Date: Sat, 1 Feb 2003 16:22:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sandow's Fig Leaf 4

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.