Sandow's Fig Leaf Part 2
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.
The cock continued to rise and soon it was at its full extent.
"As you can see, covering my cock is a challenge." he said. "Whatever you devise must be strong enough to hold it in place. It needs to be contained."
Sandow was completely right about his cock being disproportionate to the rest of the body. Soft it was beautiful, with his big balls and huge cock head stretching the skin. The skin was long, so the head was completely hidden when he was soft. The puckered skin at the tip was opened enough to have a deep shadow marking the way for his organ to grow when he was sexually stimulated.
While he had the body of Hercules, he possessed Attila the Hun's cock. It was a good ten inches of thick, vein covered, throbbing fuck tool when he was hard. The aesthetic contrast between his smooth body and his man organ was disconcerting. It was also tremendously sexually stimulating to those who saw it and unforgettable for those who experienced it.
In the course of our long friendship there was not a spot in my body which could be touched by his magnificent organ that hadn't been touched. Indeed, there was no spot in my mouth, throat or ass which hadn't been bathed in his man seed.
We were never lovers, just friends. Sandow was sexually generous and he had a lot to give. He was proud of his body and liked to share it. He was so attractive. He was accustomed to being desired. I don't think he consciously made the first move, but his taste for nudity and genital display was so fundamental to his personality it would be hard to believe Sandow, the strongest man on Earth, wasn't interested.
Sandow had many theories about health, most of which were food and exercise related, but he also believed it was necessary to keep the body fluids moving and fresh. This was especially true of sperm. He was positive stale sperm sapped a man's virility. His balls were seed factories which must have made the Krupps jealous at the quality and quantity of their production.
I have been told, too many orgasms will drain the balls and reduce a man's reproductive capacity. This definitely wasn't true of Sandow. There appeared to be no limit to his ability to have productive orgasms of a spectacular sort, rest for a few minutes, then repeat the performance.
As I watched his cock grow, I was all but overwhelmed by a desire to suck it. Sandow seemed to know that.
"I'm not fully erect yet." he said. "Feel it and you will see." I touched the cock. It was firm, but not rock hard.
"Does it get harder?" I asked. He smiled at me playfully.
"You're welcome to work at it and see!" he replied. "There are many ways to get it harder, but I haven't picked out a favorite yet." I needed no more invitation. I leaned forward and took his cock head into my mouth. As he got harder, his piss slit opened. I licked it with the tip of my tongue. I tasted the slight sweetness of pre cum. He was already oozing. I then put my lips around the edge of the mushroom and licked the entire head.
He pushed forward slightly trying to get me to take more of the organs. I was afraid he would choke me if I let him in too far. He shot a big glob of precum into my mouth. It acted like an aphrodisiac and I wanted more of the delicious man juice. I opened my mouth wide. Sandow continued to press deeper.
What happened next was a total surprise. I swallowed once and the entire monster shaft slid into my throat. My nose was in his golden pubic hair and his balls were cushioned against my beard. It was a perfect fit. I wasn't an experienced cock sucker and I had choked the few times I had tried it before. Sandow fit perfectly. His cock had a downward turn and I could both savor the tool and breathe. I swallowed again and Sandow moaned.
"Unbelievable!" the muscle man said. "It feels unbelievably good. You're only the second man to take it all." I swallowed. Sandow moaned again. "But, I've never felt that!" he said. As I swallowed, apparently my throat contracted, massaging his cock. He slowly pumped his cock then pulled it out.
"Are you ready for me to go in again?" he asked. I nodded and I slowly swallowed him a second time. It slid in effortlessly again. "This is wonderful!" he said. "You are wonderful." Looking back, I'm not sure we would have become such good friends if it wasn't for our sexual compatibility. I eventually discovered my throat and ass were perfectly matched to his cock. He pulled out.
"I'm going to shoot. Do you want it in your mouth, throat, or would you like to watch it?" he asked.
"In my mouth." I said.
"If you can deep throat me again, I will pull back for the orgasm. Is that acceptable to you?" he asked. I nodded. He went in just as easily as it had been before. He was careful, but was testing to see how much thrusting I could take. He suddenly pulled back leaving only his cock head in my mouth. A second later my mouth was flooded with his thick man cum. I had to swallow twice.
I ate every drop and continued to nurse on his cock head. He twitched and continued to ejaculate for a minute or so after the initial flood.
"You have it all, my friend." he said. "I am completely drained." I unwillingly let him pull his cock from my mouth. "You are wonderful." he said again.
"Has this inspired you to design my costume?" he asked. I looked at him. He had a twinkle in his eye.
"Actually, Herr Sandow," I said. "I think it has." I explained to him as I sucked his cock, I held his balls to steady myself. I realized I could tie the leaf above the balls and the shear bulk of the orbs would hold it on. I explained my thought to Eugene. He didn't understand so I made a leaf of cardboard and tied it on with a leather shoelace. I had to bind his balls so the lace wouldn't cut.
The first leaf was just cardboard and a shoe lace, but even in this crude form Sandow liked it. He also liked the feeling of the bound balls. The next few weeks we had a fitting session every few days, trying out a different leaf every few days. I spent three weeks either sucking, fondling or stoking Sandow's cock. When he wasn't there, I was thinking about it, drawing it or making mock up of the leaf.
I'm not sure anyone had ever spent as much time as I did thinking about cock. Sandow's cock was my life for a month. If you must spend a good portion of your life thinking about a cock, it might as well be Sandow's. There was a lot of cock to think about. It was a good month.
Sandow was accustomed to being admired and liked the adulation I bestowed on his genitals. He was no stranger to admiration, but he was grateful for the attention and more than willing to let admirers use his balls and cock. He was generous, willing and clearly enjoyed both his own sexual experiences and those of his partners.
My background was as conventional and ordinary as Sandow's, but he escaped from the ordinary and conventional totally. I thought of sex as rare interludes, unrelated to day to day life. Sex was a part of everyday life for Sandow. While many thought sex sapped your strength, Sandow thought it built your strength by cleansing the nervous system. "Nothing is more totally evolving than an orgasm, and nothing is more totally relaxing than the moments after." he claimed.
This might have been self serving since Sandow was the object of non stop sexual desire. Eugene felt his partner's excitement and the quality of the partner's orgasm was important. He was a thoughtful man and studied sex in an almost scientific way. It could be that Sandow was one of the few men who had so many sexual experiences, he could study them.
For Sandow sex was primarily an enjoyable experience. He felt the reproductive aspects of the act were left over from our animal ancestry. Humans could enjoy sex as a non reproductive activity and in some ways he felt man to man sex was the most uniquely human aspect of sex. Many women lusted for him, but he felt the prospect of impregnation reduced the enjoyment and purity of the sexual experience.
Quite frankly, I suspected Sandow's distaste for sex with women was related to his own sexual preferences. Certainly, if his sexual activities with women approached that of men, the world would be well populated with his children. Of course he eventually was married and had his own children. He told me he liked his wife and she liked him. He was a good provider and was always kind and generous. She was happy.
I'm not sure she was as overjoyed with her relationship with Sandow as I was, or indeed, as many other men were. A single experience with Sandow was the ultimate sexual experience for many men, indeed, seeing him with the fig leaf may have been more than many men ever experienced. Those who saw him nude, or actually had physical contact with him, found enjoyment and excitement beyond imagining.
My leaf played a role in all of this. It was the secret ingredient that made it possible for Sandow to be all but naked. The leaf was perfect. It made him more like the Greek statues he emulated and made it socially acceptable to look at and admire him. Sandow demanded the leaf be perfect.
In the course of our fitting sessions, we also explored each others body. It was soon clear that we were fully compatible. There was nothing he could do with his cock I didn't like. It was all good. He didn't need to be careful pumping in my throat. It felt great. A week later Sandow asked if I liked to be fucked.
"Not really," I said, "I don't have much experience with it. Several men tried, but it wasn't good."
"I think it will be good with me." Sandow said. "I don't know why, but I feel it would be very good." He looked me in the eye. "Would you be willing to let me try? I will be gentle." I wasn't too enthusiastic, but I trusted the muscleman. I agreed.
His time with the Count had given him considerable experience with man sex. He told me he never had any problems, but he had friends whose had bad experiences. He was strong and impressive, and he also hadn't encountered anyone who wasn't willing to have sex with him. He had no interest in forcing himself on anyone and he had no respect for those who did.
Pain had no part in his enjoyment of sex. He loved sex and wanted his partner to enjoy it just as much. He got me on my back, naked with my legs spread and my as hole open. Sandow oiled his finger and touched my ass. He slowly rubbed around my hole and slowly worked it into my ass. I was shocked at how excited me got as he explored and slowly penetrated into my rectum.
"You have a beautiful ass." he said. "Open, but not too open. Just open enough." He was pushing deeper and I was getting more excited. He was fondling my balls as he worked his finger deeper. I moaned. As his finger reached my prostate, his lips touched my cock for the first time. I couldn't believe the tidal wave of emotion that swept over me. It hadn't occurred to me that the Great Sandow would suck my cock. I had a hope deep in the recess of my mind that he might do it some day, out of his sense of fair play rather than passion.
Sandow wasn't feigning interest in my cock. He made love to it. His mouth and tongue caressed my cock head as his finger massaged my prostate. I couldn't believe the intensity of the feeling which overwhelmed me. My sexual organs were in his control and he was manipulating them for my pleasure. It was wonderful for me, but now I realize how expert he was.
He was able to gauge my level of excitement and increase or decrease the pressure. Sandow didn't want me to climax, he wanted me to reach a high level of stimulation, and stay there as long as I could. He would deep throat me, but as he did, he would release the pressure on my prostate. As he pulled his mouth off my cock, two fingers would squeeze my prostate and I would moan in pleasure.
He switched back and forth several times. On one of these switches his cock replaced his finger in my ass. I was so open I didn't notice until the cock probed far deeper than any finger could possibly go. I was disoriented, I could tell what was going on, knowing only I was on the edge of sexual ecstasy.
Sandow was an artist and the cock was his instrument. He was like a great violinist. His cock was the bow and my ass was his violin. He played me, probing deep into my ass, then rubbing his bloated cock head across my prostate. As soon as I got used to one of his movements, he would do something new creating new levels of passion. Soon I was desperate to shoot off, but he held me back, slowing down just as I all but reached the peak.
He seemed to have an all but total understanding of men's anatomy in general and my anatomy in particular. I was his first time in my ass, but his cock was a sensory instrument. It seemed as if it was seeking out those parts of me which were most responsive. I was in his control.
He stopped. "Would you mind if I filled your ass with my seed?" Sandow asked. I nodded.
"Let's see if we can climax together." he said as he began to pump again. He remembered all the places I had reacted to before and he systematically probed each. I lost all control. I began to ejaculate.
"Good, Hans, we are perfectly synchronized!" he said, "I'm shooting too!" Each time he shoved in, I spurt another volley. We were alternating ejaculations. I had never had a climax which approached this.
He stayed in my ass after the main orgasms were spent. "When you calm down, squeeze your ass and milk me. Get all of my seed out of my cock and in your ass. You don't need to rush it. We can take our time." Sandow said. "You were wonderful, very responsive. Does it offend you if I compare you to other men? It's rare to find a man who is a full sexual partner. Did you enjoy it as much as I did?"
"I don't believe you could have enjoyed it as much as I did." I answered. He smiled.
"You would be wrong about that, my friend." he replied. "Very wrong.."
After we recovered, we resumed our work on the leaf. The leaf itself was comparatively easy. The cock was another matter all together. We had been trying to hold his cock in place. The leaf was tied to his balls, but his cock was unruly. There was no way to dependably tie the cock back to the balls. The cock is so elastic I couldn't tie anything to the tip of his foreskin that wouldn't either slip off, or be too tight and pinch his cock.
I came to the conclusion, men were clothed in plays because the cock was too difficult an organ to work with. Even Sandow's big member could be compacted into a small area. Hard it was a bloated monster. If you fit something to it when it was soft, it was painful when it got hard. If it fit when the cock was erect, it was baggy when the member was soft. There was nothing to attach to.
Sandow went off on a tour of England for a month using a fig leaf of soft leather bound to his balls. We just hoped he didn't get excited and have an erection. Sandow was in control most of the time but no man can be 100% sure all of the time. When he returned he had solved the problem.
Sandow had a ring inserted in his cock head. I passed through his piss slit and out the underside of his cock head. With the ring I could tie his cock to the ball straps and hold it down. Sandow had it done by a surgeon in London. The surgeon specialized in controlling unruly cocks and had performed the same operation on the late Prince Albert and the Prince of Wales. Prince Albert's problem was similar to Sandow's, size. Albert was all man. The Prince of Wales' problem was an unruly cock.