Date: Thu, 19 Feb 2009 04:17:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mount Pleasant 5

Mount Pleasant 5

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.

Billy Joe liked Swamp Thing and started a campaign to get him a new
name. The name "Swamp Thing" had been a joke that caught on.  His real name
was Eubank Denver, but Swamp Thing hated that. Apparently he was only
called Eubank when he was going to be beaten.  His brothers and Dad called
him Boy, but that wasn't a real name. Swamp Thing was talking much more now
and even completing sentences. He had been sort of a pet.  He was turning
into a man.

Billy Joe asked if he's like to be called Lorenzo, after his
grandfather. Swamp Thing had never met his Grandfather, but we had a full
size nude version of him in the fountain.  That seemed to please Swamp
Thing.  Lorenzo was fine with him as was Lorry, his Grandfathers nick name.

Billy Joe was a minister and we had a christening with a party
afterwards. We got Lorry to wear clothes and everything.  He loved
it. Billy Joe did a nice ceremony, simple but heartfelt. Billy Joe knew
getting the residents to get use to the new name would be a problem, but he
had a plan. He got a large jar from the kitchen and marked it Lorenzo
Fines.

"Any one who uses Swamp Thing as Lorenzo's name owes a fine of a quarter,"
Billy Joe announced. He dropped in a quarter for using the old name. I had
put in a $1.25 by the end of the christening day. It filled up quickly at
first, but after a week or two the pace dramatically decreased.  The name
change was made.

The construction crew returned and began work on the superstructure.  With
the construction workers and the sculpture excavation the residents were
happy as could be. Happy and active was good for me too. Several men who
were borderline got better. Having something interesting going on helped
eliminate confusion.

Lorenzo continued his resident herding activities and Glenn came to trust
him. Lorenzo knew who was prone to wandering. He was a very active man and
continuous patrol was ideal for his activity level. He all but solved our
problem with Mr. Wallace. If someone was naked or nearly naked, Mr. Wallace
was near by.

The sculptures continued to dominate life in Mount Pleasant. Several men
were doing research on the sculptures. Dr. Davis and Frank helped them with
that and even took them to the University to look at the sculptor's work
there. Mr. Goodall discovered a reference to Nagy in a French website.
They sent letters to France. Four or five of them had taken French in high
school or college and they did group translations. That was better than
crossword puzzles.  Frank got some French dictionaries and text book from
the university for our use.

There was a dichotomy between the card file men and the computer literate
men. As far as I could tell everything in the card files was in a data file
and vice versa. Mr. Wallace's son got us some modern computers. A friend
had closed his business and we got almost new machines. He also got us some
digital cameras to that were a great hit with the residents.

During the course of the excavation I came to see the residents as men, not
as patients.  They were elderly and some were frail, but when there was
some real, challenging work available, they rose to the occasion. While
some worked on the actual excavation of the sculptures, other did research
and wrote papers and reports.

They researched sculpture restoration, Rodin and his students and
Maximilian Heisler. Dr. Davis and Frank came by to give guidance.  It
turned out to be a seminar, with my men presenting papers. Davis commented
on the high quality of the writing and the quality of the research.

Glenn noted that several of his guys were more active than they had been
and seemed better focused. That was because of the sculptures he
thought. Glenn and the nursing staff always referred to their patients as
the guys or the boys. They always referred to the patient by name and kept
a mental record of who liked what. Glenn played the Daddy, or the Coach for
the guys.

I had to guard against what Glenn called the patient-invalid syndrome. We
discovered several men had been miss diagnosed as borderline senility. Some
men had been depressed, or bored out of their minds. They were confused
because each day was exactly the same.

We discussed this at a staff meeting.  We had been doing a monthly birthday
party. Don, the head cook suggested individual celebrations.  He had
discovered Bro and Jesus loved to bake cakes.  Bro had a good relationship
with the men and found out their favorite foods. He individualized the
birthday celebrations.

The first of the new style parties was for Allan Newell, the organist and
friend of newly rechristened Lorenzo. When he got a spice cake with bourbon
icing, he cried he was so pleased. That had been after a dinner of Beef
Stroganoff with asparagus in a hollandaise sauce. It was a unmitigated
success.

Ed thought the sex was therapeutically helpful. "It's good to be a man,
even if you are in your 70s," he said. "We're all gay men who were sexually
active for most of our lives. I thought when I crossed the 70-year-old
barrier it was over. After my heart attack I was in the rehab center I was
despondent. There was nothing to look forward to. I still had the equipment
for sex, I just had no way to use it."

"I was your classic workaholic doctor. Unmarried I could fill in for the
other doctors on weekends and holidays," he explained. "My only real fun
was when a friend came by and we screwed like rabbits."

"Did you only have one friend?" I asked.

Dr. Ed smiled. "There were several over the years. At that time everyone
was closeted so it was very discrete," he said.  "One of my friends had a
taste for brawny construction workers. He was married so he brought them to
my house for fun and games. Some of then were pretty crude, but my friend
had a knack for converting them in to most satisfactory playmates.  I
developed an informal clinic for construction men.  They were big guys, but
awful chickens when it came to going to the doctor. I was acceptable for
obvious reasons."

"Was this a blow job and a prescription deal?"

"At first, but it grew in something more that that, medically and
sexually," Dr. Ed said. "They got to trust me and I was able to help them
more. They relaxed too and discovered what real man sex was like. It taught
them to take their time. Some of them turned out to be good at it."

"Were they all gay?"

"I'm not sure. Most were married.  I treated some of their families too,"
Dr. Ed said. "One guy came to me with a bad cut.  I sewed him up. He asked
if he had to blow me. Of course I said no. He looked relieved and left. Two
weeks later he came back to get the stitches taken out. I must have spent a
good half hour in his ass. He not only took my cock, he loved it."

"I take it you like the men building the pool?"

"God yes. It's a trip down memory lane for me. Rex, Doggy and Sammy have
all been satisfactory men, professionally as builders and as
playmates. Doggy had some bad sexual experiences in his youth, so it took
me a while to get him straight. He had some basic misunderstandings. I'm
afraid he was used badly as a teenager. I discovered he was basically a
top. One he realized that he was fine."

"He's a big man, that could be a problem," I said. Referring to his
impressive genitals.

"Doggy is a gentle and polite man," Dr. Ed said. "I've established he's 90%
deaf. I think he has average intelligence otherwise.  Obviously, no one
recognized the problem in his early years.  I've talked to Rex about it. He
was shocked and embarrassed he hadn't figured it out. I explained the top
aspect too. They thought he liked the bottom, but Doggy just thought that's
what he was supposed to do. That is being resolved too."

"Will that be a problem for the crew?"

"I rather doubt it," Dr. Ed replied. "They like Doggy. It will be fine."

As you would expect with a group of elderly men there was quite a range of
sexual approaches and capabilities.  A few were total non responders.
Several were lookers and talkers. They liked to watch but didn't
participate. There were some men, the cuddlers, who like to touch
only. They had romantic attachments but their cocks weren't working up to
par.  By far the largest group were those who actively enjoyed sex. As
Dr. Ed said, "Erections may come and go, but your mouth and ass always
work."

Rex, the superintendent of the construction workers, spent a lot of time
with Bill, the head of my grounds crew. Dutch, Samuel and Doggy lived in
MountPleasant itself as they built the pool.  Rex eventually moved in with
Bill.  The other men lived full time at the home and showered in the gang
showers.

Dutch was a watcher at first. He he liked to get blown and there were
several men who were more than willing. Samuel was also willing, but he
discovered Bro, Jesus and Brewster. They were younger men who got along
well. Samuel got hard easily, so he was popular both with the older men in
the showers and the staff.

Doggy scared some of the men at first. We are in the south and many had
never been with a naked Black man. Of course for other men he was a dream
come true. Once they broke the ice, all was well. When Dr. Ed discovered
the deafness problem, there was general concern among the residents. A good
percentage of the men suffered hearing loss, so they felt sympathy.

Dutch didn't talk much and he attracted the quieter men. He didn't suck
often, but if you sucked him he enjoyed it. He caressed the hair of the men
who sucked him and told them how nice it was. He always warned you then
when he was going to shoot. At first most of the men pulled away, but as
they got to know him better, more men took his load. He shot huge loads and
liked the attention he got when shot off.

Samuel loved being naked and showing hard. He didn't mind getting stroked
and fondling the men near him in the showers.  The real heavy duty sex was
with his pals. Guido liked Samuel as did Mr. Derringer. Derringer was a
former electrician with a bushy beard. He had been electrocuted and the
accident effected his motor skills. His mind was fine, but he needed to use
a walker. He was subject to unexpected falls. He was well endowed and the
accident missed that part of his anatomy.

Neither Guido nor Mr. Derringer had any problem getting hard and keeping
hard. When Mr. Derringer had his birthday party, Bro baked his favorite
cake, a double dutch chocolate confection. After the celebration Derringer
asked Brewster, Bro, Jesus, Samuel,Guido and me to his room for a drink. By
the luck of the draw, Derringer had a big room. His was above the
conservatory on the first floor and it had a bay window over looking the
mountains.

I later discovered Derringer had another motive and this had been planned
in advance. Samuel wanted to get together with Beau and Jesus, but had no
place to play. Derringer provided his room and got to watch with his
friend, Guido. Dr. Ed catered the affair. He provided a little blue pill
for each of the men. I knew Brewster didn't care about the age of his
playmates.  I hoped Bro and Jesus weren't hung up on younger men, since I
didn't want them to disappoint Guido and Derringer.

I was also afraid we had an over supply of tops.  I tend to bottom and I
assumed that was why I was invited. When I got there, Guido played door
man. He was already nude. Derringer was on the bed naked and erect. He was
thinner and younger naked than he was dressed. He tended to wear over sized
flannel shirts and quilted vests. He had a hairy chest, but it was ginger
and didn't show, his beard was almost all white. I couldn't see his cock
because Samuel was giving him a birthday blow job.

Bro and Jesus arrived as soon as they finished cleaning up in the
kitchen. Guido gave them their blue pills and they stripped. I assumed the
younger men didn't need the boost the pill gave them, but it didn't
hurt. The pills were somewhat of an aphrodisiac to me and I think it worked
the same way with them. Brewster was the last to arrive.

I had never been with Bro and Jesus before and knew nothing of their sexual
tastes or preferences. They seemed a little shy and unsure of what to do.
Brewster was a sexual spark plug and he got the ball rolling. He got on the
floor, licking and sucking every cock in reach. He made sure his legs were
spread and his hole was visible. Everyone knew what that meant.

Samuel broke away from Derringer and Bro quickly replaced him at the
birthday boy's cock. Derringer had a nice seven inch member. It was thin,
but had a good mushroom head. Bro was your basic Nordic god, tall blond and
muscular. He had six, thick inches.

Jesus was completely smooth except for a thick, black bush. He was more
Mayan than Spanish. His cock was rock hard and formed a crescent, bending
back to touch his navel. Samuel went to him. Guido and I joined them.

On the bed Bro face fucked Derringer as Brewster straddled the
electrician's cock, then sat on it. Derringer seemed to love sucking Bro's
,meat as Brewster did a pole dance on Derringer's cock. Bro got in the
sixty nine position so Derringer could take more of his while he sucked
Brewster.

When Derringer's cock slid into Brewster's ass I felt Jesus relax. Jesus
must have been looking for a signal that anal was on the table. Samuel was
sucking him as Guido rimmed him. "It looks like fun, doesn't it?" I
whispered to Jesus. Jesus was watching Brewster enjoy the cock in his
as. Jesus nodded.  "Are you a top? I asked. The smile on his face told me
that.

We rearranged ourselves and I sat on his cock. Guido fed Jesus his cock and
Guido and I shared Samuel's meat. Each of us was one side of a sexual
triangle.  Jesus' curved cock was an adventure. It wasn't very thick, so it
was easy to get in, but I soon discovered I was hooked. His knob poked my
prostrate and there was no way to escape. Every movement just shifted his
cock so it rubbed another part of my nut.

After a few minutes it was too much. I began to moan then shot off, Roman
Candle style. The four of us were coated in my cock cream.  I got off the
cock with difficulty. Much to my surprise Guido took my place. Guido was
mostly, if not exclusively, a top. He pulled his as cheeks apart and then
sat back. The Mayan cock head slipped through Guido's puckered sphincter.
It met a little resistance, then the remainder of the cock vanished in
Guido's ass.

You can't fake enjoying anal sex.  Either you do or you don't. Guido liked
the young man's cock.  He liked it a lot. As Guido got more enthusiastic,
the other men in the room relaxed and went with the flow. I hadn't been
sure the older men and younger men would get a long. As Guido squirmed on
Jesus' cock it was clear all was well. Everyone one in the room was willing
to give and to take. It was share and share alike.

Dr. Ed's little blue pill had an impact too. I had shot off shortly before,
but soon I was more than ready to play again. The difference in age
vanished as the pill worked its magic. I saw Derringer on the edge of the
bed taking Bro's cock.

There was a quiet knock on the door.  It was Glenn. He joined our merry
band. Once Jesus opened Guido's ass, Guido's ass remained open and
willing. Guido had fucked Glen many times, but had never taken the nurses
cock. Glenn tapped Jesus on the shoulder and took his turn at Guido's
hole.Glenn slowly eased his cock into the older man's ass.

It took two or three small thrusts to pop his head through the
sphincter. Glen's has a meaty member and it stretched Guido. I looked at
Guido's face. He had his eyes closed and a smile on his face. Glenn took
deep strokes. He pulled all the way out, then pushed deep. I could tell
when Glenn;'s head rubbed Guido's prostate, but the old man was happiest
when he was fully impaled.

Bro's cock glistened with lubricant as he looked for a new playmate. Samuel
was unoccupied, so he got the prize. Bro had a large, mushroom shaped head
on the end of a slim, but very hard shaft. Samuel winced when the head
popped in, but then sighed in pleasure as Bro pushed the knob deep into
Samuel's rectum. Bro would pound hard and fast for a short period, the slow
and go easy for a while. He worked up the the edge of a climax, then cooled
off just short of ejaculating.

I had a friend who thought the essence of male sex was quality cock time,
rather than the orgasm it self. My friend, Kirk, was a Professor of
philosophy and had interests in Eastern as well as Greek thought. When I
first met him he believed it was the long and slow build up to ejaculation
that was best, but he changed his mind later. He came to believe it was the
minute or seconds that just proceeded the orgasm that was best. A good
lover's job was to make this short period of time last longer, or to reach
that moment many times, without slipping over the edge and climaxing your
self or pushing your partner into an orgasm.

Bro seemed to understand that, as did Glenn. It was lovely to watch them
work. I could see they working up to near ejaculation then pull back at the
last minute. They were working with cocked and loaded weapons. At any
moment they could miss judge and climax. Derringer and Guido weren't just
passive partners. They were full participants in this game of sexual
roulette. A misjudgment would result in a flood of man seed in there asses.
The was a win-win situation.

I was taking Brewster doggy style when Samuel saw my exposed ass hole and
took me.  He caught me completely off guard and went way deep on the first
thrust. I don't know what happened for the next ten minutes. When I regain
my senses I knew I had drained my balls in Brewster's ass, but the loss had
been more than replaced by Samuel's seed.