Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2001 11:55:24 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Expedition 6 Expedition 6 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. The day was clear and almost cool. The big storm had brought in what was described as a cool front. It was actually a lessening of the humidity, but was welcome none the less. We got to the site and found that the rain had cleaned the pavement hieroglyphs. They were now pure white with dirt in the recesses. They were much more distinct and easy to read. Ellis got Randy to start photographing them. The sun was still low and they were remarkably legible. Roberto appeared with Albert and additional labor from his house. They would help to clear the remainder of the pavement. Allen, Billy and Gil were to remove the skulls of the jaguar seal. Gil was a naturalist and helped to remove the animal skulls. When that task was done, Gil was replaced by Carlo, who was a trained archaeologist. Juan, Fred and I were busy measuring the pavement and the passage below for scale drawings. The volunteers from the kiddie camp were still rebuilding the wall of inscriptions and were making good progress. Reggie and Gilbert videotaped them during lulls in our part of the excavation. Allen and Billy were always ready to go at full speed, but Sean slowed them down to a normal pace so that every detail could be examined. Pedro and his men were on the periphery of the site, almost invisible. It was just after 11:00 when the jaguar seal was removed. Juan and I went to the monitor to watch the progression into the next chamber. The procession of Mayans in the paintings was totally nude beyond the Jaguar seal. They no longer carried any insignia of status, no jade amulets or feathered head dresses. Carlo gave a commentary as they moved slowly into the center of the pavement. He described the scene in detail as they videotaped the slow advance. He didn't say that the Mayan's were also showing signs of sexual arousal. That could be seen in the video if you were looking for it. I was. "Holy cow!" Billy exclaimed. You could hear him in front of the camera and the microphone. "We've found a hall, a big chamber!" The narrow corridor opened up into a columnar hall. A regular series of stone columns could be seen creating a large space. The columns were carved in the forms of men that supported the stone slabs of the ceiling. "There is a continuous bench around the edge of the room." Carlos described the space. "The men in the procession are no longer portrayed in profile, but are facing forward, ritually nude and facing the center of the chamber." Carlos walked toward the middle of the room. " At the center of the space the floor steps down to a pool of flowing water." The camera picked up the shimmering water of the pool. "There are four small streams flowing into the pool." He continued. This was the way they drained the underground compartments. He continued his survey of the room. "There are closed up doors in the center of each wall except for the one we entered through. One is sealed with bird skulls, one monkey skulls and one with human skulls." Reggie slowly panned the painted figures on the walls. The cock heads were exposed with the piss slits clearly defined. I remembered Sean's comment that to the Indians you weren't naked unless your head was showing. The men were naked. They also were arranged with an older man next to a younger man. "It's a sacrificial chamber." Roberto said. I bet he was right about that, but doubted he knew that it was for the offering of sperm to the gods. Reggie then moved the camera over to the pool and shown the light directly into the pool. The water was clear but moving slightly. You could see objects on the bottom. There were scattered pots in the room but no sign of looters. The door must have been sealed and hidden. The space was undisturbed. For all the Indiana Jones like atmosphere there was no booby trap. It disturbed me that we seriously considered that, since we knew that the Indians were so technologically backward. The Mayans didn't have the wheel and couldn't make any hard metals. "Every thing is perfectly preserved." Billy said as he emerged from the chamber. "It looks as if there may be three more rooms to open." The next few hours were filled with activity. Sean and Carlo checked to make sure there were no perishable items in the chamber that needed to be protected right away. Randy took careful photographs to document everything as it was when discovered. We then removed the portable items to a safe place. These were ceramics and some jade amulets. By two in the after noon we were exhausted. We were getting ready to take the mid day siesta. The heat was almost unbearable, when Pedro came up to me. "Can I talk with you, privately?" He asked. I said sure. I told the rest of the group that I would be back shortly and Pedro and I went off to a secluded part of the jungle. "Julio told me that you were a good man. I want to tell you some things." Pedro said. He was Mayan, he was short and looked dumpy in his ill fitting police uniform. He had straight black hair and was clean shaven. I guessed he was about 45-50. He spoke in good English. It was heavily accented but he clearly had been educated. "My family is very old. We were here before the Spanish, before Mexico. This was our city." He said. "It is the home of our ancestors. I know what that chamber was for. It was for the equinox festival, when boys become men." "You remember the tradition?" I asked. "No, it's not a memory. The festival is still preformed." Pedro said. He smiled. "Fewer feathers today, but it's the same. We stopped it for about 20 years for the Father, but it was not a good time for our family." I assumed the Father was the local Catholic priest. "Many of our men were carried off by guerillas, and I was one of the few to remain here." "Julio?" "Oh no!" Pedro said. "He is not that kind of man. It was a tribe from the south that passed through and ruined our land. We are almost recovered now. It has been a bad period." "The Bear God came here in ancient times and taught us that the world is renewed by man's milk, the product of his cock and balls. By drinking his, he gave us strength and wisdom. We would drink from the cock, then we would refresh his supply with our own. That is the festival." Pedro explained. "It has been very difficult. We have many young men, and few elders. There isn't enough man seed to go around. The tribe isn't strong yet." Pedro said. "I have prayed to God in Heaven and to his Mother Mary to bring us help. And then you all came. Our city is rediscovered and it was rediscovered by bear men. My prayers were answered. If you will help?" The combination of Catholic and Mayan religion left my head spinning. "When I saw Ari, I knew." "You impart your strength this way?" I asked. I didn't want to ask him if he liked gay sex directly. "You have many children, I thought." "With men it is for fellowship and enjoyment, with women it is for children." Pedro said. "But you cannot feed your own children with the seed that made them. There are so few men to help. My sons were excited when they saw the Red bear." "Sean." "Yes, that is his name." Pedro said. "Now we have the White Bear, a Blond Bear, a Brown Bear, a Small Bear and Ari. He is the image of the Bear God." I guessed that was Gilbert, Gil, me, and Ellis. "And you all come from far away, like him." There were a lot of hairy Spaniards in Mexico, but I assumed there was too much history there for the Mayans to regard them as saviors. "Can you help?" He asked again. "I don't know, but I will try to." I said. "When is the next festival?" Pedro looked relieved that I didn't reject his request immediately. "The solar equinox is passed but tomorrow night is a full moon. It is the quarter cycle of the moon." He said. "That will work if the equinox is too distant." The Mayan calendar used both the solar and lunar calendars in a complex interrelationship. I didn't understand it completely, but Sean and Carlo did. "I will do what I can." I said again. Pedro took me back to the camp. "That's all I ask." Pedro said. When I got back to the tent, everyone was asleep. The cold front had lasted a good six hours and we were back in full scale heat. After the spectacular discoveries of the last few days the next few days would be filled with the necessary but unexciting tasks of recording and cataloging. I got on my cot and woke Ellis by accident. He wanted to know what Pedro had to say. I told him. He had guessed, or more correctly hoped, for something like Pedro's story. He was much more sensitive to the situation that I would have guessed. I had taken him for an academic on the make. He knew that if the world discovered Pedro's tribe's tradition they would be destroyed. The publicity combined with the anti gay obsessions of some people would be the end of them. But he also felt that they certainly retained ancient traditions and ceremonies and that might be the clue for deciphering the hieroglyphs. The vast majority of glyphs were genealogies and dates. The pavement inscriptions were very different and hard to read. The ceremony might be the key. We had to decide quickly since the Mayan obsession with the calendar made it impossible to switch dates. Time was everything. "It might be fun too." Ellis said. I had been so interested in the cultural and anthropological aspects of Pedro's story that I hadn't though about the sexual aspects. We all went back to work but I got Ari to join us at the site. Pedro almost immediately made contact and the two were in deep conversation. Sean had been part of the group in the chamber he emerged with a beautifully painted pot. "Eureka!" He yelled. We all ran over. "Before your eyes is a beautifully painted pot of Mayan manufacture. " He said in a carnival barker's voice. "We remove the lid, and Presto! We fine a beautifully wrought bronze dagger." Carlos gasped. It took a minute for me to realize the meaning. The Mayan's didn't have bronze. I looked and realized it was Aegean, Bronze Age Greek. There was general pandemonium. This was the first physical evidence of an influence from Europe on Mayan culture. At least one ship from Europe must have made it. Ari and Pedro were looking on. From the look on Pedro's face, he thought he was with a reincarnation of that ancient visitor. The amount of work also exploded as the discoveries mounted. We worked late and had a light dinner at the tent after dark. I went to sleep immediately after dinner. I woke at three in the morning and went to the toilets. The shower was running. Ari and Pedro were there. Pedro was naked and I realized he was older that I had thought, more than fifty, but in very good condition. His ill fitting clothes covered a firm and muscular body. "You've finally met." I said. "Pedro explained his needs, and I'll be helping him out." Ari said. "Would you like to join us this evening? Ellis and Gil are on board." "If your going, I will." I said. Pedro dropped to his knees and took Ari's donkey dong into his mouth. Pedro was shivering in excitement. I had always associated cock sucking with lust. For Pedro it was pure love. His body was hairless except for his thick pubic bush. The second Pedro's mouth enveloped Ari's shrouded cock head, Pedro was fully erect. It was as if you pressed an on button. I felt that I should leave but Ari motioned me to come nearer. "The festival is public, open to all men. Pedro needs to have someone watching who can say it took place. They need witnesses." Ari said as he stoked Pedro's head and calmed him down. "Do you want to eat my cum?" He asked of Ari. "I make lots of it so you don't need to worry I'll run out. There'll be enough to go around." "Not until tonight." Pedro said, reluctantly releasing his communion with Ari's cock. Ari's cock enlarged and I guessed that if the pagan God's cock would have been like Ari's. It was huge. "Well then we're going to have to break this off, Pedro." Ari said. "You are too good at this for me to hold back much longer." Pedro reluctantly pulled off and got up. "Go to bed my friends and sleep." Pedro said. "Tomorrow will be a long and wonderful day." Ari left. "He is a wonderful man. Everything he should be." Pedro said as he dried off and dressed in his ill fitting clothes. I went back to bed. We had a planning meeting the next morning. The wall of inscriptions was almost half complete and we needed another hieroglyph expert to work on it while Ellis worked on the pavement inscription. Ellis said he would try to do what he could. We decided to hold back on opening the other chambers until we could finish our work on the main room. Pedro and Julio had spread the word that no gold or precious objects were found in the chamber. The threat of tomb robbers was reduced. Roberto was going to have a fiesta that night for the volunteers who were returning home the next day. That included most of the kiddie camp guys. I was relieved to find that Allen and Ronnie were staying for the next three-week period. Carlo, Billy and Juan would be going to the fiesta. The rest of us would go with Pedro to his village. We bearded ones got together afterwards to discuss the evening. "I admit that I'm uneasy about going into a jungle village to have sex with guys I don't know in some religious ceremony." I said. "That's exactly what I found most attractive about it." Gil said with a laugh. "A once in a lifetime opportunity." "Did Pedro say anything about the ceremony itself?" Sean asked. Ari shook his head. "Pedro was excited and uncomfortable." Ari said. "I guess it's not every day you go up to a stranger and ask to suck him dry." Sean was going to say something but didn't. Sean was younger and was openly gay. I wondered if he had more experience with sucking strangers dry. The day was busy but we ended the work day at two. Pedro drove up in an old VW van at three. We drove about a half hour into the jungle and stopped at a small village. It was untouched by modern culture except for a radio and machine-made fabric. We then took a trail into the thick underbrush. After an hour we came to the foot of a hill and stopped beside a thatched roofed hut. There were about six men there, most I recognized as guards from the camp. They greeted us formally but cordially. They were out of their uniforms and wearing shorts and guns only. We all went for another half hour around the side of the hill to a second, larger hut. There were eight or nine younger men and boys there. They were naked. We all drank several beers. It became jovial and cordial. The men were curious about us. Everyone except for Ellis towered above them, and Ari, Gil and Gilbert stood out especially with their beards and massive physiques. We then walked a short way up the hill. Here there was an enclosure. There were two long narrow huts with a stockaded enclosure between. We went in one, and the Indians in another. We stripped naked and Pedro came in with two other men. They brought more food and drink. They were nude. Pedro had never seen all of us naked before and he liked what he saw as did his companions. They looked relaxed and comfortable. "What are we supposed to do?" Gil asked. "Is there a ritual?" "It is more of a celebration or a party than a religious event like in church." Pedro said. "There is some singing and dancing, but the only thing you need to do is give someone your seed. We will do everything else." "The man who gets the seed is special, but those who watch, share in the blessing." He added. "Don't worry. It is fun too! The more enjoyable the festival, the better luck we will have next year. Are you ready?" Ari got up. Pedro's companions hadn't seen his donkey dong and balls. They hung low and looked massive. They gasped. Ari and Pedro lead the way into the courtyard. The courtyard was square with a bench around the edge and had a pool in the middle. It was a rustic version of the room we had discovered the day before. There were scented torches burning that seemed to keep insects away. There were 12 to 15 men and boys in the space in addition to us. Several were older but most were young. I am a poor judge of the ages of Indians. They were so small that it was hard to guess. 20-year-old men looked as if they were 14 to me. There was a drummer and a flute player on one side. Pedro lead us to seats of honor on the sides. Ari and Pedro sat on the north side, Gilbert and an older Mayan on the south. Ellis and I sat to the west and Gil sat with another older man to the east. They musicians began to play and several men began to chant. There was a lot of food and drink. One of the younger men brought a cup of home made brew. They took a slip and offered it yo us. It was sweet and potent. He stayed with us through the night. "This is our cup bearer." Ellis said to me. "This is closer to a Greek bacchanal than a religious service. The men started to dance and it became a whirl of moving naked men. We all seemed to attract a cluster of men. Gilbert seemed to have the youngest looking guys. I wondered if his Santa Claus like good looks played a role in that. The older men clustered around Ari and Gil. Ellis and I seemed to attract the 18-20 year olds.