Date: Sat, 5 May 2001 13:31:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Expedition 11 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. Expedition 11 By Bald Hairy Man, e mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@excite.com We drank some beer and talked for a while. Clearly close encounters of a genital kind had not diminished Pedro's enthusiasm for Catfish. Alphonso was still entranced with Bill, the burly construction superintendent. Catfish had enjoyed the experience and was insatiable sexually. He was ready to go again in fifteen minutes. He and Pedro turned their attention to the Commandante. The Commandante was big and Pedro got him to lie back so that each of the Indians could fuck him. The Commandante had no objection to this. He had his head back and looked mellow as Alphonso, Esteban, his brother, and Pedro's brother, Luis, took their turns fucking and cumming. The easy rhythm of pumping cocks must have been relaxing to him. The Commandante's big cock wasn't fully erect but was dripping a lot. There was a pond of pre cum on his gut. Alphonso was that last to shoot off when Pedro walked up to take his turn. Catfish had snuck up behind Pedro, and they switched places at the last minute. The Commandante's eyes were closed and he anticipated Pedro's meat when Catfish's monster dong rammed him. "Holy Mother of God." He bellowed. "What in hell is that!" Pedro and the rest of us were rolling on the ground we were laughing so hard. The Commandante was wide awake and was not relaxed at all. He wanted to free himself from the rod in his ass but Catfish kept on ramming the Commandante's prostate so the man couldn't do much more than moan and try to catch his breath. He also was fully inflated. I had never seen his cock look so big. Catfish suddenly pulled out and Pedro replaced him in the policeman's ass. "That's more like it." The Commandante said. He began to spew sperm inspired by Pedro's second or third thrust. The Mayan looked pleased. Clyde came over and licked up the cum. Catfish rear-ended Pedro again and Pedro added his cum to the sperm soup in the Commandante's ass. Unlike the Commandante, Pedro had no problem at all taking the red neck's cock. It was getting late so we were all escorted back to the camp. We all would have a lot of work to do the next day. We were to open the central chamber. Early that morning Roberto returned with Gilbert, Ronnie and Reggie and Billy. I was shocked that they were all here. It turned out that the trip to the National Geographic had been a great success and the combination of Ronnie and Reggie's photography with the narration of Gilbert and Billy was a hit. The play had run into financing problems and was postponed to next year, so they all returned. The work at our site filled in a gap in their schedules. Clyde and Wilbur looked at Ronnie and Reggie in disbelief. The four men looked like dogs smelling out another dog who had invaded their territory. I couldn't figure out the problem. "How many twins can you have in one excavation?" Sean blurted out. Everyone laughed. Both sets of identical twins were used to being the only pair. Two pairs left them disoriented. Ellis looked on with a satisfied smile. "Twins play an important role in Mayan mythology. This outbreak of twins will cause a stir in the Indian villages." Billy had grown a full beard while he had been away. He wasn't going to be left out of the next initiation ceremony! The plan was to open the central chamber, but that was easier said than done. The stones blocking the door were carefully dressed and fit tightly. Removing them was a slow process. It was well into the afternoon when it was cleared and we discovered the passage had been filled with earth. We started removing the earth but knew it would be too late to enter the chamber before dark. We decided to do that the next day. We had not calculated Clyde and Wilbur's digging skills. I was getting ready to return to the tent when a cheer went up from the men near the chamber entrance. We ran over and the way was clear. "I don't believe how quickly you did that!" Roberto said. "We're 100%, Virginia bread red necks!" Clyde said. "We may not be pretty, but damn we can dig. You can thank the City of Richmond public works department." The passage stepped down, going deeper into the earth. Each of the rooms had been deeper than the one before it, so the final chamber was deep in the earth. Sean and Carlo returned to enter the final chamber. Billy and the video crew followed behind and gave an instantaneous report of the progress. Mayan laborers carried off the dirt as Clyde and Wilbur carefully removed the final seals. The side walls of the entrance areas were painted in spiral and marine motifs. My memories of art history classes recalled the Minoan marine style on ancient vases. These paintings weren't as sophisticated as those works, but there was a relationship. "We found it!" Sean yelled. The video showed a large circular space. "Damn!" Ellis said as he watched the video. "It a beehive tomb! It's a Mycenaean beehive tomb." "The room appears to be a small version of the Mycenaean beehive tomb." Sean said from inside the chamber, echoing Ellis. "And there is a tomb in the middle of the space." The camera picked up a large stone in the middle of the room. "Sitting in on top of the stone are objects in metal. A spear, dagger, helmet and shield." Sean paused. "My God! There's a bronze chariot in the corner!" Everyone at the video monitor and in the tomb was silent. We had uncovered the first evidence of a connection between the old and new worlds. History had to be re written. It was an astounding discovery. It was very late now and Roberto, Sean and Carlo decided to stop work and return the next morning when everyone could be fresh and rested for the next part of the work. They figured that it would be foolish to rush and perhaps miss or destroy an important artifact. That evening we had two groups of volunteers together. Out first volunteers Ari, Billy, Gil and John joined the second batch, Max, Bill, Clyde, Wilbur and Catfish. Gilbert, Ronnie and Reggie and I made up another group. Sean and Carlos went with Roberto to his hacienda to work on a press release. It had been agreed that announcement would be made by the Mexicans but that all scholarly works would be jointly authored. Ari whipped up a quick but good dinner and we all sat around the tent speculating on the significance of the discovery. We were all excited and while it was crowded in the tents, we all got along. Pedro joined us and said that the Mayans had doubled the guard on the area. "We have found the last resting place of the Bear God." he said. "All of our history comes from this place." "I think you are right." Sean said. "This is where all the myths about a beaded white god come from. A Mycenaean ship must have landed and its sailors must have been dazzling to the Indians. They had bronze and a wheel. This represented extraordinarily advanced technology to the stone aged residents." "How is it that the Indians didn't learn to make a wheel or bronze then?" Billy asked. "Maybe they didn't have time to teach or demonstrate it?" Clyde suggested. "If they didn't have a horse, the chariot might have been useless." Ellis said. "It's possible that sailors didn't know the secrets of bronze making. They used bronze but didn't know how to make it, perhaps?" "It was the old gods!" Pedro said decisively. "The old gods needed human blood to live. The bear god needed only man seed. Our people battled for centuries to save the worship of the bearded god." Pedro's theory was based on ancient traditions. We knew first hand that the core of the bear god's worship survived in this remote part of Mexico. It seemed far fetched that such a survival was possible, but the initiation ceremony was incontrovertible evidence of the tradition. "What puzzles me is that we are inland so far." I said. "The ship had to have landed hundreds of miles away. The Aegean cultures were sea based. Why would the tomb be so far from the sea?" "I think I have an answer for that." Ellis said. "I've only started the translation of the inscriptions, but I think this is a re interment. The architecture and the writing are centuries later than the Greek artifacts. It may have been that this group of Mayans saved the sacred relics and brought them to a new tomb." The conversation continued well into the night. It seemed to me that the sperm loving god of Pedro's tribe was a vast improvement on the blood loving gods of the Mayan pantheon. It was an ancient version of the "make love not war" hippy culture of the 1970s. As in the 1970s there was a massive commitment in the powers that be to war, and Pedro's traditions seemed to indicate a continual strife between the groups. You would think that orgasmic ceremonies would have been vastly preferable to human sacrifice and ritual murder. Old traditions and old power structures were very strong, and it seemed that Pedro's tribe was the sole survivor of the orgiastic tradition. The Greek tradition of Bacchanalian festivities and homosexual bonding had vanished too. Sean returned to the camp. He said that in two days the President of Mexico was coming for the official discovery of the tomb. We would have two days to get the place spiffed up and ready for the media onslaught. The group from Richmond was scheduled to go home in three days so they would be here for the big event. After all our talk of orgiastic homosexual rites I thought that we would have a major suck session that night. I put my head on a pillow and was dead to the world until the morning. I was far more tired than I had realized, and everyone in the camp seemed to feel the same way. A good night's sleep was more important than sex. The day was filled with work. Juan and I finished up some preliminary drawings of the site. They were impressive. We documented the major discoveries to date, but the drawings also indicated the extent of the site and the amount of work that needed to be done. I had sketched out some very preliminary ideas for a museum, study center, hotels and tourist faculties. Max suggested that we include some club spaces. He had been a member of a gay club in Richmond, the Alcazar, and thought that this type of club would be both a good feature for the development and historically appropriate. Roberto was responsive to our ideas. He was environmentally sensitive and responded to imaginative approaches to the site. We located all of the new facilities away from the historical site and in environmentally undistinguished areas. We also worked with the vernacular architectural traditions of the area. Roberto wanted locals to benefit from the development. He wanted to make sure that local builders could do much of the work. Ronnie, Reggie, Billy and Gil were hard at work documenting the excavation for TV. Roberto needed a preliminary video to be ready for the President. He wanted to make sure the President was fully informed as to the significance of the project. They got it together by three in the afternoon and sent it immediately by helicopter to the presidential palace. After a morning and early afternoon of frantic activity, everything suddenly calmed down. The place looked wonderful. The temperature was getting very high and the siesta became a necessity. Dinner would be at nine, so the rest of the afternoon and evening were free. I was looking over the cleaned pavement when Ari and Billy came up to me. "Alphonso wants us to go with him. He wants us to bring both of the twins with us." Billy said. "Ari said it would be fine. I know Ronnie and Reggie would like it. How about the other twins?' "Clyde and Wilbur?" I asked. He nodded. "They seem to be game for anything that comes their way. They were with Alphonso and they seemed to hit it off. " "Well. The Indians need twins." Billy said. "You are going along too?" "For scientific reasons." Billy said. "That, and being horny as hell. Ari told me about the initiation and I've grown a beard so I can participate." I laughed. "Science and an erect cock make sense to me!" I said. Billy sent me off to get Clyde and Wilbur and we were to meet in the hut we had used two nights earlier. One of the nice things about the men on this expedition was that it didn't take much convincing to get them up for another pagan ceremony. I took both sets of twins, Ari and Billy to the cave and was going to leave when Alphonso and Esteban arrived with two friends. He asked me to stay. "The more cock the better!" he said. Somehow that statement seemed to summarize my entire approach to life since I had been in Mexico. I told that to Alphonso and he burst into laughter. "Mexico is a beautiful place. Isn't it?" Pedro, Luis and two other Mayans appeared and they brought refreshments. It was the brew they had used in the initiation ceremony. Much to my surprise Roberto arrived. We all got naked and had a drink. We sat in a ring, and Pedro had a fixed seating plan. Ronnie and Reggie sat to the east, Clyde and Wilbur to the west, Billy and Ari to the north and Roberto and I to the south. There were two Indians in between the pairs. The cave wasn't very big so we were touching each other. There were eight hairy men separated by the brown skinned, smooth Mayans. I felt a bit like I was in an Ester Williams synchronized swimming routine. All of the Indians seemed entranced by the big hairy men. I when I looked around the ring of men I realized that the four Indians I hadn't seen before were twins. There were four sets of twins and with Pedro and his brother and Alphonso and his brother there were six sets of brothers in the room. I was trying to figure out the significance of this when the potion began to have an effect. It was much stronger than the earlier potions and I was incredibly stimulated and excited. It must have hit everybody at the same time. There wasn't a relaxed cock in the chamber. Pedro refilled our drinks and then put a bowl in the middle of the ring of men. I wondered if I should have a refill, since I was fully erect. Somehow I drank it all. Pedro rose to speak. "In our tradition twin gods rule the rising and setting sun." Pedro said. "They continually renew them selves by exchanging seed. Since they are identical, the seed is identical and thus the supply is never wasted. The sun rises and sets as one twin shoots his seed into the other brother's ass as he shoots into a bowl. The first brother then drinks his brother's seed. The next day they trade positions." Pedro went around the room lubricating every other cock. The second batch of potion hit me and I desperately wanted to have an orgasm. Facing me Billy was on his hands and knees and Ari was lubricating his monster dong. That struck me as a good idea so I joined him. Roberto had his cock at my ass in a second. Another second later and we were all fucking. It seemed perfectly coordinated. Eight guys were being screwed in unison, but that was purely accidental. The level of excitement among us was so great that I was all but oblivious to anything other than Roberto's spectacular cock ramming my prostate. Ronnie shot off first, pounded to an orgasm by his brother's cock. The cream spurted into the bowl. Billy shot next, then there was a chain reaction as the bowl filled with eight men's seed. I expected to have a break as the post orgasmic exhaustion took hold. I had just had a spectacular orgasm but I was ready to go again. We all washed in the pool located to the side of the room. Pedro mixed the cum with the potion and we all had a sip of the brew. We then reformed the ring and went at it again. This time the eight bears fucked the eight Indians. I briefly was worried about the big bear cocks in the diminutive Indian asses, but that wasn't a problem. I remembered that to take another man's seed was an honor. It was also a pleasure too as far as I could tell. There was no sign that anyone had a problem with anything in their ass. After a second round of orgasms we washed again. The brew was mixed, drunk and we formed a ring for a third time. This was the last time. The sex had been hot and heavy for the first two sessions. The third ring was less driven and more affectionate. I was with Pedro and we licked and hugged and sucked and fucked each other for a good thirty minutes. Roberto was with Alphonso, and Clyde and Wilbur had paired off with the Indian twins. The room was hot, but smelled of man sex and seemed redolent of brotherhood. What has started as a wild sexual experiment ended with casual, friendly sex, both loving and passionate. This time we drank the seed directly from the cock. No one wanted to waste any of it in the bowl. Eventually we got up, and dressed to leave. "No need to worry about sunrise tomorrow" Clyde said. "No need to worry at all." Pedro replied.