Date: Fri, 8 Oct 2021 22:34:47 -0400
From: Bob <rwinarch47@gmail.com>
Subject: The Alpine Institute

The Alpine Institute for Male Health
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to
winarch47@yahoo.com

Dr. Willard Williams founded the Alpine Institute. He was a real doctor
with a degree from a respected institution. He went on to specialize in
psychiatry. His partner, Rudolph was a certified physical therapist and
masseur. Willy was not into the blood and germs aspect of medicine. Willy
was a member of an old, wealthy family. He was attentive to his unmarried
uncles and aunts and inherited both money and a large country house, Eden,
from them.

Eden sat on five hundred acres on the side of a mountain and had beautiful
views. Willy was intelligent and personable. He was also lazy. He did work,
but not that much.

The Alpine Institute treated male problems. These problems were usually
sexual and were related to sexual orientation. He dealt with closet cases
and worked to reduce stress and anxiety. I am Lancaster Montrose. Dad
believed an impressive name would help me get better jobs. I am the
building manager for the Institute, i.e., the head janitor. The name didn't
seem to help.

Eden had the Alpine Institute offices, a medical suite, a library, and a
dining room on the first floor. The second floor had bedrooms for overnight
stays, a gym and exercise room, a massage suite, and showers, a hot tub and
sauna. There were ten single room, and four doubles. The rooms were for
patients who needed a rest.

Willy's clients were gay men who were too frightened to have a sexual
relationship; gay men were guilt ridden because they had sexual relations
with a man, or gay men who had to be coerced in to having the sex they
wanted by a dominant man. Willy was blessed with an ability to tell the
difference between a problem and serious mental illness. That usually
involved suicidal danger to the client, or physically harming their
partners. He knew doctors who specialized with those illnesses.

Willy said he specialized in normal garden variety problems. His usual
advice was for a man to rest, relax and let nature take its course. Some
rooms had private baths, but most only had a toilet and a lavatory.

His clients realized that the Institute had facilities that accommodated
50% of the scenarios for gay porn videos. While clients and staff were
conventionally dressed on the first floor, Willy emphasized the need to be
natural and free on the second floor. The institute provided jocks for the
shy men. Some were leather for the men so inclined.

When you stayed at the institute, you had a physical and testing at the
medical suite. This insured that you had no major medical problems. They
checked for infectious diseases. Willy was a medical doctor, and he had a
nurse, Rod, who assisted him. Rod did the rectal exam, and he also let the
patients know they were disease free and as were their bodily fluids.

Some of the men who stayed for a weekend or weekly rest were not sexually
sophisticated, but they all realized what disease free meant. They could
stop worrying about that.

Rod told me that information was enough to relieve a quarter of the men of
their major concern. We had a strict no phone rule in the institute. We had
old fashioned phones in the room, but there were no cameras or microphones
on the second floor.

As the head janitor, three rednecks and a college dropout worked for
me. Skeeter, Raleigh, and Bobby-Joe were hard working guys. They tended to
look like something the cat dragged in, but they were dependable. Willy
paid well. Raleigh had a back problem due to a construction accident,
Bobby-Joe was uneducated, and Skeeter was nearing sixty. This was a dream
job for them, not much work and good pay.

Moonshine, the college dropout, made a bad batch of his home brew. He was
Rudolph's nephew and there was hope he could become fully functional
again. Rudolph told me that he had been a know-it-all asshole before the
bad batch. He hoped that if he recovered, he would be a better
person. Moonshine loved the power mower. With five hundred acres to take
care of, he was a happy man.

I am a forty-year-old bearded, bald guy. Willy says I looked like a poorly
groomed gorilla. I am heavy set and sweat any time the temperature is above
sixty. I had been a good tackle on the high school football team. Being a
good tackle is like being an adequate artist, useless.

We had one full time masseur, Thomas. He was fifty and had two apprentices,
Henry, and Bobby. They were younger looking and cute. Henry looked as if he
were eighteen. He was twenty-four. Bobby was thirty years old man from Viet
Nam. He could pass for being twenty years old.

Martin ran the gym. He was good looking, muscular and gung ho. Everyone
liked Marin. He would encourage you to do more, but not too much more.

I doubted that the Alpine Institute would make a go of it. It struck me as
too specialized. I eventually realized that I am not equipped to be an
entrepreneur. I could not have been more wrong. I had been working there
for a month when we had reservations for next six months. The gay
communication network is incredibly efficient.

There are closeted gay men who needed help and guidance. Willy gave them
what the needed. His scheme failed in one way. The rest cure stay in the
rooms was not particularly restful for the men. Few men stayed in the room,
but the spa type facilities were popular.

I didn't know why Willy hired me. We had met two months earlier and had a
good time. We met again and he apologized that he hadn't remembered my
name. I would have been insulted if the sex had not been so good. After I
fucked him, he told me I had a stealth cock. He had hardly noticed it when
it slipped into him, but when I began to ejaculate, every spurt and twitch
was pure pleasure. He felt that his ass had been power washed.

Two weeks later I was hired. I thought I was to be his middle-aged boy
toy. That didn't happen. I was busy getting things working right at the
institute and had few sexual encounters.

Things were going along well when he called me to office.

"Lancaster, you have worked wonders for the institute, and I admire your
ability to get so much done. When I first met you, I noticed that you
possess superb sexual skills. As you know Randolph and I are partners and
we rarely stray," he said. "He noticed your load in my ass. I confessed. He
fucked me and then shot off in me and licked the sperm drooling from my
ass."

"I was hoping you could help me with a patient. He craves sex but can only
indulge in his passion when forced to do it by a domineering man. He wants
to be forced and dominated. You look the part. I was frightened when me met
and then overjoyed at your tender sexual skills," he continued. "I suspect
my patient would feel the same. The man needs some tender therapy."

"Is this part of my duties here?" I asked.

"Of course not. That would undo all our work if the patient thought it
wasn't voluntary," he said.

"Would you think I'm a horny bastard if I helped him?" I asked.

"No. I think you are helping a gay man find himself," he
said. "Incidentally, if Randolph comes on to you. Help him out if you feel
the urge."

I said I would help. The patient's name was George and he showed me a
picture of him. "He goes to the sauna at seven thirty or so. He feels it is
more degrading if there is an audience," he added. "I'm not sure if you
know it, you aren't conventionally attractive, but the cave man look is a
turn on to me and I would bet it would be exciting for the other men."

"I'm not sure I need excitement like that," I said.

Willy smiled. "Lancaster, I know that's not true, and you know that's not
true too," he said. "As doctor I strongly recommend you let more joy into
your life."

The next day I went to the exercise area. Martin gave me an official Alpine
jock. It was too small, so I went commando. George arrived a half hour
later. He was wearing the Alpine jock. George was in good shape but was
pale and thin. I went off to the sauna. He followed.

"I'm afraid I sweat like a pig," I said.

George looked at me, "Sweat is dripping from your cock," he said.

"Once and a while a nice guy licks it up," I said.

"From the floor?" he asked.

"That would be unsanitary," I said. "They lick it from my cock." I was
standing and moved closer to George. He leaned over and licked the tip of
my knob.

"It's slightly bitter," he said.

"If you work on it, you may get the sweeter stuff," I said. George took my
knob into his mouth.

A man I didn't know came in the sauna. "Am I interrupting something?" he
asked.

"We're just relaxing," I said. "Take a seat."

"The view is better standing up," he said. "Is that a problem?"

"We're all men. It's no problem," I said. George continued sucking.

The man was wearing a jock. He was erect. "Damn, your cock is big, Is it
big enough for two? I'm Russ." He was about fifty with a hairy chest and a
treasure trail to his bush. He was uncut.

"George, are you willing to share?" I asked.

"If you want me too, Daddy?" George said.

"Join in Russ. By the way if the creamy sticky stuff shoots, George gets
it," I said.

"I'm not sure I want it," George said.

I had a suspicion that Russ would have no problem taking it. "Now George,
when a guy offers you his special sauce, it's rude to turn down the offer,"
I said.

"If he doesn't want it, I have another hole that can take it," Russ
said. George looked up at me and smiled.

George got up and sat next to me. Russ was trying to swallow my cock.

Do either of you have a more private place to get more intimate?" I
asked. Russ shook his head; he was sharing a room with friends.

"I have a room," George said. We went to the showers, rinsed off and went
to George's room.

George looked nervous, but he was still more erect than soft. "George, we
are three men with three mouths, cocks, ass holes and six balls filled with
cum. I think we're going to rearrange things, sharing some things and
trading others," I said. "I like to top and bottom. What are your tastes,
Russ?"

"I mostly suck and top. I have an itch in my ass that may need
attention. How about you George?" Russ asked.

"I'm not sure I know enough to say," he said. "Men sure look like they
enjoyed it in the videos."

"I was hoping I would get my private parts into your private parts," I
said. "Russ why don't I sixty-nine with George while you work your cock
into my behind?"

George got on the floor. I sucked his tool as I draped my cock over his
mouth. There was a little hesitation, but when I sucked him, he copied my
sucking style. Russ coated his cock in lube and placed his knob at my hole.

"It won't fit!" George cried.

"Russ knows what he is doing," I said.

Russ made a quick thrust and rested his knob at my sphincter. "Ready?" he
asked. He made a hard thrust and popped past my sphincter. "Damn it good! I
had forgotten how warm and tight a man's ass it. It's fucking beautiful!"
He said.

I must have oozed some precum, because George was sucking vigorously, and I
tasted his precum for the first time. A few minutes later we broke apart to
catch our breath.

We were surprised when one of George's friends came in, Lowell. If anyone
was born to be a meek, shy librarian, it was Lowell. I later found out he
was a librarian in a rare book room of a university library. He looked at
the three of us and asked, "Is there room for one more?" I told him there
was.

He took off the jock he was wearing, and his long cock was cradled between
low hanging balls. Lowell looked at me. "I've seen you around, I didn't
know you were a gorilla."

"Is that a problem?" I asked.

"I've dreamed about being fucked by King Kong," he said. "You are a dream
come true."

I had my beeper clipped to my towel. It went off and there was an
emergency. I raced off, but not before Lowell asked, "A raincheck for
tomorrow?" I nodded and went off to get my clothes.

A tree had fallen across the main access road to the institute. There had
been a thunderstorm two days earlier. The tree must have been damaged then
but didn't collapse until wind came from the wrong direction. Most of my
guys had gone home, but Moonshine and Bobby-Joe were still at the
Institute. Moonshine liked power mowers, but he loved chainsaws.

He was a wild and crazy guy, but he was good with a chainsaw and had good
judgment on the right order to remove branches. I called the highway
department and they sent over a big machine to roll the trunk out of the
way. This took half the night, and I went home at three in the morning and
got back to the Institute at nine. The tree was gone by noon.

I saw Russ in the halls. I mentioned to Russ that the sauna would be good
for my aching muscles that evening. He smiled and said he would tell George
and Lowell. The rest of the day was quiet, and I felt good.

I saw Lowell a little later. He said he liked meeting me the night
before. "I've seen some exciting videos and I didn't believe guys would do
that sort of stuff. I didn't think I could do what the stars did. Russ told
me you need to find a cock you want up your ass," he explained. "George
wants it too, but he too uptight to ask for it." He went off, and I went to
see Willy and told him what happened the night before. He was pleased. He
thought Lowell and George were ready to accept sexual reality and admit
they liked men.

After work I showered and went to the sauna. I felt good, but my muscles
thought the fallen tree of the night before was near their limit. Russ
arrived with a man I didn't know named Ed. Ed was Russ's age, in good shape
and was semi-erect.

Russ introduced Ed to me. "Did I mention my pals are friendly?" Russ asked
me. I was sitting and leaned over and licked Ed's cock. George and Lowell
came in next. Lowell sucked Russ's cock and George went for mine. George
was distinctly more enthusiastic than before. Since I was sucking Ed's
cock, I was having sex in stereo, with a cock in my mouth and my cock in
George's mouth.

Ed was uncut and I tasted dried precum as I peeled back the skin.

"I was playing with Russ before I came here. Do you mind a used cock?" Ed
asked. I deep throated him in reply to his question.

"Russ told me you like it in the ass," Ed continued. "I haven't fucked a
guy in four years. Could I give you a poke and see if everything is in
working order?" I was agreeable so I moved to the sixty-nine position with
George. That gave George a good view. I wasn't surprised that Ed remembered
how to fuck.

"Damn, he's twitching! Is he ejaculating in you?" George asked. He was
surprised.

"He's just lubricating the tunnel of love," I replied. Lowell was next in
line. He had an oversized cock and Ed's sperm made entry easy. Lowell's
cock was huge and pleasurable. I stopped thinking and just reacted. George
was watching and tasting my reaction. When Lowell shot off and pulled out,
George stopped sucking. He was taking the sperm that drooled from my ass.

George and I rearranged ourselves. I nudged my cock into his ass. He
shifted his legs to give me better access. I made a single hard thrust and
my entire cock was in him.

"Are you okay?" Russ asked. George moaned and moved his legs even wider. A
little later I was on my back and George was sitting on me, bouncing on my
cock as he stroked his cock. Russ, Ed, and Lowell were watching,
encouraging George. George let everything hang out both physically and
emotionally. He began to shoot off seconds after I began to rear load
him. He bent over to kiss me, and my cock popped out of his ass. Lowell
came over and licked up my fresh sperm as it drooled from George's ass.

I fell asleep. It had been a long day. While I slept, Lowell and Russ
fucked George as George fucked Ed. Eventually there was a general exchange
of affection and sperm between the men.

I work up around mid-night and went home. I fell asleep again and just
barely made it to work at eight. Willy came to our shop and thanked the men
for the extra work on the tree removal. He was good about that sort of
thing and my men appreciated being noticed. It was Monday which was the
usual day new men came to the Alpine Institute, so we had to get all the
rooms ready by three in the afternoon, so we were busy. We had sheets
delivered from the laundry first thing and we delivered the used sheets the
next morning.

Things would get broken or damaged over the weekend. We understood that
things happen. Some guys try to hide broken or damaged thing. That is a
pain. Luckily, my guys are good about problems. Someone had diarrhea and
hid the sheets in a drawer. That was a mess and we had to get specially
marked containers to warn the Laundry about the problem. That delayed the
cleanup.

I sent the men home at the usual time since they had been working a lot of
overtime and needed to rest. I was finishing the last room when the new
occupant arrived. He was surprised, I introduced myself and told him I was
finishing the checklist for the room. This was the room where the diarrhea
incident occurred, and we had to replace the mattress and do super duty
airing.

It was a single room with a half bath. The man asked how to get to the
showers. I said I was going that way and I would show him. His name was
Sean and he said that would be nice. "A friend of mine said this was a nice
place," he said.

I smiled and said we did everything to make it nice.

"He told me it was fun, but the dress code was informal," Sean said. "I'm
not sure my body is at its best informally dressed." I assumed he knew that
nudity was common.

"I wouldn't worry about that," I said. "No one here is hung up on fashion!"

We got to the showers. Sean said he could use a rinse. It was hot in the
car.

I said I could use a clean-up too adding, "I hate sticking to the
upholstery in the car." I stripped and Sean stripped behind a row of
lockers.

When he saw me in the showers, he exclaimed, "Shit, I thought I was a
hairball. You belong in a museum!"

I laughed. Sean had a hairy chest and treasure trail to his bush. I don't
think he had been a smooth, teenage heart throb, but he was never asked to
be the centerfold in a gay caveman porn magazine.

"I don't believe I said that. I don't know what got into me. I've never
been that rude, I'm sorry," he said.

I looked at his crotch. "Do you have a gun in your pocket or are you glad
to see me?" I said paraphrasing Mae West. Sean was rock hard and then burst
out laughing.