Date: Mon, 5 Feb 2001 17:49:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Expedition 5

Expedition 5

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.


Allen and the Commandante's men spent an hour cleaning the brush from
around the area. Randy and Reggie got their cameras set up with lights
powered by a generator so that they could go into the chambers if that was
possible.  Pedro's family watched us all making sure we were protected from
whatever threats were present in the jungle.

Finally Allen and Billy removed the plug and the tongue swung open
revealing a dark hole.

"Stairs!" Billy cried. We were all standing back and couldn't see. We
gathered around a monitor that received the images from the camera. "Mayan
steps, very steep!" He yelled. I admit that I had seen Raiders of the Lost
Ark too many times to want to go inside, but fortunately Allen and Billy
didn't feel that way. The twins had moved in and photographed the
steps. They were more like three inch ledges than steps.  They then
withdrew and Allen went into the hole with a high-powered light. Billy was
right behind him. Reggie was to the rear with his camera.

"Frescoes! Wall paintings. In great condition!" Allen called. The monitor
showed brilliant paintings on the walls of the narrow chamber. Mayans in
ceremonial garb seemed to form a procession moving deeper into the
underground chambers. Ellis stood next to me looking at the screen.

"We're looking at the people we have been reading about in the wall of
inscriptions." He said. "This is unbelievable."

"Holy fuck!" Billy yelled. The camera moved and we saw a wall of skulls.
The chamber was closed off. I jumped and was frankly scared
shitless. Remarkably the camera didn't even jiggle. Regie was a true
professional. He recorded the scene without flinching. "We're coming out!"
Billy yelled.

They emerge a few seconds later, more excited that scared. "The next part
has been sealed, we'll need to break through before we can proceed." Allen
said. "First rate paintings, in great condition."  Sean and Carlo went in
next with Randy taking stills.  The space was about two meters wide and
Randy took a photo of every inch, with both a film and digital camera. Sean
was afraid that the paint would flake off when exposed to air and the
painting would be lost. We later found out that the paintings were firmly
bonded to the plaster walls and we didn't need to worry.

I went in next and looked at the construction and the sealing wall.  The
walls were straight up to about two meters. Then it was typical Mayan
corbeled construction with each block overhanging the one below it forming
a false arch. The layer next to the top course had a small gutter built
into it. This carried the water away that dripped through the pavement
above. This was why the paintings were in good condition. The gutter
protected them against the rain and dampness.

I also noted that the last figure on the wall painting was bisected by the
wall of skulls. It was clear that the procession continued on the other
side of the wall. I got to look at the digital photographs that were coming
out of the printer. The precession was made up of all men.  Half were older
and richly dressed, and the other half young and nude.

Pedro was looking at them with me.

"Prisoners?" I said, guessing that this was a collection of the victors and
the vanquished.

"No, senor." Pedro said. "Initiation ceremony. The boys are becoming men."
He said this with complete assurance. He knew exactly what was going on in
the painting. We would find out how he knew later that week. I was going to
ask him more about it when Allen, Ronnie and Billy went in to remove the
wall of skulls and I forgot to investigate Pedro's comment further.

The men in the chamber numbered each skull, photographed them, then began
to remove them, one by one. This was time consuming, and it was after noon
before the skulls were gone and the plaster and stone seal was exposed. We
stopped for lunch, but Carlo and Juan continued the removal.

By one o'clock they broke through the seal and the passage continued
another three or four meters. The procession continued, and they found a
second stairway, another passage and another seal. This seal was covered
with jaguar skulls.

The crew came out for air. As the photographs of the second passage emerged
form the printer, everyone in the procession was nude now with the older
men tossing off their robes and feathered finery. The paintings also showed
all of the men's cocks in some detail.

"There is something odd in the inscriptions," Ellis said. "Blood and blood
sacrifices were the center of Mayan religion.  The glyphs for blood or
blood offering are missing. It looks to me if its replacement is seed. I
thought this was an agricultural offering, Old Testament style.  The
frescoes may have the clue. Mayans almost never show genitalia except in
captives. These paintings show high-ranking men, nude and in the company of
inferiors. This is unusual in Mayan art."

"Are they slaves or captives?" I asked.

"I don't think so. There are no signs of bondage or having been wounded."
Ellis said. "My guess is that this is a ceremony requiring ritual
nudity. Some Sumerian ceremonies were preformed nude."

"By seed do you mean sperm?"

"That's exactly what I mean." Ellis said. I recalled Pedro's comment about
an initiation ceremony and told Ellis. "Your kidding! Which one is Pedro?"
Ellis was very excited. I took him over to meet the policeman. The two were
soon in an animated conversation in Spanish. I returned to Sean and Carlo.

The heat and humidity of the mid afternoon were oppressive. I hadn't
noticed it before, but when the excitement of the stunning discoveries
abated, the heat hit me.

"There is a storm coming. A big one I think." Carlo said. "We'd better
close up and protect what we have found so far and come back tomorrow." Gil
gave orders and men spread large tarps over the opening. They formed a
tent. There was quite a bit of electronic equipment that needed to be
stored away out of the rain so the entire site was filled with
activity. Gilbert and the twins were going with Roberto and Albert to the
main house so they could edit the video. The rest of us went to the tents.

Carlo was exactly right about the storm. It was torrential and lasted all
night. We had to pull the flaps down on our tent to keep rain from getting
inside.  The temperature was oppressive and we were caught in the storm and
were soaked to the skin by the time we reached the shelter of the tents. We
all stripped the wet clothes off and didn't dress again. It was too
hot. The younger guys were all in the kiddie camp. So it was Carlo, Sean,
Juan, Julio and his brother Papa and the older volunteers, Ari, Billy Gil
and John in the tents.  Ellis stayed with Pedro.

Ari and Papa were working on getting something to eat. The rest of us were
looking at the stills on the laptop.  The colors were brilliant and Randy
had done a wonderful job of lighting, they were crystal clear.

"I think the king is the bearded man." Sean said.

"You don't think that is the high priest?" Carlo suggested. The photographs
were in the order they had been taken so they when from the fully dressed
men at the entrance to the nude men of the second compartment.

"There's the bearded man again. Nude this time.  Is he a man or a gorilla?"
I asked. The face was the same but the body was covered in swirling lines
that I took to be hair.

"Shit! It's Ari!" Gil said. Everyone laughed and Ari emerged from the
kitchen tent.

"Is someone using my name in vain?" he bellowed in a good-humored way. He
was nude and hairy, and when he walked in you realized that someone like
Ari was the model that the Mayan painters were trying to portray. Sean and
Carlo looked at him in stunned silence. The same thought struck everyone at
the same time. The bearded man in the paintings was European. He might well
have been Greek.

We showed Ari the picture. "He's even hung like me." Ari noted. The bearded
man was impressive in every way. Ari was very Greek, so he had no
difficulty assuming a Greek presence in any advanced culture.

"Dinner is ready!" Pappa called from the kitchen tent. Dinner was a cool
salad, refreshing and filling. I hadn't felt hungry but I ate like a
horse. Allen and Ronnie arrived from the kiddy camp and joined us for
dinner.  They didn't bat an eye at a room filled with naked middle-aged
men. Allen wanted to see the photos. Pedro arrived with Ellis.

I introduced Pedro to the men he didn't know. His mouth dropped open when
he saw Ari. Ari had been in the camp most of the time, so Pedro had only
seen him from a distance. He saw him up close and nude. Pedro looked around
the room.

"It's a bear den!" he said. Then he turned and left. Ellis laughed.

"I hope we didn't offend him." Ari said. "The dress code here is informal."

"I think it is the opposite problem." Ellis said. "Pedro saw something he
had only heard about. He'll be back."  The storm continued unabated
outside. Sean decided to go to the site to make sure every thing was all
right. A car drove up.  Gilbert and the twins entered, completely soaked
from the short walk from the Bronco to the tent.

"Damn it if you guys don't think the same way I do!" Gilbert said. They
went to their ten and returned a few minutes later naked and smiling. The
twins and Ronnie were the same size. The twins had brown hair, and Ronnie
was blond, but they were well matched. The newly re christened Reggie had a
hard time not answering to Ronnie, so there was a continuing interplay on
that front. They were going to be in a Victorian mistaken identity play, so
they turned the confusion into a chance for improvisation.

We had some beer out and the evening turned mellow. Billy, Carlo and Allen
were hitting it off well. Ellis was with Ari and Gil. I was talking with
Gilbert and John about the excavation and the problems we faced tomorrow.
Sean returned and said all was well at the excavation.

"We need to figure out the drainage system of that place." He said. " It's
a wonder." We all had another beer. The day had been high tension with the
excitement of discovery and it was good to relax. I suddenly didn't hear
Ellis. He talked non stop and provided a verbal undertone to the room. I
looked over and saw he was sucking Ari. That was one way to quiet him
down. I noticed that Gilbert was getting slightly erect. That was enough to
inspire me. The conversation in the room gradually diminished as we paired
off and got to play.

Gilbert's cock slowly enlarged in my mouth. At first there was room inside
the skin to allow my tongue to caress his head. Soon he was too hard and
the skin retraced as the head inflated. We relocated on an air mattress and
69ed. It was great. We just played for a while.

"What do you do to become one of Santa's helpers?" A voice asked. I looked
up and saw Gil, our Grizzly Adam's look alike.

"All you need to do is ask politely." Gilbert said laughing. I moved and
let Gil take my place. I realized that I was a sixty-year-old man, and
wanted to rest or take a nap. I looked around the room. The twins and
Ronnie were a mass of hairy bodies, cocks and sucking mouths.  Carlo was
slowly pumping Billy's ass and Allen was doing the same to him. Carlo
looked happy.

Ari looked as if he were sleeping with Ellis securely attached to his cock
like a leach. Sean came over to our mattress and joined us. Sean and I
flanked Gilbert, with Gil sucking Santa's cock. I fell asleep.

A terrific clap of thunder woke me up. It was the middle of the night and
the tent was dark, except for the almost continual flickering of lightning
in the distance. Gil was next to me now, and Sean was sucking on his
cock. He was like a baby who had fallen asleep with a bottle. Gil was
asleep, but smiling. I slowly got off the mattress and went to the
toilet. The beer had made its usual middle-of-the-night attack. The
chemical port-o-potties were near the showers connected by a screened in
canopy.

Julio was waiting for me in the showers. "What is this Ari guy like?" he
asked. "Pedro wants to know."

"A nice guy, great cook, smart." I said. "That's about all I know."

"Is he one of us?" Julio asked. "Gay?"

"He likes men. He's a good friend of Ari, Gil and John." I said. "They have
good taste in men. Are you interested?"

"No Pedro is." Julio said.

"I didn't know that Pedro was interested in men. He has enough children to
repopulate the world." I said.

"I don't think he is either.  This is something special." Julio
said. "There are ancient stories of a Bear Man who came here and brought
new ways. He replaced the old blood eating gods with a new way. His worship
was overthrown by the neighboring tribes, but it was a golden age."

"Pedro thinks Ari is that Bear Man?"  I said.

"I really don't know." Julio said. "I was brought up in the town, but
things persist in the country. No one comes from a more isolated place than
Pedro and his family. They're not all his family. It is a tribe or clan
more correctly."

"Are we talking White God here?" I asked. "This sounds like a 1930s era
movie serial."

"There is a problem." Julio said. "At least a problem that would make a
Hollywood movie unlikely.  You know that human blood was at the center of
Mayan worship?" I nodded. "Well the Bear Man said it was the wrong
liquid. That part of the story I had heard before. No one ever said what
was the right liquid. Looking at the murals I think I know what it is.
Sperm, is the other life giving human fluid."

"We've found cock worshiping Indians?"

"That's my guess." Julio said. "Ancient and modern. Pedro doesn't like me
at all. But this is so important to him that he asked me to find out about
Ari."

"What happens next?"

"I have no idea. Pedro is a good man. There is no treachery in him, so that
isn't an option, but I don't know what he is thinking. These are all secret
things. Ancient and secret."

I went back to bed, but didn't sleep.  Ellis's conversation of earlier that
day related to Julio's conversation. It was hard to believe that practices
of six or seven hundred years earlier still existed.  Then, I realized that
many Christian services had been unchanged for a thousand years, so it
certainly was possible.

An alarm went off, and everyone got up. We had decided to start at six and
try to get more work done before the heat of the day became unbearable.
Everyone seemed rested and cheerful. The prospect of another day of great
discoveries was like a shot of adrenalin.