Sandow's Fig Leaf 5
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.
Sandow and I were accustomed to nudity, but I never expected to find this level of open mindedness in Philadelphia. At first I though these men were naturists, but soon I realized these men also shared Sandow's interest in male sexuality. And the interest wasn't only scientific. They were fully aware of the pleasure involved, and were more than willing to experiment in ways to further enhance the sensations.
The Doctor and one of the rowers shared Sandow's cock. It was big enough for two. Eakins was sucking one of his students while the student sucked another. The Professor and another one of the rowers named Bill joined me. The Professor was bald and had a pitch-black beard. Like many bald men, his body was hairy, long silky hair covered his muscular chest and a trail of hair connected the mat of hair to his thick pubic bush . In many ways he looked like me, except for his cock. It hung like a white snake, framed by the black pubic hair. He was cut and his pink cock head was bisected by a wide slit. It looked like a large, lush and ripe strawberry. I sucked it and the Professor moaned. The rower was smooth and blond. He kissed the Professor and caressed both of us.
The Professor was an extraordinarily responsive sex partner. He moaned and gave verbal encouragement to every movement I made. He also spoke fluent German and my conversation with him was like being home again. There was no question as to what he liked. His cock was equally responsive. Every time I did anything particularly pleasurable, I would be rewarded with a spurt of precum. We rearranged ourselves on the grass. Much to my surprise the Professor began to suck me. I was shocked that such a distinguished man would do that. This would have been unthinkable in Germany where a man of such elevated status would suck the cock of a costume designer.
At first, I though he was just being polite, but it was soon obvious he genuinely enjoyed it. It was also clear he was no novice. He was experienced and skillful. It was clear he had made a study of men's sexual anatomy and these studies were successful. Because he was speaking German he was able to ask very intimate questions and no one else, other than Sandow, understood.
The rower, Bill, straddled my head and fed me his cock. I hadn't focused on the rower's cock. It was uncut and had a downward curve like Sandow. When he was fully erect, his cock fit the curve of my throat perfectly.
"Do you like anal sex?" the Professor asked as he looked up from his cock sucking duties. Sandow heard and looked at me. Our eyes met, he smiled and nodded. He wanted to fuck too. I told the doctor, "Yes, I love it."
"Would it bother you if I worked my cock into your ass?" he asked. "I like anal sex too. I find it's much more exciting than oral stimulation."
"More pleasurable?" I asked.
"Sometimes more pleasurable," the Professor said, "but almost always more exciting, more sexual. More intense. I use to think it was because it mimicked the sex act with a woman."
"You don't think that any more?" I asked.
"No I don't. Do you like the bottom?"
"I do. Very pleasurable and exciting." I said. The Professor was working a finger into my ass. "I have topped many times and it was always good. I think the ass is tighter than a vagina and can stimulate the cock more effectively." he said, as his finger worked it's way deeper into my ass. "Several months ago, I bottomed for the first time. It was a shock. I didn't know about this." At this time his finger had reached my prostate and he squeezed it. I moaned.
"No one had ever mentioned the role of the prostate as a sex organ to me. It was totally unexpected. I felt pleasure in a way I hadn't even dreamed. Do you know the feeling?" he asked, as he caressed my prostate again. I was in heaven. He played my prostate like a virtuoso pianist on a Steinway.
I tried to talk, but the sensations from my ass were too much. "Bill would you mind sucking my cock. I'd like it to be dripping with saliva when I fuck Hans." the Professor asked. Bill had no problem with that at all.
A minute later the Professor had my legs on his shoulders and his cock was at my ass. He spit on his hand and used the saliva to lubricate my ass. He pressed and his cock head began to open my sphincter.
"Do you like a slow penetration? Or full penetration on the first thrust?" he asked.
"Slow, if you don't mind Herr Professor." I said. "It is more comfortable that way." The pressure increased until his cock head popped through the sphincter.
"I am in, are you comfortable? The cock head often hurts." he asked. "Call me Fred. It seems wrong to be so formal, when we are so close."
"It was no problem at all." I said. The Professor slowly skid his cock into my ass. It felt good, especially when it hit my prostate. He watched me closely, noting my reaction. Fred was a very good lover. His cock was a sensual tool, a sex probe that explored the deepest recesses of my ass. He was slow and deliberate, very considerate. In some ways it was a medical exam using his cock instead of the usual medical instruments. Instead of examining my health, Fred was interested in my sexual response and pleasure.
Describing it this way makes it sound as if it was a cold and scientific exercise. That wasn't true at all. Fred was no virgin. He studied sex as well as enjoying it. He knew what excited most men and soon discovered I reacted like most men.
"Would you mind if Bill replaced me for a while." Fred asked. I said, it was all right. Fred pulled out and Bill entered. I shivered in pleasure.
"It's good, isn't it?" Fred asked. "Bill is longer and thicker. He goes deeper and stretches you further, doesn't he?" I nodded. I mooned. Bill was a much more aggressive fucker than Fred. He was pounding my ass and I was losing control.
Fred knew that. "Do you want him to fuck you to an orgasm?" he asked. "Bill shoots off quickly if he finds a tight ass and a responsive bottom. Bill began to buck and shiver as he ejaculated into my ass. He pulled out slowly. I felt empty for a moment, then Fred re-entered. He moaned.
"The man seed in your ass is wonderful. It is the best lubricant." Fred said. Bill had stretched me and I was afraid Fred's thinner cock wouldn't be as exciting as Bill's. The extra lubricant made it possible for Fed to speed up his thrusts. My sphincter and ass offered no resistance to his thrusting cock, so it penetrated anywhere and everywhere in my ass.
Bill recovered quickly from his climax and he began to suck my cock. Bill deep throated me as Fred thrust deep into my ass. The two men were perfectly coordinated. I was lost in pleasure. My ass began to twitch as all my man seed raced to escape my balls. Bill pulled back, keeping only my cock head in his mouth. He forced his tongue into my piss slit and trapped the seed in my cock.
Bill's mouth and tongue were like a vice. I had ejaculation after ejaculation and all the sperm was still in my genitals. Bill suddenly loosened his grip and my cum flooded his mouth. I couldn't believe how good it felt. Bill let my cock free. Fred withdrew and rested his cock on mine and began spraying me with his cum. Bill licked the professorial cum from my hairy body.
I hadn't paid any attention to what the other men were doing. When I calmed down enough, I looked at Sandow. He was deep into Eakins' ass. The artist was moaning in pleasure. He was on his hands and knees with his legs far apart, so his ass was stretched open. Sandow was pumping slowly as Eakins was undulating his hips.
It was slow, but exciting to watch. I realized Eakins was masturbating Sandow's cock with his ass. Both men were enjoying it thoroughly and weren't afraid to show it. Never had the passive and active sexual roles been so totally confused. Was Sandow fucking Eakins, or was Eakins masturbating Sandow? It was a race to see who could give the most pleasure to whom.
The situation became more confused when one of Eakins' students sat in front of him and offered his cock to his Professor. Eakins sucked it with pleasure. The Doctor straddled the Artist and Sandow sucked the Doctor as he fucked Eakins . The rest of the day dissolved into a sexual haze. I fucked Fred as another one of the rowers fucked me. Sandow let Bill and later Eakins into his ass. After this, Sandow mounted the Professor and Eakins gave the learned man instruction on how to manipulate his ass to give Sandow the most pleasure.
The afternoon combined intense sexual pleasure with scientific interests and study. The men not only enjoyed the extreme sensations, but they wanted to understand what caused the feelings. Between sexual interludes we talked about what we felt and what caused our reactions. I would have thought such scientific musing and objectives would have dampened the sexual excitement. They, if anything, increased the sexual atmosphere and certainly the physical sensations were spectacular.
One of the rowers commented it was a wonderful afternoon of pleasure, if perverted. He got a stern rebuke from the Doctor. The Doctor, Gustavus Mayer, was a specialist in mental disorders.
"Perversion is not the same thing as unusual, or non-conventional." he said. "Looking for pleasure and enjoyment are fundamental characteristics of human beings. Giving pleasure to one another is one of the greatest gifts. The demands of creating a family and raising children have overlain sex with a whole series of rules and regulations, which have nothing to do with the actual sexual act and everything to do with family life."
"Man to man sex has none of these requirements." Dr. Mayer continued. "Unless you plan to have my babies, we don't need to worry about most of these things. I don't believe pleasurable acts can be perverse. Perversity consists of using pain to achieve sexual pleasure. Inflicting pain, or wanted pain to be an aspect of sexual release."
"I have encountered men who want to be abused, insulted and whipped." Bill said. "I tried it and it did nothing for me."
"In mild forms it seems to be harmless, but I don't have the feelings myself, so it is hard to understand." Mayer commented.
"I associate it with fear of sex. Given our religious traditions of Puritanism, as well as our cultural background, for many people, sex is dirty and evil." Eakins interjected. "For most, nudity itself is evil. Yet the pleasures of sex are undeniable and we all have a sex drive, even if we try to suppress it. I think perhaps being forced to do sexual acts by a dominant and threatening figure makes it acceptable. One can enjoy the guilty pleasures, because you have no choice."
"Or perhaps, you are punished at the same time to receive sexual gratification?" Suggested Fred. "That would make sense in some ways. You feel guilty about your sexual desires, thus when you are whipped or spanked, you are punished for those desired."
"I had friends in school who were regularly beaten by their parents. Some rebelled and left home. Others accepted it as a part of life and came to see it as a virtue." I added. "They took it as a matter of pride their parents were so strict."
"In the same way, some regard ignorance as a positive virtue." Fred continued. "To be fair, most people know little about sex. They were taught it was evil, except for the quick interlude procreating. It's especially bad for children from "good families". Their daughters know nothing of the pleasures and are taught that to enjoy it is sinful anyway."
"They pick up odd bits of information for friends." Sandow said. "I know many men who think the orgasm alone is the sex act. Sex is the entire experience and if you do it right it can last for hours."
"Hours?" Eakins asked. The artist was smiling. as he asked this. "I am willing to learn your secrets!"
"I think we all are willing to learn that lesson!" the Professor cried. Everyone was laughing by then. Sandow joined in.
"Let me tell you. I can vouch for Sandow's prowess." I said, after the laughter subsided. "It takes some work, but it's worth the effort."
"And the training exercises are great, I would bet!" Bill said. "It would sure be better than callisthenics before a race."
"Actually sex before a contest can be beneficial." Sandow said.
"I though chastity was required before a game?" the Doctor asked.
"Quite to the contrary, at least that has been my experience. Sexual release also releases tension. When I am relaxed, I can lift 10% to 20% more." Sandow explained.
The afternoon was still young and Sandow's discussion of an hour of sex must have inspired everyone. Sandow said sensitivity was the key. You had to know when you were near an orgasm and need to slow up. Equally important was the ability to gauge your partner's level of sexual arousal.
I realized the Doctor, the Professor and Eakins were experienced men and understood what Sandow was talking about. The rowers and art students weren't as experienced and the concept of slowing down was hard for them. Bill was aggressive by his nature and he resisted efforts to slow down. Sandow took him as a student to teach him the sexual techniques he had developed. Sandow was so attractive, Bill's basic objection was overcome by his own lust. He was more than willing.
Bill was a top, but for Sandow he was willing to expand his sexual tastes. I don't know if he had bottomed before, but he was so entranced by Sandow, he would do what the muscleman wanted. I wouldn't have chosen Sandow's monster to be the first in my ass, but Bill was very masculine and he must have thought he could take it.
Fortunately Sandow approach was so slow and careful Bill had a lot of time to get use to the cock. Bill took it like a man.