Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2001 11:25:45 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Expeditiom 10 Expedition 10 By Bald Hairy Man, e mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com This story shares some characters with A Christmas Story and with Old Guys. It is pure fantasy with no effort at safe sexual practices. Some might recognize that I am interested in older men, often bearded and hairy. If you like beach bunnies, this is not the story for you. If you are underage, or uninterested in openly homosexual content, do NOT read this story. Bill went over and sat next to Ellis. He whispered some thing in the little man's ear. They both got up and left the room. I suddenly felt tired and sat back in the chair. I must have immediately fallen asleep. I woke at four in the morning and went to the toilets and then showered before going to my cot. Pedro came in and showered with me. They had divided the day into three watches and he had the eight to four in the morning shift. "Who is the small man?" He asked. "Ellis?" he shook his head. "Willy?" "The older one." "Catfish?" Pedro nodded. "He is small but every inch a man." Pedro said. "I would like to meet him." "Another ceremony?" I asked. Pedro looked embarrassed. "No, not a ceremony." He said. "Is it wrong to like man-sex for fun?" "Not in my book!" I said. "You saw him shoot, didn't you?" Pedro smiled. "I did." He said. "I have never seen anything like it." He paused. "I had never had Gringo seed before the ceremony. I think it is good. Do you think he would let me take his?" "I can't speak for him." I said. "But I doubt that he would have any problem at all." "Bears run with wolves." Pedro said. "You have three wolves, the twins and Catfish. Can you talk with them and see if they want to . . . play with me? No ceremony, only fun." "I will." I finished my shower and went back to bed. I woke at seven and there was a huge amount of work to be done. The children's chamber needed to be recorded but Willy was the only trained archaeologist who could fit in. Catfish and Jane had to do all the heavier work. Willy simply wasn't strong. We later found out that his diminutive size and fragility were due to a birth defect. Had we known that in advance he never would have been permitted on the expedition. That would have been a mistake. He fit into the chamber and knew exactly what he was looking at and the significance of the objects. He was a bottomless pit of book learning on the Mayans and he was a great fielded superintendent. With Clyde and Wilbur, the department of public works ditch diggers, worked in the big chamber and Catfish, the prison guard, in the other. We were dependant on unskilled labor. I was worried about it, but my fears were groundless. All three could do what they were told and were intelligent, sensible and hard working. Ellis was in a great mood. His time with Bill must have been successful, and he looked vigorous and was attacking the hieroglyphs with vigor. He was looking at the photographs of the glyphs on one lap top and was typing on another. Juan was drawing on his computer, Max and I were re measuring some items that were causing problems in the drawings. "I've got it!" Ellis cried. "I've figured it out." I went over to see what he had discovered. "Dates are easy to decipher, comparatively speaking. I can figure them out." He said. "It says this was built in AD 354. Linear B generally dates from the Bronze age in the Aegean, 1500-1250 BC. There is a huge gap." "1,500 to 2,000 years." Juan said. "This glyph means interred or buried." Ellis continued, pointing at the screen. "And this is a glyph that stands for repetitive action. Sometimes it means again, and other times it could be the prefix "re". I think this is a reburial of ancient objects. That could explain it." Ellis was a happy man. Another hieroglyphic specialist was to arrive the next day, but Ellis had figured out an important part of the history of the place already. We congratulated him and went back to work. Roberto would arrive that evening and we would open the big chamber tomorrow. Max and I walked around the site and surveyed the work. John and Bill had a good portion of the hieroglyphic wall re erected. This defined one edge of the huge platform. In the center of the platform was the square pavement with another hieroglyphic inscription. It was cleaned up now and you could see it clearly. "Look at that!' Max said. "It's forming a labyrinth." The sun had hit it in a way that made this clear. "A Minotaur yesterday, a labyrinth today!" He was right. It did look like a labyrinth. "I wonder if it can be solved?" I asked. "Could it show the locations of the chambers below?" We couldn't answer those questions so we returned to the main group. For a month and a half of work, an extraordinary amount of work had been accomplished and the site was impressive with even the small amount we had uncovered. I couldn't yet visualize the entire complex, but it certainly rivaled Tikal and Uxmal in architectural sophistication. Max, Bill and I spent the afternoon scouting out a location for a hotel. Our plan was to have it remote from the site in an area of no archaeological significance. Visitors would be bussed to the site. The site would be free of modern elements, especially the sound of motors and machinery. Alphonso was our guide. After the attempted kidnaping were weren't allowed to leave the site without protection. I knew that Pedro was interested in Catfish, Clyde and Wilbur. Alphonso was clearly interested in Max and Bill. I had spoken to the wolves, and at Alphonso's request I talked to Max and Bill. All of us were invited to a party at Pedro's camp that night after dinner. At dinner I explained this tribe's customs and traditions to the new comers. I was afraid some of the men wouldn't be interested. That was not a problem. Catfish summarized the attitude. "It's nice to think you can have some fun, get your rocks off, promote international harmony all at the same time!" He said. "Don't forget doing anthropological research!" Ellis added. He was laughing. "Do we need to take a pad for notes?" Wilbur asked. "I don't know if I can write with a cock in my ass." This provoked considerable comment, most of which wasn't very sophisticated. "You mean that you can write with your cock in someone else's ass?" Clyde asked. "My problem isn't the ass part, or the cock part. It's the writing part." Wilbur said. "My spelling not too good in English, God knows what it would be like in Mayan!" Everyone laughed. "I hate to be serious, but if you could come back with some Mayan words that approximate the English words cocksucker and ass fucker, I would really appreciate it." Ellis said. More laughter. "Even if you could give something phonetic!" "I don't know about homework!" Catfish said. "You can figure out the Mayan word for Donkey Dong!" Ellis said. "Like the Latin "Biggus Dickus, Horsus Hungus?" Sean suggested. "More like the Archeologicus Pedanticus Hornyensis, I would think." Ellis replied. "Be careful about flinging those Latin grammatical expressions around." Sean said. "More than one can play that game." "Well, I can't." Catfish said. "Don't worry." Ellis said. "Big cocks are a universal language." "I hope so." Catfish said. "It's never failed me yet." "If it ever fails, come to me for therapy!" Ellis said. "I'll kiss it and make it good again." We had run that conversation into the ground. Alphonso appeared to take us to the camp, so we left. Pedro had an encampment about a mile away. It was surprisingly close and remarkably hidden. I think you could have walked a yard away from it and missed it all together. It seemed to be a hut leaning against a rock out cropping. Inside the door was a tunnel through the rock to a larger cavern like room. It was perhaps 20 feet in diameter with a small fire burning in the middle and a natural stream running on one side of the space into a small pool. Pedro and his brother, Luis, who I had played with at the initiation ceremony, and the Commandante were in the room. Alphonso and a younger brother Esteban, entered with us. They were drinking beer and offered us some. I introduced everyone. There was a brief period of uncomfortableness but Pedro took charge of the wolves and /Alphonso carried off the bears. I was with the Commandante. "It's good to see you again." I said. "And under pleasant circumstances!" he said. "No kidnaping! It makes it much more relaxed!" I laughed. "I didn't know you got along with Pedro so well." I said this under my breath. The Commandante got close to me. "Truthfully. I had no idea of his importance to the tribe." he said. "Roberto told me about him. Everyone talks about the enmity between the Spanish and Indian populations. I don't feel it at all. Roberto doesn't either. Pedro and I have made a partnership. We work together now." "How close is this partnership?" I asked. "You remember I don't like to be fucked in front of my men?" he said. I nodded yes. "Well, that is what he wants to see. A big cock shooting into my ass will prove my Brotherhood, he says." "So this is a working meeting for you?" I said, smiling. "I don't mind mixing business with pleasure." he said with a smile. "Not at all. Pedro and I discovered that we shared the same interests. He found out that it wasn't only the ritual importance of male sex that interested him. He admits that he likes it. So do the other Indians here. These are the men who love it. It's not ritual and it's not just a substitute for women." On the other side of the room Clyde and Catfish were talking with Pedro and his brother. Pedro was feeling them out and Catfish and a grip on Pedro's basket. Bill and Max were with Alphonso and Esteban and they were getting along well. Wilbur joined the Commandante and me. Soon Pedro and Catfish were striping and Alphonso had Bill's shirt off and was licking the bear's tits. Bill was very masculine, beefy and pink. His blond hair now was white, but it was so thick that it shaded his skin. He always wore a shirt, I suspected he had trouble with the sun. Alphonso looked entranced. He was coco colored and the color contrast between him and Bill was striking. Catfish was shorter than Pedro, but thin and muscular. He was covered in brown hair, liberally mixed with white on his chest. There was hair everywhere, but I noticed that the thick chest mat connected o his equally tick pubic bush with a trail down the center of his gut. Pedro was hairless except for the bush, head and mustache. Catfish was tweaking Pedro's tits as Pedro stripped him. Pedro dropped to his knees as soon as he got to the donkey dong. Clyde was naked and was playing with Luis. "I've never been with a hillbilly before." the Commandante said. This brought me back to the trio I was with. "What do you know about hillbillies?" Wilbur asked. The Commandante smiled. "I've seen the Beverly Hillbillies and Petticoat Junction." he said. " And some Burt Reynolds' movies." Wilbur laughed. "That's a start." he continued to laugh. "When I was a kid, it was Ma and Pa Kettle. I guess Burt Reynolds is a step up. Did you know that hillbilly cock in your ass is considered a great delicacy in the United States?" "No. I'd never heard that!" the Commandante said in mock amazement. "Are you a top man?" "Truthfully speaking, I'm a cock man." Wilbur said in his strong Virginia drawl. "I can pitch and I can catch. Clyde, my brother is a cum hound. He really likes man scum, especially when it's fresh. I like it too, but I'm more even handed in my tastes." "I'm not sure I like the scum that much." The Commandante said. "But I sure like the dispenser." "Well be my guest." Wilbur said. Wilbur dropped his shorts and the Commandante dropped with them. "If you don't like scum, I'm the wrong guy for you. I ooze something horrible." he said, but it clearly wasn't a problem for the Commandante. He was in heat and attacked Wilbur's cock with no sign of hesitation. Wilbur drew me closer. "I like to fuck policemen." Wilbur said. "If they like to bottom, they are a treat. How is he?" "I've never done it my self, but I watched once." I said. "He seemed enthusiastic." On the other side of the room Pedro moaned. I looked over and Catfish had the Indian on his back and three fourths of the donkey dong had vanished in Pedro's ass. Pedro moaned again, then Alphonso echoed him. Bill was deep in Alphonso's hole. I was surprised at the speed that the group had met, said hello, stripped and began to fuck. The transition for meeting to intense sexual involvement was lightening fast. The lust spread like a wildfire and in moments Wilbur was probing the Commandante's ass with his hillbilly cock. I began it 69 with the Commandante while Wilbur thrust deep. If the pre cum spurting in my mouth was any indication, the Commandante was a happy man. Wilbur's every thrust was marked by a shot of fluid form the bloated cock I sucked. The Commandante had deep throated me, but I concentrated on his cock head. He was rock hard and the sensitive rim between the head and the shaft was exposed. The Commandante was losing control as I licked the rim and Wilbur rammed the prostate. We weren't well coordinated. I began to shoot with my cock deep in the Commandante's throat. He flooded my mouth with cum and Wilbur pulled out and sprayed my face and the Commandante's balls with cum. I could hear Pedro and Alphonso moaning as Bill and Catfish continued to ram them. We had all shot off within the first fifteen minutes of meeting and I was afraid that the night was over. Pedro, Catfish and the twins had other ideas.