves, boots and gas masks for added protection. The rules say they’re mandatory,” Jake added. “But don’t worry, they’re quite comfortable to wear and I’m sure they’ll have loaners in your size.” The last sentence seemed to calm the newcomer’s face, as he approached the counter and asked for his kit. The officer issued him with a bright yellow ex-rescue wetsuit, with matching neoprene boots, gloves, hood and gas mask. Unsure of how to put them on, he asked the boys for help. They all curiously obliged and returned to the change room.

The lone businessman stripped naked, before undoing the wetsuit’s front zip and climbing in one leg at a time. The boys help him slide the tight yellow neoprene over his legs and arms. He felt very sensitive and aroused as he watched himself become fully encased for the first time. The bright yellow colour, his favourite, intensified it further. As he flipped the hood onto his head and zipped up the suit, he was huffing, his heart was pounding, and a huge throbbing erection filled the suit’s groin. He paused for a minute and asked the boys, “is this normal? I’ve never felt so horny before!” Jason replied, “totally normal. That’s the fun of neoprene!” “Oh yessss, this feels good,” the man exasperated, as he indulgently slipped on the matching gloves and boots. When he finally put on the mask, the same thing that happened to the boys also happened to him. It fused to his face and hood. But there’s more. The gloves and boots also fused into the suit. The zipper also fused shut and disappeared. All his gear integrated into a single piece of unremovable rubber. The man inside observing the changes couldn’t judge if it was a good or bad thing. He felt pleasure rubbing and touching himself with his gloved hands, but any pulling or nudging reminded him it was firmly stuck. The boys couldn’t judge his eyes inside the visor either, but they told him, “the officer said it will come off when we reach our rooms”. Each of the boys checked their own gear, and only their masks were fused. Unsure of what’s next, the man decided to follow them out of the change room.

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Re: Kinky quarantine

Post by surfydude » Mon Nov 02, 2020 8:46 am

A NOT SO WARM WELCOME

The group made their way past the storeroom to the check in counters. They were staffed by navy divers, all of them in heavy rubber drysuits, thick rubber gloves, gumboots and diving helmets with hoses to rebreathers on their backs. Additional tubes and tanks can also be seen on the backs of their suits. John and Jake presented their bags for inspection. As the inspector rummaged through their suitcases for any contraband, his rubber gloves squeaked as he handled the boys’ diving gear. He also seem thrilled that the boys were into diving as well. No contraband was found, but their white quarantine bags were taken away. The two boys were allocated room 110, and stood aside for an escort officer.

Nick and Will right behind were given the exact same treatment, but got allocated the next room 111. Jason's team got 112, and the businessman got 113. Monster Mark and his crew got rooms 114-118. He and his crew were in costumes, but with gas masks fused to their heads. Additional guests, all in full head to toe rubber, were allocated subsequent rooms.

While John and his friends waited in the corridor, they noticed a disturbance in a nearby room. Inside was the escapee that they saw at the entrance. He was very loud and violent. Heavily armoured and masked riot police officers pinned him to a restraining table. Even with every limb tightly tied down, he refused to cooperate. So the officers stripped him naked, sprayed him with lube and shoehorned him into a heavy skintight latex suit. The suit was a bright yellow colour that covered everything. Feet were inserted into latex socks fixed to the suit, with old scuba fins glued on. Hands were tied up like a straitjacket. His dick and butthole were squeezed into tight sheaths and shoved into big hoses, which lead to a collection tank on the back. His head was encased in a full face hood attached to the suit. Only a mouthpiece was visible. A mask was fused over his rubber face with more hoses running to tanks on the back. At this point, his raging screams became soft muffles, and eventually silence. The only opening was glued shut without zippers. He was then strapped into a vertical trolley and wheeled into neighbouring room 100, facing a webcam and TV screen watching him 24/7. The officers closed the heavy metal door and turned their attention to the line of awaiting guests. “Let that be a warning to you all. If you try to escape or disobey the rules, you will be imprisoned and punished until you are cleared after 14 days. Now follow me to your rooms.”

The police officers lead the guests down the corridor. Their intimidating body armour, gloves, boots, tear gas and bigger masks rated for them meant no one dared to say a word. Instead, the thumping sound of marching gumboots filled the hall. Soon they got to the first vacant room. The officers opened the heavy door and announced, “room 110.” John and Jake waved the others and obediently filed in. The officers closed the door and the group proceeded to the next room. “Room 111,” they announced, as the door opened. Nick and Will waved and filed in. The door closed. Jason's team was next, then the businessman, and Monster Mark's crew. The group outside continued until they were all allocated.

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Re: Kinky quarantine

Post by surfydude » Tue Nov 03, 2020 12:37 pm

ROOM FOR FUN

Inside their rooms, the guests explored them. Each room was a cross between a hotel, hospital and prison. They had a basic bathroom, 2 beds, a desk, chairs, a TV with webcam and a private courtyard. The furniture was plastic or metal and the floor was vinyl for hygiene. There were windows, but none could be opened as the room was air conditioned. All the doors to the corridor and courtyard were locked.

A welcome letter laid on the desk beneath the TV. It read:

Welcome to Kinky Island Quarantine Facility!

To maximise the health and comfort of your stay, please note the following:

The TV is a touchscreen device with a webcam. You can use it for:
-Phone and video calls to our staff, other guests and your friends and family
-Viewing announcements from our staff
-Booking leisure activities
-Virtual trivia and chat nights
-Virtual card games
-Internet browsing, chatting and video conferencing
-On demand movies
-And of course, watching TV!

Free wifi is also available for your own devices.

Meals are delivered 3 times a day. If you have any dietary requirements, let us know.

Cleaning, laundry and room services are not available. Except for bed linen, any cleaning or laundry you must do yourself. Replacement linen may be requested by calling our staff.

Medical staff will examine your health every few days and perform tests if necessary. If you have any signs of illness, please call our medical staff immediately.

Final medical tests are mandatory a few days before your scheduled departure. They must be negative before you can leave, or your stay may be extended.

Quarantine can be fun! We have these socially distanced activities to keep you occupied:
-Trivia and game nights
-Bush walks
-Beach walks
-Cycling circuit
-Slip and slide obstacle course
-Floating obstacle course
-Springboard diving
-Bayside open water swimming
-Snorkelling
-Scuba diving
-Catch and release fishing
-Surfing and bodyboarding

Leisure activities are only available to guests who have passed health checks. Additional equipment may be required and supplied. Session times are limited. Bookings via room TV essential.

Masks must be worn before exiting your room and can only be removed once inside your room after the doors are closed. Gloves and boots are also mandatory.


John and Jason's groups were excited. It felt like a holiday to them, to be able to do and wear what they love, everyday for the next 2 weeks. They high-fived each other, and removed their masks in relief. They came off just as the storeroom officer said.

The lonely businessman, in his private room, decided to enjoy his new yellow wetsuit and acquaint himself with others, rather than work remotely all day. With nothing else to wear, he laid in bed closely examining and touching every part of the suit. He was aroused again by the tightness and bright colour that encased his body. His mask, hood, gloves, boots and suit were still fused together, intensifying the experience. His breathing through the mask became heavier and louder, while a massive erection formed under the rubber. The slightest touch or friction from his gloved hands caused it to throb even harder. Cum oozed into the suit. He began to roll around and squirm, before it became so intense he shot the biggest load he ever had. He laid there in pure bliss, completely tranced in his fluids, until he had to use the bathroom.

Still fused inside his rubber with no way of removing it, the man decided to video call John and Jake's room. In a desperate voice the man said, “hello, my name's Brendan. I met you guys at the storeroom. I love the gear but I need your help. I'm stuck in it. How did you guys get yours off? I see you don't have your masks on.” John and Jake were confused. They replied back, “our suits are our own and never fused. Our masks could come off as soon as the door closed. Did you check your door?” Brendan went to his door and indeed, it was left ajar. He peeked outside and officers were patrolling the corridor, luckily walking away in the distance. Brendan slowly clicked the door shut, and his gear began to unfuse. He took off his mask and hood in great relief, and he watched the gloves and boots separate and the zipper reappear. He went back to the boys and excitedly said, “it worked! The door wasn't closed properly! But don't go out, there's guards outside. Now how do I get the suit off? I gotta pee!” The boys gave him step by step instructions, as they watched him jump up and down, desperately struggling to tear each glove and sleeve off, but before he got to his boots, his bladder gave way and he peed into the suit. He rolled around on the floor, panicking to remove his boots while keeping them dry. Sweat, pee, and semen spilled everywhere as he rolled on the floor in agony wrestling the suit legs off. Brendan's butt was about to explode so he bursted into the toilet naked as soon as the suit cleared his feet. John and Jake never laughed so hard in their lives as they watched Brendan's comedy of errors.

After Brendan cleaned up himself and the resulting mess, he had nothing to wear. His wetsuit was taking forever to dry and he didn't want a repeat of his embarrassment. He covered himself with a bedsheet and phoned the storeroom for another suit. “Hello, can I get another suit please, one that I can easily use the bathroom?” He asked. The storeroom officer replied, “we do have such suits, but we don't normally issue them to guests. I’ll see what we can bring you. Put on your mask so we can open the door.” Brendan put on his mask and waited.

Moments later, two navy divers entered Brendan's room, encased in thick black drysuits with matching gloves, hoods, full face masks and rebreathers. One carried a black latex suit with attached gloves, socks and open face hood. Sheaths protruded from the crotch. A second diver carried a latex brief, heavy gumboots and a bottle of lubricant. “Brendan, we have a spare suit for you. Normally these are reserved for our officers. We wear these under our diving and hazmat suits. Would you like us to help you into it?” Spoke the first diver. Brendan, turned on by the shiny rubber, gleefully agreed. He sat in a chair while the divers lubricated his naked body and threaded him through the hood opening. At his crotch, they thrusted his dick into the front sheath and inserted the back into his butt. It was a perfectly tight fit. “You'll be able to use the bathroom in this suit.” The first diver advised him. “Normally, we connect the sheaths to hoses on a waste disposal unit, like the one on my back.” He turned around to show Brendan. Hoses ran out of a sealed tank into the diver's drysuit. “It lets us stay on duty without removing our suits to use the toilet.” He then handed Brendan the brief and gumboots and added, “as per the rules, you'll need to wear these over the suit when you leave the room.” Brendan keenly slid them on. They were an exact match for the suit. As the divers opened the door and left, the rubber all fused into a single seamless piece around Brendan’s body. He was aroused again by the tightness and black shiny appearance. He explored his new rubber body and boots, rubbing and touching it with his gloved and lubricated hands. His erection grew harder between 4 layers of latex, eventually wanting to bust out of the welded on brief. Wanting to reach inside, he firmly closed the door so he can unfuse and remove the brief. Exposed was his huge dick, tightly cocooned in heavy latex with a nozzle tip. He indulgently stroked it until he shot out another load, with the nozzle firing it across the room onto the walls and ceiling, like a water cannon. “Wow, I never thought I could shoot that far,” he thought. After his erection subsided, the latex was still tightly moulded to his flaccid dick. When he tried peeing, it blasted out like a high pressure jet. It was enough to splatter water out of the toilet bowl and dislodge stains. He could even reach the bowl with room to spare from outside the bathroom. “This is almost like a weapon. Impressive, but I must be careful with it,” he thought.

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Re: Kinky quarantine

Post by neoprene » Mon Nov 09, 2020 12:21 pm

I love this story, I want to see what happen next :D

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Re: Kinky quarantine

Post by surfydude » Wed Nov 25, 2020 2:37 pm

THE BIG CHILL

While video chatting via their room TVs, John, Jake, Nick and Will were chilling, literally. The temperature kept dropping. Even in their wetsuits, it was getting uncomfortable. Jake turned to John and said, “I think the air conditioner is broken. It’s cold even in my 4/3mm suit, gloves and boots.” John walked over to the air conditioner controls and tried adjusting it. It was on, but none of the buttons worked. He tried opening the main door. It was locked. Then he tried the courtyard door. Also locked. “Something’s wrong in here. I think we should call for help,” he replied. Nick and Will in the room next door saw them over the video link and added, “I dunno about you guys, but this room is chilly as. Doors and control panel are no-go too. I’m gonna put on more rubber on before I freeze my nuts off.” John struck a chord. “Good idea, let’s get all our gear on while I phone the operator. Could be a while.”

John used the room TV to call the operator. An air force officer in a black hazmat suit and mask answered. John, in a shivering voice said, “I’m in room 110 and my friends are in 111. Our air conditioner controls are stuck and it’s terribly cold in here. We can’t open the courtyard doors either. Can you please help us?” The operator answered, “I’m really sorry to hear your situation. I will send a technician as soon as possible. He’s on another job at the moment, but hopefully won’t be too long. Have you got some extra neoprene to keep you warm in the meantime?” John replied back, “yes we’re in wetsuits now, and have spares to put over the top, but not many. If you could send 2 medium tall suits to 110 that would be appreciated.” “Will do. Please put your masks on so we can open your doors.” John said thanks and hung up.

The 4 boys each went to their suitcases and piled on as much neoprene as they had, in a bid to keep warm. Each of them put on a gas mask, neoprene hood and extra gloves, with Nick and Will’s being smoothskin. John then put on his spring suit over his full suit, followed by a semi dry windsurf suit with another attached hood. Jake put on an old slickskin full suit over his zipperless full suit, before John helped him into a red rubber drysuit with its attached gloves, boots and hood. They both then slipped their BCDs over their chests and strapped scuba fins over their boots. A full face dive mask and air supply was all that was missing for them to go diving. “Much warmer now. My face isn’t freezing anymore,” Jake commented. “Me too, this rubber feels great to be compressed in,” John added. They sat in bed, enjoying the thick layers of rubber that tightly encase their bodies. John was very turned on by his groin compressed by 3 layers of neoprene. His huge dick was throbbing, and it didn’t take long for Jake to follow. It was enough to keep them both warm.

Nick and Will each slid on Elios one piece smoothskin suits on top of the full smoothskin suits, hood, gloves, boots and socks they were already wearing. Will’s suits have dick sheaths installed so he slid his dick into a second layer of smooth neoprene, and quickly became hard.

(to be continued).

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