Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2001 09:14:03 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Expedition 1 Expedition - 1 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 a 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 it. My short term job in Lynchburg had just finished up and I was looking for another position when I got a call from Gilbert in New York. He had a friend who was mounting an archaeological expedition to Central America and needed a staff architect. I was more than interested. I met Gilbert when he was playing Santa in the local Mall and we had spent Christmas together with his elves. I learned more about sex in that one weekend than I had learned in the previous 60 years of my life. We both knew that we had the basis for a good relationship, but we also had obligations and weren't about to make long term commitments without getting to know each other better. He returned to New York and I finished the project in Lynchburg. I arranged to fly up to New York and that Sunday and meet with Gilbert's friend on Monday. Gilbert was out of town that weekend, but would be back Monday evening. He offered to leave the keys to his apartment with the doorman, but I said it would be easier for me to get a hotel room and we would meet the next day. Gilbert's friend was Albert Van der Veldt, the director of the Institute for American Studies, and their offices were in a townhouse on the upper East Side. My meeting was at 10:00. I was hired by 11:00 and spent the afternoon getting oriented in my new office. The job was closer to being a fantasy than work. The Institute was undertaking the excavation and then study the potential for restoration of a recently discovered Mayan city at Santa Maria Espagnosia in southern Mexico. The intention was both to do a scholarly study of the city and to consider the possibility of developing the place as a tourist attraction for this poor part of Mexico. I was to design facilities for the expedition, and to serve as the architectural consultant for the excavation. The architect hired to do the job had dropped out at the last minute and I was hired on the spot because they were well behind schedule. The previous architect had been stringing them along. When he took the other position, they found that none of the preliminary work that they thought had been done hadn't been started, not alone completed. I am a quick study, and by that afternoon was well on the way to formulating a work plan. Mr. Van der Veldt came by at four and we went over my plan. I would fly to Mexico that week; look over the site and see what local labor was available. I had spent years in foreign countries so I was aware of the problems, although Mexico was new to me. He seemed pleased and offered to drive me to Gilbert's apartment on his way to his home in the suburbs. Gilbert's apartment was in Sutton Place. It was a nondescript, dark brick building. Van der Veldt went in with me. The door man called up and we went to the 18th floor. Gilbert greeted us at the door. I shook hands, Van der Veldt and Gilbert kissed. They were old friends. The apartment was much larger than I had guessed and beautifully furnished in antiques and theatrical memorabilia. Gilbert had been staying in a motel in Lynchburg and I had assumed he lived in modest circumstances in New York. That was wrong. There was nothing modest about the apartment. Gilbert fixed drinks and we sat down. Van der Veldt was in his fifties with a grey beard and a disconcerting resemblance to Czar Nicolas II. I mentioned this. "Actually I look like George V, the Czar's cousin. A bit older and heavier than the Czar. I met Gilbert doing a play. It was a non speaking, but royal role, I just stood and looked regal. The play was a failure but Gilbert and I hit it off so all wasn't lost." I told him of my meeting with Gilbert in the men's room of the Mall in Lynchburg. "Pissing with Santa!" Gilbert said laughing. "Not the ideal way to start a friendship. We had a great Christmas. The elves joined us." I explained the circumstances, leaving out the sexual aspect. That made it a short story. "Are you on the way to Westchester?" Gilbert asked Albert. "Eventually, but Betty is out of town so I was going to catch dinner on the way back." "Nonsense! Have dinner with Bob and me." Gilbert said. "I want to hear what you are planning. Did you bring your bags?" he asked of me. "They're still at the hotel," I said. "I haven't been back since this morning. I've had no chance to pick them up." Albert offered to take me over to check out and pick up my luggage while Gilbert worked on dinner. That suited everyone so we went off to my hotel. Returning an hour later the apartment smelled of roasting coq au vin. Gilbert told me to change into something more comfortable so I went to the guest bedroom and changed. When I emerged Gilbert was in shorts and a golf shirt, Albert was in a mesh tank top and gym shorts. We had another drink. "Gilbert described your Christmas holiday to me in some detail." Albert said. "I admire your discreet way of describing it. Gil was more graphic." He laughed. "We go back a long way! No secrets." "Was your first meeting with Gil also sanitized?" I asked. "We had met a good two hours before we got naked." Albert said. "I should have mentioned that our expedition has an alternative lifestyle's aspect. That's never mentioned at the office, but this is an all gay group. Wait until you meet out contacts in Mexico. They are a trip." "I never think of gay Hispanics." I said. "We are everywhere." Albert said. "Well, I ran into this guy on a trip. Roberto has a big ranch that he uses as a sanctuary for gay men. Not in the yellow pages, but that's what it is. We hit it off, and I visited him. He showed me the ruins. They have great potential. He has some powerful friends, as do I, and the expedition was born." "Albert tells me that Roberto's boys are very friendly, as is he." Gilbert said. "I may join the expedition as a volunteer. He says it's well worth a trip to sunny Mexico." We talked about the expedition. I didn't know much about Mayan architecture yet, but 40 years of reading seemed to have left me better informed than I thought. And we soon realized that we were all on the same wave length. We had dinner and I wasn't sure what was expected. I wanted to jump into bed with Gilbert, and was willing to share it with Albert, but didn't know the plan. Albert explained their relationship. Albert had been a friend of Karl, Gilbert's late lover, when Carl died, Albert and Gilbert got together. "Platonic." Gilbert said. "No sex?" I asked. Both men laughed. "Just pal sex, not true love sex!" Albert said. "Fun and no strings. I loved Carl, but he was so attached to Gilbert, it was pal sex for him. Not for me." "Are you sure that pal sex is Platonic?" I said. "There could be misunderstandings." "Carl was clear about it." Albert said. "After he died Gilbert and I started to get together more regularly. It's odd but I felt so much better after I got Gilbert's cock in my ass. I felt what Carl felt." "I think we pioneered the use of anal sex as grief therapy!" Gilbert said. "We were both down in the dumps about Carl's death. Things got better after we connected." The phone rang and Gilbert left the room to answer it. "Gilbert said that you two really hit it off." Albert said, he had dropped his voice so that Gilbert couldn't hear him. "I've got no problem dropping out of Gilbert's life if that's what you want. Gilbert was elated when he returned from that silly Santa stint! I haven't seen him that happy for years." I felt a surge of relief. I felt the same way about Gilbert, but our natural reserve made it difficult to talk about our feelings. "Frankly, I would have thought that a monogamous relationship was my preference." I said. "But, after I met the elves, I don't think I have a problem. It was great and two extra guys in bed did nothing to hurt it. Hell, I was never so turned on in my life." Gilbert returned to the room. "Bob, you won't believe this, but that was my agent. He's looking for twin men to play a staring role in a Victorian farce!" he said. "You know, twins separated at birth, comical mix ups, concluding with everyone marrying a rich heiress. I said, man, do I have the boys for you!" "Any role for you?" Albert asked. "Rich Uncle looking for his disgraced sister's children!" Gilbert said. "Unbelievable opportunity. Let's celebrate! Champaign!" "A toast for success, followed by wild sex!" Albert said. He winked at Gilbert. "Life is good!" I had been thinking of Gilbert for three months ever since Christmas and was afraid that I had over romanticized our relationship. That wasn't a problem. Albert wasn't a problem either. He was well hung and willing to help wherever there was an opportunity. Gilbert worked his magic on me and I popped. "I'd love to have Gilbert's cock in my ass." Albert whispered. "Would that bother you?" I told him it was fine with me. I held Albert while Gilbert worked his monster into the hole. I hadn't had that experience yet. Albert was whimpering, but every time Gilbert tried to stop, he objected. Albert was really uncomfortable, the cock was too big, but he never lost his erection. I didn't know if it was the pain that turned Albert on, or if it was the desire to feel what Carl felt. Whatever it was ir worked. Gilbert popped as Albert sprayed us all with cum. Albert left and Gilbert and I fell asleep. I dreamed of Gilbert and Mayan cocks. Two days later I flew into Mexico City and a man held up a sign for me as I got off the plane. "Roberto?'" I asked. "No, senor." He said. "Carlo. Roberto sent me here to take you to the ranch. Are you ready for a long drive?" He was about 35, short but muscular, with black hair and a mustache. His English was good, but heavily accented. He collected my baggage and we left in a Bronco. The car was old and well used but in good condition. "You are the architect?" He asked. I said yes and asked him what he did. "I guess you could say I am a foreman officially." He said. "I ran a construction company for a while, and worked for Roberto on the main house. I liked it so much I moved in." "It's that nice?" I asked. "It is that nice." Carlo said. "It's a long drive, we can stop for the night if you wish." I told him that we might as well get there that day. The roads turned from modern highways to country roads, eventually they got downright rustic. Carlo was good company, well educated and informative. We stopped for dinner and got to the house near midnight. Carlo took me to a guest house, brought in my luggage and I went to sleep. I slept well but woke early, got dressed and went out to look around. The ranch was hacienda like with an almost Hollywood flair. I almost expected to find Zoro there. It was heavily landscaped with tropical plants. While it looked natural, I was sure a gifted landscape architect was at work. "Can I help you?" A voice said behind me. I jumped and turned. "Excuse me. I'm Bob Baskerville, the new architect. I was just admiring the house. It's beautiful. I hope I wasn't trespassing." I looked at the man. He was a good six-four, and 250 pounds of all muscle, with black hair and beard and a great tan. He was shirtless, wearing only white slacks. His chest was covered in curly black hair. "I'm Roberto! Good to meet you!" He said. "I'm surprised to see you up so early; that is a long trip." He was an intimidating man, but when he smiled he was transformed. He was immensely cordial and out going. "This is an exciting project. I'm ready to go." I said. "My last job was in Lynchburg, Virginia, so this is a welcome change." "It is exciting. I'm an amateur archaeologist myself so that aspect is interesting, but I have been trying to find a way help this area out of its poverty." Roberto said. "Let me show you around." The place was wonderful. The main house was both informal and grand, rough-hewn and elegant. Service buildings made the place look like a small village. He showed me barns and workshops and ended the tour at a bunk house. The bunk house wrapped around a central courtyard with a pool in the middle. It was still before six in the morning and the men were getting up. They must have ranged in age from 16 to 50. Some were full-blooded Mayans. Others were Spanish, with the full range of Mexican racial types in-between. All were nude and didn't mind having Roberto and a stranger wander in. "There are usually 16-20 men here, but a crew is at the archaeological site already, so there are only 12 today." He said then he called a man over to us. "Juan, this is senor Baskerville, you will work with him during his stay here." Juan was a young looking Indian, with straight black hair and a rich brown skin tone. He had a thick uncut cock poking from his pubic bush. "Poppa! Come here and meet Mr. Baskerville." Roberto called. Poppa was about 50, tall and solid. He looked more European, grey and shaggy from head to toe, with a long uncut cock framed by low hangers. "You can be Mr. Baskerville's servant." "I don't need servants!" I protested. "Nonsense." Roberto said. "You are a new man in a new place. Poppa will help you get acclimated. He knows this area like the back of his hand. Juan is interested in architecture. Think of him as a student. He needs some help with his English too." He finished our tour of the bunk house with the shower room. Four men were showering. One guy was sucking the quartet. None of them minded us watching. "We tend to be a bit informal here in the country." Roberto said. "I hope you are not offended?" "No, not at all. This isn't like Lynchburg at all!" I said. Roberto laughed. Juan and Pappa pulled on some shorts and followed us to the main house. "It's time for breakfast." It was a big English style breakfast, bacon and eggs jelly and jam. We ate, I got dressed and we drove off to the excavation site. It was twenty minutes away across open country in the jungle. The area around the house was cleared, but the jungle became thick and lush less than a half mile away. The site was over grown, with trails cleared in the thick vegetation. We went to a trailer and met Carlo, the site supervisor and Sean, an archaeologist. They had a good survey of the property and the outline of the city was clear. There were two large pyramids, a ball field and a number of long narrow buildings forming court yards. The morning was filled with work, we broke for lunch and work stopped for the middle of the day. I returned to my room. This was not my normal schedule and I was disappointed we couldn't work through the afternoon. Juan and Poppa returned with me. I was obviously rearing to go. It had been spring when I left New York, but it was summer-like in Southern Mexico. "You must rest." Poppa said. I told him that I was too excited to lie down. He left the room and returned with Juan. Juan entered the room naked and obviously planned to take a nap. I decided to join him. "I will relax you." Juan said, and he began licking my cock. Poppa re-entered the room and looked on approvingly. He must have thought that Juan was a substitute for a sleeping pill. I didn't like being watched. "Poppa, you either join in or leave the room." I said to him. He looked puzzled. "I'm not too old?" He said."Most of our guests aren't interested in old men." "Not at all. Not too old for me."His face glowed and he stripped and joined us. Juan looked up. "I'm not too young?" he actually looked worried, as if he had done something wrong. "Not at all, you aren't too young at all." I said. Apparently they expected to serve me, and my role was to lie still and shoot off. I wasn't very experienced at this, but I do know what I like. Juan was having a good time on my cock but I got Poppa near me so I could suck him. I had seen them both naked earlier that day in the bunk house but there had been so much going on. I didn't focus on them. Poppa was tall and shaggy, covered in long grey hair. I later found out his nick name was Old Wolf. His cock was long and thin, but is cock head was a good two inches inside his foreskin. He had golf balls hanging is a hair -covered sack. Low hangers hardly described them. He tried to pull back the skin so I could get the cock head more easily. I stopped him, and began to work my tongue into the tube of skin. It was a new sensation for me. Eventually my entire tongue was inside Poppa's foreskin. The tip of my tongue touched his head. I was turned on, and so was Poppa. He was oozing precum at a good rate. I was disappointed that Poppa didn't get fully erect, until I realized he was rock hard. His skin was so long that it still covered his glans even when he was almost cumming. "Feed me more baby!" Juan cried. I must have been oozing quite a bit too. "I'm getting too close, lets trade partners." I said. Poppa replaced Juan on my cock, and I got a chance to suck the younger man's cock. Juan's cock was thick and stubby, almost the physical opposite of Poppa's. The skin was fully retraced and stretched tight and his balls were held in a tight sack. Juan was hairless except for his head and mustache and thick pubic bush. I popped and Poppa moaned in pleasure as he ate my cream. Juan popped next and we all lay on the bed. I fell asleep. I woke an hour or so later and it was time to get back to work. Juan drove me to the site and Poppa stayed behind. I felt like a twenty-year-old who had found a great job. This was the sort of project I had dreamed about for years. This was going to be a good job. My fellow workers seemed to be more than friendly. "Is everyone here as friendly as you and Poppa?" I asked Juan on the drive. "I guess I would say so." Juan said. "Most of the men here had a hard time in the straight world. Being gay is difficult in many places. It's wonderful to be where it's ok." "Why was Poppa so surprised when he joined us in bed?" I asked. "Most of our visitors like young men. Not the archaeological visitors, the other ones." He said. "Who are these visitors?" I asked. "Everyone here seemed very relaxed to be naked in public." Juan laughed. "And no one seems to mind sex in public either." He said. "Roberto likes man sex a lot, and he had a lot of friends in high places. They visit to play with Roberto, find all the boys here and we all play. Most of the men like the boyish guys. Poppa is left out. He's old, and not as attractive as Roberto." "Did Roberto ask you to . . . entertain his friends?" I asked. Juan looked at me. "Oh, I see what you are thinking." Juan said. "It's not a gay brothel!" He laughed. "No one here would need to be paid anyway. I think it's safe to say we're all a bit oversexed. Robert never asks anyone to do anything they don't like." "Like accompany me?" "Yes. He knows my interests, and Poppa's. He must have thought we'd get along well." Juan said. "And he is right about that. But Roberto is very clever. There are a lot of men who visit and love it here. He has many friends who support his efforts because the likes us. If we can make the visit more pleasurable, then that is all to the good." "All working for a common cause?" "Brothers, my friend. Brothers." We arrived at the site and I returned to work.