Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 19:03:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Sandow's Fig Leaf 12 Sandow's Fig Leaf Part 12 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. "Are you ready for a new experience?" Sandow asked Roddy. Roddy nodded. "I think I am," he replied, "but you finish off your friend." Sandow pulled out of my ass. "Don't worry, Hans has felt my cock many times and will feel it many more times," he said. His oiled cock was out of my ass and Roddy could see the entire sexual member. "You take Hans' spot on the bed. Are you a virgin?" "Yes and no," Roddy said. "Most of me has been pretty well used. My ass is an exception to that statement." "As you see, I am large. It is not ideal for a virgin, but some men have loved it," Sandow said. "It excites them." "I reckon that includes me," Roddy said, almost in a whisper. I think it took some effort for the cowboy to admit he was excited by another man's genitals. It wasn't the sort of thing you said to you pals on the range. "Is it not sad sex is a forbidden subject? I have always thought it peculiar while a man's genitals are exposed and easily manipulated by your own hands, the experience is entirely different and superior when that manipulation is done by another person. Masturbation is merely a childish sketch compared to man to man sex which is like a drawing by Rubens or Rembrandt." Sandow said in a tone which suggested a lecture. As he talked, he lubricated Roddy's ass. "You would assume any contact between your prostate, buried deep in your ass would be equally exciting," Sandow continued. "There are dildos which can stimulate that organ and one can massage it with a finger." As he said that, he poked his finger deeper into Roddy's ass and pressed the cowboy's nut. Roddy's eyes rolled back into his head and he gasped for air. Sandow's finger had hit the bull's eye. "Yet it is clear to me having that small sex organ stoked by another man's engorged cock is vastly more exciting." "Of course, even the hardest cock is pliable in a way a dildo isn't. The cock is the ultimate blunt object. There are no points or hard edges as in dildos. The cock also oozes juices to lubricate the way, but this alone can't explain the excitement," Sandow continued. He had his cock at Roddy's ass now. The cowboy was tense, but excited. I remembered the feelings of almost overwhelming desire and fear which accompanied my first anal experience with Sandow. I sensed the same feeling with Roddy. "My suspicion is the human mind and body requires another person to make sex fully satisfactory. It is built into our being," Sandow said as his cock head penetrated Roddy's ass. Roddy winced. "I will go slowly," Sandow said. "You tell me if you want me to continue or to stop?" "Go slow, but don't stop!" Roddy whispered. "You have to surrender now, Roddy," I said. "His cock head is already inside your chute. There no way to stop it. Relax and let him have his way." "I can't." Roddy cried. "You will eventually give up," I said. My hands were rubbing his chest and I pinched his nipples. Roddy moaned, gasped for breath and Sandow pushed into the hilt. Roddy was in a trance induced by sexual ecstasy. He had sensitive nipples and they must have turned of his sexual inhibitions. Roddy was a dime store novel image of a cowboy, strong silent and masculine. When Sandow's cock occupied his ass, he was another man. He moaned and shivered and twitched in response to the massive sex organ. His own cock looked as if it might explode it was so hard. Sandow was a great sexual partner, but there was often an aspect of scientific interest in his love making. With Roddy, Sandow lost his control and abandoned himself to pure sexual excitement. Sandow shot off first. When I saw that, I leaned over and sucked Roddy's cock. That pulled the cowboy's trigger. I pulled away so Sandow could watch him shoot. It was a spectacular, total orgasm. Sandow left his cock in Roddy's ass until the cowboy cooled down. "It was satisfactory?" Sandow asked. "God, yes!" "You are all right? No regrets?" Sandow asked as he pulled his cock from the still twitching ass. "None. It wasn't what I thought it was going to be." Roddy said. "How do you mean?" "I thought getting fucked would make me feel weak, like a woman," he explained. "I feel just the opposite. It was almost as if I had two cocks." "Well, technically, you did," Sandow said, laughing. "You felt the excitement of your own cock and of mine. It doesn't always happen, but I felt the same thing with you. It was very good." We arrived in Southampton the next day and the voyage was over. Our European tour was a great success. Sandow had almost universal appeal. While there was a strong sexual aspect to all of his performances and exhibitions, he was the living human equivalent of Greek Statues. They were universally regarded as epitomes of male beauty and were fully acceptable in polite society. Sandow's personality was similarly acceptable, he was intelligent and clever. Very polite and a good conversationalist, he was welcome in polite society. He was married, and one might think his sexual preferences would make a marriage little more than a sham. That wasn't the case. Sandow was an affectionate and loving man. He loved his wife and children. He had enough love for them and for his male companions. Indeed there was more than enough of Sandow for many intimate relationships. The final leg of our travel took us to St. Petersburg. It was mid summer and the city was warm and seemed bathed in continual sun. The sun did set for a few hours, but it seemed as if the city was either in full sunlight or dusk. St. Petersburg was more exotic than other European places. At times it was a sophisticated French city, up to date in every way. At other times we encountered almost medieval attitudes and practices. Sandow was much admired. Our public schedule was so filled, we didn't have much time for the special exhibitions until the end of the tour. We were to go to Berlin next, but an officer in the Czar's guard asked if we could do a demonstration for them. There was the perpetual danger of attack on the Czar's life and the guard had little time off. St. Peterburg was so beautiful in the summer it was hard to believe danger hung over the place. The next day we were on a private train taking us into the countryside. A carriage met us at the station and we went to a fortress. This was the headquarters for the Czar's personal guard. The fortress was low and massive. Inside the gate a tall officer greeted us. "Herr Sandow? Welcome to our home. Then men are excited to meet you. You are the talk of the city." The man was dressed in a simple uniform. He was a good six feet five or six inches tall and massive. We had heard the guards were all tall and imposing. We went to the dining hall and soon felt like dwarfs in the land of the giants. Some were blond or redheaded Viking types, others showed the influence of Asia. One man was clearly Mongolian, several that the curly black hair of the Turkoman. All were huge and powerful men. After diner, we went to a small gymnasium-exercise hall. It was furnished with barbells and weights. There was a changing room to the side. We went there and Sandow stripped, put on a robe, then we went back to the hall. There were 25 to 30 men there, all stripped to the waist. Sandow called them to attention. He gave a brief speech in Russian. He spoke little Russian, and apologized for that. "If you would forgive me for delivering the lecture in French, I would greatly appreciate it," he said. "My skills at the Russian would only disgrace your tongue." One of the officers rose and thanked Sandow for his consideration and assured him French would be perfectly acceptable. This episode was a master stroke on Sandow's part. He was the foreign muscleman and they were all larger then he. They were a bit skeptical of his strength. The speech established him as a modest and courteous gentleman. I could feel the atmosphere in the room warm. Most of the men exercised regularly, so Sandow's method of musclebuilding was of great interest to them. He explained it to them, then removed his robe and posed. He was wearing only the fig leaf and the audience was impressed. Sun entered the room from a high window and it well captured his impressive musculature. Since the room was well equipped, he offered to give the men demonstrations and then to help them practice. The men were quite enthusiastic about that. "I'm afraid the fig leaf is useful for public exhibitions when ladies are present, but not for real exercise," Sandow said. "Would you mind if I remove it?" "That is no problem, we are all men here," one of the officers said. Another man called out, "We all have the same equipment, there are no surprises!" They burst into rowdy laughter. Sandow removed the fig leaf. There was silence for a few seconds when they saw his cock. Conversation quickly returned, but everyone knew while all men have the same basic equipment, some have more than others. The demonstrations were impressive and the men saw the advantages of the Sandow method. At the end of the exhibition we all went out the side door. There was a river beside the fortress. All stripped naked and ran to the water to swim or bathe. We had been in the water for a while when another group of bathers appeared. At first they stayed to themselves but eventually the two groups mixed. Sandow was talking with one of the new men. He was young and seemed small compared to the giants around us. It was hard to judge with the Imperial Guard around us. A bell rang and most of the men left. They had to return to duty. A half dozen of the guards, the man talking with Sandow and another man remained. I was talking with two of the Guards, Ivan and Suleyman. Ivan was a red headed Viking type. Suleyman was a Turk, as dark as Ivan was pale. Both men were huge and muscular. Both seemed to have an interest in me which I didn't think was platonic. I was firming up as were they. Other than in general bulk the two men were as physically different as they could be. Ivan looked smooth, but the red hair didn't show up well. Suleyman had a carpet of hair covering his body. Ivan spoke French with a very strong accent, Suleyman could have been a native-born Parisian. Ivan was uncut with twice as much skin as he needed to cover the head. Suleyman's cut cock left his head exposed. It was the size of an English penny. I was at half staff when Sandow came over to us with his companion. Ivan and Suleyman bowed. It took me a few seconds to realize Sandow was with the Czar. I bowed desperately hoping the Autocrat of all the Russians didn't notice my erection. As I bowed my head, I saw Sandow was at half staff and the Czar himself was well beyond that. I felt a little bit better. "No need to stand on ceremony when you are wet, naked and in the water!" the Czar said in perfect French. "Ivan and Suleyman are old friends. More like brothers than guards." He glanced at the other men. "We are all old friends. Let's go to the lodge where we can relax." The Czar led us to a wooden house next to the river. It looked like a gingerbread house, elaborately carved and colored. Inside it was a jewel box. It was a riot of color and decoration. We went up a steep stair into large room which occupied the entire level. The room was windowless but had a large skylight. The edge of the room was a continuous sofa or divan, covered in pillows and fur blankets. "It is dazzling, Your Majesty," Sandow said. "It was my playhouse as a child," the Czar said. He reached over and fondled Sandow's cock. "I have always been able to relax here. I have nothing but good memories of this cottage. It is a place of enjoyment and pleasure." He leaned over and whispered in Sandow's ear. Sandow smiled. "Let me assure you, both Hans and I place our bodies at your pleasure," he said. As he spoke Ivan dropped to his knees and began to suck me. Suleyman was to my rear and I felt his hard cock rubbing against my ass. Suleyman's cock was oiled and soon his big uncut head was at my hole. He was a big man and he lifted me up and sat me on his cock. My feet didn't touch the floor. I was supported by his cock alone. He carried me over to the divan. He sat with me skewered on his cock. It was a huge organ but it fit well. I was sitting on his cock when Ivan came over. He returned to sucking my cock. Ivan spread my legs, so he could suck my cock and Suleyman's balls too. Sandow and the Czar were chatting informally as they played with each others genitals. "Your friend took Suleyman the Magnificent's cock easily," the Czar commented. "Suleyman's father was the Ottoman Ambassador when I was a child. We were boyhood friends and when his father returned to Constantinople he remained. You have trained your friend well. Few can take the Turk's cock so easily." "It was not my training, but Hans' desire which makes him a good playmate," Sandow replied. "He shares my interest in sexual exploration." Sandow bent over and licked the Czar's erect member. It was long and thin. "Exploration is a good word for it," the Czar said. "My wife has no interest in that at all. She is a lovely woman and a great mother. Sex is dangerous for her. She seems to have inherited her Grandmother's fertility." "Victoria?" "Yes. Pregnancy is an ordeal for her and if I get even close to her, she is with child. The sex is good, but I must be careful. She is a loving woman, and as long as my explorations do not involve other women, she is unconcerned." Sandow got up. "Sexual pleasure and family needs are not always compatible," Sandow said. "It is rare when everyone's needs are in harmony at the same time. It is good when there is an alternative for you. Everyone can be satisfied." "That is my experience. The Czarina is happy and I am happy. My guards are not jealous of her, they love and admire her." he said. "These men are friends from your boyhood?" Sandow asked. "Yes, we are close. We grew up together." "I am honored you have let me into the group," Sandow said. "An earlier visitor recommended you, Wild Bill," Nicolas said. "He said you could be trusted and enjoyed." Much to my surprise the Czar sank to his knees and began to suck Sandow's cock. Suleyman shifted his body and his cock hit a new spot. He pitched me forward, so he was fucking me doggy style. Ivan shifted and my mouth was within licking distance of his cock. I could reach it with my mouth and soon was working my tongue into his generous foreskin. By sitting on Suleyman's cock I had limited his movement. There were no limitations now. He was taking deep strokes and ramming hard. I too, was less passive. Ivan was fully erect but more than an inch of skin still concealed his knob. When my tongue penetrated into the tube of skin, it encountered and rich brew of man fluids, smells and tastes. It was a genuine stew. As his cock oozed, the juices collected, trapped in the foreskin. It was warm, almost hot and steamy inside the thick skin. The ooze fermented and strengthened as it built up. I wouldn't say it tasted good, and if it was a few days old it would be rank, but fresh it was an aphrodisiac. Ivan's cock head was very sensitive so he was moaning and twitching. Suleyman was pounding me hard, as I was savoring cock juice. Ivan shot off first, filling my mouth with his seed. His friend's moans must have pushed the Turk over the edge. He was filling my ass. Suleyman pulled out and Ivan and I disentangled ourselves. I was still excited, but I hadn't shot off. Standing up, I looked around the room. Sandow saw me and motioned for me to come over to him. I had no idea what the Czar and Sandow had been doing while I was involved with Ivan and the Turk. Both men were still hard, so I assumed they hadn't climaxed. "Hans, I was telling his Majesty, I have found man seed to be one of the best lubricants." Sandow said. "I saw the Turk climaxing. Did he fill you?" "I think so," I replied, "but I think there's room for more." Sandow and the Czar smiled. Suleyman was listening to the conversation. He came over to us. "I shot a full load, but it is deep, really deep," he said. "You should get Dimitri over here. His cock is shorter and would fill in the gaps." "That is asking too much of Sandow's friend," the Czar objected. "It isn't a problem for me. I share Sandow's interest in new experiences," I said. "Scientific interest?" the Czar said with a smile. "I hope some pleasure would be involved." I laughed. "You don't need to worry about that!" I said. Suleyman had gone off and returned with a giant man with a bushy red beard. He had the physique of a grizzly bear, but his cock must have been thicker than it was long. Dimitri looked at me. "It will split him in half," he said in heavily accented French. "I wouldn't worry about that," Sandow replied. "Hans is stronger than he looks." "He is a handsome man," the red bear said. "You want him, Father?" The Czar nodded. Dimitri looked at me. His cock head, which had been concealed in his foreskin was already half exposed. His cock was getting longer, but the organ was getting even wider. In the tangle of wild red hair at his crotch, I saw his sack. Dimitri had the balls of a prize winning bull. I looked him in the eye and saw lust. When he said I was a handsome man, he was speaking for himself, not the Czar. We went to the divan and I got on my back. Dimitri was hard by the time we reached the divan. He put my legs on his shoulders and got ready. Another one of the guards had coated his cock with oil. Dimitri slowly pushed and opened up my hole. I was good Suleyman head been in before, I was relaxed and stretched. He had my legs spread wide and had a wide stance himself. He bent over to kiss me. Suddenly he lurched forward and his entire cock was in my ass. Another one of the guards had read ended him. I later found out the man was the Captain of the Guards and was referred to as "Long John". I felt the man pound Dimitri's ass and after a dozen or so thrusts, Dimitri bellowed as he shot his load into my ass. After he stopped ejaculating, they pulled Dimitri off. The guards and the Czar seemed amused. I didn't know what to think. It was the Czar's turn now. He came forward. Sandow and Ivan held my legs up and Nicholas's member touched my hole. He pushed the head in an inch or so, then pulled out. "Is that Dimitri's cum or Suleyman's?" he asked. Looking at his seed-covered cock head he added, "I think it's my dear friend Dimitri's." I saw Dimitri on the side, he blushed in pleasure. Nicholas pushed again. This time he went in deep. My balls were resting on his bush. His cock seemed dainty and almost delicate. It was as if he were savoring the experience. To me, it was like the calm which sometimes follows a violent storm. I relaxed and the Czar and I had a nice relaxing fuck. I assumed after the intensity of Suleyman and Dimitri, it would be unlikely I would shoot off with the Czar. "Hans, I like it long and slow," he said. I relaxed and he slowly pumped. He was like a locomotive building up steam, after ten of fifteen minutes I was on the edge of an orgasm. When I shot off the Czar followed suit, depositing a third load of man seed in my ass. He seemed pleased. I was tired and must have dozed off. When I woke, it was dark in the room. There was a small lamp providing dim illumination. I could make out Sandow slowly fucking the Czar on the divan next to me. The two men were talking quietly. The Czar had no problem with Sandow's monster. I moved and realized there was a man next to me. It was Dimitri. He put his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Can I fuck you the right way?" I snuggled into him. With three loads of cum in my ass, there was no need for additional lubricant.