Sandow's Fig Leaf 4
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a sexual fantasy with no effort made at real life experiences. If you object to gay fiction, DO NOT READ. This story is not for you. If you have any comments, send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.
It was a good night. Teddy and Stanny were enthusiastic sex partners. Once they got into the swing of things they had no problem with anything Sandow and I wanted. I wouldn't say they enjoyed everything, but they were willing to try. They were both interested in new experiences and man sex was new to them.
Stanny was a sensualist. If it felt good, he would do it. I had never found a man more totally free of the strictures of Victorian morality. It didn't occur to him to avoid a sexual experience. He was a sexual omnivore. If you could have an intense sexual experience with a kitchen sink, Stanny would have tried it.
Teddy was attracted to strong, masculine men. I don't think he was homosexual in a conventional sense. He was devoted to his wife and family. I think Sandow was so attractive, Teddy couldn't resist. Sandow seemed to feel the same way.
Sandow was very sexual and sexually generous, but he usually seemed to think of sex as an expression of friendship, or as a scientific curiosity. Sandow and I were friends and sex partners. We were not lovers. As far as Sandow was concerned, the businessmen who paid to see him naked were simply curious about his muscular development. They liked to look and Sandow like to be looked at. It seemed natural to him they would want to see his cock erect.
Sandow was attracted to Teddy. The feelings were mutual. Both were impressive physical specimens. Sandow was a Greek God, Teddy a perfect strong man, or boxer type. Both were perfect in their own way.
Stanny was all top, but a good top. He was aggressive and insistent, but considerate. He didn't want to wear me out and he had an interest in variety. He tried out every possible way to fuck me and wanted to know which felt best for me. Stanny was demonstrative, so I knew what he liked too. I found how to move to get Stanny turned on. He poked where he got a rise out of me.
I wasn't particularly attracted to Stanny and he wasn't attracted to me. Together we were great sex partners. It was pure sex and sensation, nothing else. Stanny explored my body as if he was visiting an exotic foreign country. He was interested in every new discovery.
I was on my hands and knees taking Stanny's cock doggy style when I saw Sandow on the other side of the bed with his legs on Teddy's shoulders. Teddy's cock vanished into Sandow's ass. Sandow winced, then relaxed and smiled. I had no idea Sandow would bottom. Not only did he bottom, he clearly enjoyed it.
I was thinking this was nice, when Stanny hit just the right spot in my ass. I moaned in pleasure. Remarkably, Stanny, Teddy, Sandow and I reached the same point at the same time. Sandow was moaning too and we all climaxed together. Stanny pulled out as he ejaculated and some cum sprayed on Teddy's chest. That was enough to push him over the edge. Teddy left his load in Sandow's ass. Sandow shot it all over Stanny and me.
We got back to our hotel room at three in the morning. It had been a good night. We had no exhibitions the next day, so we were able to sleep late.
Sandow was a sensation in New York. The city itself was sensational. The buildings of Manhattan soared to unbelievable heights, some towering twenty stories. The colossal Statue in the harbor and the all but magical bridge connecting New York to the City of Brooklyn were the marvels of the age. Sandow fit in well. We also toured the great cities of the Eastern Coast and everywhere Sandow was a marvel.
Sandow's exhibition was beautifully planned by now. We had found a brilliant, stage light designer. He made the display spectacular, with the lighting making him look more sculptural and more artistic. Curiously, the display always was taken as being artistic. I had anticipated some would regard it as obscene or vulgar, but that never happened. Sandow was an artistic triumph.
Sandow gave two sorts of special presentations. One was to other persons interested in physical culture. This included youth groups, athletic associations and some police and military organizations. To these, Sandow would preach his theories and explain his weight training techniques. He loved these presentations. Sandow was an intelligent man and his theories made a good deal of sense and attracted serious attention. He loved talking to doctors and professors.
The other situation was like our evening get-together in the tower of the Madison Square Garden. These were wealthy men, who were willing to pay top dollar to see all of Sandow. And for much more money, there was a chance to see this magnificent specimen sexually aroused and performing.
Sandow had been brought up poor. He got a portion of the proceeds of the big exhibitions. He did the presentations to athletic associations for free. This was a public service. All the cash from the private parties was his. He had very strict standards for these parties. He was totally in control of the events. He selected the men who attended and he selected a partner if there was to be sex.
It was fortunate that Sandow was an exhibitionist. He liked being nude in a group of men, he liked sex and wasn't ashamed of his tastes and preferences. He was interested in male sexual stimulation and orgasm. He understood other men would be fascinated too. Sex was an aspect of life similar to eating or breathing. Sandow was stimulated, as they got excited. It was a perfect pairing as far as he was concerned.
Sandow also believed in giving value for money spent. He felt if a man was willing to spend $500.00 to see him, he needed to be satisfied. If they spent $1000.00 or $1,500.00, there was a good chance they would physically come in contact with him and his genitals. It only seemed fair to him. While his interest in physical culture was scientific, he didn't mind erotic display when required.
Our visit to Philadelphia was typical of Sandow's style. We gave three public exhibitions in the big hall of the Centennial Exhibition. This big barn-like building was mostly glass and had been used for events since the Centennial year of 1876. He gave lectures and demonstrations for the Rowing Clubs and at the University of Pennsylvania. He also modeled for a private art school run by Thomas Eakins, a distinguished artist of the city. Eakins' scientific interests were similar to Sandow's and the two men had deep conversations. Eakins always insisted models be nude, Sandow was in his element.
We had several private parties. The first was made up of the usual groups of bank and railroad presidents. They got to see him nude and Sandow let them touch his cock and balls and discussed the physical and anatomical characteristics of an orgasm as he stroked himself to a climax. The men were pleased and left happy. One man stayed and licked the cum from Sandow's cock and body.
A second party was for a slightly different group of men. Several were wealthy builders, a politician or two and there were some men who were wealthy, but the wealth was from undefined sources. There were ten men in all. This was a livelier affair. These men weren't afraid to express their enthusiasm for Sandow. They had served Champagne at the earlier event. Here there was beer and lots of it. Sandow let several of them touch his genitals, but knew the men wanted more. He cock remained completely relaxed in spite of their fondling.
Sandow could read an audience and he played them like a master. He knew exactly what they wanted and gave it to them at his own pace. He told them about his dissatisfaction with his cock, it was too big, he explained. "When it's hard, it ruins my Greek God look." This caused a guffaw from the men.
"I've got that problem too!" one of the men said. "It's a curse!" Everyone laughed. The man was a tall, beefy, building contractor. He had a thick, black beard and ruddy complexion.
"You are afflicted too!" Sandow cried. "Come up and we can compare our afflictions!" The big man lumbered up and stripped. He was 50 or so, had gained weight, but he was obviously very strong, but not toned and sculpted like Sandow. His cock hung thick and low, looking like a sausage. Soft, it was a third longer and twice as thick as Sandow's cock.
"It is an impressive tool, my friend." Sandow announced. He cupped the man's bull balls in his hands and stroked the cock. "As every one knows, it's not the cock in the relaxed state that counts." The man stroked Sandow's cock. The man's cock was fully erect in a second or two. Sandow's was slower to react.
"I seem to be losing the race." Sandow muttered.
"Let me help you with that!" a man in the front row cried. He got up, went over to Sandow and started to suck him. The small audience applauded. A minute later the man returned to his seat and Sandow was hard.
It was hard to select the bigger of the two bloated cocks. They were well matched. Each of the guests had a chance to look real closely, so each man got to see all he wanted of Sandow. Sandow let another man stroke him to a climax. He sprayed the audience with cum. This ended the exhibition and the men left.
The beefy builder and the other man who sucked Sandow met us at our hotel suite a half hour later. Sandow thanked them for their help and told them he was still aroused. They conceded they were in the same condition. We had a nice session in Sandow's bedroom. Both men were hung and masculine. Their approach to sex was crude, but Sandow gave them a lesson in love. The sucker, whose name was Hal, worshiped Sandow's cock, while the builder fucked me.
Burt, the builder, was an old-fashioned man rammer. Sandow taught him to slow down and savor the sensation. Hal was on the floor against the bed with Sandow's cock stuffing his mouth. I was on my back, on the bed with Sandow guiding Burt's cock as the builder fucked me.
Burt was grateful. He had a tremendous sexual appetite for men, but was use to shooting after a minute or two of fanatic thrusting. Sandow slowed him down, so Burt experienced a good twenty minutes to a half hour of slow pleasure. After my experience with Sandow's cock, Burt's was no problem and I enjoyed it thoroughly.
"I've never had anyone enjoy this as much as your buddy here." Burt said. "Usually, I'm the only one to have a good time."
"Believe me, when you do it right, everyone enjoys it." Sandow explained. "You have noticed his enjoyment adds to your own?" Burt nodded. "Hal's enjoyment adds to mine too. Rub that spot again, he likes that." Sandow was guiding Burt's cock and wanted to make sure I got what I liked. I moaned as his bloated cock head rubbed my prostate.
"I've never been fucked myself." Burt said. "What's it like?" I could tell Burt was thinking of trying it.
"If you're man enough to take it the first few times, it's great." Sandow said. "Slow down and rub in just that spot. You can send him to the moon when you do that." Burt did what Sandow told him to do and it worked just the way he said. I hadn't realized how completely Sandow had explored my ass, but he knew it perfectly.
He also knew how to get Burt to do what he wanted. Burt was older and it was unlikely his virgin ass would open up for a cock easily. By appealing to his manhood, Sandow turned it from being an ordeal into a test.
We all got up and rearranged ourselves. Burt was on his back with Sandow poised to enter his ass. Hal was on his hands and knees with his ass in the air, ready to take my cock. We were positioned to watch Sandow deflower Burt. Sandow always liked an audience.
Hal moved us nearer. He wanted to suck Burt while Sandow fucked him. Both Sandow and I were well lubricated. Sandow soon was slowly pulsing at Burt's ass. His cock head was positioned in the hole and each pulse opened it slightly. Burt's ass was muscle bound, so he didn't open up easily.
Burt was really uneasy at first, but as Sandow continued pumping, he must have gotten use to the strongman's cock and relaxed some. I had been giving Hal the same treatment, but he leaned forward and began to suck Burt. As he did, his ass opened wide and my cock slid in deep. Hal sighed in satisfaction. As long as there was a cock in Hal's mouth, his ass was mine.
Hal's sucking mouth made it easier for Sandow to break into Burt's love tunnel. As Hal deep throated Burt, Sandow thrust deep. The builder winced, but he took it like a man. Sandow pushed deeper, but it didn't get better for Burt until the cock head rammed his prostate. When Sandow's cock rammed his the magic nut, I watched all the tenseness vanished and Burt surrendered to Sandow's cock.
I was watching Bert and Sandow when Hal began to quiver. His ass contracted on my cock. He was squeezing it tightly as I continued to thrust. I felt as if I was being milked. I thrust harder and his ass got tighter. We were heavily lubricated, so there was no way Hal could stop my cock, but it felt good for both of us. Hal began to shake as he climaxed. He shot his cum on Burt. Burt had a hands free orgasm. Both Sandow and Burt looked happy.
It was a good experience. I rather liked Burt and Hal and had a feeling there might be many more satisfied men in Philadelphia, now that Burt could slow down.
The third private exhibition was entirely different. One afternoon, the artist, Thomas Eakins, came by our hotel and we went on a carriage drive into the countryside. We stopped in a wooded area and then hiked to a pond. There we met several of Eakins' students and two of the rowers we had met several days earlier. These men were naked and had been swimming. We striped and joined them.
Several other men joined us. There were distinguished looked men. I recognized one as a Professor at the University of Pennsylvania another as a Doctor. It was a warm and somewhat muggy day. The water was cool and refreshing. I was surprised by the appearance of the older men. The coats, vests and ties of professional men were designed to cover flabby and fat men. The younger men were athletes and all were fit. That I expected. The professor and his associates were muscular and in much better physical condition than I had suspected.
They were well educated and several spoke German. The conversation turned to anatomy and science. Sandow was explaining his theories and included his thought on the need to regularly drain the balls of stale man seed.
"I'm not sure there are any scientific studies to back you up on that." the Professor said.
"I know there are none!" Sandow proclaimed. "It is one of the great failings of science. I don't believe there are any studies on male orgasms and not much on male genital anatomy. It seems to me, the functioning of the cock is at the heart of human life."
"I think you are right on that count." Eakins said. "In polite society, the genitals are dirty and never discussed. They don't exist in polite society, but they are the basic requirement of human reproduction."
"Everyone lies about them. Sexual preferences and desires are so hidden, I don't think it would be possible to do a scientific study." the bearded Doctor said. "It is all but impossible to ask a patient about sex without being accused of unprofessional conduct. Tom knows that well."
"That I do!" Tom replied. "It's odd. Women are never allowed to see or touch a man's genitals, or even admit they exist, until their wedding night. Then they are expected to be a sex slave and baby-making machine for their husband. It's worst for the so-called "Christians". They teach nothing, but expect the most from a woman."
"Sex and genital stimulation are the most intensely pleasurable sensations a human being can feel, but they are forbidden sensations." Sandow said. "Is it not odd? So few people can enjoy their own bodies."
"That is quite right, Herr Sandow." the Doctor replied. He paused. "Are you too ashamed to enjoy your body? he asked.
"Not one bit." Sandow answered. "I have no problems at all with it. I am also interested in other men and their sexual organs."
"A scientific interest?" one of the rowers asked. Sandow thought for a minute.
"Truthfully, I would say my interests are 30% science and 70% mutual pleasure." Sandow replied. The rower laughed.
"My interests are 10% science, 40% pleasure and 50% being horny as hell!" the handsome young man replied.
"You are a truthful man!" Sandow said while laughing. "Are there any other truthful men here?"
"To tell you the truth," the professor said, "all of us here are like minded. I myself you our friends interest." The professor was siting on the grass. I looked at his crotch and saw his cock was responding.
Sandow had been on the bank of the pond. He stood and all could see his cock was getting hard. "Isn't it odd an aroused cock causes embarrassment. Without the erect cock the human race is doomed, yet we fear to show our cock in action."
"I take it, you have so such fear?" the Doctor said. Sandow thought for a second.
"None at all." the muscleman said.
"You may well be in a group of the only men in Philadelphia who have no fear either." Eakins, the artist, said. He stood and was fully erect.