Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2020 08:16:00 -0500
From: Bob <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Excavating a Monastery

Excavating a Monastery
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.


A few years after completing my field work at Gustam Hall, Jack Hilliard,
one of the men I met there, called about another potential excavation.  It
was at a site in Scotland, Sincalum.  Sincalum was a village of some 500
people on a forbidding outcrop facing the North Sea. The village sat a mile
from the sea sheltered by cliffs that formed a natural amphitheater.

Two rock climbers found a cave near the top of the cliffs. The cave was
between two out crops and was entirely invisible from below and above.
Inside they found a wall with a carved panel. Jack wanted me to take a
look. I was in the United States, and he said he would pay for me visit. It
was at the end of the semester, so I was free.

"This is more than a casual interest?" I asked.

"In the cave the men found a sealed door covered in religious carvings. The
seem to date between 800 to 1000 A.D. They are advanced stylistically," he
explained.  "Calvin, you are famous for the discoveries at Gustam. We are
hunting for funding. Your approval or participation would make a big
difference in fund raising."

I said I would take a look. I didn't mention that I had finished the
documentation of the Gustam Hall work.  I had no projects lined up. A week
later I was in London and Jack picked me up and we drove to Scotland.

Jack told me his suspicions. "St. Columbia founded a series of monasteries
throughout Scotland in the 7th century. Iona is the best known. Many of
these were quite small and were isolated hermitages. Shortly after is
death, his successor founded a monastery on the east coast of Scotland.
The most important of these was dedicated to St. Calum Cille, the Scot's
form of Columbia's name," he explained. "It was a large and impressive
monastery.  The monastery last mention was just before the Viking raids."

"The Village name, Sincalum, is odd, and the only time it is used in
Scotland. It is possibly named for Saint Callum Cille. I suspect we have
found the site of the monastery," Jack continued. "It was said to be
wealthy.  A sealed chamber is tantalizing."

He pulled out his laptop and showed me an image of the door. In the center
was an elaborate bas-relief, white, stone panel. It was carved in a ninth
or tenth century style. It was so well preserved that it looked almost new.

"It is almost unbelievable, too good to be real," I said.

"That's what I thought, but it is real as far as we can tell," Jack
replied.  We talked for a while and went to bed early. We left early the
next morning for Sincalum. Six hours later we were in the village. The
local pronounced the towns name as Sink-Lum, so the connection to
St. Callum Cille was further disguised. We went to a farm on the edge of
town owned by the men who found the cave, the MacCall brothers, Angus,
Andrew, and David. They were in a depression on the top of the cliffs that
provided shelter for their sheep. Their sheep's wool was naturally water
resistant and was used for high end woolen fabrics.

It took a while to realize they were speaking English. The area was
isolated, and the local accent was distinctive.

We walked the site, and I noticed a number of possibly non-natural
features. There was a possible wall, and several building sites. Angus had
a limp, and he used a shovel as a walking stick. He dug down a half meter
and found the top of the wall. He dug a little more and found a stone with
a cross engraved on it.

The MacCalls were not too partial to strangers, by my status jumped a few
steps up with this discovery. I knew stuff, and the men liked that. Jack
tended to be a grants and fundraising guy. He was not a field
archaeologist. That night we talked about the potential of the site.

There was a potential the cave was not an isolated feature but was a part
of the monastery. We didn't know when the monastery disappeared, but the
Viking raids continued for years. The first raids were unexpected and
devastating. Perhaps other monasteries had time to prepare defenses. In the
back of my mind, I wondered if the monks had a chance to hide their
valuable items. I spent the night at the house. it was modest, but large
since they once had hired hands. By American standards, the house was
unheated.

Unexpectedly, it had a modern bathroom with heat. Angus' limp was due to a
broken leg. Soaking in warm water was the only time his leg felt good
during the healing process. The water was spring fed, and the bath was big
enough for three men. Angus was a big man, and it took two men to get him
into water without hurting the leg.

When I woke the next morning, I took a shower to warm up. Angus and David
joined me. Showering alone was not expected in the house. They seemed to
regard hot water as a rarity. Angus was a muscular, hairy man and seemed
bigger naked than dressed. David was a smaller, red bear. Both men were
well equipped. They seemed to enjoy their view of me. We had a hearty
breakfast and then went to the cave. They had made a complicated rigg to
get down the cliff. It looked odd, but it was easy to work and functional.

The cave entrance was all but invisible, even close up. There was a hook to
snag to pull the hoist over to the ledge. The ledge looked narrow but when
you were on it, it was almost eight feet wide. Just inside the cave
entrance were solar powered lights. There was nothing in the cave until you
were 20 feet down a narrow passage. At the end of the passage was a
circular space and the doorway. The stone panel was three feet wide and
seven feet high.  The carvings were delicate and elaborate. It looked more
like jewelry than sculpture.

I have always been a lucky man. My interests are odd and specialized. My
interests included Dark Age inscriptions. Few could read it write, so the
inscriptions could be elaborate. If you couldn't read the elaboration of
the inscription could attest to the importance of the inscription. Within
the complex arrangements of snakes and dragons, I found the Latin
inscription, "Here lies Abbot". The portion of the stone with the name was
broken off.

Every snake was crisp and sharp. While the stone had obviously been moved,
the stone showed no sign of weathering. I wondered if was the tomb of a
recently deceased Abbot which had been broken open to provide stones for
the wall. I could visualize monks demolishing a building to create a wall
or perhaps to drop from the wall on the invading Vikings. My mind was
slipping into a made for TV movie mode, so I looked at the cruder stones
surrounding the sculpted stone. It was crude but effective. There were no
signs of cracks, or gaps in the stonework.

After two hours we were out of the cave. I told Jack that it looked as if
the chamber was unopened and may have been the grave of an important abbot
or a safe place to store valuables during the Viking attacks. It was
potentially a major find. I said I had some equipment with me that might
confirm the contents of the cave.

That afternoon we met with Alistair Macmillan. The name sort of rang a
bell, but a small bell. We drove about twenty miles north to a windswept
peninsula with a large, ultra-modern mansion. Something clicked in my mind,
oil baron.

I was wrong about that. Oil equipment baron was correct. He was the
disinherited son of an Australian oil man.  He made oil riggs and ocean oil
drilling platforms. He also made windmills and was working on tidal
generators. He was reclusive, wealthy, and mysterious.  While his father
disinherited him, he forgot to change his will, so when he died, Alistair
was fabulously wealthier.

Jack and I told him what we had found and what the potential importance
might be. He asked if it had potential to make money. I told him no, there
might be a modest tourist increase, but the Dark Ages were a specialized
interest.

"Well Calvin, you are the first man to present me with a project that will
not make money," Alistair said. "Sign me up. How much do you need?"

"Maybe 200,000.00 pounds," Jack said.

"Okay, send me a proposal and I will accept it. Is a check okay?" Alistair
asked.

"Mr. Macmillan, we will be doing a little investigation with an electronic
probe tomorrow," I said. "Would you be interested in watching?" I ask.

"One of my daughters is interested in archaeology. Could she come along?"
he asked.

"Is she afraid of heights?" I asked.

"As far as I can tell, she isn't afraid of anything," he replied.

Jack went off to the nearest big town to find less rustic accommodation
than the MacCall' s farm. I was fine with the farm and the guys. I got out
my equipment and checked to make sure it worked. High tech computer
equipment was new to them, but David was fascinated with it and understood
it. Angus was in the shower with me that night and I had the feeling he was
checking me out.

The next morning, Alistair and his daughter, Oliva, were at the site just
after we got there at 9:30.  Alistair looked a bit woozy when he saw the
hoist. Olivia was ready to go. Angus gave her instructions, and she did
exactly as she was told.

At the cave, the plan was to drill a small hole through the stone wall next
to the slab and insert a diminutive camera to see what was in the room. It
would take a video of the entire room and record the video on a laptop.

Angus drilled the hole without much effort, and I inserted the camera. I
had used a camera like it before, but it had been greatly improved. I took
pictures, but also used radar to make a basic three-dimensional image of
the space. We did that for a half hour, the pulled the camera out and
resealed the door so that modern elements could not enter the sealed
space. Our probe did a chemical analysis of the air in the room. There was
almost no oxygen in the room.

When saw the images, the room was a treasure trove. It was not a
metaphysical treasure trove; it was actual treasure. Gold chalices, crosses
and incense burners were there and there appeared to ten to fifteen books,
some in jewel encrusted bindings in the corner. There was also a stone
coffin, with a wooden top. I realized the carved slab in the door had been
part of the top. I suspected this was the treasures of the monastery and
the objects were hidden in the cave to protect them from the Vikings. We
returned to the top of the cliff and told Alistair and Jack the good news.

We went to the farm and talked. This was a huge discovery and had to be
treated with the greatest care. The cave was astounding, but I suspected
the walls we had found earlier were the remains of the monastery. I
surmised we had a complete Dark Ages Monastery and its treasure intact. I
couldn't tell if Alistair understood that, but Olivia did.

I later found out Alistair had three sons and Olivia.  Somehow, she escaped
the Little Princess problem, and was smart and clever. Alistair also knew
that the three MacCall brothers owned the site and the artifacts on the
site. He told this to them and explained the situation. This surprised me,
but I later found out this the was the secret to his success. He was honest
and direct.

We discussed the project. I suggested it be kept secret until the contents
were safe. Alistair said he could provide security. Jack and I had
connections to staff the project. I mentioned Roddy, who had been the site
captain at the Gustem Hall excavation. Jack knew of him. I said I would
call and see if he was available.

Angus said it was best to work in the summer, since the balmy weather ended
in September. It was April so we had four months of good weather.  Angus
said it could be a bit breezy. 50 degrees and 15 to 20 miles an hour winds
were balmy for Angus.

Jack said he would talk the authorities about the project. Alistair
volunteered that he knew some people if there was a problem. The property
was privately owned, so it wasn't listed.

"What about my sheep?" Angus asked. "They don't like fuss and bother."

"Archaeologists are not typically rowdy, there is no heavy equipment
involved," I said. "We can be careful near the animals. Actually, some of
the archaeologist may be shaggier than the sheep."

That night I called Roddy. He was both interested in the potential
excavation and available. He had been going to work on a project, but the
funding had failed to materialize. Hank and Georgy were also available.
They were the laborers who could do heavy work and had a delicate
touch. Roddy had a team that was ready to go.

After Jack, Alistair, and Olivia left the evening quieted down. We had a
simple but filling dinner. We talked and went to bed. I went to take a
shower and found Angus and Anthony already showering. I turned to leave,
and Angus told me to join them, "We're all boys here!" Let's just say I
have no problem with a group shower.

"I figured you would join us. we noticed you were well equipped," Angus
said. He paused and added, "Sometimes we get playful in the shower."

I glanced at him and saw his cock was a firmer than it had been. I cupped
my balls. "I am playful too. To be truthful, I tend to get uninhibited when
I'm inspired."

Andrew joined us, "I hope it's not too crowded in here?" he said.

"Calvin just told us he was uninhibited," Angus said.

"What does that mean?" Andrew asked.

"I like to fuck and suck," I said. "I top, bottom, shoot cum, and eat it
too. I seem to like it all."

"Do you ever choke on it?" David asked.

"Only when I get lucky," I replied.

"Are three guys too much good luck?" Angus asked.

"I think I will know the answer to that in an hour or so," I said. I was
outnumbered but the MacCall boys were mellow and relaxed except for their
cocks. Later, Angus told me they hadn't fucked a new ass in a while. I was
a real treat. They fucked me starting with the smallest cock and ending
with Angus's monster. I wasn't sure that a gang bang was the best way to
start a relationship. We all enjoyed it and after Angus came in me, he
sucked me off.

"Damn, it's nice to taste something new," he said. David was at my ass and
licked his brother's sperm from my ass. I went to bed. When I woke David
came to be and sucked me off. He said it was a thank you gift.

That morning I walked the area above the cliffs. Scotland tends to be
rocky, but the lumps, mounds and bumps formed a potential monastery site.
This was complicated by the tendency of the Dark Ages residents to avoid
right angles and orderly plans. Romans built rectangular towns and cities
when ever possible. That disappeared with the Romans. I was with David and
Andrew who carried shovels. The dug a trial pit to check on potential
buildings. These were 30 to 40% successful. That was a good result.

We found one structure which was rectangular. We actually hit the
right-angled intersection of two walls. Houses were often round, but a
church was usually rectangular. This was a potentially spectacular find. If
further excavation revealed it was a larger building, we had found the
church.

It had been a good day's work. Around two in the afternoon, Olivia
returned. She came with a chauffeur and a bodyguard. She wanted to talk to
me.

She wanted to work on the project. She admitted she had no training, but
she would like to be involved. I told her it would be difficult. The work
was dirty and tedious. You can go for weeks without finding anything of
note. I told here it might be difficult with the rest of the staff. "Few of
them arrive in a Rolls-Royce," I added.

"Calvin, I have that problem now. The girls at my school fathers are just
millionaires," she said.

"Is your father the only billionaire?" I asked.

She burst out laughing. "There are only two others," she said. "I would
like to be someone other than Alistair Macmillan's daughter. I've never
tried and it's about time."

"What if you screw up and I have to let you go?" I asked.

"I will go and lie to my father. I will tell him it was too much for me and
I quit. I won't endanger your funding," she said. "He would love it if I
came home to Daddy."

We had another day of field walking and I said would start are nine. I told
her dress for dirt, muck, and sheep. She left happy as a lark.

I went back to the MacCall house. Angus was alone.

"Cecil, I got the impression you had a good time last night. Am I right
about that?" he asked. I told him I enjoyed it.

"You may have guessed the boys and I enjoy it a lot too. It's not just a
passing interest," he added.

"I don't think I'm going to find the right girl soon," I said. "It's not a
passing interest."

"It seems to me, that our interests in man sex is the same as yours. Is
that right?" he asked. We have a few mates who drop by from time to time,"
he continued. "They aren't pretty, but they are playful.  I was wondering
if you might like to meet them?"

"Are your mates as playful as you and your brothers?" I asked.

"We only get together every month or so. They want some fun," Angus said.

"I would be glad to meet them. Are the shy meeting new men?" I asked.

"It's been a while, but I think they will be fine," Angus replied.

Around eight a guy knocked on the door. "Eddie, I'm glad you could make
it," David said as a police constable in uniform entered.

"Sorry about wearing my work clothes," Eddie said. "I had to work late."
Angus introduced me to him.

Eddie was a big solid man. I had a friend who described some men as having
no future in ballet. Eddie was that type, solid, massive and a bit
gruff. He was the perfect man to deal with drunks. Even a drunk could
recognize him as not to be trifled with. He had played Rugby with Angus
before the broken leg. We shook hands, as a second man arrived. Noel was a
social worker. He was slightly disheveled, red haired man with an
impressive beard.

The third guest was a distinguished older man, Malcomb. He was tall, thin
and was perfectly dressed and groomed. My mother told me the well-dressed
man looked as if he belonged in the clothes he wore. It was effortless and
natural.

After a little conversation we adjourned to the bedrooms. I took a quick
trip to the shower where I ran into Eddie and Noel. They were average
looking men, but in the shower, I noted their sexual assets.

"I know we have just met," Eddie said, "but Angus told me you bottom. I
haven't fucked a new man in a long while. I'm fully loaded."

I briefly considered being standoffish, but since I had one hand on his
cock and the other on Noel's member, I assumed it was too late to play the
virgin.

"Would it bother your mates to find your man seed in my ass?" I asked.

Eddie smiled and Noel dropped to the floor so he could suck me. It wasn't
his first time. As I guessed, letting Eddie fuck me was a good way to make
friends quickly. The men were not lovers, they were all friends with
benefits. It turned out that Eddie had a lot of experience fucking fellow
Rugby players in the showers. He knew how to work an ass. The players had
an informal rule that you didn't rear load a guy. Apparently, there was a
contest to see who could shoot the farthest after the ass play.

Eddie was a big man his kielbasa style was a good fit for my ass. His
orgasm tickled my ass and excited me. Letting him shoot in my ass was a
good move on my part. He loved it and his load lubricated the hard to reach
places in my ass. We joined the other men, and the extra lubrication was
useful. My versatility and willingness to please seemed to please all of
them.

As a new man, I was both an interesting novelty and a first-rate
fucker-sucker. I think I was one or two steps more open and versatile than
they were. As with most gay men, they were all willing to learn new
tricks. Everyone left by ten, so they left wanting more. The day in
Sincalum started at dawn so the men needed rest.

The next morning, we dug test pits. Oliva returned and put in a full day's
work. She had the good luck to uncover a sculpted stone. With a little
clean up I realized it was part of particularly elaborate stone cross.
These crosses were usually in close association with a church. I was
feeling that we had discovered the monastery.