Sandow's Fig Leaf 6
By Bald Hairy Man
If you don't like gay stories or descriptions of sexual activity DON'T READ THIS STORY. If you are offended, why are you here? Go where you aren't offended. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort at safe sexual practices has been made. If you have any comments or suggestions, sent them to bldhrymen@yahoo.com, or bldhrymn@aol.com.
After our tour of the East Coast, we were off to Chicago for the World's Fair. Chicago was an entirely modern city, new even by American standards. After the famous fire, there were few buildings older than twenty years. The trip to the west was long but interesting. The train moved through the rolling landscape of New York, we stopped in Buffalo and took a side trip to Niagara Falls. The falls were every bit as impressive as we had heard.
After Buffalo, the land became flatter and less scenic. Eventuality the land was as flat as the Netherlands. Chicago was an exciting, but odd place. Huge multi-story buildings clustered in the heart of the city. They were in a modern architectural style of great originality. Much of the rest of the city consisted of ordinary wooden houses of no particular distinction.
The Great White City was a wonder. It was an architectural fantasy, unreal and dream-like. It was a modern classical Venice. The contrast between the spectacular Fair and the small houses of Chicago, could hardly be more pronounced.
Sandow gave an exhibition every day and he was, of course, a hit. He was very popular, with only Little Egypt getting more attention. Because of the demanding schedule, we could not have as many special exhibitions as we had in New York and Philadelphia. Quite frankly, Sandow was tired by the daily shows. I missed the sexual excitement of the special shows. At first I had been uncomfortable with the special exhibitions. I now discovered I missed them, when they stopped. Sex is exciting and I very much missed the excitement and although Sandow was the main attraction, there was always some fun for me. I told this to Sandow.
"I'm just so tired." Sandow said. He was silent for a minute. "You may be right though. I have always said, you need to keep the juices moving and I've not been following my own teachings. Maybe a few exhibitions would give me some more vigor." There was a knock at the door. I opened it and it was Wild Bill Hitchcock. His Wild West Show was also a sensation at the fair.
"Howdy, Gents." he said. "Do you mind if it come in?"
"Please do, Herr Hitchcock. I have seen your show, most impressive." Sandow said, as he offered a chair to the cowboy.
"I've caught a glimpse of your show too." the cowboy said. "Impressive is hardly the word for your body. The boys in my show are real interested in learning your techniques. Quite frankly, they thought they were pretty impressive physical specimens, until they saw you. One or two may be jealous."
"I am sure they are impressive too." Sandow said. "They are so skilled and coordinated, tell them I was dazzled by their prowess on horseback. I would certainly enjoy meeting them and discussing my techniques."
"Is there a good time you are available?" Hitchcock asked. They had a full performance schedule, as did Sandow, but we arrived at a time, after the afternoon show on Sunday.
One of Wild Bill's cowboys came by our rooms after the exhibition and took us to the room Wild Bill had arranged for the exhibition. It was a mile away from the Fair. It was in a space above a saloon. The saloon was, quite frankly, disreputable, but we went up the rear stairs and found ourselves in a well furnished suite of rooms.
On the damask covered walls were paintings of mythological subjects and there were several sculptures. They were of Zeus, Adonis and Hercules. The sculptures were nude and without the fig leaf that disfigured so many sculptures. I hadn't been sure as to Wild Bill's interest in Sandow. Now I had strong suspicions.
Wild Bill was there and introduced us to his men. Hank and Lem were trick rope men. Buster and Fred were bronco wrestlers. Two smaller men, Red and Whitey, I recognized as the ones who had done gymnastic tricks on the back of horses.
Sandow and I went to a small room on the side to undress. Often he would emerge wearing tight fitting shorts, but today Sandow decided to wear the fig leaf alone. If I had any doubt as to the sexual interests of the other men, they vanished when I saw the look of their faces when they saw Sandow, all but naked. I had never seen men drool before. You could feel the lust in the air.
"Gentlemen. Herr Hitchcock says, you are interested in learning my secrets for bodybuilding. Who will join me for my demonstration?." The men looked at each other and finally Buster and Red stepped forward. "Good, I admire brave men!" Sandow said. He was smiling. "Why don't you strip, so we can see your bodies?"
"Hey, mister. We don't have no fig leaf!" Buster said. Everyone laughed.
"We are all men here, aren't we. I don't think there are any surprises behind the fig leaf!" Sandow said affably. He detached his leaf and stood naked in front of the men. His cock had been tightly held in the pouch that held the leaf to his genitals, so Sandow shook his cock. All could see his member at full size. Even though it was soft, it was impressive.
The men gasped in appreciation.
"Mr. Muscleman, you sure are wrong about the surprise! That baby maker of yours would win first prize at any county fair I've ever been to!" one of the men said, I think it was Hank. Hank was taking off his coat. He didn't stop with the coat. Everyone else in the group followed suit, soon the room was filled with almost naked men. All except for Buster and Red. They were naked.
Most had good physiques, not as good as Sandow, of course, but good nonetheless. Sandow began his lecture, pointing out specific muscles and then discussing exercises to enhance the muscle. Red was small, wiry and had well defined muscles. He was balding with a neatly trimmed beard and he looked rather dapper. The remainder of his body was covered in unruly red hair. His cock was cut and average in size, but his balls hung almost to his knees.
Buster was a good 6'-4" and 250-300 pounds of all muscle. He was solid rather than defined and he was similar to many of the circus strongmen we encountered. Butch's hair was close cropped and he had a bushy, black, moustache. He had a dusting of hair on his chest. He had an uncut cock, nestled on apricot sized balls. With Sandow, the three men exemplified different muscular types.
Sandow's lecture was very good. It lasted a half hour and by the time it was over, all the men were better informed and horny as hell. I could tell none of the men were accustomed to being naked, but as the lecture progressed, everyone got more comfortable. This was greatly aided by Sandow. He was obviously at ease being nude in public. He ended the lecture with his theories about the need to refresh the body fluids. He moved on to the need to flush the reproductive system.
"Every month, women menstruate and flush their systems. Men are told to save their man seed, except when producing children. This is absurd. The more you shoot, the more you make. New sperm fills the space vacated by the ejaculation. It is fresh and potent." Sandow explained.
"Hell, I'd like to do it more than once a month." Red said. "It seems to me I can still do it a couple of times a day!"
"Join the club!" Sandow said.
"What do you do with the used sperm?" Hank asked, with a sly smile on his face.
"It seems a shame to waste it." Sandow said. "Unfortunately it doesn't age well."
"I've found it's best straight from the spigot." Hank said. "it doesn't get any fresher than that."
"That's the way you like it?" Sandow asked.
"It sure is."
"That's the way I like it too." Sandow said, without blinking an eye. Everyone knew where it was heading, but no one knew who would take the plunge. It was Wild Bill himself. He was a born leader and he was the first to take a lick of Sandow's cock.
Wild Bill was mighty impressive in buckskins, naked he was pale and a bit lumpy. His golden hair and droopy moustache draped over Sandow's cock in an attractive fashion. Wild Bill didn't have much of a cock until he began nursing on the muscleman's cock. As he sucked, the cowboy's cock began to grow. Much to my surprise, it didn't stop growing.
By the time it reached its full extent, Wild Bill's cock could have given Little Egypt a run for her money as the greatest marvel of the fair. It was almost grotesque it was so big. Like Sandow's monster, it was nothing like the genitals of Classical statuary. It was pure, massive, crude, bull cock. I was repelled by it, but as it reached full extent, I found myself wanting to experience it. I didn't know if it would fit, but I wanted it badly.
I had been so absorbed by Wild Bill's cock, I hadn't paid much attention to the rest of the men. They were all naked by now. It only took a few seconds to realize Wild Bill selected his men for more than their riding skills. The men were hung like horses. There were thin horse cocks, thick horse cocks, long horse cocks and blunt headed horse cocks. They were all impressive in one way or another.
With the smallest cock in the room, I was the low man on the totem pole. I had always thought I was a bit above average, but in this company, I was a pigmy. I didn't have any time to worry about this. Hank and Whitey came over to me and pulled down my pants and went after my cock like dogs in heat.
They weren't new to man sex. Buster sucked and Whitey went to my rear and began to probe my ass. There was so much big meat in the room, I hadn't focused on Whitey's cock. Buster was a master and as it relaxed, Whitey slipped in. It was painless, so I knew his cock was thin. I was waiting for him to get it all the way in. It was a long wait. It went deeper and kept on slipping in. He was poking places untouched by any other man.
"Spread wider. Hank wants in on the fun." Buster said. I couldn't figure where Hank would fit, but I did as told.
Hank seemed to like balls. He got between my legs and licked Whitey's and my balls. With Whitey in my ass, Buster sucking my cock and Hank sucking my balls, I was getting real close to shooting. I ooze a lot when I get excited, so Buster knew how close I was. He got up.
"Do you want to shoot now, or play some more?" he asked. I glanced over at Sandow and Wild Bill. I was almost mesmerized by Wild Bill's magnificent member. Buster noticed. He chuckled.
"Pretty, isn't it?" Buster asked. "If you think you can take it, Wild Bill is willing enough. He loves to fuck. He's good at it too, the problem is most guys are more interested in looking than riding that particular bucking bronco." He looked me in the eye. "You can take Sandow?"
I nodded. "Never had a problem with Sandow." Whitey pulled out of my ass and joined the conversation.
"You've found a hot prospect for Wild Bill?" Whitey asked Buster. "This boy has a good ass. Bill would love it."
"Do you men find partners for your boss?" I asked. "We keep our eyes open for a likely prospect. Most of the boys here look out for one another. We've been together for a long time. I guess you could say we done just about everything you can do with a cock and ass hole. We don't mind some new meat. Adds some variety." Hank got up and joined the conversation. He was behind me and took the opportunity to work his cock into my ass.
Hank was one of the thick dicked members of the group. Whitey had opened me up well and the thick man tube felt great. Hank's cock squeezed my prostate and I began to shiver in excitement. All the men noticed.
"You must be cracking this boy's nut, Hank!" Whitey said. "You've got him quivering." I felt embarrassed and blushed for a second or two, but Hank thrust hard and I took a quick trip to the moon.
"We don't mind seeing a guy enjoying himself." Buster said. "Let me see if I can get you a place on Wild Bill's dance card. Take it easy, Hank, I'd like to see him doing the fancy dance on Wild Bill's love stick." Hank slowed down, the sexual intensity diminished, but by no means disappeared.
Sandow and Wild Bill were linked cock to mouth and were obviously enjoying each other. Buster whispered in Wild Bill's ear. He and Sandow broke off their mutual sucking and got up. Red was near by and took this opportunity to attach himself to Sandow's dick. Fred and Lem apparently were waiting for their turn and the three men formed a tight cluster around Sandow. Wild Bill looked me over and then came over.
"Buster tells me you're interested in, let's say, a more intense experience?" Wild Bill asked. "You don't look liked your big enough to take it, but I've known a lot of smaller guys who've had no problem at all. Red, here, loves it; Buster has never gotten more than a few inches in his ass. He's a bull of a man."
"I would like to try." I said. "I've never had a problem with Sandow." Wild Bill smiled.
"It looks like you've got no problem with Hank either. That's a good sign." he said. "If hank doesn't mind, I'll get Fred over here and see if he fits. He's one size bigger than Hank."
"Do you mind if I drop my load. This boy's ass is great." Hank asked.
"If it's okay with him, it's fine with me." Wild Bill said. I was going to tell him to do it, but he must have read my mind. Hank gave me three or four deep thrust and shot off. It's not often you can feel a man's seed spurting into your ass, but I could feel Hank. It was an incredible feeling. He pulled his cock out and Fred's horsemeat filled the void.
Fred was an impressive specimen, but after Whitey and Hank it was fine. Fred had a huge head. Once it cleared my sphincter, it was easy going. Every cock is different and while all the cocks were large, the sensation was entirely unlike the earlier men. I could feel Fred's cock head moving in my tunnel, almost as if there was a mouse running around my ass. My ass began to spasm and grab the cock. I didn't know Fred at all, but I knew he was enjoying it as much as me.
I could sense the excitement building in Fred's body. He couldn't last long. I squeezed my ass and he shot off. For the second time in a few minutes a sex-crazed cowboy flooded my ass with cum. Fred gave a loud cry as he emptied his balls. He had ten or twelve ejaculations before his was drained. Every drop was trapped in my ass. He pulled out.
"Are you ready?" Wild Bill asked. I nodded. "Why don't you sit on it first and get use to it. If it fits, we'll try something more exciting." He got on the floor. He had oiled his cock and the thing looked like the base of an old, gnarled, oak tree. It was incredibly thick as it joined his body and tapered as it rose to a huge, purple cock head. I will swear the slit was a half-inch wide. Big veins fed the monster and you could see them throb with his heartbeat.
I straddled him and positioned the head at my hole. He was rock hard, but he pulled his foreskin over the head, just before I sat on it. Like everything about his cock, his foreskin was enough for two men, if not three.
"I like the feel of being peeled by a tight ass." he muttered.
I was on my knees so I just sat back. My hole was well exercised after having been triple fucked. I was a bit afraid I would be too open, but I was both excited and a bit afraid. My ass hole contracted from the tense anticipation. Much to my surprise, my ass peeled the foreskin back, opened up, enveloped the cock head and closed up again, holding the purple monster safely in my ass.
"Shit, that was pretty, do it again!" Red cried. I lifted up and freed the cock head, then sat back again. Wild Bill had a look of satisfaction on his face. Red moaned. I looked at him and saw Sandow had just entered Red's ass. I sat up again and sat back another time. This time I continued to sit back until five or six inches of Wild Bill's meat was in my ass. by this time it was getting a bit uncomfortable, so I sat up again. This time I left his cock head in my ass. I rocked back and forth until I was comfortable with five inches and then sat back further.
Each time I sat back, it wasn't comfortable, but it didn't hurt either. After bouncing on it a few times, it felt better and I would work on the next few inches. I don't know how long it took, but eventually I was skewered, with every inch of his throbbing member in my ass. I also had what must have been the hardest erection I'd ever had.
It was strange. Sandow's cock was more pleasurable, but Wild Bill's was more exciting and purely sexual. Wild Bill sat up, embraced me and then kissed me. I had been bouncing on his cock, now he pushed me until I was on my back. He began to pump, long slow strokes. My ass was completely filled on the in stroke, and I felt a gaping void when he pulled out.
"Damn it, Fred or Hank, whose cum is squishing out that ass?" Buster asked.
"It's hard to tell." Hank said. Wild Bill pulled all the way out. Red looked at it, then licked the cum covered cock.
"I'm not positive, but I will bet it's Fred's." Red said while licking the cum off his moustache.