Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2003 14:43:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Sandow's Fig Leaf 8 Sandow's Fig Leaf 8 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. Louis was a nice guy and once he relaxed, he opened up wide. When my cock touched his prostate, it turned his sexual urges on and his inhibitions off. He wasn't a big man, but he had no problem taking my cock and then Sandow's meat. No problem may not be exactly right. The monsters barely fit into his ass, but he wanted them so much any pain or discomfort was purely incidental to him. He cooled off after Sandow's fucking. He was looking longingly at Wild Bills' cock and I knew exactly what Louis wanted. We talked as Louis built up enough nerve to take Bill's monster. "You did very well, Louis." Sandow observed. "Have you much experience with man sex?" "No," he answered, "not much experience, only desire." "Well, the desire made it pleasurable for me and I trust, you?" Sandow said. "You are a good bottom, willing and responsive. I don't like fucking men who are gritting their teeth in pain, or just lie there like a log." "It was too intense for me to be still." Louis said. "Does the pleasure ever get so intense, it transcends the physical? I almost felt as if I was outside my body when you went deep." "I had never thought of it that way myself, but it does get near to feeling like that." Sandow answered. "Sometimes the physical feelings get almost unbearable, e specially in those few seconds before an orgasm. Some men say it feels so good it almost hurts." "But it never hurts so much you don't climax!" Wild Bill added. "I can tell you I understand why some times and cultures include sexual intercourse as a part of their religious rituals. It's a long way from a sermon at the meeting house." "When I was in Berlin several years ago I gave one of my exhibitions to a group of professors." Sandow said. "I had thought their interest was in Physical Culture, but I discovered most of the men were Art Historians and Archaeologists. They were interested in Greek sculptures and the ability of modern man to reproduce the musculature of Hercules. There was a group that claimed the statues of Hercules, Poseidon and Zeus represented an impossible physical ideal." "Needless to say, my body represented proof to the contrary." Sandow continued. "I pointed out that in a culture that highly valued physical prowess, it would be easy for many men to achieve my physical development. Upper class men and youths spent a good portion of their lives in the gymnasium throughout the Classical period." "Two of the Professors invited me to their museum to look at Classical vases. These were the vases. which the unenlightened regarded as "dirty" and thus not fit for display. The Greeks were very even handed in their paintings of sex. They were unashamed of sex with women or man-t- man sex. I was surprised at how many were related to religious festivals." Sandow explained. "Bacchanals and the worship of Bacchus and Priapus demanded sexual abandon. They all knew enjoyment of sex is at the core of human existence. Without the sexual drive there would be no more human life. They also knew sex was intrinsically enjoyable. We live in a strange time and culture when sex is treated as a disease and a sin to be avoided." "I knew of an Indian tribe that felt in intercourse you came closest to God, or the Great Spirit." Wild Bill added. "The orgasm was the great creative act, the only moment when humans could create in the manner of the gods." "Is that what happens when the cock rams you deep?" Louis asked. "I don't know, but I do know sex is different. Nothing else in human experience approached the orgasm." Sandow stated. "It also seems to me anything that can induce or promote an orgasm, by it's very nature, must be good." "I know that to share sex is a wonderful experience." I said. "It's seems strange to me that sex can be so good, even with people you barely know." Louis said. "It doesn't seem to be the way it should be. I have been married for years and it has never been as good as it was with Hans and you." "I think you are mixing up two things. There is love and friendship. They are emotional and intellectual concepts. Then there is sex. Sex is a physical sensation related to the combination of two persons genitals. Love and friendship can exist with or without sex. There is no requirement that they be the same." Sandow explained. " Hans and I are friends and we are good sex partners. You are barely an acquaintance, but the sex was very good." "It certainly was good." Louis admitted. I could tell from the way he said it, he wanted more. I thought I was the only one who noticed, but Wild Bill noticed. Wild Bill was always interested in sex and more than willing. In some ways he and Sandow were alike. They were sexual athletes and deeply interested in new experiences and partners. I saw Bill look at Louis. I knew he was interested. Louis was staring at Wild Bill's cock. "Do you think you can take it?" Wild Bill asked. Louis looked surprised that Bill had noticed his fascination with the monster cock. He looked embarrassed, but not so embarrassed he could take his eyes off it. "I think so. I'd love to try." Louis replied. "I don't do half fucks. You know that, don't you?" Bill asked. Louis laughed. "I don't want half of it. I want it all." Louis replied. "You like size, don't you?" Sandow asked. "You took Hans' cock and it was good. Mine is two inches bigger and it was much better for you. Now you think another three or four inches will send you to the moon." "That's what I am thinking." Louis said. "I don't know if I can take it." He sounded uncertain. "You need to take it. There's a good chance you'll never encounter another one that big." Sandow said. "It's not the size. . ." Louis protested. "Of course it's the size!" Sandow exclaimed. "Men are naturally interested in big cocks, it's part of our emotional makeup. We are all interested." "I guess you are right about that." Louis admitted. "Let me tell you, my cock's as American as apple pie and a lot more filling!" Wild Bill said. All the cock conversation had the expected effect on our cocks. Sandow and Bill were at full erection. Sandow went over to Louis and bent the architect over. Sandow slowly played with Louis' ass and eased his meat back into the love canal. When his was fully lodged, Sandow began making long strokes. With each stroke, Louis opened more and the penetration became easier. Sandow motioned at Bill to get him to come over. Sandow was well endowed, but when I saw the two men's cocks in close proximity, it was hard to believe Wild Bill's was real. It was covered in oil. In an easy movement, Sandow and Wild Bill traded places. Louis knew this and made no effort to move. Wild Bill's huge cock head slipped into Louis' hole. At first, just the tip of the mushroom nuzzled into the warm and moist hole. The hole had been stretched and was wide open. It had been tenderized by the repeated thrusts of both Sandow and me. Louis never put up any real resistance at all. A few seconds later Wild Bill's entire cock head vanished into Louis' quivering body. As the monster slipped deeper and deeper, Louis' body seemed to loose its muscle tone and become a quivering mass of nerves all responding to the horse cock working it's way into his ass. Wild Bill started slowly, but once four or five inches of his cock was in, Bill realized Louis was his to use as he wished. It was strange, but all of us realized Louis wanted only to be the receptacle of Wild Bill's cock and eventually Bill's seed. Louis, the distinguished architect had become an appendage to Bill's cock. He wasn't exactly a passive appendage. Louis was shaking, twitching and shivering in response to the cock and the man who was driving it deep into his guts. Normally, Wild Bill could fuck for hours before he shot off. The intensity of Louis' response was too much for him. After ten minutes, Wild Bill lost it and filled Louis' ass. He shot deep, of course, but when he pulled out, globs of cum oozed from the architect's ass. I went over to Louis and shoved my cock into his just vacated hole. I remembered how empty I felt when Wild Bill's cock withdrew from my ass. At first his hole remained dilated to the size of Bill's cock. It took a few seconds for it to return to its normal size. It was a good feeling as his ass contracted to my cock's size; almost as if he was kissing it. After the excitement of being horse cock fucked, Louis reacted well to my normal sized cock. I think Wild Bill's had been so big he have been overwhelmed. As I pumped slowly in his contracting ass, he rejoined the living. After a while, Sandow replaced me. He was able to force Louis into an orgasm. He went home and we went to bed. A telegram arrived at the end of the Chicago Fair inviting us to London. We had planned to continue our visit to America's far west, but the offer was very good financially. Sandow always responded to this sort of offer. The money was good and the schedule was relaxed. The proposal required no daily shows; this was appealing after the Fair. We took the train back to New York. We had time to see Stanford and Teddy again. They were doing well. Our night with them had opened up new sexual vistas for the men, and while, they didn't say anything, I sensed they had been experimenting. Wild Bill gave us the name of the steamer he had used to take his Wild West Show to Europe. Remarkably, it was available and we booked the voyage. Wild Bill also gave us a letter of introduction to the Captain. The S.S. Minotaur was not an impressive looking ship; few cattle boats are, I assumed. But the limited passenger accommodations were attractive, if simple. The first Officer, Evans greeted us and took us to our rooms. He said, dinner was at 6:00 in the Captain's Dining room. We sailed into the Atlantic watching the spectacular skyline of New York fade into the distance. We were the only passengers except for a German American businessman named Gustav Eisenbach. He was a big, brawny owner of a slaughterhouse. We met the Captain at dinner. Captain Williamson was a tall thin man with steel grey eyes and matching beard. He was exceedingly well groomed, as were his officers. They were all handsome men; they knew of Sandow and were exceedingly interested in his theories. The Captain was reserved in his expressions of interest; his officers were not. I noticed the Captain looking at me, when no one was watching. Eisenbach seemed much cruder than the officers. I suspected he had made his money by hard work and had not had time to soften the hard edges of a humble background. He was a pleasant man, just not sophisticated. It surprised me the Captain and his officers were on the Minotaur. They would have been more suited for a luxury liner. By the end of the evening Sandow had offered to give a lecture and exhibition to the officers. The Captain asked, if it would be acceptable to ask some selected members of the crew to the lecture. He said, several would be interested. Sandow said. it would be perfectly acceptable. The sea was calm and I slept well. I woke early and went out for a walk, exploring the ship. I went by Eisenbach's cabin. His door was a jar. He was standing naked in the middle of the room with Evans, the First officer, on his knees, sucking his cock. They didn't see me, so I went up to the deck. There was a brisk wind blowing, refreshing, rather than frightening. The Captain must have seen me from the Bridge and he came down and joined me. We discussed the weather and I told him of our recent visit to Chicago and meeting Wild Bill. "He wrote me about you." Captain Williamson said. "He said I would like you." "Everyone likes Sandow." I said. "He's an extraordinary man." "That he is," Captain Williamson said, "but Bill said, I would like you. I find thin, hirsute men attractive." "More than Sandow?" "Everyone has his own tastes and preferences." the Captain replied. "Sandow is a beautiful man, but he's not my type. Can you come to my cabin?" I said, yes and we went to his suite, behind the bridge. "Is this all right?" I asked. "Your officers are just on the other side of the door. They will find out." "They know. Everyone on this ship likes sex with men, that's why they serve here." Captain Williamson replied. "They know what I like and I know what they like. It is all open and above board. Would you strip for me?" I was uncomfortable about doing that, but I did as he wished. He watched me with his steely eyes. Once my shirt was off and he could see my hairy chest, his eyes became a warm, grey. I had never seen such a transformation in a man. He walked up to me and we kissed.