Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2002 04:00:40 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Sandow's Fig Leaf 3 Sandow's Fig Leaf 3 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. Sandow's big break came when Otto Gruneburg made contact with Florenz Ziegfeld, the great impresario from New York. Ziegfeld was nearing the top of his form in 1890. He was up and coming running a high quality series of theaters and shows. New York wasn't as glamorous then as it is now, but Ziegfeld was one of the reasons for New York's modern success. I was shocked and pleased when Sandow asked me to accompany him to New York as his assistant and manager. I spoke English well and could serve as a translator. He was trying to master English, but knew he needed more work. We arrived in New York in early spring. The steamer passed the Statue of Liberty as we sailed into the harbor. In the distance office buildings soared ten and fifteen stories into the sky and the Brooklyn Bridge flew over the East River. It was a city of marvels. Both Sandow and I knew this was the place for us. No matter how well you did in Germany. You would never be a member of the aristocracy. If you were fabulously wealthy, perhaps your son could marry the younger daughter of a nobleman, there was no hope for us otherwise. In the city we were taken to the Astoria Hotel and settled in a suite. Sandow was being billed as the Sandow the Magnificent and we needed suitable accommodation for our elevated status. I was impressed by the grand hotel and the expense of the suite. I later discovered our stays at the great hotels was part of a promotional scheme of Ziegfeld. We were advertizing for both him and the Hotel. Florenz missed nothing. New York was a congenial city. It seemed as if half the city was German. They welcomed us and were more than willing to help us with our English skills. My English was distinctly Oxford, not American. This too had advantages. Some Americans thought I was sophisticated. We had a regular performance with Bruno the Barbarian Bulgarian. He was a huge strongman, a foot taller and 150 pounds heavier than Sandow. Bruno would stain to pick up a weight, then Sandow would pick the same weight up effortlessly. Bruno was a big man, Slovakian, but he was just big. He wore animal furs. Sandow appeared all but nude. The crowd loved it. He was an immediate sensation. Ziegfeld knew there was another group who would pay for a private viewing. We scheduled these for the late night, after the main show. This was where we were able to use the fig leaf for the first time. We would be in a suite at a hotel or in a private home, surrounded by a cluster of heavy set, bearded men. A curtain would open and Sandow would appear, nude except for the golden leaf. His skin was white, pearl like, shaded with delicate pinks. His clear blue eyes and golden hair gleamed. He would pose and turn so they could see all of his muscular development. Sandow would give a brief talk on the importance of physical development in men. After this the lights would be turned up and Sandow would talk to the men. He was personable and affable. His broken English wasn't a problem. They were more than willing to overlook that. The businessmen's eyes were glued on Sandow. I knew underneath the woolen suits there was a room filled with erections. None had ever seen a man a beautiful or sensual as Sandow. One night in New York the event turned into something altogether different. We had been preforming at the brand new Madison Square Garden. Afterwards we were invited to have supper in a private apartment owned by the architect of the building, Stanford White. It was his tower studio. The Studio was sumptiously decorated and was clearly not the distinguished architect's working studio. White was a big, red haired man. Very talented and known as a man about town. I had heard he liked show girls and actresses. He was also attracted to Sandow. Sandow later told me White was attracted the beauty in any form and was a true sensualist. His buildings were opulent, colorful and extravagant. White love all the arts, painting, sculpture and music as well as architecture of course. He also loved sex. Sandow thought White's sexual fixation was a desire to get closer to or actually merge with the beauty he admired. White wasn't generally attracted to men, Sandow said. White was attracted to physical beauty. White and Sandow agreed the greatest admiration is best expressed sexually. The event was like all of the others at first, except some of the men were younger than those we were accustomed to. Sandow posed, the men were properly impressed and light refreshments were served. Sandow never dressed after a performance so they men greatly enjoyed the proximity of the all but nude man. By one in the morning, all them men had left except for Stanford, Sandow and me. "And now, Herr Sandow," the bluff architect said. "It's time for the real show. How do you hold that leaf on?" "You admire my friend, Hans', handiwork?" Sandow asked. "I certainly do." White answered. "I too design frames for works of art. But I never mistake the work of art for the frame. You, Herr Sandow, you are the work of art." There was a quiet rapping at the door. White went and opened it. A young, powerfully built man entered the room. "I thought you would be back, Teddy." White said. The man wasn't handsome but was memorable. He had been at the viewing earlier and seemed to be vigorous and most interested. He alone seemed interested in the bodybuilding aspect of Sandow's talk. Most men just gawked. "Herr Sandow, I would like to introduce you the Mr. Theodore Roosevelt, he is our Police Commissioner." White said. Sandow shook hands with the man. They looked each other in the eye and both were pleased. It was fascinating for me to watch. I had watched German noblemen looked at Sandow as a handsome inferior. Many older businessmen looked at him as an unattainable God like figure. Roosevelt seemed to look at Sandow as an equal. I was also puzzled at the appearance of the Police Commissioner. Knowing White's reputation, I had assumed the night was to have a sexual climax. With Roosevelt there, I wasn't sure what was planned. I could sense an attraction, but I didn't know what White and Roosevelt had in mind. "I was trying to get Herr Sandow to show us how the fig leaf is held on." White said. "I am fascinated." "I don't give a damn about the fig leaf." Roosevelt said. "I'd love to see if his cock is as magnificent as the rest of his body!" Sandow laughed. "An honest man!" he cried. "I think you may be the first to tell the truth." "Are you a shy man, Herr Sandow?" Roosevelt asked. "Not at all, Mr. Roosevelt. Are you?" Sandow replied. It was Roosevelt's turn to laugh. Roosevelt began to take his coat off, and then his tie. "Hans, would you come over here and help me to get out of this thing?" Sandow asked. I went over to him and helped to disconnect the fig leaf. "Damn, it is magnificent!" Roosevelt said, as I unveiled Sandow's genitals. Roosevelt was almost naked by now, as was White. White came over to me. "Strip, Hans. I hate being naked with a dressed man in then room." White said. "I just Sandow's costumer." I said. White smiled. "Naked, no one will know." he said. He got close to me. "I hope I am not offending you, but I have a feeling Mr. Roosevelt and your employer will be spending some time together. If you don't mind, I thought we might amuse ourselves. Forgive me if that possibility doesn't match your tastes." The big, red haired man was naked now. He was a big man and his cock looked like a fire hose, hanging between his legs. White caught me looking at his cock. He smiled and then I smiled. We understood each other. I took my clothes off and we joined Sandow and Roosevelt. Roosevelt more impressive nude than he was dressed. Gentlemen's suits were designed to hide a multitude of sins. In Roosevelt's case the suit covered an handsome, muscular man. If I hadn't met Sandow, I would have said he was exceptionally muscular. He had a wrestler or boxer's body. He had a barrel chest and firm gut. He chest was covered with an even coating of brown hair, and a trail lead to his cock. Like his body, his cock and balls were massive, rather than graceful. Neither Sandow or Roosevelt pretended to be looking at anything other than the cock and balls. They formed a mutual admiration society. Both were impressive physical specimens. Both were endowed and proud of it. White put his arm around me. "You a re a furry one." he said as he stroked the hair on mt chest. His hand slipped down to my cock. "Fully equipped too." White was the perfect host and let his guest have the first choice of a partner. I was the second choice, but White clearly was willing to do the best he could with the hand he was dealt. I was getting hard by this time and the harder I got, the more satisfied While looked. I didn't know where all this was leading. Looking back it should have been obvious. Roosevelt and While were both men of action and neither could was happy being a spectator only. Sandow surprised me though. He dropped to his knees and began to suck on Roosevelt's thick meat. Eugene almost never initiated sex, he left that to his partners. "Herr Sandow, you are a mind reader too!" Roosevelt said. I followed suit and deep throated White's fire hose. White moaned. >From that point forward my relations with White warmed. We became friends and later he frankly told me about sexual experience. He was a sensualist, but primarily heterosexual. His experience with man sex was limited, and apparently no one had deep throated him before. He was open to new experiences. This was both new and intensely pleasurable. He later explained to me his homosexual experiences were with young chorus boys or artists' models who were mixed in with girls at a party. From the way he said party, I knew he meant orgy. They had been effeminate and either very timid or far too experienced for a youth. White had never had sex with a masculine man. I was the first. "We all seem to be getting along well!"he said. "I think we might all adjourn this meeting to my bedroom where we can relax." Sandow got up. "Are you interested, Mr. Roosevelt?" he asked. "I sure as hell am! I've heard about Stanny's bed room! And call me Teddy, it's odd being so formal in this situation." "Call me Eugene." Sandow said as we went to the bedroom. A few moments later Teddy, Stanny, Eugene and I were on a huge fur covered bed, linked cock to mouth. I deep throated Stanny again as he tried to do the same to me. It took him a few tries, but he soon mastered the skill. Teddy made little headway with Eugene's monster. Sandow's cock was not for beginners, my own good experience was unusual. However, Teddy was a vigorous and enthusiastic sex partner. So was Stanny, for that matter. I swallowed a few times massaging the architect'a cock with my throat as I had with Sandow many times. Stanny moaned. "My God! I'm shooting!" he exclaimed. "I don't believe it." I pulled back and sucked the milky fluid as it gushed from the cock. It was an orgasm which rivaled Sandow's. There were multiple ejaculations followed by a period of quiet, then another explosion of sperm. The architect's body quivered and twitched as each volley ejected from his cock. Stanny was out of commission for a while so I turned my attention to Eugene and Teddy. They formed a ball of muscle, linked cock to mouth. Sandow had a finger exploring Teddy's ass. I hadn't expected that. I could see Sandow press his finger deeper and hear Teddy moan. Sandow had a knack of guessing a man sexual tastes, and that applied to Teddy. A few moments later Teddy was on his back with his legs on Sandow's shoulders. "Hans, come here and take care of Teddy's cock while I ease my way in." Eugene asked. I rolled over to the other side of the bed and tried to suck Teddy's meat. It wasn't easy. You hear about cocks which are "thicker than they are long". Teddy's cock was as close to literally being like this as is imaginable. I could only get my lips around the head. I was able to get my tongue deep into the wide piss slit and lapped up the sex jelly he was oozing. I had never sucked a man while he was getting fucked before. It was a new experience and very exciting. Teddy was a demonstrative man and he was sexually stimulated by Sandow's and me. His sexual apparatus was fully engaged. He was hard and leaking. As Sandow penetrated his ass, Teddy's cock oozed more. I could tell where the good spots were. When Sandow's cock head hit Teddy's prostate for the first time, I thought Teddy had climaxed. It was just a massive shot of pre cum. It was an odd feeling, sharing sexual experiences with others. A half hour earlier we had been strangers, now we were coupled in the most intimate imaginable way. I felt close to Teddy as I shared his build up to an orgasm. I felt even closer as Stanny worked his cock into my ass. I had thought he would be resting. He was ready to fuck ten minutes after his spectacular climax in my mouth. "Are you doing all right, Teddy?" Stanny asked. "It's a big one." "It's a new experience, that's for sure." Teddy replied. "I wasn't sure at first, but it's getting better each stroke." "I can stop any time you want, Teddy." Eugene said. "Tell me what feels good. I will do it." "Slow and easy." Teddy said. "What ever you do, don't stop. I'm just beginning to get into the swing." "If Hans doesn't mind, I'm going to take it slow too." Stanny said. "It may sound vulgar, but I need to work myself up again. I need to redeem myself after my early climax. I normally have the stamina of a horse. I'd like take my time, Hans." I told him it was fine with me. I was tasting the pre cum drooling for Teddy's cock. I knew he was getting into the swing.. White was slow fucking me, slowly rubbing his cock against my prostate. It was a friendly and playful. Stanny was big, but much less challenging than Sandow's. The architect enjoying it, but not as much as I. Stanny loved pleasure, but he liked to give it too. He seemed to know what felt good for me. We all settled in for a evening of pleasure.