Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2009 17:54:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mount Pleasant

Mount Pleasant

by Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T
read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for
minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray safe sex
practices has been made.  If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.


Built in 1903, Mount Pleasant was the country home of Maximilian Heistler,
a brewer in north-west Maryland.  The house was in Virginia's Shenandoah
Valley on the side of a mountain. The estate was 1500 acres and the house
was a masterpiece in the Italian Renaissance style. The rough mountainside
location was an unexpected place to locate an Italian Villa, but it was a
beautiful house and location. For the most part the house was a gentleman's
retreat, with it's greatest use during hunting season.  Max had been
happily married and had six daughters.  Once and a while he needed to be
away from his town home.  He called that residence the Hen House.

On Maximilian's death, the house was given to a local church on the
condition that it be used as a home for elderly men of good character.  Max
was thinking about his brewers many of whom were bachelors. While the
letter of the will's intent was observed by the church, the spirit was
ignored. The house declined and had few residents.  By the terms of the
will, the house could be sold after 60 years. On that anniversary the
church put it on the market and sold it to a Realtor. The Realtor
eventually sold it to a religious organization who wanted a retreat
center. They had no money, so it eventually fell into the hands of Wallace
Gooding. He ran a chain of nursing homes.

Wallace was successful and wealthy. He acquired Mount Pleasant at a good
time in his life. His unpleasant and demanding wife of thirty years died.
She was an heiress, but Wallace had more than doubled her net worth. For
thirty years Wallace had hidden his sexual preference from his wife, and he
was finally in a position to indulge himself.

Wallace was gay, but he preferred to keep his desires private, thus Mount
Pleasant. Secluded and isolated it was a good place to get away from prying
eyes and enjoy himself. For a few years he used it as a summer house and
playpen for gay friends.  However for Wallace enjoyment and profit making
were often linked.  He decided to turn the mansion into a home for elderly
men staffed by younger men, all of whom were gay.

Homes for the elderly are largely in habited by old women with a scattering
of men. For widowers this was nice, for gay men it was a curse. Sexual
activity was discouraged.  Wallace correctly assumed a gay home would be a
good investment and enjoyable for all. It was his intention to enjoy the
staff and he assumed the residents could entertain themselves. He was right
on both counts.

I'm Woody Smith and I'm the executive director of the Mount Pleasant
facility. I've known Wally for years. I was Wally's social and sexual
friend, not a business associate. I had just retired from my job as a
college dean and he asked if I'd like to run the place foe a while.  Like
Wally I had kept my sexual preferences quiet too. It may sound as if Mount
Pleasant was simply a way for Wally to get his rocks off, but that wasn't
the case.  Wally was born in rural Virgina and he had to hide his sexual
tastes.  He wanted to help other men in that situation to have a safe place
to work. In some areas it can be downright dangerous to be gay.

Woody owned a series of nursing homes and assisted living facilities.  It
was comparatively easy to round up residents.  There were enough older men
to fill Mount Pleasant quickly. The word got out that Mount Pleasant was a
good place to work for gay men, and we had more than enough qualified men
to staff the home. My right hand man was Glenn, the director of nursing and
health care and Bill, the facilities manager.

They were both gay and understood gay men and could tell the real people
from the flakes.  Glenn said he wanted good nurses who were gay, not gays
who just happened to be nurses.  That wasn't that hard.

Wally was a good man, but he always made money.  Keeping the place both
profitable and affordable meant the the staff had to work hard. Woody never
told any of his residents what would happen if they out lived their
retirement savings.  In fact they were here for life. He never tossed
anyone out because they couldn't pay.

Since we were an all male group, our residents were use to working. He let
some men provide services in exchange for a reduction in the fees. We had
one man, Edward Dettwiler who was a retired doctor. Thomas Wild was a
CPA. Guido Deluca had been a chef and once had his own restaurant. A number
of the men liked gardening, and we had a two retired actors, Lou and
Don. They became our informal recreational directors. Charles Henderson had
worked for the railroad for 40 years and was an invertebrate putterer. He
loved to fix things. Active men can get rusty during prolonged
inactivity. These men were more than happy to be useful again.

Mount Pleasant had several architectural oddities. It was built of fire
proof tile construction.  Maximilian was afraid of fire and in this remote
location it was all but impossible to put out a fire. The house had several
standard residential style baths.  The house had two wings, one for
bachelor guests, and the other for servants.  Each had dormitory style
bath-shower room. Wally decided to upgrade these in to modern gym style
showers complete with steam rooms and whirlpools.  He added toilets and
lavatories to most of the rooms. He figured group showers would be regarded
as a recreational feature by most of the men.

There had to be several staff members in the home at all times. The staff
shared the large group showers. Wally thought this would have staff
available in the showers where it it was most likely to for a resident to
fall.

We had a common dining room and social rooms on the first floor. These were
residential in character except for the library, that looked like a men's
club. Mount Pleasant had a dress code. The residents had to be properly
dressed on the first floor of the house. This was typical of all of Wally's
properties. Unlike his other properties it was not necessary to be dressed
on the upper floor. Since it was in the mountains, the house wasn't air
conditioned.

Most men wore robes to the showers, but others towels and a few wore
nothing. The on duty staff bedroom was next to the shower in each wing. I
had a cabin a few miles away, but it was a rustic affair, and I used it as
a get away, I stayed in the bedroom next to the showers in the bachelors
quarters. Glenn, the head nurse stayed at the other end of the house. He
had financial problems brought on by a nasty divorce so he lived full time
in the house too.

The showers turned out to be a good idea. The residents liked them and they
got to know the staff well.  The number of bathroom falls was greatly
reduced since there was almost always some one near by to help.

Dr. Dettwiler, or Dr. Ed as he was known was a natural leader of men. He
was 75 and sharp as a tack.  Six feet three inches in height, he was in
good shape.  Ed was bald with a handlebar mustache.  He was a good friend
of Guido, the chef. Guido was five six and 200 beefy pounds. He had a full,
gray beard.  Shortly after we opened I went in the steam room when they
were already in the room.  I obviously interrupted something.  I sat near
them as they adjusted their towels.  Dr. Ed was pink with a thick mat of
white hair on his chest. Guido was olive skinned and hairy like a gorilla.
I am an ginger bear with a curly beard and matching body hair.

We talked about how things were going. I asked of they saw some things that
could be improved. They had some sensible suggestions. They were actually
suggestions, not criticisms. I appreciated that. My towel slipped exposing
my uncut, beer can style equipment.

We continued talking and Dr. Ed stood and his white snake made an
appearance. He had a big, pink mushroom cock head. Guido dropped his towel
next. He had an uncut donkey dong and bull balls.

"Woody, does this home have a policy on the role of sex in promoting a
quality of life?" Dr. Ed asked, taking the bull by the horns.

I smiled. "As you may well have guessed, there is no written policy," I
said. "Judging from my own experiences, sex is an important part of my
life."  I began to stoke my cock. "I do have one, or two rules. It has to
be for mutual pleasure and you have to clean up any cum that spills on the
floor.  Oh, I forgot. Don't get anyone pregnant!"

Both men laughed. "I like the special sauce myself," Guido said. "I never
waste any of it on a floor."He was half hard now.

"I hate to sound paranoid, but this isn't a scheme to find out whose gay
and kick them out?" Dr. Ed asked. I answered the question by getting on my
knees and sucking his snake. He got hard and I got hard. Dr. Ed was still
producing pre cum and I liked that. He had a wide piss slit and his knob
was tender and sensitive.  He twitched when I licked the rim of the
head. When I got up, Guido leaned over and sucked me.

"Mount Pleasant is a home for gay men and for gay staff," I said. "Outside
these walls we're just a home for men. As long as what goes on in Vegas,
stays in Vegas all is well."  I realized Guido was a master cock sucker
just before I shot off.  Guido sucked it up as it it were a gourmet sauce.
That said more than words.

"I was afraid the staff sharing the showers was a way to discourage sexual
contact," Dr. Ed said.

"No, it's an effort to discourage broken hips," I said. Guido had finished
milking my cock and pulled away. His cock was magnificent. It must have
been seven or eight inches and three inches thick. He was hard , but skin
still covered most of the head. He had a plastic bottle of oil next to him.
Guido squirted some onto his head and coated his cock.

"Are you a top?" I asked.  Guido smiled.

"I wish I hadn't already shot off or I'd give it a try," I said.

"Are you a size queen, Woody?" Dr. Ed asked.

The door opened, it was Glenn, the head nurse. He looked us over. "Did I
miss the start of the party?" he asked.

"There's aways room for one more," I said. He got on the bench next to me
and stroked his cock to an erection. Dr. Ed and Guido left the steam room
happy men.

Things got nice and relaxed at Mount Pleasant after that. The word was out
to the residents.  It was an all gay establishment, but most of th men
hadn't realized it.  Even gay men fall victim to the stereotypes about gay
men.

Life at Mount Pleasant wasn't a crazed sexual romp. A number of the men
were shy or not much interested in sex anymore.  They didn't object to the
scenery, but they weren't participants. The less healthy residents we put
in the old servants wing near Glenn.  Glenn had three good aids, Lamont,
Skeeter and Saul. Lamont was a gentle giant of a black man, sweet as he
could be. Skeeter was the same sort of man, but Glenn referred to his
personality as Redneck Baroque. He was from some god forsaken hollow in
West Virginia. You've heard of a flaming fagot, well Skeeter was flaming
redneck. He was funny and knowledgeable.

Saul was a hyper intense New York Jew.  He had moved to Virginia to take
care of his terminally ill daughter who lived in Winchester. When she died
he came to us. He was knowledgeable, efficient and took no shit from ornery
residents. He was the firm and demanding Jewish mother who had obedient
children or else. Remarkably the nurses all got along well. Saul played
good cop bad cop with the other nurses. I heard Lamont tell a resident,
"Why sugar, you'd better do what I want or I'll get Saul here to make you
do it." That worked. Saul got along very well with Dr. Ed.  Saul was your
dream nurse.

Our official doctor was in Winchester. Dr. Lewis was a good man, but
lacking in bedside manner.  He had a good professional relationship with
the nurses and Dr. Ed, who he respected.

Bill the facilities manager was a fifty year old polar bear, with a good
nature and a good way with people. Charles, our retired railroad man and
Bill bonded after three minutes of conversation. Bill was strong on
building maintenance and repair. Charles was a licensed electrician and
loved machinery. Since the house was a century old, Charles was familiar
with some of the no longer standard arrangements of wiring and machinery.

The maintenance crew consisted of Billy, Bobby, Brewster and Bubba. They
were known as the Bees. They were hard working, under educated men who got
along well with the residents. Bobby and Brewster was scrawny and worked
inside the house. Billy and Bubba were outdoor men, but all would do
whatever was asked.

Our chef, Don, wasn't imaginative at all. As far as he was concerned
scrambled eggs was breakfast and ham with mashed potatoes were dinner.
Guido changed that. He added a little of this and a little of that. The
food was transformed. The kitchen helpers were the only weak part of the
staff.  They had problems with alarm clocks not working and car
troubles. We paid good wages had full health insurance with dental, but
that wasn't enough for some of the kitchen people. By contrast, the Bees
thought the health insurance was the best thing that ever happened to them.

The Bees presented an opportunity for several of our residents. Henry
Bonnor and Lucian Dulles were former teachers. Dulles had been a college
English professor.  The Bees were semi literate, except for Bubba who
couldn't read much more than warning labels and stop signs. Henry and
Lucien took them on as a project.

I didn't know how they managed to talk the Bees into learning how to
read. Lucien told me the secret. "When I discovered they couldn't read, I
knew I had to do something about that," Lucien explained. "I had actually
run into that at the college level, but the main obstacle to reading is
embarrassment.  No adult wants to admit he's unable to read."

"Well, I happened to be showering when Brewster had to shower. Do you
remember the day the toilet exploded?" he asked.  I did. What Mr. Dunning
put down the toilet is still a mystery. "Well I was there when Brewster
came in. I admit he isn't my idea of a dream boat with that shaggy beard
and crooked teeth," Lucien continued. "Well, he is quite handsome below the
neck, if you get my meaning.  Hairier than is my preference, but handsome
in a rough sort of way. He was also well endowed and uncut. That is a
particular taste of mine."

"I had soap and shampoo and I helped his clean up. I'm afraid I got a
little excited as I did it," Lucien explained.  "He told me I had a nice
one for a guy of my age.  I told him he had a nice one for a man of any
age. To make a long story short, we adjourned to my room and had a
wonderful time. Erect he was magnificent. It took a little while to get him
to slow down to a reasonable speed, but Brewster learns easily. To tell you
the truth I had never been with a man of his social class before and I
hadn't taken a ride and anything as big as his in years. I had never had an
uncut cock on the dark side of my sphincter ever. I was lovely."

"I made a deal with him," Lucien said. "I would teach him to read in
exchange for rides on his love pole.  This was most agreeable to him While
going to learn how to read was an embarrassment, going to shag another man
was perfectly acceptable. I love men.  The cock will go where the mind
fears to tread! I told my friend Henry of my arrangement. Did you know he
was originally a Classics teacher?" I shook my head.

"He loves Latin and Greek. It was his belief that Plato and Socrates'
academies had a homosexual component. Of course everyone knows that. Henry
had serious doubts about the platonic aspect of the academies. How likely
is it that young men filled with spunk and older men surrounded by
hormonally driven youths with maintain a platonic relationship? I
personally am positive it was platonic.  After they traded their man
juices, that is."  I laughed

"For Henry it was living out a Classical fantasy.  He loved it. Henry isn't
the most patient man in the world.  However when you're sucking a cock as
your student try to read, the slowness of the process is a positive not a
negative."

"So you have inducted the Bees into your academy?" I asked.

"Yes, Bubba took some doing, but they are all on board," Lucien said.

"He resisted?"

"Not exactly resisted," Lucien said. "Bubba is a pure top and Henry's
sphincter was too tight for Bubba's telephone pole. Henry told me about the
problem and I resolved it.  It took some doing, but it was worth the
effort. Like Brewster, Bubba is a lovely man when he's naked and in my
ass." Lucian smiled.

All of the residents were 65 plus, except for two. Elvis Smith was the
victim of a motorcycle accident and had serious brain damage.  Ellington
Jones had a massive stroke at age 42. Elvis was barely 30 and cute. Jonesy
was handsome in a Marlborough man way. We weren't particularity well
equipped for rehab, but the residents loved them. They became the sons they
never had. Rehab takes time, and the residents had nothing but time.

Both men were depressed and listless as one would expect for men in their
condition. They had not responded to therapy in their previous rehab
center. Elvis came from a stunningly non supportive family. His father
didn't approve of his life style.  I met him when he brought Elvis to
us. He was one of those sanctimonious Christians who liked Jesus, but
didn't like the love you neighbor stuff, and positively disliked the
forgiveness crap.  He thought the accident was God's judgment and it was
not for him to interfere with that.  I was glad to see him go. One visit
was enough for me.

Ellington had no family and few friends.  He had just moved to Virginia
when he had the stroke.  All of his friends were on the west coast.  He got
mail, but nothing else.  Both men had been in large institutions where they
had limited personal attention. The Jewish mother in Saul came forward.  He
decided that both men would be fully participate in the life at Mount
Pleasant. They would be dressed, go to meals and sit through every
activity.

This took a lot of work. Saul recruited two stroke survivors, Junie, a
former florist, and Kurt, a retired brick mason, to help. Junie looked like
a swishy Santa and Kurt like the biker from hell.  They were unlikely
partners in the effort, but both were big man who could handle Elvis and
Ellington. Saul and Glenn were always near by.

Saul stopped giving Elvis sponge baths and took him to the showers.  Elvis
was unhappy about this until he found himself in a room of naked
men. Dr. Ed, Glenn and I were there just in case there was a
problem. Anytime we try something new I call out the calvary.

Elvis perked up as soon as he saw a cock. It was Junie's and he was well
endowed. He looked at the rest of us as saw we were all nude. He actually
smiled. That was a breakthrough. Saul loudly and clearly stated what we
were going to do. "We're going to take a shower. I am turning on the water
now. If it's too hot blink to say so."  Elvis got under the water and it
was fine.

"We're going to wash your hair now!" Saul stated next, "Close your eyes."
Elvis did what we asked. He swayed a little when he had his eyes closed,
but Kurt and Juniw were on each side to hold him.  When Elvis opened his
eyes again he smiled when he saw the cluster of naked men was still with
him. Junie and Kurt supported him while Glenn cleaned the rest of his
body. He was careful to clean his cock and ass. Elvis got half hard when
Glenn cleaned his cock and fully erect when Glen touched his hole.  Elvis
loved that.

We got him on a bench to rest while we dried him off. He leaned forward. I
was afraid he was falling but instead he held onto Glenn's hips and began
to suck Glenn's cock. Glenn knew a breakthrough when he saw it. "That's a
good boy," Glenn whispered. "You nurse that cock as long as you want."

Junie managed to get his head between Elvis and Glenn so he could suck
Elvis. The young man didn't last long. He popped quickly. When Elvis's cum
splattered against Glenn's balls, Glenn popped too. By the time both men
were finished shooting we were all covered in man seed.  It was spectacular
to watch. What it must have felt like to Elvis was unimaginable.

We had to shower a second time. Elvis was in heaven. From then life changed
for Elvis. I'm not sure he had known he could still feel sexual urges and
have an orgasm. We now had a carrot to dangle in front of him. Unlike the
horse analogy, Elvis always got to eat the carrot.

The next day we tried a similar experiment with Ellington.  This too was
successful. Medical charts don't tell you much about a man.  No where did
it say that Ellington was a top. One side of his body didn't work that
well, but what ever controlled his cock was working.

I had dropped the soap after lathering up his cock. He made a thrust in the
direction of my ass. Saul noticed the movement and told me to get on my
hands and knees. They sort of draped Ellington over me. His cock found my
hole and he was happy as a lark. Ellington remebered how to fuck. After he
shot off in my ass, they got him up and showered again. It had been lovely
for Ellington.

I had never been fucked before an audience of my employees and residents
before.  It had aways been man on man before. I was oddly excited by the
experience, but I didn't know how my staff took it. I talked with Glenn
about it.

"Don't worry," Glenn advised. My boys sleep in my room when there on
call. I've fucked them all. As long as your evenb handed it's fine.  Thye
know it's not true love, it's just letting of steam. Think of it as
therapy.