Sandow's Fig Leaf Part 9
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 bldhrymen@aol.com.
Captain Williamson delicately stroked the fur on my chest. He was a handsome man, when is eyes turned from being steel grey to a warm grey he was lovely. It was a shocking transformation. His hands slipped below my chest to my stomach.
"I'm not shy." I said. I knew his hand was nearing my cock and I didn't want him to stop. He smiled at me as his hand strayed into my pubic bush. "I'm not very interested in platonic relationships."
"I'm not interested in many men." the Captain said, "when I find someone who attracts me, the last thing in the world I want is for it to be sexless." By now his hand was at my cock and balls. He didn't touch the organ; he only touched the hair on my balls.
"I am on duty now, but you can you come back tonight?" he asked. I nodded and got dressed again.
"We can get together after Sandow's exhibition." I said. I returned to my room, then went to Sandow's room and we both went to breakfast. Eisenbach joined us there with Evans and another officer, George. Eisenbach was overjoyed to have German-speaking friends on the voyage. He was quite personable and good company. He wasn't a sophisticated man, but he was intelligent. He didn't know who Sandow was, but he was interested.
I hadn't told Sandow about my discoveries about the sexual preferences of the officers and crew, or of Eisenbach for that matter. Sandow had a good idea what the situation was; Wild Bill had filled him in. George was the Engineering officer and offered to show us the engines of the ship. Sandow and Eisenbach were both enthusiastic about this so after breakfast was complete, we trooped off the bowels of the ship.
George was a big man with rough mannerisms. His hands were permanently discolored with grease and oil. He was spotlessly clean and well groomed otherwise, so I realized the oil must have been embedded in his skin. The S.S. Minotaur was not an impressive looking ship, but when we reached the engine room, the place was painted, polished and without a trace of dirt. Its controls looked like those of a dreadnaught or luxury yacht. It was beautifully maintained and obviously in prefect working order.
Sandow was interested in the huge machinery and George was more than willing to explain the equipment in great detail. Both Sandow and Eisenbach liked this. My English was better than theirs, so I translated some of the more difficult parts for them. George led us to the lower part the engine room, where we found the stokers. The temperature of the area in front of the huge steam engines was almost unbearable to me. This was too much for Eisenbach, who left and returned to his cabin.
The stokers themselves were huge, muscular men covered in sweat, coal dust and soot. They looked as if they were condemned to work at the gates of Hell.
"They are magnificent, physical specimens!" Sandow exclaimed. "Beautiful, even the soot enhances their musculature!" That was true. The sweat flowed like rivers from their bodies, outlining the muscles and making them look like anatomical drawings. When the boilers were stoked, the men closed the gates to the fire and went to their quarters. "I would like to see them closer, would they object?" Sandow asked.
"Not at all, Mr. Sandow," George replied, "but they are. . ." He hesitated, then resumed the sentence. "They are better physically than intellectually. It is hard to talk with them sometimes. The conversations are very. . . simple. Stoking a boiler is not a desirable job for anyone who has a better alternative. We treat them very well here. I think of them as my sons." he said with some pride in his voice.
"I would like to meet them," Sandow repeated, "physical culture is my interest. They are magnificent." George took us to their quarters. It was a small room, but like every other thing under George's control, neat and clean. There were hammocks on the sides of the room and a table in the middle of the room. We could hear a shower running in the next room. One man was in the room, naked and drying off.
"This is Mr. Sandow; he is a passenger on the ship and wanted to meet you." George explained. The man was pale, since he didn't get out in the sun much, but scrubbed pink and looked like the picture of health. "The boys don't wear many clothes in their quarters, Mr.Sandow," George explained. "It is very hot work. They need to cool off."
"Very sensible, Herr Master Engineer," Sandow replied. "To tell you the truth, I would spend all of my day naked, if I had the choice. Especially with the temperature down here."
"I think the same way, " George said. "but some people see it as being immoral. We had one passenger who was shocked the men weren't fully dressed when they were stoking the boiler! He thought I was encouraging immorality!"
Sandow laughed. "Absurd people are everywhere! It seems to me, anything to make your men more comfortable would be welcome and that would include a little immorality!" Sandow proclaimed. "If I was working here, it's seems sexual pleasure would be a blessing, not a sin."
George looked at Sandow and recognized a like spirit. "I believe the Captain said you are on this ship because of Wild Bill's recommendation?" George asked. "He was very open minded in many ways. He taught me some things about keeping your men happy." Sandow broke out in a broad smile.
"Do I need to get dressed, Daddy?" the stoker asked. He was standing alone and naked in the room.
"No Willy, you are fine the way you are. The other boys can come in too. It's fine, Mr. Sandow is a nice man," George said. "Willy's the head man here. He makes sure things are right for the boys." The other men entered the room; all were naked. They were greatly varied, but all were muscular from the years of heavy labor. One man had a hair lip and one had very heavy features, but all had magnificent bodies.
There was some tension in the room since the stokers didn't know why we were there and what we were after. Sandow began to take his clothes off.
"The boys have magnificent bodies, would you mind if I showed them mine?" Sandow asked George. "That might make them more comfortable."
"That's no problem at all," George said. "I usually dress very informally down here." From the way he said, "very informally" I knew George meant naked. I stripped too. The tension vanished from the room.
George was taking off his shirt as he saw me naked for the first time. "Has the Captain seen you yet?" he asked. "You're the type he likes." I nodded.
Sandow was talking with the men and having them flex their muscles. He was effusive in his praise and the men beamed in pleasure. They were interested in him too, but his horse cock, not his muscles, was the object of their admiration.
"My sons are strong boys, Mr. Sandow. As strong as any I've ever met!" George said. "Moose here is a good man to have when you need some heavy lifting." Moose was well over 6 feet and must have been 300 pounds. He was covered in black, curly hair from his head to toe. Most of the other men were smooth, or just dusted with hair. George also was an exception. He was a redhead and a thick coat of red hair covered his chest.
Sandow was running through one of his posing routines and the men enjoyed it. Unlike his usual show, he wasn't wearing a fig leaf. In the comparatively small room, you got to see all of Sandow close up. He, of course wasn't shy at all, but I was surprised he made no effort to hide his ass hole. In his normal performance, he keeps his buns tightly clenched. For the next ten minutes his asshole or cock was within a foot or two of at least one of the stokers.
Moose put his arm around my shoulders while we watched Sandow perform. My hair is the same color as his and my body hair was as thick, even if I was half Moose's size. I had the feeling he thought I was related to him somehow. I looked at George. He smiled at me and seemed to approve of the way I was handling Moose. George's cock was also well beyond the half-staff point.
I didn't know where this was all leading. Moose was next to me. Willy was with Sandow and two other men; Ollie and Jimbo were with George. The youngest man in the group, Ali, was standing back and just watching. He had the hair lip. Willy was watching Sandow intently and when Sandow got close enough, he leaned over and sucked Sandow's cock.
"Willy!" George exclaimed.
Sandow smiled at George. "Let him do what comes natural!" Sandow said. "I wish every audience could show their appreciation this way!" George looked relieved. Sandow turned his attention to Willy. "Don't take more than you can fit in your mouth. My cock gets really big," Sandow explained.
"I like big!" Willy said wearing a broad smile. "Lots of milk! Daddy milk!"
Sandow looked over at George. "They think it's milk?"
"I tell them I'm like their Daddy and Momma. I'll take care of them." George said. "They figured out the milk stuff on their own."
"Does it have to come from your balls?" Sandow asked.
"I thought so, but apparently not!" George said with a bemused look on his face. "You don't have to let him have it."
"Believe me, the pleasure is all mine! I'm glad to help out," Sandow said. "Do you have a problem with him taking my cum?"
George thought a minute, then he smiled. "No, I'm fine; make Willy a happy boy." By now Jimbo and Ollie were at George's cock and Moose was playing with mine. I waved at Ali and had him come over to me. Ali would have been handsome except for his deformed lip. He had straight black hair and a dark complexion. He looked heavily tanned. I didn't know if Moose would be bothered if another joined us, but that wasn't a problem.
I got on my knees and sucked on Moose; Ali saw his chance and got on the floor so he could suck my cock. Moose's cock was eight inches long, but thin, so it was easy to suck. I could deep throat it; Moose loved that. Ali treated my cock as if it were the Holy Grail.
"What do your boys like to do?" Sandow asked. "Is it all oral?"
"Mostly. They watched some pretty hot stuff with Wild Bill and his men." George said. "They liked what they were seeing, but I'm not much into it. I tried a few times, but as soon as my cock head touches an asshole, I loose my hard. Never taken a cock myself."
"Do you mind if Hans and I try broadening the boys' horizons?" Sandow asked.
"I guess it's okay," George said. "Remember, they do exactly what you tell them. Fucking can hurt, I don't want that to happen. They won't understand. It will be difficult." Telling Sandow something was difficult was like waving a red flag in the face of an enraged bull.
The conversation ended at that point when Sandow climaxed and almost drowned Willy with his cum. It was a spectacular load even by Sandow's standards. I noticed Willy didn't swallow much of Sandow's cum. He saved it in his mouth, then went around to the other men and kissed them, giving each some of Sandow's cock juice. George had said Willy took care of the boys and now I knew what that meant.
Sandow's orgasm was enough to make George shoot off. I wasn't far behind. Ali was a happy man. I later found out that, as the youngest man in the group, he didn't get a chance to take a load from the spigot. Fresh cum straight from the balls was a treat for him. I was just about to give up on Moose, shooting when he popped and shot an incredibly thick load of seed in my mouth. We got dressed and Sandow asked George if we could come back the next day. George said, yes and gave us the best time to come.
As we walked to our cabin, I observed, "It seems to me those men are in the best possible place to have the worst job in the world."
"I agree with you there," Sandow said. "George is a good man. He's in love with them and doesn't know it. He thinks of them as his children, but they are all capable of adult sexual enjoyment. It seems to me alternating stoking the fires of hell with the ecstasy of sexual release might average out to being a normal life."
"Do you think the constant sex would become boring?" I asked.
"Has it bored you, my friend?" Sandow asked. I laughed.
"You have a point there!" I admitted.
"We have a difficult task ahead of us. I wish to teach them the paths to intense sexual pleasure and enjoyment, yet I must insure George remains the father and protector of these men," Sandow said. "It would be terrible to undermine the relationship he has with them. It is a beautiful and uplifting thing. You will help me, I hope."
"Of course I will. You know that," I said. "What do you need of me?"
"I need your thoughts of course. You have a good mind and always think out the most direct and easy solutions and put your finger on the foremost obstacles," he said. "and then, I also need your asshole, wide open and ready to be filled."
"You have both, my friend. You have both."
The rest of the afternoon was quiet and peaceful. A portion of the deck was available for use, so we sat in the sea air and I read a book, while Sandow made notes. He was writing a book on physical culture. Eisenbach joined us and he stared into the sea and slept.
Dinner that night was good, and the conversation pleasant. George was with his engines, but I got to know the other officers. Henry Waterson was the 35 year old, second officer. He was slim, blond and rather bland, except for piercing blue eyes. There were two apprentice officers, Silas Smith and J.P. Winterham. They were in their twenties, Silas was dark haired and still had some of his baby fat. J.P. looked as if he was on his way to a formal dress ball. He wasn't particularly tall, but he gave the impression he was tall and elegant.
There were several men who were in charge of the animals. Roddy Scutter was ranch foreman, who ran anything concerning animals on the ship. He was a big, blustery man with a thick brown beard and wild, curly hair. At first, I though he was in his fifties, but I found out he was 34. Some of the bluster was to cover his youth.
Dr. Kenneth Dahlman was a veterinarian. He was short and struck me as being ineffectual. There were two cabin boys, Robert and Max. They had hopes of becoming officers some day, but they just ran errands and did anything anyone told them to do. After dinner, Sandow got up and announced his exhibition.
"Gentlemen, in a few moments I will be giving you my program for body building and physical culture." The men applauded. "Normally, I give this lecture and all the audience leaves, since we will be together for two weeks, I hope you will permit me to take my time and you will join me in my exercises." Sandow announced. "You are all dressed for dinner. For my demonstration, I would appreciate it if you could return to your quarters and dress more informally. I prefer to wear no clothes at all in these exhibitions. If there is no objection, I will give the demonstration nude."
"We're all men here," the Captain said, "I don't believe anyone here will be offended."
"If that is the case, lets all return here in a half hour," Sandow said. The men dispersed to their cabins, or to the officer's quarters. When Sandow and I returned, most of the men were either shirtless or wearing an undershirt. Several wore trousers, but the younger men and the Captain were in their under shorts. Several men from the crew entered. They looked uncomfortable with the officers.
"Before we start, let me say to the crew members for this demonstration, pay no attention to rank. We aren't officers and crew. We are all men interested in improving ourselves," the Captain explained. "Do remember, however, I will be the Captain again tomorrow!" Several men laughed. "Gary, Waldo, come and sit next to me." Waldo was a big, grizzled man with a white beard. He was massive. Gary was a young man, perhaps 16 or 17. I noticed the Captain had picked one of the eldest and one of the youngest members of his crew.
The room was illuminated by electric lamps; George had installed an electric dynamo on the boilers. When Sandow moved to the middle of the room, he removed his robe. It was as if a bolt of electric power surged through the room. He was completely nude. It was also clear he was partially aroused.
"Damn!" Waldo exclaimed.