Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2009 05:46:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mount Pleasant 2

Mount Pleasant 2

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.

The difficult thing about an institution filled with elderly men is the
lack of stability. Men could slip deeper in senility and we would need to
send them to a home that specialized in that care. Some men die, sometimes
their families want to move them to a place nearer home. Every week, or so
we'd get an new resident, or lose an older one.

We had to send Mr. Dunning away. His dementia was gaining ground and took
the form of protecting his room against attacks from the Japs. He was a
World War II vet and that part of his life dominated his thoughts. He was
shrewd and imaginative as was demonstrated by the explosion in his
toilet. When Mr. Tanaka joined us, it was too much for us to undo the
fortifications Mr. Dunning built of furniture every night. When we sent him
to a total care facility we told him he was going to met MacArthur and he
was happy as a lark.

Taro Tanaka was a small man with a long beard of about 70.  He had been a
watchmaker-jeweler, but his daughter and her family had moved into a small
apartment and there was no room for him.  He was most unhappy about being
sent to the home until he went to the showers for the first time. He loved
it. On a sex drive scale of one ten, I'd say I was a 6 or 7; Dr. Ed and
Elvis were an 8 and Glen and Guido were a 9.5.  Taro was 12. He loved it.

Most men have a specific type they like.  I tend to get turned on by
masculine, larger men, preferably hairy.  Taro liked everyone and was
willing to accommodate or serve all of them. He would have been a pest if
he hadn't been so polite. He always asked politely and had no problem
getting a no as an answer.  Taro was a sexual spark plug, and he got
several of the shyer men to enjoy him. His cock was rather thin, uncut and
six inches. If you weren't use to anal sex, he was a perfect introduction
to it.  He took his time and he was self lubricating, since he oozed so
much. Taro also like to get fucked and he was unreserved in his enthusiasm
for whatever was rubbing his ass. He flattered some of the older men with
his obvious appreciation. Eventually Taro had a stable of playmates.

Glenn and I kept our eyes open for men who were slipping into senility. Men
like Mr. Dunning were easy to recognize. His eccentricities were so
extravagant there was no way to miss them. Mr. Wallace was an entirely
different sort. He was a quiet, rather sweet and easy going man. He tended
to sit on the side of groups with an amused look on his face.

He was so shy, I thought he would be forever on the sidelines. I soon
discovered he had a warm spot for sucking. You would be taking a shower, or
be in the steam room and Mr. Wallace would appear and swallow your cock. He
didn't want tobe sucked in return.  He was happy just leisurely sucking
cock.  He liked to suck you to a climax, then suck up whatever drooled from
your cock.

One day, Bubba found him wandering in the wood totally lost, totally
unaware of where he was and why he was here.  Glenn put him on our watch
list. The entire staff had a list of men they were to keep an eye on and
talk with when you encountered him. We liked to keep track of them.

Once when I ran into him, I asked how he was doing and did he have any
problems. "I love it here, it's so pretty," he said. He was a native of the
area and loved the mountains and the forest.  He had been a boy scout
leader for 30 years. We talked about that for a while. "I do have one
problem," he added. "I wish you would leave my room in the same place.
It's hard to move all my things when you change rooms." I said we'd do
that.

"They are all pretty rooms," Wallace said, "but it is a bother." Again I
told him we would take care of it.  Of course, we weren't moving him.  It
was time to have a talk with his family.

I called his son and asked if we could visit. His son, Eddie Wallace said
they would visit that weekend. Eddie arrived with his wife and teen aged
daughter. Eddie didn't believe the situation was deteriorating. He called
his dad regularly and never had n a problem. They took him out to dinner at
a local inn.

By nine he hadn't returned. I called Eddie and got him. "How is your
father?" I asked, "Is he spending the night with you?"

Eddie said his daughter was late for a date and they had dropped him off at
the gate to Mount Pleasant. There was a gate on the road, there was a
fancier one nearer the house. They left him at the fancy gate. It was more
than two hundred yards from the house. I had an "oh shit" moment.

It was already dark. We called up the entire staff and searched the house
and the immediate grounds. He wasn't in his room or anywhere else in the
house. I called the police. The police said they would get a search dog
team out at dawn. Since it was a moonless night it was almost impossible to
see in the dark woods. They recommended we search in the morning.  It was
late spring and not that cold.  We called everyone into the house and told
them to get a good nights sleep.

The police and the rescue squad arrived at dawn and we resumed
searching. Bubba knew the police well and we had minimal confusion.
Unfortunately, Mr. Wallace walked the site regularly with some friends so
his scent was everywhere.  I had Bill and the Bees searching the yard. They
knew the property well and Bill had a map of the property and divided it
into quadrants. Don, our cook was a hunter and he lead a crew of kitchen
helpers on the search. Dr. Ed stayed at the house to calm the residents,
but Guido and Charles were searching.

Charles remembered that Mr. Wallace liked big band music, so he put a
stereo on the veranda and broadcast 1940s era music over the site.  He
hoped Mr. Wallace might come to it. Glenn and Lamont stayed with the
residents.  It was a dreary day. A cold front with rain was on the way and
there was a chance of frost that night.

The residents were disturbed.  The more hardy of them joined in the search,
but some just got anxious and worried. There was no breakfast and some were
frightened. At nine a slew of people arrived at the home. Mr. Wallace had
been a member of the local Presbyterian Church. Eddie told them what
happened and half the congregation appeared to help with the search.

I told the minster the residents were distressed and hadn't had breakfast.
He got a group together to solve that problem. Some weren't dressed for
searching, but they took control of the kitchen and made breakfast.

Eddie was helpful, but his wife and daughter looked a little shell
shocked. They had been the ones who made Mr. Wallace walk to the house, so
the daughter could get to a party on time. Once and a while Eddie would
mutter, "Shit, it couldn't have taken more than four or five minutes!" I
think he was beating up on himself and not his wife or daughter, but that's
not the way they saw it. Eddie joined one of the search teams. The wife and
daughter were pressed into kitchen duty by the church ladies.

By noon it was getting very cold. By now some firemen appeared and a State
Police Copter was over head. With the threatening clouds, the copter and
Tommy Dorsey band playing, it was becoming surreal. The group in the
kitchen was now making coffee and sandwiches. The residents had joined in
the sandwich making effort. They wanted to help. They felt better helping.
Glenn sedated a few of the overly anxious redidents.

I was with Captain John Wilkerson of the county police.  He was well
organized and efficient. He knew Bubba from high school and he trusted my
staff's knowledge of the property. There was no squabbling between the
different groups of searchers.  Wilkerson bushed his hand against my leg
and patted me on the ass when no one was looking. I wondered if he knew
Bubba really well.

It started to rain around three.

Suddenly the walkie-talkies burst into life. The Don and the Kitchen crew
found him. Fifteen minutes later he was back at Mount Pleasant, happy and
unhurt. He had found a cave and was dry and comparatively warm. As far as
we could tell he thought he was on a camping trip with the boy scouts. We
got him fed and into bed to rest and fed an thanked the search teams.  Life
returned to almost normal by dinner. We got most of the residents in bed
early. It had been a lot of excitement for one day.

Captain Wilkerson and another policeman stayed to do a report on the
incident. Bubba remained as did Glenn, Dr. Ed and Guido.  When the Captain
finished the report, he announced, "I am officially off duty now."

"Does that mean an end of the day beer might be appropriate?" I asked.

He nodded and added, "Officer Smith is off duty too." I went to get the
beers. When I came back the men were in conversation. Post postmortems are
much better without the mortem. Wilkerson thought this was a textbook
example of the way this this sort of search should go. We had several beers
and the conversation became more informal.

"Bubba says you run a happy ship here," the Captain said.  "You know how to
keep men happy."

Dr. Ed and Guido laughed. "Some things make all men happy," Dr. Ed said.

"I told Wilkie we had a great shower and steam room here," Bubba said.  "It
keeps everyone relaxed."

"Would you like to see it?" I asked Wilkerson.

"To tell you the truth, I'd like to use it, Wilkerson said. "I haven't been
in a steam room in years."

"I think some steam might be good for all of us," Dr, Ed said. "It was a
long cold day." I thought this was a set up of some sort and couldn't
figure out how Bubba, Wilkerson and Dr. Ed were all in on it. I went with
the flow.

Wilkerson, Bubba, Officer Smith and I went to my room to undress. It took
me a second or two to realize Office Smith was Wilkerson's lover. Wilkerson
was tall, muscular and hairy. Smith was a short, gorilla like blond
man. Once we were out of public view Bubba and the two police men were
openly gay.

"How well do you guys know each other?" I asked.

"Wilkie and me were pals since grade school," Bubba said. "We discovered
sex together at 15 and have been playmates ever since. Smith is his new
pal. He's in training."

"When you're a kid learning by trial and error can be fun," Wilkerson
said. "Smith here had the advantage of being trained by two pros."

""I thought you told me some guy named Ralph helped you out?" Smith said.

Bubba smiled. "Cousin Ralph was my mom's oldest brother. He caught us
messing around behind the barn,"Bubba explained. "I thought my ass was
fried!"

"He was a member of the club?" I asked.

"Cousin Ralph was the Grand Exalted Poo Bah of the club.  He was a hell of
a nice guy too," Wilkerson said.  "I was worried about the gay thing. I
thought you had to be a florist and have a lisp to be gay. I've always been
all man, except I'm not much into women.  Ralph had inherited Bubba's grand
folks' farm, complete with some farm hands.  It turned out they were his
harem."

"He screwed them?"

"Most of the time they screwed him," Bubba explained. "He was a share and
share alike kind of guy. He had an Indian he called Sitting Bull, two
hillbillies and a black guy, Washington, to play with. Ralph said all spunk
is white. He loved a cock up his behind, so that's where we learned to
fuck."

"Ralph knew his stuff, so he taught us how to fuck and get as much pleasure
of it it as you could.  He believed in slow and easy, so that's the way we
learned it," Wilkerson said. "Ralph taught us how to fuck, the hired hands
taught us how to take a cock."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"I loved it, but it took Bubba a while," Wilkerson said. "He sat on sitting
Bull totempole, but it wasn't a perfect fit. Ronnie and Donnie, the
hillbillies, didn't fit either. Washington hit the spot. Boy did it hit the
spot!"

"Which worked for you?" I asked.

"All of them," he replied. "Every fucking cock was as good as it gets for
me." By the time we joined the rest of the men in the shower, we were semi
erect.

I will say this about my staff and Dr. Ed and Guido, they aren't slow to
respond. Cocks inflated everywhere. Sometimes verbal communication isn't
necessary. Every knew the preview of coming events. While most of the
residents were asleep. Taro, our Japanese sex maniac, heard the water and
appeared to shower. When he saw the cluster of erect men he thought he had
died and gone to heaven.

Officer Smith was apparently into ginger bears. As I showered, he attached
himself to my cock. Taro went to Wilkerson.

 Needless to say we helped each other reach those pesky, hard to clean
areas. Bubba knew Wilkerson so he made sure the policeman's ass was
clean. Actually Bubba was nice enough to wash Wilkerson's prostate
too. After five minutes we adjourned to the steam room. I had turned on the
steam so it would be ready. Dr. Ed was the last to enter. Dr. Ed had a
bottle of eucalyptus oil to open up our breathing and some other oil for
lubrication. It was a six person room and we were crowded.

I helped save space by getting on the floor and sucking Smith's cock. Smith
had a grower not a shower and grow it did. His uncut knob had been all but
hidden in his furry bush. Skin still covered the erect organ. When my
tongue licked inside the skin I encountered a full day's supply of man
juices, some fresh and some fermented from a day of being trapped between
the skin and the cock head.  It was a rich brew.

His cock was six and a half inches long and thin, other than the plumb
sized cock head. As I sucked Smith, Guido eased his cock into my ass. Guido
was horse hung and I was surprised it fit to well.  In reality I think it
was one size bigger than a perfect fit, but the sexual excitement and
Smith's cock juices helped to open me up. I tried to remember the last time
I had been fucked form both ends. I had been years before and hadn't been a
success.

Guido started thrusting.  With each thrust it got better. I began to
moan. Normally I would have been embarrassed at this show of emotion, but
Wilkerson was taking Dr. Ed's cock with great enthusiasm. Smith moved and
Bubba took his place. I had never sucked Bubba, or seen him naked before.
He was a hairy, bear like man with a thick, uncut cock and huge balls. He
was drooling precum and that juice seemed to go straight to my brain.

Smith got on his hands and knees next to me so Glen could screw him. Bubba
shifted so Smith and I could both suck him.  Taro was on his back, scooting
around the tile floor, sucking anything that dangled down. I was so crazy I
gave up being the director of Mount Pleasant and let myself become a sex
toy.

Sex at Mount Pleasant was typically somewhat demure. There was nothing
demure in the steam room. Guido pulled out and Wilkerson took his
place. Wilkerson was big, but not as big as Guido.  My ass adjusted to the
more reasonably scaled organ. Wilkerson moaned. "Damn, this is nice," he
muttered.  Glenn had fucked Smith to his limit. Smith began to growl and
moan. I felt him shiver as the first ejaculation erupted. Taro had been
sucking me, but quickly shifted to take care of Smith.

"There she blows!" Bubba cried. A secondly later I had a mouthful of what
Bubba called Hillbilly High Test. Both Wilkerson and I shot off.  The men
who climaxed went to the showers to cool off, then returned to the steam
room. I guess it was one of those nights when a single orgasm wasn't enough
for any of us.

The second round of orgasms took longer to achieve, but were just as good;
everyone was relaxed as their holes had been both stretched and deep
lubricated. Dr. Ed spent some time in my ass as did Bubba. You can't judge
a book by it's cover. Dr. Ed was a driven pile driver style fucker. Bubba
was a lover. We broke off around ten and went to bed. It had been a long
day.

Mr. Wallace stayed with us. We made sure he was always with a friend. The
residents were good about helping friends who were having problems. They
were a happy and helpful group in the main.

 It was cool on the side of the mountain, but while it got warm, it was
rare to get uncomfortably hot. Mount Pleasant wasn't air conditioned and
because of its solid and massive construction air conditioning was too
expensive. Wally, Mount Pleasant's owner, decided a swimming pool was a
better option than air conditioning. It would provide good exercise for the
residents and a way to cool off too. Wally being Wally, the owner of the
swimming pool company was a friend of his and gave Wally a volume discount.

Joe Billings, the pool man, Dutch, his foreman and Wally arrived to survey
the site of the pool. There was a nice sunny area south-west of the
house. It was set into the hillside where the original owner had excavated
a terrace for an Italian garden.

Billings and Dutch looked like a Mafia Don and his hit man, but knew their
stuff. They figured they could get some solar water heating from this
location, and might be able to use some of that for the house itself. Dutch
was into energy conservation big time.

Once the site visit was done, I realized Wally and Joe had more than a
business relationship. They went off to our guest room for an afternoon of
play. Dutch met with Bill and Glenn to discuss the pool. Glenn wanted to
see of the pool could be used to physical therapy. Dutch was well informed
on that subject.  Bill knew of a nearby spring that might be able to
provide water for the pool. The three men hit it off.  Dutch, Joe and Wally
had dinner with the residents and then Wally and Joe returned to
Alexandria. Dutch stayed to work out more details for the construction of
the pool.

God blessed me with the least effective Gaydar in the world. I had no
suspicion at all that Dutch was a member of the club. Bill and Glenn knew
and they had already exchanged the secret handshake. They had found out
Dutch was horse hung and a top. Dutch hadn't gotten off in a week or two.
Bill didn't bottom and Glen had a size limit.  For some reason, my name
came up.



















Sundays we had a reception and Brunch for any visitors who came to see the
residents. This was an easy way to simplify visitation and provided a way
to break up the week. We tried to make events to counteract the sameness of
each day for retired people. Many times six or seven family members or
friends would attend. For holidays and special events we would get as many
as forty guests.

Lou and Don, our retired actors had an entertainment for these events
periodically. They were clever and talented men. From time to time they
would put on a play, other times a concert or recital.