Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2008 09:33:22 -0700
From: Wolf pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Belmont Shores Partytime 2 (gay / encounters, M/M)

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             Belmont Shores Partytime 2
            The Doctor's private lessons
                       By
                      Wolf

	Dave settled into the routine at the dive shop.
Because Saturdays were reserved for diving trips to
Santa Catalina Island, Tuesdays and Thursdays were
the nights he taught diving classes in the pool and
Mondays were his normal day off he restricted his
dinners with Bill and Marry to Wednesdays.  Marry
would fix then a nice home cooked meal and while Bill
would entertain Dave she would clean up and join
them so that she could watch them while she
masturbated.  No mater what they did it always
ended with Dave and Bill fucking each other.

	One evening a tall distinguished looking
gentleman came into the dive shop.  He was dressed
casually but his clothes were expensive.  One look at
him and the two other salesmen working that evening
knew he had great credit.  Each of them asked him if
they could help him.  He told the other two guys that
he was just looking.

	Dave was just finishing up selling a guy a new
spear gun and explaining ways to modify it to make it
faster to load.  He was doing that while the man's
SCUBA tank was being filled in a tub of water.  When
he was finished he took the guys money and thanked
him and assured him that he would see him on the
boat that weekend.

	The gray haired man asked him what boat that
was.  Dave told him that the shop charted a 17-foot
boat out of San Pedro almost every weekend for
diving trips or to check out new divers.  That seamed
to interest him and he asked a lot more questions.  He
said that he had never done any diving before.  He
mentioned that it had always fascinated him growing
up.  He said that he had been on his college swimming
team but was not a great swimmer.

	They talked about movies that had made them
fascinated with SCUBA diving.  There was the post
war movie about the Under Water Demolition Team 4
called "Frogmen".  There was also the movie
"Creature from the Black Lagoon".  There was the TV
series "Sea Hunt with Lloyd Bridges.  They talked
about all of the phony stuff but they had both been
fascinated about breathing under water and being
able to see what it was like under the sea.

	Dave told him about being in the middle of a
school of smelt.  They circling him and forming a
living silver tunnel all the way up to the surface.
What it is like to go night diving for lobster.  The
panic you feel the first time an eel lunges at you.

	He told him about cave diving and having the
light flooding and not being able to tell where up or
down was until another dive came by with a working
light.  He told him about the way young cow seals
follow you and your apprehension because you know
there is at least one bull seal some where just beyond
your field of vision.

	He told him about being out on Anta Kappa
Island one time with a large group of seals all around
the boat.  They were in among them when a pod of
Orcas (Killer Whales) showed up.  The guys he was
diving with all exited the water as soon as they
showed up.  They sat there watching the Orcas
circling the seals, working them away from the safety
of the rocky shore.  When a seal would make a break
for the rocks one of the whales would dart after it
and bite off the head.  He would leave it to return to
the circle.  They watched the whales kill close to
twenty seals before they started feeding and
allowing the rest to make it to the rocks.  Dave told
him about one of the twenty foot whales came along
side the boat and rolling over so that an eye was
looking at them.  When the whales moved on they up
anchor and headed back to San Pedro.  The man
listened to the stories with interest.  At no time had
Dave tried to sell him anything.

	The man introduced himself as Dr. Ron Larson.
Dave asked if the title was an MD.  The man casually
said yes, neurosurgery.  Dave simply shook his hand
and said that his name was Dave, late of the U S
Navy.  When the doctor asked if he had been a diver
in the Navy, Dave just laughed I did some diving for
fun but was a Draftsman in the Navy.

	The doctor had checked him out and was sure
he had played some sort of sport.  Dave told him that
he had been a middle linebacker for 7 years of high
school and college.

	The doctor asked him, "If you were to be able
to buy the best equipment, what would you select."

	Dave started with the masks.  He explained the
best features of each.  When pressed to select one
he picked up one what had a large lens, easy access to
the nose for purging and very little air space between
the lens and the face.

	He picked up a large barreled snorkel that
would wrap around the head that would allow the dive
to rest on the surface face down and the barrel was
just long enough to make easy to clear the barrel to
breathe.

	He also explained the features of the fins.  In
those days jest fins were just coming out and were
touted as being fast and less likely to cause cramps
but for pure power Dave selected Voit Duck Feet.

	When they discussed the different types of
wetsuits Dave told him about the most common types
first.  Ron listened to his explanation about them and
when Dave was forced to pick one he said, "I prefer
the Farmer John bottoms with the jacket made with
the hood built in.  It is harder to get used to but
when you get in cold water it is more comfortable.
The jacket has to zip from the chest down and is
harder to get on.  I just prefer the comfort in the
water.  Then he pointed out the need for a weight
belt and buoyancy compensator.  He assured him that
it was not a life vest.  I your in trouble go for the
surface no faster than your large bubbles and when
you reach the surface drop the weight-belt."

	Then he showed him the tanks and packs along
with the regulators.  A lot of people were starting to
buy the single hose regulators but Dave preferred
the old U S Divers two hose regulator.  He said, "He
didn't mind sticking his tongue in the mouth peace to
stop the flow of air if he rolled over on his back.
Having the regulator behind the head allowed the
discharge of used air to exit behind the head.  I hate
the way the single hose regulators exhaust right by
your cheeks so that the bubbles ringing in your ears."


	Ron asked, "Would it be possible to get private
lessons."

	Dave said, "I conducted classes at a local city
pool twice a week.  I guess I could teach you if you
have access to a pool large enough for me to insure
that you are an adequate swimmer."

	Ron said, "I have an Olympic sized pool at
home."

	Dave said, "We can rent you all of the
equipment until your ready for the deep sea checkout
dive.  You would have to buy your own wetsuit by
then."

	Ron pulled out his check book and said, "I will
buy everything right now."

	Dave started ringing it all up as Ron selected a
mask that fit him like the one Dave had talked about.
He selected the Duck Feet and after ringing it all up
Ron filled out the amount on his check.  Dave got out
the measuring tape and started measurning him.  He
filled in the measurements on an order form, head
neck, chest, Waist, hips thighs, calves, inseam,
Length torso and shoulder over the head.  He
checked off the Farmer John pants and then the
built in hooded jacket with chest zipper.  He told him
when the wetsuit would be available.  Them he helped
package the equipment up and carry them out to the
Doctor's car.

	Ron gave him his business card and wrote down
his address and phone number on the back.  Dave told
him he could work him in on Mondays and
Wednesdays.  Ron said, "I will clear my calendar so we
can start next week."

	The following Monday he called Ron to find out
what time he would want to start.  Ron said he was
ready right away.  Dave didn't need anything but his
fins, mask, snorkel and trunks so he pulled out the
Harley.

	His HDWG thundered west on the road to
Rancho Palos Verdes.  Dave smiled to himself
wondering if the doctor's neighbors would be upset by
the sound of his Harley.  As he got close to the right
address he slowed down and turned off of the road
and up the hill to a Spanish style home with a red tile
roof.

	Ron heard the noise and came out of the side of
the house and directed him to where he could park
the bike.  He led Dave into the house and offered him
a drink before they got started.  They carried the
drinks out to the patio.  Dave would have killed to
have a house like this.  The doctor was not kidding
the pool was defiantly Olympic sized with spa.

	The first thing Dave did was hand him the book
and he went over what he would need to learn.  There
was Boyle's law, Martins law and the repetitive dive
table.  The medical stuff like a subcutaneous
newmothorax and such were no problem for the
doctor to understand.  While Ron read the stuff Dave
sat back and enjoyed the breeze coming up the hill
from the Ocean.  He told Ron that when he was ready
to take the test he would watch him take it in a week
or two.  He said for now why don't you show me how
good of a swimmer you are.

	He had brought along something that looked like
a parachute that attached to a waist belt.  The idea
was to create drag as Ron swam up and down the pool.
Ron managed to pass the swimming test without a lot
of difficulty.  When they got out of the pool Ron
offered to let him use his shower.

	Dave was enjoying a comfortable worm shower
in the spacious shower room when Ron entered the
room naked.  Dave had admired his physical condition
in the pool but now he got to see what his tool looked
like.  He was a tall slender man and his cock was long
and lean too.  As he walked towards him Dave
watched it swing back and forth.  One look at Ron's
eyes and Dave knew that Ron was horny.

	Ron approached him and reached down and
cupped Dave's scrotum and asked, "How did you get a
sack like this?  Is it a hydro-cell?"

	Dave blushed, "I got kicked in the balls to many
times playing football."

	Ron did not let go of Dave's sack as he moved
his body so close that he had to straddle Dave's
thigh.  Dave felt his cock coming to life.  He reached
down and took hold of it.  He jacked him off until
Ron's cock was fully erect.  He knelt on the cold tile
floor and took the long member down his throat.  He
sucked on that tool until Ron came in his mouth and
cum flowed out of his nose.  When he stood up Ron
pressed him up against the tiled wall and kissed him.
While he wiped his limp cock all over Dave's leg.

	Then Ron knelt in front of Dave and sucked his
cock while sticking his finger up Dave's ass.  When
Dave started coming Ron pulled his head back and got
a face full of cum.  They had a good laugh and cleaned
up and Ron promised to be ready for the written test
by the next week.

	Dave strapped his bag containing his gear on the
back of the bike and let the pipes bark as he headed
down the driveway.

	Sure enough Ron was ready for the test and was
done in less time than it took Dave to change from his
jeans to his Speedos.  Dave corrected the test paper
and found that he had no problems with written work.
So they adjourned to the pool.

	Dave carefully went over all of the mechanics of
the use of the regulator and then he tossed Ron's
mask into the deep end of the pool.  He told him,
"Dive in and put the mask on and clear it of all of the
water by blowing air out of your nose before you
come to the surface."

	While he was doing that Dave jumped in and
carried the brand new tank to the bottom of the pool
and left it there.  When he reached the surface Ron
was there and wondering why he had left the tank
down there without a regulator.

	Dave used his fens to propel him up so that he
could turn around and sit on the edge of the pool.  He
reached back and grabbed the regulator and held it in
one hand while he pulled the mask off of Ron's head
and tossed it into the pool on the other side, as far
away as he could from the tank.  "Same drill.
Retrieve the mask, clear it before you swim under
water to the tank and attach the regulator before
taking a breath.  You have to put the tank on before
you surface."

	Ron looked at him. "Where will the regulator
be?"

	Dave said, "Ah you catching on quick.  You have
to catch me and take it from me."  There was a
twinkle in his eye when he said that and Ron knew he
was going to put up a fight for it.  Based on the way
Dave was built he knew that was going to be hard to
do.

	Ron took a few cleansing deep breaths in an
attempt to reduce the amount of CO2 from his brain
before diving down to retrieve the mask.  When he
cleared it he saw that Dave was on the far side of
the pool with the regulator in hand.  Every move Ron
made Dave moved to counter his move until Dave knew
Ron was starting to suffer.  He allowed Ron to catch
and put up just enough of a struggle to make Ron
exhaust the remaining air he had.  Ron had to give up
the struggle and swim for the surface.

	Dave followed him and when they reached the
surface Dave told him there comes a time when you
have to decide that you have to give up and go for the
surface.  If a friend gets trapped under water and
exhaust his air your better off just giving him your
bottle and making a free accent.  Go get more air and
help."

	When Ron recovered Dave said, "Are you ready
to try that again?"

	Ron looked at him with determination and
nodded his head.  Dave tossed his mask again and
when Ron went for it he tossed the regulator far
enough to make Ron have to decide which one to go
for first.  Dave knew he would go for the regulator
first then swim to the tank and struggle with putting
the regulator on and with luck he would be able to
clear the regulator and get air before putting on the
tank before heading for the surface.

	Ron did manage to do it.  When he got out of
the pool Dave tossed the gear back in and Ron
figured he was going to have to do it again.  Dave
said, "Good job.  Watch with your mask on from the
pool.  Dave dove in put the mask on, cleared it and
went for the tank.  He cracked the valve and put his
mouth over the bubbles to catch a breath and carried
the tank to the regulator and took his time putting on
the regulator.  Then he swung the tank over his head
adjusted the mouthpiece before bucking the waist
belt and swimming for the edge of the pool.

	Dave told Ron there is always another way to
solve a problem.  Your first idea may not be the
easiest way.  Ron said, "Aren't you risking blowing a
hole through your mouth doing that?"

	"If you noticed I never put my mouth directly
over the valve.  I let the bubbles replace the water in
my mouth and breathed the air in the bubble."

	Ron was finished with the practical part of the
class faster than a normal class because of the one
on one style.  When it was time for his check out dive
Dave offered to take him out with his next class but
Ron said I have a boat we can use.  Dave was game to
take him over to Catalina for a dive.  Ron gave him the
boat slip his boat was tied up at. They agreed to take
the boat out on Sunday and coming back on Monday
afternoon.

	Dave was up early with his gear packed and
drove to the Naples Yacht Club and parked his car in
a place he knew the watchmen could keep an eye on it.
He slung his gear over his back and walked down the
floating dock and followed the numbers to the one on
his slip of paper.  As soon as he saw the boat he was
impressed.

	Ron's boat was a 40 foot power boat with twin
Mercury diesel engines.  There were two identical
bridges.  One enclosed the second was a flying bridge
with a blue canvas awning.  As he approached the boat
Ron came out of the cabin.

	Dave stood at the ladder and saluted the small
ensign at the rear and then saluted Ron, "Third Class
Dave Mayfield. Permission to come aboard, Sir."

	Ron gave him a half-assed salute and said,
"Welcome aboard, Saylor "

	Dave climbed over the railing and followed Ron
and secured his gear where he was told.  Then Ron
showed him the boat.  Dave was very impressed.  Ron
told him until we get to the dive sight you are just
First-mate so get on the dock and single up all
mooring lines and prepare to cast off.

	Dave jumped over the railing and quickly untied
the figure eight on the docks stern cleat and tossed
the line onboard the boat as Ron headed for the
flying bridge and started engines.  Ron used the
rudder to keep the boat against the dock as Dave ran
to the bow and singled up and took the line in hand as
he jumped on board the boat.  He coiled the lines on
deck smartly and then as they headed for the opening
in the breakwater he pulled the finders up and
stowed them.  They had a good time heading for the
north end of the island.  His boat was fast enough to
make the trip in half of the time that their charter
boat would take.  Dave directed him to go around the
point and bring the boat to a cove on the western
side of the island called Iron bay.  The cliffs were a
good forty feet high and a horse shoe shape.  There
was no way anyone could scale the cliffs from the
bay, without rock climbing gear.

	They set the anchor with enough slack to allow
the boat to swing with the currents but no danger of
coming in contact with the rocks.  They put on their
gear while Dave explained what they would do.  Dave
was going to watch him clearing his mask using the
buoyancy comparator to regulate the neutral beanery
at a variety of depths.  After Dave was satisfied with
Ron's skills they would just enjoy the swim.  They
never went deeper than thirty feet.  At that depth
they were able to stay down for close to an hour.
When the came to the surface they used a wooden
deck on the back of the boat to exit the water.  They
removed all of their equipment before having
something to eat.

	Dave had brought along several tanks so that
they could make multiple dives.  While they were
eating Ron raved about how great the dive was and
everything he saw.  He was so excited he would
probably hyperventilate if they went back into the
water right away.

	Dave asked Ron if he had even heard of the
Five-Fathoms Club.  Ron had no ideas what that was.
Dave explained, "A fathom is six feet and 30 feet is
the equivalent to one atmosphere.  Having sex in
thirty feet of water is the same as the Mile-High
Club of flyers.

	Ron asked, "Just how are we going to do that?"

	Dave said, "We take off our Farmer Johns and
when we get to 30 feet we undo the crotch of our
tops and if we can keep a hard-on in water about 52
degrees we fuck each other."

	Ron got a laugh out of that and they took off
their bathing suits and put the wetsuit tops on and
the weight belts.  Dave told him that without the
bottoms they would be negative buoyant.  So when
they wanted to come up they would have to swim
harder or use the buoyancy compensators.  They
changed tanks and put on the rest of their gear and
rolled backwards over the side of the boats rail.

	Dave led Ron to a sandy area that would be more
comfortable and checked his depth gage to insure
that the depth was more than thirty feet.  He
settled to the bottom.  He unfastened the two clasps
of the crotch tail.  He pulled it up behind his back and
tucked it under it's self.  He took his tank off and
placed it on the sand in front of himself.

	Ron saw what he was offering him and he
unfastened his crotch flap.  He knelt behind Dave and
guided his cock into Dave's asshole.  It took Ron a
little effort to get a hard-on firm enough to get it in
Dave's butt.  For Ron it was the first time he had
ever fucked anyone under water and he got off
fucking Dave.  He even managed to cum.

	The only thing bothering Dave was that Ron
might be hyperventilating and use up his tank of air
before he got to fuck him.  As soon as he knew that
Ron has climaxed he swung his tank over his head and
bucked the waist belt.  He swung around Ron and
placed him on his knees.  He pulled Ron's crotch flap
up to expose his asshole.  He checked Ron's pressure
gage and knew he had to work fast.  He guided his
cock into Ron's asshole and grabbed him by the hips.
He fucked him fast a furiously.  When he pulled out
of Ron's ass some cum floated in the water.

	Dave got a kick out of seeing A Gold Garibaldi
nibbling at cum in the water.  Ron began feeling it
harder to breathe.  He pulled the reserve rod and
made the signal that he was out of air.  Dave followed
him to the surface.  Again Ron could not get over the
thrill of having sex underwater.  He could not stop
talking.  Dave reveled in his excitement.

	Dave asked are you up to make one deep dive
today? Check the dive chart and tell me how long we
can stay down at 160 feet after two hour long dives
to 30 feet.

	Ron went over the table and responded with
more of a question, "Ten minutes without
decompression?"

	Now, how long will a tank of air last under 5
atmospheres of pressure?

	Ron did the math and said about ten minutes?

	Dave said, "Let's move the boat to this location
as he pointed on the chart."

	They up anchor and headed south.  When they
reached the point on the map Dave dropped the
anchor.  Before getting dressed Dave told Ron to
check his figures again accounting for the time
elapsed on the surface.  Ron did all of his figures
again and said, "We still only have air enough for ten
minutes down time but we could actually stay down
longer."

	Dave said, "Is that a safety cushion?"

	Ron said, "Yes."

	Dave said, "Let's go then."

	As they went down the water was almost black
under them.  Ron noticed that the color of the orange
buoyancy vests changed color.  When he was the
bottom the rocks were covered with what looked like
plants but Dave had told him that almost everything
he would see was in fact living organisms as apposed
to plant life.  The fish life changed too.  They used up
all of their air and had to start up.

	Ron was surprised to find out that as the
pressure decreased the air in his lungs expanded and
he never had to take a breath of air.  He was exhaling
all the way up.  Ron was stoked beyond belief.  Dave
had told him what would happen but until Ron actually
experienced it he would have not believed it.

	They up anchor and went around the southern
end of the island and entered Avalon Harbor.  They
contacted the harbor master and got permission to
tie up a buoy.

	The caught the water taxi to the pier.  Ron
bought Dave's dinner and they had an enjoyable
evening touring the city and shops before taking the
taxi back to the boat for a good nights sleep.  The
next morning they took the boat up the eastern cost
to Two Harbors.  They collected five green abalone a
piece, near Bird Rock.  That exhausted all of the air
tanks they had brought with them.  They did some
snorkeling the rest of the morning before heading
for home port.

	They loaded all of the empty tanks in the trunk
of Dave's car and they took them back to the shop
where they refilled all of them and sealed them.
Ron's new tank was put back in the trunk.  Dave filled
out the paperwork to verify that Ron was a certified
SCUBA Diver and gave him a card that he could carry
as proof that he was certified.

	Dave drove Ron home where they had a drink or
two.  Ron wanted to thank Dave for the private
lessons so he pulled down his pants and knelt over a
chair as he asked Dave to fuck him one more time.
Dave greased up his cock and eased it into Ron's ass.
He added to Ron's enjoyment by reaching around his
hip and jacking him off while he fucked him.

	That had been a busy couple of weeks so Dave
passed on diving trips for a couple of weeks.  He
stayed close to home for awhile.




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