Sandow's Fig Leaf 7
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.
Looking back, I guess I should have been embarrassed at making such a spectacle of myself. I also should have felt like a slut. Wild Bill's was the fourth cock to fuck me and I was twitching in pleasure on Bill's cock like a puppet. The feelings coming from my ass were so intense and pleasurable, there was no room left in my mind for any other thoughts.
The cowboys watching were almost as excited as I was. No one was shy, or had any hesitation about joining in and helping out. Later, Buster told me, getting fucked by Wild Bill was a requirement for joining the show. I not only passed the test, but enjoyed it more and more the longer I was skewered on his monster meat.
I didn't fully know what was going on around me. The continuous pressure in my ass made it hard to think. Wild Bill had incredible stamina and his cock never softened, but every once and awhile it got even harder and it slipped deeper into my ass. It was a shock to my system to have a part of another man's body reaching parts of my anatomy that have never been touched before.
Wild Bill wasn't rough, but his organ was so big, it was an experience. He varied his fucking, flipping me from my back and then doing me doggy style. Sandow was screwing Buster by this time. Everyone there seemed to be fucking.
"I need to cool off." Wild Bill whispered. "I don't want to shoot too early." He pulled out and sat next to me, looking at the room filled with fornicating men. "It's a pretty view, ain't it?" he asked. "It's great when everyone is enjoying himself."
"Is this the way things are on the trail?" I asked. "It sure isn't what you'd expect of rough and ready cowboys." Wild Bill laughed.
"Cowboys talk about women a lot, but if you were that interested you'd be on a nice farm in Pennsylvania with a wife and twelve kids." he replied. "There are lots of options available to a guy who's really interested in women other than being a cowboy. It's like being a sailor. They're men's men, but they all know how to relieve pressure on a long voyage."
"I wouldn't think you'd have much experience with sailors." I remarked.
"We did a European tour a year or so ago." Bill explained. "We had to take a slow cattle boat because of the horses. That's when I discovered your cock won't develop calluses from over use." He smiled. "It was a long, but enjoyable trip. Those sailors had a taste for big meat and well worn asses." He looked at me. "Yours is better. Nice and tight without being a challenge."
"Well, thank you." I said. "I try to please. Your men sure seem to like to fuck." I observed. "Not much oral activity."
"Almost never suck. On the trail, once in a while you find a river or a good swimming hole, but a month or two between baths can make sucking a cock a bit of a chore." he said. "The guys get a bit ripe. Get on your hands and knees. Let's try playing dog and bitch in heat." I did as he asked.
Wild Bill positioned his cock at my ass and slowly shoved it in. I had thought it would be easier to take the second time, but it must have been still larger than before. Wild Bill was considerate, but he had every intention of getting every inch of his monster in my ass. My ass was already filled with lubricant and man seed, so there was no way I could resist.
I had sat on his cock before, giving me some control. Now Wild Bill was running things. I tend to be accommodating, so I made no effort to hold back. He would ram me until I was on the edge of passing out. He would then withdraw and let one of his men take his place, but when I got my breath back, he would trade places again. I had never felt like a sexual plaything before, but I let myself relax and have the men do what they wanted. Eventually Hank, Whitey, Red and Buster all had a trip up my love canal.
I guess there must have been a cock in my chute for a solid hour and a half. I was taking Fred for the second or third time of the day and saw Wild Bill on his back with Sandow easing his cock into the cowboy's ass. I could tell from the expression on Hitchcock's face, he wasn't use to being a bottom. I also saw when Sandow's cock head rammed the cowboy's prostate. Sandow was thick and no easy piece of meat, but once he hit the magic nut all was well.
While I was watching Wild Bill and Sandow, I lost track of what I was Fred was doing to my rear. The floodgate opened and I had an orgasm. Most orgasms involve only your genitals. This was a whole body orgasm. Every atom in my body participated. I shot cum over everyone and every thing within six feet of me. If it were possible to ejaculate your interior organs, I would have done it.
In a group situation, if one man shoots off, it tends to inspire the others. That's what happened this time. At least six of the guys followed my lead. That group included Sandow, but not Wild Bill. Fred pulled his spouting cock out of me and we were all winded. When Sandow finished rear loading Wild Bill, Bill came over to me.
"I know it's hard to be interested after you've shot a big one, but I've got to shoot off myself and you are the lucky one." he said. I was totally drained of man seed and any feelings. I felt like a wet dishrag, but I didn't have enough energy to resist or even say anything. I was on my back, so he spread my legs and thrust his cock into my ass. It slid in effortlessly.
On the second or third thrust something clicked. All the discomfort vanished along with the exhaustion. I tightened my ass and tried to squeeze his horse cock. Wild Bill moaned.
"That's it, baby, Milk that fucker!" he cried. He went crazy and we had five minutes of incredibly intense sex. We merged in to a single pleasure machine. Every movement was pleasurable. My cock, which had been leaking post orgasm drool, re-inflated to full size. I could feel the pressure build up in Wild Bill. I knew he was on the cusp, between thrusting and an orgasm. He teetered there for a minute or so before he let loose. Wild Bill was a showman, so everyone got to share the experience.
It was good for all the men. We had been strangers before the meeting; we were all good friends by now. An evening of wild mutual fucking was a good way to get to know someone. We all got dressed and returned to our rooms. It had been a good night.
Wild Bill became a good friend of both Sandow and me. He got me aside a few days later while Sandow was putting on his exhibition.
"Hans, I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your ass." he said. I thanked him for the dubious compliment. I wasn't sure I wanted to be thought of as a sexual plaything. Wild Bill sensed my attitude. "I mean that sincerely. You know I've had my share of men and you were great."
"I'm not sure I want to be thought of as a slut." I said.
"Hans, you may not have noticed you had fallen into a troop of sluts. We all love it and we all admit we love it. We've all been friends for a long time and no one is ashamed of their likes and wants. " Wild Bill got closer to me. "Do you top?" I told him I did.
"Would you mind taking a few trips up my love tunnel?" he asked. "Sandow hit something the other day. Sandow's cock did something new in my ass. I've not bottomed much and never with anyone as big as Sandow. Hans, frankly, I need some practice. It seems to me, you have just the right sized cock for me to practice with. It may sound stupid and vain of me, but when I do something, I want to do it well. I don't like the idea of practicing in front of the men. It would be better if I could take a cock without wincing. I'd like some private lessons?"
It was an odd request, but my cock was already responding in anticipation of a trip into Wild Bill's ass. We agreed to meet at my rooms, after the show. Sandow finished his performance and I helped him close up for the night. I told him of Wild Bill's request. He didn't think there was anything odd about it. I realize he and Wild Bill were similar men. They were both perfectionists and didn't want to be seen while they were learning their skills.
"You need to open him up and find the magic spot!" Sandow said. "When you find it, he'll have no trouble at all getting fucked. Think of it as a charitable act. His men like him, but I will bet letting them in his ass would be a real treat for them. I received an invitation to dinner tonight, so you will be alone."
Sandow left for dinner and Wild Bill showed up an hour later. I had never given a sex lesson before, so I wasn't sure where to start. We both got naked and nature took its course. It was no problem at all. I oiled his ass well and worked several fingers deep into it. I found his magic nut and gave it a real workout. This was new to him, but it was in working order.
Wild Bill was in his mid to late 50s, and it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks. Fortunately, it's also not every day a middle aged-man finds a new sex organ. I had two fingers in his hole, with one on each side of his nut. I squeezed and Wild Bill turned to jelly. He quivered and shook as I manipulated the small gland. He had opened up so I could get at his ass, but Wild Bill's cock didn't react until I got fingers deep into his chute. I squeezed, poked and prodded his prostate and soon he was moaning in pleasure. His cock was at full erection and oozing precum in buckets.
I was doing well myself. I usually prefer the bottom, but Wild Bill's strong reaction to my efforts inspired me. My cock was rock hard and drooling precum. I spread the slippery fluid over the rest of my cock head and placed it in Bill's ass. I popped it through the sphincter without much effort, then toyed with his ass muscle. Slipping in and out over and over again, after ten or twelve penetrations, his ass offered no resistance.
Each time I entered, I went a little deeper, slowly working my cock into the depths of his ass.
"How are you doing?" I asked.
"Smooth as silk." Wild Bill replied. "It's perfect."
"Tighten up your ass and try to squeeze my cock." I said. "Sandow loves it when I do that." Bill did as I asked. He was a natural showman and had a sense of style. As I fucked him, going deeper each time, he began to respond by contracting his ass. It didn't take much time for him to synchronize his contractions with my thrusts.
"I need to slow up some." I said. "I'm afraid I'm going to shoot."
"Leave it in, just stop thrusting." Wild Bill suggested. That worked. "Are you and Sandow lovers?"
"No we are friends and professional associates." I said. "We both like sex and we are compatible that way."
"That pretty well describes my relationship with the boys in my show. We are friends and sexual partners. It's not romantic love, but it sure is just about as strong a friendship as men can have, short of being comrades in battle." Wild Bill said. I had calmed down some, so I began to thrust again.
By now both Wild Bill and I were in perfect synchronization. Sandow had mentioned in the past I was a contributing partner in our couplings. I am not a passive partner. Wild Bill was working as hard as I was. We were both giving and taking. We both knew where the other was in the build up to a climax and we fed off the other's excitement. This time I didn't stop and we shot off together.
"Hans, I have to give it to you, you've taught me well. I've got the hang of it and to tell you the truth, I've got a real hankering for it." he said. "I know what the boys have been enjoying all these years."
"You must have had some idea." I said.
"You're right about that. I guess you could say I was in a fucking rut." Wild Bill replied. "The boys seemed to like my cock so much, it was easier to do the same old thing than it was it try something new."
We talked for a while and I got to like Wild Bill a lot more. When you meet bigger than life figures, it is hard to tell if there is a real man under all the showmanship. He was a normal man with a gift for show. He wanted to give his all in each of his Wild West Shows. He was like Sandow that way. If someone was going to pay to see him, it was going to be good.
There was a knocking at the door. "Are you asleep?" Sandow asked from the other side of the closed door.
"Not at all, if you don't mind barging in on two naked guys, come on in!" Wild Bill called. Sandow entered the room. He too, was naked and half erect. There was another naked man behind him. He was slight, bearded and bald.
"Hans, Wild Bill, this is Louis. I met him at dinner tonight and we found we shared some common interests. Louis is the architect who did the big Auditorium downtown." Sandow said in introduction. "He has some friends in Philadelphia who told him to look us up. The Auditorium was the talk of the town, daringly original and modern. Sporting a full erection, the man was obviously embarrassed.
Wild Bill got up to shake hands. He was erect too, so Louis looked relieved. "Nice to meet you. Hans has been giving me a lesson in cock riding." Louis laughed.
"I'm not sure I need a lesson." he said smiling. The architect glanced at Wild Bill's monster cock. When he looked up he realized we had all noticed his look.
"You like them big?" Sandow asked.
"I guess I do." Louis answered. "I didn't realize it until a few seconds ago. I'm sorry . . ."
"What are you sorry for?" Sandow asked. "We're all men. Everyone here likes big cocks, so you are in good company. Your interests are no different than our own. We're here for sex, not conversation, so relax and do what comes naturally. I'm sure Wild Bill wouldn't mind if you take a ride on his cock. I wouldn't mind seeing if it would fit."
Louis still looked embarrassed, but lust got the better of him. He dropped to his knees and tried to take Wild Bill's entire horse cock. Louis wasn't a big man and he could barely get the cock head in his mouth. Louis did give it a real try and Wild Bill seemed to appreciate the effort.
The architect was on his hands and knees with his asshole wide open. I looked at it and looked at Sandow. He was smiling at me. He motioned to me to go first. I coated my cock with oil and then worked some lubricant into Louis' ass. He didn't lose a lick of Wild Bill's meat, so I positioned my cock at his wide open rear entrance and slid into the quivering ass in a single motion.
His ass was receptive. Louis sighed. It was a sigh of relief. It was as if he was desperate for a cock and now that I was firmly lodged in his ass, he could relax and enjoy himself. After a while Sandow tapped me on the shoulder and his cock replaced mine in the young architect love tunnel. When Sandow's cock went deep, Louis' entire body quivered. It was clear Louis was well on his way to an orgasm. He stopped sucking Wild Bill. This gave the cowboy his opportunity.
"We have him ripe." Sandow said to Wild Bill. "I think he'd like you to go in for the harvest." Louis had not problem at all taking Wild Bill's cock. After the double fucking, he was wide open and the monster vanished in a single movement.