Date: Wed, 21 Apr 2021 21:04:53 -0400
From: Bob <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Excavating a pyramid 4

Excavating a Pyramid. 4

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

You would have thought that things would have calmed down after the
coup. The excavation returned to the normal pace. The potential for armed
attack vanished, but the importance of the discovery increased.

This was in an out of the way location similar to our Scottish
excavations. This was good. We could partially control the publicity and
media. The weather was either hot and rainy or very hot and very rainy. The
country had always been a backwater and local hotels were four stars short
of a four-star rating. Air conditioning was available when the electric
system worked.

Only hardy journalists, environmental or serious documentary types came to
see us. One other group came, Sparky’s Guys. These were men and women
who were trying to develop a higher level of comfort in the area. They were
solar and wind power proponents. The area was dirt poor, so the only free
fuels were solar, water and wind. While some were interested in the power
side, others were interested in ultra-high efficiency appliances, air
conditioning and refrigeration. They were all true believers, so the heat
and rain were not a problem.

The cross shaped part of the tomb’s walls and ceilings were covered in
hieroglyphs. We decided to have detailed photographs made so translations
could begin. This might be the largest Mayan inscription yet discovered and
might transform the understanding of the area. We left the tomb unopened
but did non-destructive investigations.

There was no competition, but that didn’t stop their efforts to make
their findings public. Universities could get a public relations windfall
for their often-obscure Archaeology departments. Archaeology is not a
money-making department for most universities.

Radar discovered there was a cross-shaped room under the main chamber. The
stone sarcophagus sealed the entrance. Earlier radar investigations could
not penetrate through the stone structure of the upper room. We also
discovered the Sarcophagus was made six stones. The top, bottom and four
sides were separate. It could be disassembled to get into the underground
chamber.

Mud appeared from nowhere.  Somehow two hours later, Olivia appeared with
Mud’s brother, the Hon. Dudley Comstock, and a friend Gilbert. Gilbert
was an archaeologist with no field experience. He was a teacher. When I saw
him, I noticed he shared one characteristic of a true archaeologist. He was
impressively poorly dressed. Nothing fit or matched.

Mud was shocked since he hadn’t seen his younger brother in 12
years. Olivia had a plan. She, Mud, Dudley, and Maximillian Jones, a newly
arrived professional archaeologist were to do more investigation on the
second, recently discovered site. I was to teach everything I knew to
Gilbert. I should have complained but I knew Olivia well enough to know
that was useless.

“By the way, Gilbert is much smarter than he looks,” Olivia
said. “He needs some field work, and this should be a trial by fire.”
Julio and Young Juan were to lead the local diggers.

It seemed very spur of the moment, but that was an illusion. Olivia was a
leader of men. She had it planned with her father’s help. They went off
in a copter leaving me with Gilbert. He was to bunk with me. Gilbert was
intelligent and knowledgeable, but his feet had never touched ground in any
place wilder than Oxford.

That evening Gilbert met me in the shower. It was hard to believe the man
in the ill-fitting clothes was the same man I had seen earlier. He was
muscular and handsome. I was trying to decide if I should look down and
stare at his cock when Gilbert swallowed my entire tool. Five or six
seconds later I knew I wasn’t the first. Gilbert had a doctorate in cock
sucking. Luckily, that had be my second major at college.

Gilbert told me he was 150% gay, but he had little time for sexual play. He
was a busy man with classes, advising and committee meetings. Almost
everyone he came into contact with was underage, a student, or was after
something. He favorite advisor got in trouble and left the University. He
died a few years later, in what was thought to be a suicide.

One of my old friends told me I wasn’t exactly a good-looking man, but I
didn’t make anyone want to puke when they saw me. When I saw Gilbert
naked, I realized he was drop dead gorgeous. I figured he would settle for
me in a pinch.

Later I found out I had misjudged Gilbert and he had misjudged me. Gilbert
like manly men. I was often covered in sweat, covered in dirt, and finding
works of stunning importance. He thought I was attractive in a way a real
man should be attractive.

As I got to know him better, I realized Gilbert was not a hot house
flower. His academic career had been so successful, it had been difficult
to get away from it and wander through out of the way places looking for
artifacts. Gilbert was a brilliant writer. He made complicated and obscure
things easy to understand. His books were both scholarly and accessible. He
was an academic star. I was producing the raw materials he could fashion
into a book.

I was known as the archaeologist with the best luck in the world. I worked
hard in difficult sites and was able to recognize major finds. I didn’t
just find them; I was able to understand them and relate them to ancient
history.

Gilbert told me he was all top and liked to be sucked.  He was not a
sucker. Eventually he sucked me. That was a success, but he wasn’t so
sure about getting fucked. The next morning, he woke me up early and asked
if he could suck me off again. He told me he had a Paul on the road to
Damascus moment.

Gilbert had a good day at the dig. It was an unusually hot day, I was close
to thinking that humidity had to be 120%, the laws of nature be damned.

He was working on one of the low mounds near a possible entrance to the
vanished house or temple on the top. There was a tendency to burry much
loved family members near the entrance. This might have been to keep them
in the family even after death, or the bodies might have been intended to
protect the place in death as they had in life.

Gilbert found a warrior’s body three feet down. The skull and a few of
the man’s bones survived. The rest had dissolved into the earth. The
entire jade armor and weaponry of the warrior was preserved. Wall paintings
of warriors survived. We now knew what it looked like. A remarkable portion
of the weapons and armor were jade.

The jade incrusted warrior was a sensation. The local Mayan population made
the equivalent of chain mail in jade. They tied flat pieces of jade into
what was essentially chain mail. This was a stunning discovery and Gilbert
was the man of the hour.

He was a careful man, and it took a month to excavate the entire find. He
found some leather knots that tied the jade together, and remains of a
quilted undergarment. These were small finds, but it added to the
understanding of the warrior’s garments.

Gilbert’s approach to sex changed too. His previous sexual experiences
were limited, and his partners were limited too. They were only a few
playmates. They were also more limited by imagination. It wasn’t that
Gilbert had a limited repertoire of skills; he couldn’t imagine any
others. His family had been members of an ultra-strict Baptist Church. They
were none too sure that sex was allowable in marriage. That had proved to
be a major impediment to personal growth.

Gilbert was close to being a sexual cripple. I had long ago realized that
sex is its own reward and it all but teaches itself. I had to be careful. I
didn’t want to mar the learning process with something crude or
painful. My thoughts were startling. Gilbert was just a guy. I was
concerned about him and wondered if he might become much more than a guy to
me.

Normally Central American expeditions were in the spring and fall to avoid
the intense summer heat. The coup attempt ruined or schedule, and we had to
work through the summer. I laughed to myself. I thought I might become more
English. I sent off an e-mail to old friends saying, “All is well here
other than the attempted coup and the grenade explosion.”

Gilbert was supposed to return to the States, but he wanted the complete
the excavation of the jade warrior. National Geographic wanted him to write
an article on it. He was surprised his university allowed him to
stay. National exposure would generate millions in good publicity.

Gilbert relaxed after his discovery. He had a brilliant career as a
teacher, but he had been a paper archaeologist. He had no field experience
and now he had a memorable find. He didn’t need to prove himself
anymore.

Mud returned to our site. The survey of the second city had been completed
and the crew sent home. The locals became guards to protect the site from
treasure hunters.

Mud joined Gilbert and me in the quarters. I would had guessed that Mud and
Gilbert would get along like oil and water. I was wrong. Mud thought
Gilbert was handsome, and I think Gilbert thought Mud was from another
planet and should be studied. Mud joined him working on the jade warrior,
and he knew every labor-saving technique known to diggers. He also knew
every way to keep cool, or at least cooler. Gilbert got more work done with
less effort, and he appreciated that.

While Mud might be an alien, he had an impressive, earthly cock. Mud also
had no hang ups about sex or sex practices. Gilbert was puzzled at this,
but not so puzzled as to avoid experimenting. Mud had a mystical vision of
sex that seemed to be related to the hippie movement of the 1960s. Of
course, he also was attracted to the local men’s sexual practices.

Mud believed that sperm was the life force that created new life. While
this had a tangible result in pregnancy, when men exchanged sperm, they
enhanced their own life forces. The scientific basis for this theory was
questionable, but it greatly elevated his gay sexual practices. It appealed
to Gilbert. It elevated sex to a higher level for him too.

One weekend when I was in the capital giving El Toro and Maria an update,
Mud and Gilbert connected. Mud had an unexpected missionary zeal to spread
the virtues of man-to-man sex. It was even stranger that Gilbert was
receptive. They apparently had a successful anal meeting.

When I returned to the site early Monday morning, I worked with the
technical people trying to figure out how to investigate the chambers under
the main level. We decided to drill a hole into the chamber and use
Sparky’s Bee sized drones to access the situation the next day. By the
time I got back to my quarters, Gilbert was already asleep.

The temperatures and the humidity were nightmarish. Manual labor was
exhausting and when you returned to the quarters you tended to
collapse. The temperatures in the quarters were between 78 and 80 degrees,
but the humidity was well below 50%. It seemed cool and refreshing. I
showered and fell asleep immediately.

The next day I visited Gilbert’s excavation of the Jade Warrior. It was
progressing well. Gilbert had discussed discoveries with local weavers and
net makers. They recognized some of the knots and techniques, many of which
were still in use. Gilbert was able to fill in the missing parts of the
armor construction.

Later we drilled the hole into the lower chamber, and inserted an
environmental drone that gave the temperature, humidity, and the chemical
composition of the air. We temporarily plugged the hole until we understood
the potential problems.

We decided to send the photographic and digital scanning drones into the
chambers the next morning. Everything was going well, but there was still
unease about the coup and the two grenades. Most of the Jade Warrior had
been excavated and the artifacts were sent to Penn for detailed
analysis. Cristóbal had no advanced laboratories. The conserved items
would be returned.

While there was a tense atmosphere at the site. I had a chance to relax the
night. Cosby, Mad Dog and Jesus were in the module and they were all in a
good mood. I walked into Gilbert, Mud, and Mad Dog in the showers. The
sexual preliminaries were underway, so I joined in.

I later found out that Gilbert was worried I would object to his sexual
connection with Mud. I had no problem with that.  Gilbert’s life had
been dominated by hard and fast rules. The more fluid life at the
excavation was new to him.  Sex was not the same as ownership or a lifetime
commitment. While I am not a puritan, Mud was more than just open
minded. He wasn’t mean or demanding. He could go with the flow, although
the flow tended to include more and more varied sex.

Mad Dog bent over to suck Gilbert and Mud was nudging his cock into Mad
Dog’s ass.  I was behind Gilbert. My cock was at his ass and he
didn’t complain.

“Mud let me fuck him,” he whispered.

“Was it good?” I asked.

“I shot off in him. It was beautiful,” he replied. Mud was deep in
Mad Dog’s ass by now. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“That depends on when you want me to fuck you,” I said.

“Is now too soon?” he asked. My cock was just inches from his hole. I
nudged it in, and discovered he was lubricated. I pushed a little
harder. Gilbert shot off into Mad Dog’s mouth. Gilbert’s sphincter
opened and I went deep. he discovered that my cock fit his ass
perfectly. It would have been a shock to him, had he been able to think
about anything other than my perfect cock in his perfect ass.

Gilbert was the perfect case of a man who desperately needed the one thing
that he dreaded most of all. Everything was clear after we had a joint
orgasm. That might have been embarrassing since Mad Dog and Mud were
watching, but they were supportive and understanding.

Mud knew that sex is both physical and mental. His interlude with Gilbert
had been all physical. When he saw us together, he knew it was mental
too. He later told me that he would have liked more, but when he saw us, he
knew we had it. Gilbert and I went to my bedroom. Mad Dog and Mud went to
Mud’s room. Santiago joined them and they fucked each other to sleep.

The next morning a team from the Mexican army made an exhaustive search for
bombs on the site. They found four unexploded grenades. Apparently, the
rebels were using grenades that were well past their expiration date and
had been poorly made. The people on the site were more relaxed after the
Mexican visit. The bomb crew was off to the capital to do more bomb
clearance.

We drilled a hole for the drone access to the underground chamber. The
drones worked their magic and immediately proved their worth. The
underground chamber had painted murals in fantastic condition. The colors
were brilliant and looked like they were new.

Paintings are fragile and delicate compared to sculpted
ornamentation. These paintings appeared to be in perfect condition. We
decided to postpone opening the chamber until we could ensure the safety of
the paintings. We could leave them alone.

Sparky’s Guys were in nerd heaven. Drones were not designed to make
perfect photographs of ancient art works. They were hard at work programing
the drones to do systematic scans of the paintings, and to calculate the
difference between the drone’s light sources compared to daylight so the
reproduction would be accurate. They also developed a formula to eliminate
the jitter of the drone, so the images could be perfectly focused.

In several places the paint had flaked off. A drone captured the flakes and
produce a chemical analysis of the paint and also identified the soot from
the torches used for light by the painters. Sparky’s people also
reprogramed a drone to identify carbon, and it was able to find the
location of the torches by carbon thickness.

The results were stunning. The photographs were made public, and for the
first time the general public saw ancient paintings before they were
excavated. Combined with Gilbert’s Jade Warrior there was a new focus on
Central America and the indigenous people of the area.

The unexpected discoveries were making a mess of our plan for the
excavation. We were seriously behind on the necessary documentation of the
discoveries. I focused on the hieroglyphic inscriptions and then on the
mural cycle. Gilbert focused on the Jade Warrior and the non-religious
governmental, military, and ordinary life of the general population.

Mud got along well with the local on habitants. He spoke fluent Spanish and
soon was familiar with the Indian dialects. I had been used to seeing him
as a mud-covered digger. He was eccentric, but intelligent, and he seemed
to bond with the indigenous inhabitants.

A little looting and treasure hunting had been typical of the
villagers. Alistair’s salaries and the bonuses for important finds
changed all that. People buying looted works for resale do not pay top
dollar. We paid well and regularly. We provided heath care and
education. Art thieves provide no health care, and payment can be
problematic.

Santiago was a demanding man, but he was honest. He mentioned that he
thought the punishment for looting should be amputation. When soldiers
involved in the coup came, Santiago protected the villagers, and punished
the bad men. When the Villagers found objects, they reported it to the
village elders. They reported it to us. Life was good.

We hadn’t guessed that the pyramid still had undiscovered treasures that
would have dazzled Indiana Jones.