Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2010 12:13:41 -0500
From: Ted Mills <tedmills40@gmail.com>
Subject: The Ring Part 1

This story, a work of fiction.

I woke from what felt like a dream. My body was sore and as I awoke, the
aches in my body reminded me it was not a dream at all.

My name is Marcus and I am 20 years old. I am 6'2, and about 185. I have
medium brown hair that I keep very short and usually a few days worth of
stubble just because I hate shaving. I am in good shape but not muscle
bound. I stay in shape by eating right and working out. I am a pretty shy
person by nature. If I had to talk to a girl in school or anybody for that
matter I would sputter and spurt trying to get words out smoothly, unless of
course someone asked me about archeology. Then I was confident.

I should also say that I am gay. I have known I was for a long time but have
never been with a guy except for my fantasies. Or the one time when I was 15
and jerked off with my best friend Jason. Jason and I were watching porn in
his basement at opposite ends of the sofa. Jason was watching the porn and I
was watching Jason. We never discussed it and Jason and his family moved 2
years later.

Now that you know a bit about me. Let me tell you about the crazy thing that
started about 5 months ago when I was on my first dig in Cairo.

From the time I was fairly young, I wanted to be an archaeologist. I wanted
to be that guy that laid on the floor of the desert brushing away millions
of years worth of detritus to slowly uncover the bones of something ancient.
I wanted to explore caves in far off lands and open the tomb of a long
deceased king or emperor.

After graduating from high school I started my journey to find my passion in
archeology. Now in my senior year at university, all my hard work was paying
off. I was on my first real dig. Our guide and teacher, Professor Wilton led
our team of 6 seniors to the dig site. We were several miles off the
Cairo-Alexandria Road. This is the main road that connects Cairo to
Alexandria. Our work was overseen by the Egyptian government.

The first few weeks of the dig were slow. We set up our tents and equipment
and met with Professor Wilton and the Egyptian team overseeing the dig.
Every day the Prof and the Team coordinators concluded with all the
necessary warnings: Work in pairs, safety first, when in doubt ask for help,
and the most important warning. Take nothing from the site. Apparently Egypt
had lost so many valuables from digs that they decided they would let digs
occur only under the strictest conditions. Anything we found on the dig was
complete possession of the Egyptian People.

That was not a problem, most archaeologists are more interested in the
discovery then the ownership so this was a perfect match on both sides.

For me it was exciting beyond belief. I spent my life combing through
museums, books and the Internet to research all the greatest finds. My
life's ambition was to be there when some tomb was opened that people had
long forgotten. To step foot into a room that even the air barely touched
for over 3000 years.

Our team from the University were assigned a dig spot. We all had our roles
and responsibilities. In addition to  being part of the dig, I was
responsible for cataloging any finds regardless of how small.

Over the course of the weeks we found many fragments of pottery and objects
that were probably ancient tools or weapons. We also found some bones which
the Professor thought might be human. Time went by way too quickly and
before I realized it we were down to the last 2 weeks. Now was the time for
us to document all of our findings via video and photo. Then we would turn
the artifacts over to the Egyptian government and go home.

One of the last nights there we were having a party hosted by our Egyptian
liaison. We had food and beer brought in. The cold beer tasted great against
the hot desert evening. I had a few beers then decided to go back to my tent
to pack for my trip home the next day.

Since we were in the desert and water was scarce we did not bathe as often
as I would have liked. We were being bused back into Cairo early in the
morning, checking into a hotel for the night then going to the airport the
next morning.

I heard the music drumming in my head as I made my way back along the path
to my tent. It was dark out, the only light was coming from a sky spattered
with stars. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed something glittering at
me. At first I thought it was a reflection or broken glass. I went over and
kicked the dust away and embedded in sand was what looked like a piece of
metal. I reached out carefully and dusted it off gently as I had been
taught. As I pushed away the sand a ring was exposed.

I picked the ring up and took it back to my tent. I would tell the professor
about it in the morning and add it to the collection. When I got back to the
tent I took a look at it. It had marks on it where it had been hammered into
shape by some crude tools. Very different from the techniques used today to
create jewelry. On the top of it was some emblem that I could not make out.
I had never seen this kind of marking. I cleaned it off and laid it on the
pile of stuff I had to pack.

I was so tired that I decided to lay on my cot for a few moments, however
when I awoke it was 6 am. I had totally blacked out from too much booze and
too much heat. We had to be packed and ready to go in an hour. I grabbed my
stuff without thinking, finalized the project notes and got ready with the
team for the bus to arrive.

We got to Cairo and settled into our hotel rooms. I loved working on the dig
but after a long time in the desert I was happy to have a real bed with a
real shower. I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower. The hot
water felt so good. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my mid section.
This was the first time I saw my full body in a mirror in about 5 months.

The work on the dig was good for my body. I had toned my up nicely and the
tan looked good on me too. My hair was longer and a bit shaggy and the sun
had ligtened it about 2 shades. I looked good.

I rummaged through my bags to find some cloths to put on and when I reached
in I found the ring. "Shit" was my only thought. I broke a cardinal rule.
Never remove anything from the dig. I could be expelled for this and even
arrested by the Egyptian government. What was I going to do???

The only thing I could think of was to go talk to the professor and tell him
the truth. If I was honest he could explain it and hopefully they would go
easy on me. I put the ring on my finger then got dressed and went to
Professor Wilton's room. I knocked on the door and Prof Wilton opened it up.
"What can I do for you Marc" he asked. "Can I talk to you about something
Professor", I finally sputtered in an awkward way. He stepped aside to let
me in.

Professor Wilton was a good looking man. He was late 30's in good shape. He
had a football players body with thick shoulders large arms and hands. He
was married and had 2 kids.

I entered the room and Professor Wilton pointed to the chair for me to sit.
"What can I do for you Marc" he asked.

"Ummm, Professor" I sputtered trying to find the words. I could not make eye
contact and I could feel the fear rising up in my body. "I know we are
forbidden from taking anything from the site" I said trying to find my
words. Professor Wilton looked at me, his face showed no alarm. "I may have
accidentally taken something" I blurted out.

"What" he said sharply startling me. "Are you saying you stole something
from the site? Do you realize the problems this will cause? What were you
thinking?" His questions were stern but not overly angry or mean. I could
not speak. I could only stare at him. My mind was racing, what had I done. I
just kept thinking to myself please professor don't be mad at me. Don't
expel me. As if the Professor heard my silent plea he looked at me and
softened his tone. "Marc I know you would never take something that did not
belong to you. I am not mad at you." His whole outward appearance softened.

His good looks were only more appealing as he sat there gentle and relaxed.
 He looked at me with warmth and concern and the look was for lack of a
better word, HOT.

Professor Wilton was often the topic of my fantasies when I masturbated. I
would imagine being in the office with him and we would be looking closely
at a map together and his hand would touch mine and our eyes would lock on
each other and he would lean in and gently kiss me.

As I sat there looking at the Professor waiting to be reprimanded the
fantasy jumped into my mind. It was there for a second then it was gone. As
my focus was turned back to the Prof. he stood up and walked over to me. He
did not say a word, he just sank down next to me and kissed me. He just
kissed me. Just like that. He placed his lips on mine and kissed me. It was
as if we had done it a hundred times before. Like it was perfectly natural
for him to do this with me. I could not believe that he just kissed me.

I closed my eyes as his lips touched mine. I thought about his tongue
probing my mouth, his large frame pulling me close to him and wrapping
around me. It was as if he could read my mind. Everything I imagined,
happened exactly the way I imagined it. It was as if there was a psychic
bond between us.

I wanted to continue kissing him. It felt better then I imagined but I had
to know what was causing it. could it be he was interested in me? Could I
have been giving him signals? Could it have been the heat? Being away from
his wife? What? I imagined him standing up and taking his shirt off and
flexing his chest and arms. He did everything I thought about. He had some
how tapped into my mind and everything I wanted he did.

"What are you doing Professor?" I asked more as a test. "I want you Marc. I
want to be with you" his voice was sexy and seductive.

He just stood there with a devilish sexy grin on his face showing off his
body to me. It was a hot body, thick and muscled. He had some hair on his
chest and a bit that ran from his navel to the belt buckle on his khaki's.
He just stood there waiting for my next command.

In my mind I told him to take his pants off and sure enough he slowly
unbuckled them still staring at me. He slowly unzipped the pants. I could
not believe it, standing in front of me was strong, tanned, Professor Wilton
in nothing but his white briefs. This had to be a dream I would wake up soon
in my room with my hand in my shorts.

If it was a dream I was going to have some fun with it. "get completely
naked" I said this out loud to see if it worked the same way. Sure enough
Professor Wilton took the remainder of his clothes off. Now this hot man was
standing in front of me waiting for my next command.

"Lay on the bed" I told him and again he did as I told him. This was the
best dream I could ever recall having. Professor Wilton seemed to be
enjoying it as well. He lay there looking at me, smiling gently, one hand
resting on his large barrel chest and the other gently rubbing his balls. He
did not say anything he just laid there as if waiting for me to do whatever
I wanted.

I quickly stripped my clothes off and got into bed with the Professor. I
kissed him again and my mouth trailed down his body. I wanted to lick and
taste every part of him. I wanted my mouth to experience all the things my
mind thought about. I sucked on one of his nipples and his body flexed. The
taste was incredible and the way he responded to it drove my passion. I
moved my hand down his body as I continued to suck the nipple and my hand
ran over his firm stomach and then down to the coarse pubic hair.

Then my hand moved a bit further and my hand came in contact with another
man's cock for the first time. My fingers wrapped around the shaft and I
held his thick cock. The sensation of having another man's cock in my hand
made my own cock jump. Precum dripped from the head onto the sheet.

I started to pump his cock slowly. I wanted to see this man cum. I wanted to
be the one that held his cock and brought him to the point of orgasm. I lay
there slowly jerking him off when I thought how hot it would be if he were
doing the same to me. Without realizing it,  I willed him to take my cock in
his hand. His fingers closed around my hard dick and he started to pump my
meat up and down. The feeling was incredible and shocks were sent through my
body.

This was one awesome dream and I was loving every second of it.

The Professor knew exactly how I liked it. His hand expertly stroked my cock
as I stroked his. I took my mouth from his nipple and started kissing him.
This time my tongue probed his mouth as we pulled on each others cocks. The
sensations I was feeling rocked my body and an orgasm began to build within
me.

I could feel my body tighten as the Prof. continued his rhythm on my cock.
Then it started. My cock got even harder in his hand as the sensations took
over. My body trembled and my cock started to spurt. Cum burst from my cock
with amazing force splattering the creamy load on the Prof, stomach. As my
body continued to tremble from the orgasm I continued my steady pumping of
the Prof. cock. " I want to see you cum" I said as I looked at him.  Seconds
after I said the words the Profs'. body tightened and trembled and his cock
started to unload the pearly white cum.

Moments passed and both of us were spent. I slumped on the bed exhausted and
happy. I expected to wake from the dream any second expecting to be very wet
with messy sheets. The dream did not end. After several minutes I got out of
bed. I felt good but found it difficult to make eye contact with the Prof. I
got a towel from the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I handed another to him
and he cleaned himself as well. I put my cloths on with my back to the
professor and I went back to my room. He did not say a word to me.

Back in my room all I could think was what just happened?  "I just had sex
with Prof. Wilton. One minute I was thinking about him and the next we were
in bed together. This doesn't make any sense. I was just telling him about
this ring.. The RING!! I never gave it back to him. I.. The ring. Was it the
ring??? Did the ring have some power over people? That's crazy there is no
such thing. A ring with mystical powers is the dumbest thing ever.

I recall reading stories that ancient people believed in the ability to
control others. To make lesser people do their bidding with just a thought.
This was ridiculous.

I lay back on my bed playing with the ring. Thinking about what had just
happened. I could not explain what happened. Was it desire? Was it the heat?
Was the Prof. Bi and just wanted to get off?

I met the team later that night for dinner, nothing seemed different. The
professor treated me exactly the same as he always did.

After dinner we all went to bed, our flight back to the states was very
early in the morning.

This ends Chapter 1 of The Ring