Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2009 05:26:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mount Pleasant 6

Mount Pleasant 6

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.


We had a nice peaceful stretch at Mount Pleasant as we excavated the
fountain. No one wandered off, no one died and no one did anything
stupid. Even though Lorenzo, formerly know as Swamp Thing, was close to
being a feral child, his herding abilities were second to none.  He kept
anyone from wandering.

Dr. Davis visited to check up on the progress of the excavation.  Usually
he came with Frank. Frank liked Lorenzo, and if truth be told, he more than
liked Lorenzo. They were spectacularly miss matched, but love isn't too
rational. We allowed, and indeed encouraged, family and friends to take the
residents home for weekends, or take them on vacations. Frank came to me
and asked if he could take Lorenzo home for a weekend and if we would allow
Lorenzo to an artists model for several students. "We'd pay the going
rate," he said. "His body is a sculptor's dream."

Frank knew Lorenzo's quirks as well as anyone, so I decided to give it a
try. The trip was a great success from both Lorenzo and Frank's
perspective. Lorenzo came back with $150.00. That was the most money he had
ever seen. With no family and no money, he was entirely dependent on Mount
Pleasant.  He couldn't buy things like candy bars and such things on his
own. This was a fortune for him.

Frank had a partner back in Charlottesville. The partner, whose name was
Luke, liked Lorenzo as much as Frank did. Luke was a sociology PhD
candidate and thought he had hit the mother load with Lorenzo.  Lorenzo was
a dissertation on the hoof. There was one fly in the ointment. Luke liked
sex with Lorenzo as much as Frank did.  This was fine for Lorenzo who was
used to group play any way, but it screwed up any learned papers in him by
Luke.  You aren't supposed to sleep with the subject of your papers.

Briefly I was worried Frank and Luke were using Lorenzo, but then realized
that was silly. Lorenzo was self reliant and no shrinking violet,
especially sexually. He was a top. Frank told me the sketches of Lorenzo
had been wonderful, but the nights had been even better. "Luke and I had a
good relationship, but it got better," Frank explained. "You can get into a
rut.  For years Luke has been fucking me.  Lorenzo mounted him the first
night and it was magic. Luke didn't know what had hit him."

I had to make a trip to Charlottesville to go to a meeting, so I gave
Lorenzo a ride to Frank and Luke's place.  I trusted Frank, but it's never
a bad idea to check up on things.  Thy lived on the remains of a big farm
to the south of the town.  The house was bungalow, but there was a good
sized barn to the rear that was Frank's studio. I dropped Lorenzo off and
went to my meeting.

When I returned I met Luke.  He was a big, beefy man notably well dressed
and perhaps ten years older than Frank.  He was bearded, and would have
looked a bit like a lumberjack if it wasn't for his Brooks Brother's
clothes. He said they were in the studio. We walked about 150 feet and went
in.  From the outside it was a big red barn, inside it was totally
renovated to be a sculptor's studio. There were several large blocks of
stone as well as a kiln.  The roof had been opened up with skylights. I
realized Luke must be a wealthy man. Frank didn't strike me as being
loaded.

Lorenzo sat in the middle of the room, naked and basking in the sun.  Frank
was with three other men, all doing clay sculptures of Lorenzo. "Take a
break everyone," Frank said. "I'd like you to meet Woody Smith. He's the
director of Mount Pleasant and has been a great supporter of the effort to
restore the fountain sculptures."

Two of the men were in their 20s; one was my age.  They were all big men.
I assume small sculptos are a rarity. Frank introduced me to Professor
Goode, he was the older man, John Jones and Cal Deventer. They were
students, I assumed. John went off to get some drinks and we chatted.  When
John returned he took a drink to Lorenzo first and then to us. I knew
Lorenzo liked chocolate milk and that is what he got.  John also brought a
bowl of fruit that included Lorenzo's favorite apple, a Granny Smith.

We looked at the clay models and they all seemed good to me.  Several were
realistic, but all captured Lorenzo's persoality. The other men gave
critiques of the works. The criticisms were well considered and well
received and the men got along. They seemed professional in their comments,
not at all personal.  Lorenzo made some comments too.  In Goode's sculpture
the genitals were slightly enlarged. Lorenzo liked that. After the break
the men returned to sculpting.

I went on a walk around the farm.  On the other side of the barn was a new
swimming pool. Luke came out to see me. "Lorenzo is quite a find,"he
said. "He has one of those bodies that is a sculptor's dream."

"Do you sculpt?"

"I wish I did," he said. "I was an Art Major in college. I loved it, but I
also realized I had no talent. Fortunately Frank has enough talent for both
of us."

"How long have you been together?"

"Almost eight years now," Luke said. "We hit it off immediately, but Frank
was worried he would be regarded as a kept boy. He moved in only after he
sold his first work. I think Frank told you, Lorenzo has been good for us."

"As far as I can tell, you've been good for him too," I said.

"He seems to be a child of nature, Luke said. Hen leaned close to me. "He
would love to have some fun with the other sculptors, but that hasn't
happened."

"Are they interested?" I asked.

"They certainly are," Luke said. "Lorenzo is physically attractive, but
very much a sexual creature. That why there are no women students
here. They might not understand. Frank hand picked these men. They are open
minded and can accept some of Lorenzo's oddities.  Lorenzo has fondled Cal
and Professor Goode, but they are worried they might be taking advantage of
him."

"We had the same concerns at Mount Pleasant," I said. "As you know, Lorenzo
is mostly a top.  I'm afraid he might want to take advantage of them."

Luke smiled. We understood each other. "I was thinking of having a little
pool party later this afternoon. Would you like to join us?"

"I don't have any trunks," I said.

"Actually none of us has trunks," Luke said. "I'll see if the other
sculptors would like to join us."

I came as no surprise to me that John, Cal and Goode all came to the pool
party.  We got to the pool, stripped naked and jumped in. Lorenzo was happy
as a lark. I think it was like being home with his brothers and Daddy
skinny dipping in a pond. Lorenzo doesn't possess a shy bone in his
body. He fondled cocks under water and sucked the cocks of the men on the
side of the pool. There was none of that uneasy time between meeting a
potential playmate getting him in bed. It didn't occur to Lorenzo there was
any thing wrong with sucking a cock.

No one else seemed to think it was a problem either. Apparently the
sculptors knew of each other's sexual preferences, but had never played
together. Not only had they not played together, they had never played in a
group. Fortunately they were both adaptable and open minded. With Lorenzo
acting as the sexual spark plug there was no option. His enthusiasm
combined with normal curiosity carried the day.

Lorenzo went for Goode first.  Goode was tall and muscular.  He worked in
stone, so his torso was massive.  Moderately hairy, he was his uncut cock
nestled in a thick bush of gray hair. At first glance he was all balls and
hardly any cock. It was soon clear he has a grower, not a shower. Lorenzo
got his cock hard and then snagged John as he swam next to him.  John was a
ruddy, red headed man. His cock was cut and always hard as far as I could
tell.  Lorenzo alternated sucking them.

Lorenzo was like a boy in a ice cream parlor, he went for Cal next. John
slipped back in the pool and took care of Goode's erect member. For
Lorenzo, Goode's cock was just a cock, for John it was his former
professor's meat.  He sucked it with relish.  Goode looked a little shocked
at first, but soon adapted to the new circumstances.

Luke sucked me as I sat on the edge of the pool. I think he was just being
a polite host. He was a good sucker, but not exceptional.  Frank came up
behind him and put his hands on Luke's shoulders.  I was pretty sure his
cock was in contact with his partner's hole. The physical contact with his
lover improved Luke's sucking style immensely.  By now everyone was
involved.

Sometimes the planets are in prefect alignment. I think Lorenzo hyper
sexual nature, combined with his innocence carried the day.  Lorenzo loved
sex, but he was a child of nature.  Sex wasn't a moral issue, it was a
enjoyable way to spend time.  Lorenzo gave and took in equal measure. He
enjoyed getting fucked as much as he enjoyed fucking, and he never
considered the possibility he would not please his playmates. Sex was a way
to show affection and friendship.

In the studio I noticed the artists liked him and it seemed as if he was a
part of the group. I suspected most of the men were attracted to each
other, although in our society, their relationship wasn't sexual. When it
turned sexual, it seemed natural and right. No one in the group was male
model like pretty. Their muscles were due to working in stone and other
heavy materials,

They didn't strike me as sexual men, but they obviously enjoyed men and sex
with men.  They were all well acquainted and took their time and savored
the sexual connection.  John had sucked Goode's cock gingerly, but when
Goode returned the favor it was more of a gentle toying with the younger
man's organ.  In he bright sunlight I could see beads of precum dripping
for John's cock.  Not a single drop touched the concrete deck.  Goode's
tongue intercepted each drop.

"You have a beautiful cock," the professor said.

"It's pretty average." John replied.

"It's the color," Good explained.  "The copper colored bush, pink skin and
lavender cock head. I never considered the color combination before."

John laughed.  "I think you've been teaching art too long!"

Goode smiled. "Maybe you're right.  It's beautiful though and it tastes
better than it looks." The professor was soon milking the sweet man juices
from John's cock. From the look on John's face I knew he would soon be
feeding Goode some of his thick man cream.

I heard Luke moaning. Lorenzo interests had progressed from sucking to
fucking and Luke was the first recipient of his rod. Luke was on his back
as Lorenzo slid his cock into the ass. Lorenzo had Luke's legs spread wide
and hole wide open. Lorenzo like to pull out between each thrust and watch
the ass respond. Luke seemed to like that too. Luke was so dapper and
proper it was a shock to see him so exposed.

Luke was also totally at ease with the situation. It was as if being naked
and fucked by a slightly crazed, sex manic mountain man was the most
ordinary thing in the world. You could see the pleasure he felt as
Lorenzo's cock pounded him.  I have noticed the intensity of a group sex
situation picks up when the fucking starts. This little pool party was no
exception.

When Lorenzo pulled out of Luke's ass Frank filled the void.  Lorenzo moved
on to Cal, but this time Lorenzo got on his hands and knees and wiggled his
ass. Cal knew an invitation when he saw it. Cal was in his late 20s and had
the build of a line back and the slightly asymmetrical face of a
wrestler. H was a fur ball, with a continuous coat of dark brown hair from
his beard to his toes.  His cock seemed to be hidden somewhere inn his
thick bush. It wasn't hidden anymore. Cal had a long and thick telephone
pole.  The head was the same size as the shaft and it was absolutely
straight.

I had been sucking Cal's cock when Lorenzo came over, so it was spit lubed.
Cal positioned his cock at Lorenzo's hole, then grabbed his shoulders and
pulled Lorenzo onto his member.  Lorenzo's eye rolled back as the shaft
penetrated deeper into his body. Lorenzo was no virgin and this was
special. I'm not sure he knew there were still new feelings in his ass, but
Lorenzo was one happy man.

By now John was giving Goode's prostate a nice massage with his cock and
the older professor was obviously enjoying it. I took Lorenzo home around
seven. It had been a good day for him and for me. Frank and Luke treated
Lorenzo as a relative. They took him home and came by to visit
regularly. When Lorenzo got the flu, they came by to nurse him. They were
much more attentive than the real relatives of some of our residents, like
Elvis and Ellington.

Elvis and Ellington were our youngest residents and were improving to a
stunning degree. Our nurse Saul and residents Junie and Kirk efforts at
rehab had born fruits. Both of the younger men responded to treatment and
were beginning to fully function as men again. Saul pointed out they got
Elvis and Jonesy to function sexually as men and the rest of them followed
suit.

"It may sound odd, but things got much better after Elvis fucked Junie the
first time," Saul said. "That's when he realized his life wasn't over
because of the accident." Elvis and Ellington were active in the
excavation. Ellington had been an electrician and he discovered how the
fountain had been originally been illuminated. He got interested in Mount
Peasant's original electrical system and discovered how it had
functioned. The house had its own dynamo, and another resident wrote a
paper on this early approach to electric service.  ]the paper got accepted
by a learned journal. Ellington was listed as the co author. He was pleased
to no end.

Elvis' father had no interest in his son's progress. He was particularly
sour. He would visit once every three months and stay for a half hour.  He
was always on his way somewhere else. It was lucky that Kirk and Junie were
more than willing to play the fatherly role. Neither had been married or
had children and Elvis was the perfect child. They both loved him and
protected him. They never considered or treated him as a seriously brain
damaged man. They treated him as he had been before the accident.

Samuel, one of the construction workers, took a shine to Elvis. Kirk was
afraid Elvis would get too attached to Samuel and then Samuel would
leave. Elvis was quite child like emotionally, and this worried Kirk. It
was a complicated balancing act. Sexually Elvis wasn't a child and he was
turned on by the construction worker who was his age.

When Samuel left during a lull in the construction he sent Elvis cards and
notes. The relationship resumed when he returned. As the construction
process on the pool began to wind down, Samuel took Elvis on a trip to
Kings Dominion. That was a unqualified success from Elvis' point of
view. Of course I knew Samuel and Elvis's relationship wasn't
platonic. Elvis loved sex and that was an essential part of his life.

Samuel came to me as they were about to leave the pool construction for
another project. He wanted to know if he could visit Elvis and perhaps take
him home for weekends and holidays.

"What I really would like to do is to take him home and take care of him,"
Samuel said. "I just don't think that's possible. I have to work and he
needs too much care. I couldn't spent the time Junie and Ellington do in
rehab.  They're saints!" This arrangement seemed to me was close to being a
perfect arrangement.  Elvis went on a weekend with Samuel at his apartment
in Northern Virginia and it was a success. Being in an apartment with a man
his own age was good for him.  He felt like a man not a patient.

Samuel said then spent most of the time eating, sleeping, watching
television and fornicating. "This may sound strange, but it was the best
sex I've ever had," he said. "The things Elvis can do, drives me wild.  I
don't know what it is."

"Once and a while you find a person who is a perfect fit," I said. "I've
known men who just hit the fight spots."

"Sex was fun with Elvis here, but in my apartment it was wonderful."

"It may be you relaxed. I've know some guys who find sex in a hotel
exciting," I said. "You may have noticed I like sex in the shower room and
steam rooms.  That's something new for me, but the sound of running water
gets me going now. As Elvis recovers he wants to feel like a whole man.  I
bet your apartment is a sign he well enough to function in the real world."

"My neighbor had a dog and Elvis loved him," Samuel said. "It was odd.
Most of the time the dog is overly rambunctious.  He seem to know Elvis
wasn't as steady on his feet as he might be, and he calmed down. My
neighbor let us go to the park with Robber, the dog. It was great. The dog
and Elvis had a good time."

Robber turned out to be an important part of Elvis' life.  Samuel's
neighbor was to be sent to Afghanistan and Samuel brought the dog and his
owner, Captain Woodward, to Mount Pleasant on a visit. Robber was a young,
very big, chocolate Labrador. Well named, Robber didn't actually steal
things, but anything that fell on the floor was a goner. I wouldn't have
described him as rambunctious. He was busy, cheerful and had a near perfect
sense of human capabilities.

Elvis was in heaven, the other residents were much taken by the dog. Samuel
had been reading up on therapy dogs and thought Robber had that
potential. Woodward was a somewhat up tight officer who was deeply attached
to the animal. He hadn't been able to find anyone to take him. When I said
Robber was a big dog, I meant big.  Woodward was a jogger and Robber was
use to six mile a day runs.

Robber had to good sense to charm Glenn and Saul. Robber's mother had
trained him well. He had this concerned and worried look when to talked to
him. Robber wanted to please. Glenn took him to meet some of our more
problematic patients. One of the men who was becoming vegetative
immediately perked up when he saw the animal. For fifteen minutes he was an
alert four-year-old boy with a dog. Glenn was overjoyed.

Samuel was a smart man and had guessed this would happen.  Robber was
ours. The actually had all of Robber's things in the trunk. Woodward was
relived and grateful.  I assumed he would take the dog back when he
returned, but he said the dog was ours. "I don't think you should change
masters too many times. My life is too much for a good dog," Woodward said,
"He loves it here." Robber was frolicking in the yard and exploring. Samuel
and Woodward left and we had a dog.

Robber was well trained and spent the night with Elvis, but was friendly
with all the men. He was willing to help Lorenzo with his herding chores,
and he helped Bill deal with vermin and other animals. Dr. Ed said Robber
established a defensive perimeter delimited by a ring of piss.  Inside that
perimeter was his kingdom.  Badgers and Ground hogs were banished from the
property. Robber didn't object to deer but he liked them at a
distance. That was good for our shrubbery and the orchard.

Robber was a working dog. He woke up and went out. He vanished into the
woods to take care of business.  We never found a turd on the property.
Then he checked the perimeter pissing when the sent wasn't strong
enough. When he returned to the house he would greet everyone and watch the
dining room floor for falling food.  Saul, Glenn or Elvis would take him to
visit some of the residents.

The rest of the day was up to him, but Robber was busy. He could retrieve
sticks for hours on end. This was good exercise for out residents. Some who
were quite sedentary would get out and throw a stick.  The longer the throw
the better from Robber's point of view and some men who were weak got to be
able to toss the stick a considerable distance. They wanted to please
him. Robber was always pleased.

The completion of the pool was a big event.  We had an open house on a
Sunday afternoon and had very good attendance. There were friends and
family everywhere.  Lorenzo was at Frank's place during the afternoon
event, but we were going to have another party that evening to thank the
construction workers. That was a different type of party all together.