Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2009 18:16:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mount Pleasant 4

Mount Pleasant 4

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 construction project continued uninterrupted as we excavated the
fountain. Mr Goodall was a find. He had been a Pharmacist in
Charlottesville and had run his families Drug Store. He loved archeology
and was both knowledgeable and skilled. Bill, Bubba and Brewster did the
major digging, and Mr. Goodall and Dr. Ed did the finer excavation near a
statue.  When they found a statue they put a tarp over it to protect the
diggers from the sun.

Other residents helped. The statues were beautiful and took a lot of time
to excavate them without damage. The residents had nothing but time, so
tedious work was not a problem. The torsos were smooth, but the head, hair
and genitals were complicated and needed a light touch to be freed of years
of dirt. Goodall was good at this work and was very good at opening the
water nozzle at the cock. Oddly it was a slit, not a circular opening.  The
spray was piss like, rather than a more conventional fountain spray.

Excavating had an additional benefit to the residents. They got a lot
closer to the young, very sweaty and semi nude construction workers. The
workers were good sports about that, and were always ready to help when
heavy lifting was needed. A grandfather and son like relationship developed
between some of the residents. The workers were friendly and didn't have
any problem getting sucked off from time to time. The workers had a better
time with the staff. The Bees were like spirits and co operation wasn't
only work related.

We had been afraid the large figure of Neptune was gone, but we found it
during the second week of digging.  It wasn't in the middle where were
expected it to be, but had been pushed to the side.  Neptune's trident was
bent, but he was otherwise well preserved. When they covered the fountain
we discovered they had put sand in with the dirt over the statues. This had
greatly reduced the potential for corrosion. This also explained a problem
with dead spots in the lawn that had plagued Bill.

One of our residents went over the records of the church that ran the house
as a home for needy men. He found a trustees report about the statues.
They had been offended by the nudity.  The trustees discussed adding bronze
fig leaves, but the local welder didn't know how to do that.  They settled
for burying the statues. We contacted an expert from the
University. Dr. William Q. Davis, and asked him to come over to look at the
statues. Davis was knowledgeable. He said it wasn't copy of an existing
work, but was original.

The sculptor, Tibor Nagy, was European and was in Virginia to carve
pedimental figures for a new University building erected at the turn of the
20th century. He must have made a side trip to Max's retreat. Davis pointed
out the triton's were older men than was typical. Neptune is often treated
as a mature man and the tritons were youths. In this case the tritons were
mature men and much more individual than was often the case. Typically the
minor figures match, but these were quite varied. Nagy was regarded as a
minor sculptor, even though he had studied with Rodin. The fountain was
impressive enough to cause a reappraisal, Davis said.

The residents were watching us as we inspected the sculptures. Swamp Thing
was doing his usual sheep dog like corralling of the wanderers.  We thought
we had dressed him for company, but some time during the after noon he
forgot and appeared naked. It was very hot and he was in the sun. I
explained the situation to Dr. Davis. He had no problem at all with it.  He
was a sculptor as well as an art historian and said he'd like to do some
sketches of Swamp Thing.

"I'd love to have him as a model," he said. "It would give my students a
chance to sculpt a different body type than they are use to. He has
beautiful musculature."

"I don't think any one has used Swamp Thing's name in association with
beautiful before," I observed. I explained that sitting still wasn't
typical of him and that he had peculiar sexual practices.

Davis laughed and leaned close to me. "I don't think that would be a
problem for several of my students. Not a problem at all!" I guessed
Dr. Davis didn't have much concern about Swamp Things sexual habits either.
Before he left, he gave us some advice as to restoring the finish on the
sculptures and left.

Several residents went to the local libraries to do research on the
sculptor, but found little. Dr. Davis asked if there were any records in
the house.  I said no, but Bill correctly said we had never looked. This
turned into a perfect treasure hunt activity for the residents. After
several days they discovered boxes of drawings and files in the carriage
house attic, above Bill's office.

This was a gold mine of information. Our accountant, Thomas Wild, organized
the records and found a box of fountain files that included sketches of the
sculptures and photographs of the models he used. In a sealed envelop
inside the box of fountain records were nude photographs of Maximilian
Heistler, the owner of the house, and six of his hunting party friends.

One of the men resembled the triton we had found. The face was somewhat
altered and the body was improved, but there was no question the genitals
were exact portraits of one of Maximilian's friends. Neptune was Max
himself. Neptune's cock matched that by which Max had produced the six
daughters.  It was distinctly non classical and impressive. In the file
there were other photographs of Max and his friends swimming nude and
joking around. In several of the pictures clearly several of the men were
excited.  All were smiling and laughing. There was one younger man in the
group. It was the sculptor, Tibor. He was more than slightly excited. It
was a remarkable collections of photos.

I was surprised to realize our current use of the house was perhaps similar
to they way Max intended it. There was no question in my mind that the
hunting parties here were more than sporting events.


The excavation of the fountain moved along well as did the the pool
construction. There was a lull between the construction of the pool and the
arrival of the conservatory upper structure. During that time, Dr. Davis
returned with a student to look a the statues. He had developed a wax
coating to use on bronze to clean and preserve the finish and he wanted to
try it out. He polished one arm of the sculptures and the resulting effect
was spectacular. The triton's turned a rich, deep, bronze tone. All trace
of the long period buried under sand vanished.

The student, Frank, helped with the polishing, but was much taken with
Swamp Thing. While Swamp Thing was odd looking, I didn't want him treated
as a circus freak. I didn't need to worry. Swamp Thing's vocabulary had
greatly increased since he came to Mount Pleasant and they talked.  Frank
seemed to genuinely like him.  He had some clay and quickly made a few
beautiful sculptures of the oddly shaped man. Swamp Thing was entranced. He
also wanted to see what Frank looked like naked. That didn't bother Frank
at all.  He stripped. Apparently Frank was an artist's model in his spare
time and had no problem with public nudity.

The residents liked the naked young man too. I asked Dr. Davis and Frank if
they'd like to spend the night. They were agreeable.  That evening we had
an informal seminar on the sculptures and residents presented what they had
discovered about the work. I had made slides of the sketches and
photographs and showed them to the entire group for the first time. The
event was a great success.

The residents were generally well educated and all appreciated the
sculptures. They liked working on this interesting project. Many of our
projects were simply time occupiers.  This was a real project, with a need
for both physical work and research. Dr. Davis explained the fountain was a
major work of art and was in a remarkable state of preservation. The
residents were doing the excavation and the restoring.  This was a totally
unexpected and enjoyable part of living in a nursing home.

Frank and Guido sat next to Swamp Thing during the seminar. Quite
remarkably, he identified one of the men in the photographs as his
Grandfather. He had worked for Maximilian Heisler. He had mentioned someone
called Bossman Mac. That had been the last man anyone in Swamp Thing's
family had worked for. We realized he had been talking about the boss man
Max. Swamp Thing had no reason to associated the house with his family
until he saw the photos.

After the seminar, we had a late desert and went to bed. Dr. Davis stayed
with me and Frank bunked with Swamp Thing. Davis fell asleep the second his
head hit the pillow. He had been working in the sun on the sculpture for
six hours and he wasn't use to that kind of labor.  I went to the shower.

Swamp Thing and Frank were there. Frank looked at me with relief in his
eyes.  He came over to me. "He wants me to fuck him," he said. "What should
I do?"

"Do you like to fuck?"

"I sure do, but he's a patient here."

"He a resident, not a patient," I said. "It's okay if it's okay with
you. By they way, he likes to fuck too and is really into group play."

Frank smiled and went back to Swamp Thing. Frank had an ordinary face,
mostly covered by a thick beard. He was moderately hairy and muscular. He
must have had zero body fat and his muscles were well defined.  I could
understand why he was an artists' model.  Frank was uncut and a third of
his cock head had poked out of his skin. The skin was stretched tight. That
is usually a good sign. I took my shower and when I noticed them next, both
were fully aroused. I went to the steam room and a minute later they joined
me.

"Do you mind company?" Frank asked.

"Not at all," I said. "I see you two have hit it off."

"That's one way to say it," Frank replied. Swamp Thing got on the marble
bench next to me.  Frank leaned over and began to suck his cock.  Frank
wasn't shy. He looked over at me and asked, "Is he always this juicy?"

"He's a friendly and sensual man. He likes to make sure his playmates know
he's appreciative. Let me warn you. When he pops you'll get a mouthful."

"Damn nice," Frank replied. Swamp Thing wanted to suck Frank's member, so
they traded places. I got a good view of Frank's equipment. It was a bit
over six inches, very thick and bent downward. The head was mushroom like,
so it was a mouthful in itself. Swamp Thing had no problem with it at all
. Swamp Thing was usually in charge in sexual situations. He had been the
smart one in his family and he was use to running things when he was with
his retarded older brothers.

He wanted to screw me while Frank fucked him. This was his favorite sexual
combination. I knew of many men who described themselves as versatile, but
few could match Swamp Thing's omnivorous approach to sex.

Swamp Thing got me on a bench, almost bent me double and then fully impaled
me. He was bent over me with his ass wide open. Frank saw the opening and
filled it. What happened next was unexpected. Frank must have hit the
perfect spot. When Frank's cock hit that spot, I felt Swamp Thing's cock
expand and quiver in my ass. His body went limp, but his cock was as hard
as it could be.  It was as if all of Swamp Things considerable energy was
channeled in to my ass.

I thought my ass had been completely filled, but I was wrong. Frank began
to thrust.  Every time his cock hit that same perfect spot, Swamp Thing got
a jolt and his massive member bloated. It was like having a balloon in my
ass that expanded and contracted depending on the exact location of Frank's
cock. After a long while we took a breather.

Swamp Thing was out of it with ecstasy and slowly regained his senses. He
was a sexual creature who had just discovered new depth and intensity. He
knew a good thing when he found it. I was tired, so I went to bed, but
Frank and Swamp Thing continued their explorations.

I slept well, when I woke up Dr. Davis had company.  Mr. Wallace had run
into him showering in the morning and was now sucking Davis. Davis started
when I woke.

"Don't worry about me," I said. "Mr Wallace won't be happy until he's
sucked every drop of cum from your balls, so relax and enjoy it."

That day brought another discovery. We had uncovered two tritons and most
of Neptune. We excavated a third triton. Remarkably the third triton was
Swamp Thing's grandfather. The face was similar, but the genitals were an
exact replica. Swamp Thing had his Grandfather's cock!

This caused a stir. On the underside of the figure was the name Lorenzo. I
asked Swamp Thing if his grandfather was named Lorenzo. He looked
puzzled. "Lorry, they called him Papa Lorry," he said. "Uncle Alonzo was
his brother. Lorry and Lonzo."

Swamp Thing loved the sculpture. In many ways he had been a man without a
history. The flood destroyed his home and his family was dead. Mount
Pleasant was his home now. Some of the residents who were uneasy about him
warmed up to the eccentric man when they discovered his relationship to the
house.

The day after we found that statue we got a new resident, Reverend Willis.
He was Baptist preacher of some sort and I was worried about him fitting in
at Mount Pleasant. With a name like Billy Joe Willis I was uneasy. Billy
Joe had suffered a major stroke, and hadn't responded to therapy much. He
was depressed and listless.

When he came to Mount Pleasant he wanted to stay in his room and read his
Bible. Glenn reported he never read the book, he just held it. He had
gotten divorced when he was 60 and his wife got most of his retirement, and
for some reason he wasn't able to get in to a home for retired
ministers. Skeeter claimed Billy Joe was a black hole when it can to cheer.
He just sucked it up and it disappeared.

After several days of this Glenn had enough and he took him out to the
excavation and sat him under the tarp. Bill and Bubba were uncovering the
third triton, while Brewster and Mr. Goodall completed waxing the first
figure. He sat there for the morning, went to lunch and afterwards Glenn
took him back to the naked tritons. As was often the case the naked tritons
were joined by a naked Swamp Thing.

I was worried he'd be shocked.  He seemed to be staring into space. That
afternoon he didn't want to go back to the room. He wanted to stay with the
statues. Billy Joe was entranced. The only thing that could tear his eyes
away for the sculpture was Swamp Thing and his over sized genitalia. We had
found the key to Billy Joe's personality. We used Swamp Thing as bait to
get him to go to dinner. Billy Joe's speech was slurred because of the
stroke, but Swamp Thing liked that.  His brother had problems taking too,
and Swamp thing understood most of what the retired preacher was saying.

Glenn was a firm believer in using anything that works to get a resident
motivated. Nudity did it for Billy Joe. We let him do some polishing of the
triton. It was amazing how much strength you can buildup when you are doing
something you like. I was a little afraid the triton's cock would get too
shiny under Billy Joe's polishing scheme, but it was fine.

We eventually discovered Billy Joe Willis must have been the most sexually
repressed man in Virginia. He had stepped out of his straight and narrow
confines only rarely. The first time his wife found out and divorced him
and the second time a trustee of the church discovered his secret and had
him fired. He spent his life in denial and fear. When he came to Mount
Pleasant it was as if he had been sentenced to life imprisonment and found
himself suddenly free and at Disneyland.

Mount Pleasant changed his life. He became cheerful and rehab was
successful. He wanted to participate in the activities with the other
men. At first he just observed, but as he got stronger he participated
more.  He liked Bridge and joined the card playing group. We encouraged
Bridge and other card games since they helped to maintain mental acuity.
Eventually he was strong enough to go to the showers. He loved that aspect
of life at Mount Pleasant. After several weeks Billy Joe was fully
integrated into the life of Mount Pleasant.