Sandow's Fig Leaf 10
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 put on his usual presentation and the men all appreciated it. Unlike many of the businessmen we gave presentations to, these men were in good condition, so Sandow's approach to body building seemed reasonable to them. I guess it seemed reasonable to most men, just not attainable. His cock never fully relaxed throughout the entire presentation. Soft it was impressive, at half-staff, it was mesmerizing.
He asked for two volunteers to come up for a personal demonstration. Sandow's concept of a volunteers had nothing to do with the person's willingness to participate. He picked Evans and Waldo. He asked them to strip. Evan's did that willingly, Waldo was reluctant, but he couldn't refuse if an officer asked.
Evans had dirty blond hair, which was noticeably thinning. The same hair covered his chest and led in a thin line to his bush. He was cut, with his cock flanked by hairy balls. Waldo was a gorilla of a man, very muscular in spite of his almost bloated shape. Waldo had been reluctant to strip, but didn't fight it that much. When I saw his cock, I realized why. Waldo had nothing to be ashamed of. He had a big tube of man meat resting on bull balls.
The Captain motioned to me to come over to him. The steel grey hair of his beard matched the hair on his chest. I sat next to him and he put his arm around me. "Would Sandow think it rude if we were to leave?" he whispered.
"Sandow is very understanding," I said. We got up and went to his cabin. He hugged me the second the door closed. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my body. His heart was beating at a furious pace. We kissed.
The Captain was thin and tall much like me. He too was hairy, although his body hair was still dark, unlike his beard, with only traces of grey. I have to admit most of my sexual experience is genitally related and clearly focused on the cock. John, that was the Captain's name, treated my whole body as an object of sexual desire. He wasn't interested in me reciprocating. He just wanted me there, next to him. He liked the feel of my hairy body touching his. He sucked my cock, but didn't want me to do the same for him.
I did get him to relent on this and we sucked each other at the same time. I was a much better cocksucker than he and soon my mouth was filled with his cum. John thanked me, but he lost all interest in sex after the orgasm, so we dressed and went back to Sandow's exhibition.
By then, Sandow, Evans and Waldo were all hard and unembarrassed. Several of the other men had stripped. I saw Roddy was nude, as was Robert, one of the Cabin boys. Much to my surprise, the Captain stripped naked and sat in the front row watching Sandow's exhibition. His cock had just shot, but he didn't seem to mind the precum and sperm that dripped from it. Sandow had all of the men entranced and stimulated.
Robert and Max both went over to the Captain and cuddled up to him. Roddy was next to me and was very excited. His body was young, firm and reminded me of some of the men in Wild Bill's troop, wiry rather than muscular. He was not as big and burly as he appeared to be dressed. His head and beard were massive, but he was lanky with hair on his chest and in a trail leading to his cock. He was hard, but the erect member bent downward.
Sandow had reached the point in his presentation when he discussed the need to keep the sexual juices flowing. He explained the health benefits in great detail.
"It seems to me the fun benefits outweigh the health ones!" Waldo exclaimed. "I don't need for it to be good for me to do it."
"You mean you won't go blind?" Max asked. He was much more timid than Robert and he must have been really interested in the subject.
"Pure unadulterated falsehood and lies!" Sandow proclaimed, "I have been draining my genitals once or twice a day for twenty years and my eyesight is perfect. I discussed this with a learned and distinguished doctor. He told me of not one single case of blindness resulting from the practice. As you can see, I am a frank and open man. I have discussed this with many men. I have yet to find a single man who does not commit the "sin" of Onanism. Indeed, I have yet to find anyone who doesn't enjoy it!"
"You mean my Preacher steered me wrong?" Roddy asked.
"I am convinced masturbation is not only not wrong, it is positively beneficial," Sandow reiterated. "There is a problem in the human being make-up, which makes it necessary. As you know, this is a cattle boat after all, most animals are in heat only rarely. Men are continuously ready for sex, not just at fixed times of the year. We need to drain the genitals to keep everything fresh."
"While masturbation is a joy, it unfortunately does not approach the totality of sexual release one experiences with another person. While I do not believe women are the weaker sex, it is clear pregnancy and childbirth are an ordeal. I don't believe women can satisfy men's needs without damaging their health, to the point of death. When I see a woman with ten or twelve children, you can be sure there are five or six women in their graves, killed by the ordeal."
"But how do men maintain their health and achieve total release and genital draining without destroying the object of their affection?" Sandow continued. "Fortunately the same organ that stimulates women can stimulate other men." To emphasize his point Sandow reached over and stroked Evans' cock. Evans took hold of Sandow's organ and stroked it.
"You see, the minute Mr. Evans stokes my cock, the balls begin to produce cock juice," Sandow said, "It only takes some contact with another person to get a man's sexual apparatus working. You can all see the bead of precum which has emerged from my cock." Sandow pivoted so everyone could see the drip of precum. He swirled Evans' precum with his finger to coat the cock head.
Silas, one of the junior offices was squinting at Sandow's cock. "I'm sorry, but I just can't quite see it," he said. "Maybe my eyesight is dim." There was no trace of sincerity in his voice.
"Well, get closer, young man!" Sandow said, "If you can't see, you can't see. I just hope you have better eyesight when you are on watch!" Everyone knew Silas just wanted a better look and they laughed. Sandow came right up to Silas; his cock head was three or four inched from the officer's face.
"Can you see it now?" Sandow asked. Silas nodded. He also drooled some. "For most men, precum is a lubricant. It makes it easier for the cock to penetrate a vagina or ass. There are some, however, who like the taste. Who here has not tasted his own cock juice?" Silas was drooling some; I knew he was about as excited as he could be. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth. The poor boy wanted to suck Sandow's monster so badly, his tongue was unconsciously drawn towards the dripping organ.
Sandow was a very sexual man, but he was also a kind man. Silas wasn't the type who excited the muscleman, but Sandow knew for Silas a sexual encounter with him would be a high point of his life. Sandow wiped the bead of precum from his cock head on Silas' tongue. Silas darted his tongue out and flicked it into Sandow's piss slit, making sure he got every trace of Sandow's precum.
I was taken back and then excited. Sandow usually suppressed the sexual aspects of his exhibition. He was never unwilling, but never as forward and overt as now. The combination of the confined quarters, long voyage and all the masculine men must have inspired him.
Henry joined us from the engine room. His second in command was in charge for the overnight hours. He was taken back by the display of naked flesh in the room, but I must admit, he adjusted rapidly. He took his coat and shirt off and joined in the crowd. After the temperature in the Engine room, the nudity of Sandow's exhibition must have been comfortable for him.
Eisenbach also appeared and joined in. It was odd he had not been there earlier. Shortly after he entered, one of the younger crewmen entered. He glanced at Eisenbach and then looked away quickly. He didn't want anyone to know he had been with the beefy German businessman.
George looked at me and waved me over. "All my boys are in bed now," he said. "They really enjoyed Sandow's visit."
"Sandow seemed to enjoy it too. It is rare he finds so many men in such good physical condition," I said. "He much admires men of their stature and muscular development."
"I appreciate that. It's hard for me to look at them that way," Henry said, "Most people treat them as the dregs of the earth. They were accustomed to being treated badly. They are good men, even if they aren't smart."
I smiled. "They seemed to know what they liked," I said, "and it seems we all can agree on that."
"To tell you the truth, I'm uneasy about that."
"Why?" I asked. "They seemed to enjoy it enough."
"You're right about that," he admitted, "but I'm uneasy about using them. They're not toys for other men's pleasure."
"Sandow would never tolerate that!" I said, a bit indigently. "He always gives and takes, and he never takes more than he gives."
"I didn't mean that. I apologize if I gave you the wrong impression." Henry said, hurriedly. "Do they understand what is going on? I just don't know."
"I have no idea how much they understand, but I'm quite sure they can feel." I said. "I don't know any way you can feel more than during sex. It's a wonderful experience and if they can feel it, why not?"
"It's not right?"
I laughed. "You are a Presbyterian! You figure, if it feels good it must be bad." Henry looked at me a little sheepishly.
"Methodist." he said. We both laughed. In the middle of the room, Silas was still sucking Sandow's cock. Sandow was playing with Evans' and Waldo's cocks; the two men flanked him. Roddy was to his rear and was rubbing his cock in Sandow's crack. Everyone in the cabin was sexually connected someway.
Henry still had his pants on, but his hard cock was showing through the fabric. He was looking at my cock as I looked at his. He dropped to the floor and tenderly took my cock into his mouth. He was a good sucker and I popped almost immediately.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shoot off so fast," I said.
Henry got up. "There's nothing to be sorry about," he said. Sandow had broken free of the cluster of men who surrounded him and came over to us.
"I plan to visit the Engine Room again tomorrow, if that meets with your approval, Herr Engineer." Sandow said.
"You are more than welcome!" Henry proclaimed. "My men are looking forward to it. 2:00 would be fine with all of us." Sandow nodded and went off to talk to several other men. Henry disappeared before I had an opportunity to return the sexual favor.
I went off to bed, shortly after. Sandow didn't wake me when he came into our cabin later that night. Breakfast was formal and it was hard to believe that all of the men had been naked and sexually aroused the night before. The Captain was just as chill and aloof as he had been before. There had been no rank at the exhibition. In the morning everyone acted as if nothing had happened.
Eisenbach wandered off when the younger crewman he had been with the night before, passed by the porthole. I asked Evans who the man was.
"That's Deiter Bettleman. He's a bit of a mystery." Evans said. " He was hired in Hamburg by the Captain, when one of our old hands died. He does his job well, but I get the impression there is a story there somehow. He's learning English, but conversation isn't easy as yet."
Maybe Eisenbach can get it out of him." I said. We spent the morning on the deck; it had gotten colder and windier. It was sill pleasant, and Sandow was a firm believer in the virtues of fresh air. Eisenbach joined us and we had a good conversation about German politics. Eisenbach was a big, blustery man, but his politics were liberal and he had considerable knowledge of intellectual trends. Most of his family emigrated to the United States after the Revolutions of 1848. He had followed them in 1869. He was a pacifist and opposed to the Imperial aspirations of the Kaiser.
Deiter wandered by and I could see he stopped, just around the corner from us. Eisenbach excused himself and followed the young man. Sandow was amused. "True love strikes the most unusual men," he observed.
At two, we returned to the engine room. Henry was finishing his time at the gauges. "The men have just quit for the afternoon," he said. "The boilers need to be re stoked every three hours when we are going at full speed, five hours at our current pace. The men are showering now." We went to the crew's quarters. This time, we stripped and joined them in the showers.
This seemed to excite them greatly. As Henry pointed out, you never knew what they were thinking, but they may have sensed they were looked down on. That gentleman-passengers would join them in the shower was a novelty.
While we were drying, Sandow told them he wanted to show them a new way to play. He said, he would teach them how to do it the right way. Willy was interested and the other men seemed to follow his lead.
Returning to the men's quarters, Sandow moved a table to the middle of the room and began to explain his game. "Willy did a fine job yesterday of sucking me off. He had a good mouth and my cock shot a full load of man milk into it," Sandow said. "Was there enough to go around for all of you?" the men nodded.
"You all know how to take care of man's best friend!" Sandow said, as he stroked his cock. "You all like playing with it, don't you? Sucking off your buddies?" The men laughed in agreement. "Well, I'm going to show you how to fuck a man." With that comment he asked me to come forward and help him with the demonstration.