I’m Daniel, 37, brown hair, dark dark brown eyes, almost black. Olive skin, Latino and 5′5″. I’m into anything tight, the more coverage the better. Wetsuitsareawesome. Add a gasmask and some ropes to keep me in place and I’m a happy, horny little camper.

 Part 1

It was looking to be a good long weekend, Friday had started and I had no plans, just me chilling in my wetsuits at home, it was going to be great.

I woke up early from excitement, and headed to my closet. I opened it and my collection of wetsuits greeted me with that familiar smell of seawater, neoprene and just a hint of sweat, my sweat. “good morning babies,” I said with a huge smile, “who wants to go first.”

I touched the thin 2mm Oneill suit; I brushed past my 4mm suits, ripcurl, quicksilver and excel; and stopped my hand on the 5.5mm billabong suit.

I think I’ll just go with the old trustworthy RipCurl, I stripped and placed my left foot into the wetsuit leg pulling over my ankle, I did the same for the right foot, then pulled the suit up my legs I needed to smooth it out a few times. I loved the feeling of the neoprene between my fingers and my legs nearly as much as I loved the tight hugging feeling surrounding my legs. My dick responded and slowly inflated.

I readjusted my member to sit comfortably in an upward sideward position, then proceeded to pull the suit further up, now around my waist. I pulled my arms into place through the sleeves and adjusted my shoulders smoothing out the suit as I went along. The medium suit was maybe a pinch too small for me but I liked the fact that it was that little bit extra tight.

I reached behind me and grabbed the zipper cord and pulled it up, feeling the material surround my torso and pull taught around my muscular chest. My cock reacted instantly and I felt it growing between my skin and the suit.

I headed over to my mirror to admire myself a little.

I picked up the boots, gloves and hood ready to put them on, but at the last minute decided to leave them for later.

With that I headed to the kitchen to whip up a breakfast. I had my breakfast and watched some TV, then played some xbox. This was a going to be an epic weekend just me chilling in my suit. I did some more things around the house, and like it does when one is having fun, time flew. It was already lunchtime.

I decided to head over to the beach pizza hut to get my favourite Hawaiian pizza. I threw on some tracksuit pants and a hoody over my wetsuit, not sure if it was really hiding it or if it looked super weird, but who cared.

I ordered the pizza and went to sit on a log with my feet in the sand, I was there for a while when a buddy of mine walked up the beach.

It was Matt, he looked so good walking up the beach with his wet Oneill suit hugging his tall muscular body. His short blonde hair was almost dry already, and he was carrying his surfboard under his arm.

“Danny boy”, he greeted from afar, “Whats good bro?”

“Aah, nothing much, just enjoying the longweekend.”

“You came to surf?” he asked looking at my wetsuit. So you can see it I thought to myself, but tried to act nonchalant about it.

“Nah, I wanted to but doesn’t seem like the waves are brewing.” I tried to sound confident and threw in a slang term, brewing? Is that even a real saying?

“ha-ha, yeah same here, was out there for a while now but no good waves coming in. Now I’ll just head home.”

“Order up.” Came a call from inside. I headed and got the pizza.

We were about to part ways when I opened my mouth again, “Well you could come over to my place for lunch, this pizza is way too much for me alone, and I’d enjoy a partner for my xbox missions.”

He hesitated for a second then decided to come along, we headed back to my place and went inside straight to the TV room and started the xbox. As the game was loading I casually stripped to my wetsuit, before remembering I had a guest. As I turned back I see that Matt had made himself comfortable on the couch, still clad in only his wetsuit, maybe not even realising I matched him.

I dropped onto the couch next to him and grabbed a slice of pizza, and the gaming commenced.

After he had died, in the game, and I was trying to still salvage the mission, I could feel his eyes were not on the screen anymore but on my body. Then I felt his hand touching my thigh, I instinctively paused the game and looked into his eyes.

He looked back into mine and said these words that shook my world, “Hey Daniel, would you like to be my little wetsuit gimp for the weekend?”

A few seconds of silence crept by before we broke the gaze and both burst out laughing. The laughter faded quickly as we both contemplated what just happened. An awkward silence fell over the room.

“I was just saying that…” Matt started explaining trying to get out of the uncomfortable silence.

“I’ll do it,” I cut him off, “You can tie me up right now.”

“O-Okay,” he seemed flustered, but quickly composed himself. “Let’s make it fair, I tie you up and we see if you can escape, if you don’t then I own you for the weekend, If you do escape it’s up to you what happens next.”

I dropped the game controller and headed to my bedroom followed closely by Matt. He dropped his backpack on the floor and opened it up, and pulled out about five coils of rope.

Instantly his entire demeanour changed. I got up on my bed ready to be tied up.

“On the floor Danny Boy, that’s where you belong.” His body language and voice tone suggested I do as he says, I got off the bed and stood in front of him. “Ok, turn around and place your palms together.”

I did as instructed but was surprised when the first rope I felt was around my elbows, he looped them a few time before pulling them tight, but not too tight. Instantly I felt the wetsuit around my chest pull tighter than it already was, my pecs and abs now clearly on display as well as the erection that had returned for the first time since this morning. I felt him working the ropes around my elbows until I felt the rope circled around my wrists.

I glanced behind me and saw that there was still some rope left, that’s when I felt his hand on my shoulder, he turned me around and forced me onto my knees, then helped me onto my stomach, after which he quickly bound my ankles together very closely to my wrists.

I was dressed in my RipCurl suit and in a hogtie, could this day get any better, it was about to…

Matt flipped me over onto my back, I felt a little exposed with my rock hard cock clearly showing through my wetsuit.

Then Matt did the second unbelievable act for the day, he leaned in over my body to bring his face to my crotch, which meant my face was at his crotch, he proceeded to lightly kiss my erection through my suit. I was enjoying a front row seat to Matt Jr., who was also engorged by now. He moved back slowly as I watched his abs pass my eyesight, then his pecs, then his strong neck till finally our mouths were at the same place, he leaned in and gave me a soft upside down kiss.

As his lips moved away he spoke, “you have five minutes to get free, otherwise.”

“Five minutes, is that all”, he didn’t give me any time to relish in the kiss. I tried my wrists and my ankles, such a simple tie, but so secure. Matt knows his ropes. Theres no way I can escape this, wait, I think I feel a little slack around my elbows. I worked my elbows in circular motions focusing all my energy into this one motion.

The wetsuit grew warm very quickly and I felt a little sweat build up on my forehead. Matt came back into my field of view, his body perfectly encased in his wetsuit and his steel blue eyes staring straight into my eyes.

“Times up, my little gimp.”

With that he pushed a rubber ball into my mouth and buckled it behind my head. He reached deeper into his backpack and produced some leather belts and I think I heard chains rattle.

I looked up at my bedside clock. It was only 3 o’clock on Friday. I was going to be Matts toy until Monday afternoon.

This was going to be an EPIC longweekend.

to be continued…

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