Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2001 18:43:57 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Expedition 3 Expedition 3 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. I woke with Poppa and Julio gone and the Commandante in bed with me. I went to the bathroom, showered and he was awake when I got back. "That Sean is a good man." He said. "Never thought of an English man as good in bed." I laughed. "He's a Scot, but it's almost the same." "You won't tell anyone I was a bottom." He said seriously. "I'm the Commandante. I am supposed to be the top." "I don't tell. Your life is your life." I said. "It did look as if you liked it. Is this something new for you?" He smiled. "In the academy I was a bottom for the older men. That was expected." He said. "As the leader of men, I should top only. Damn I do like a cock in my ass. Sean is good." He was a big man, tall, stocky, he would be fat soon if he wasn't careful. His hairy body contrasted with his clean-shaven face. He was playing with his 8" cock and it stood erect. He had peeled the skin back and exposed the big pink head. He squeezed some lubricant on it as he played. I looked at it. "You can look at it or play with it, if you'd like." He said. "I love it when a guy sits on it and plays with my tits." I don't know what was wrong with me. I straddled him and sat on it. He was heavily lubricated and some lube may have remained from the night before, but it slipped in easily. I didn't know why I did it, and was surprised it went in so easily. He was a lot bigger than Julio. I was trying to figure out what I was doing there, when I realized it felt wonderful. I had enjoyed the night before but this was more than enjoyment. My cock was relaxed when I sat on the Commandante dick. Suddenly, I had the best erection in years. "That great, now play with my tits." He said. "I didn't think you would do it, but your ass is great. Hot and tight." I started to undulate my hips and every movement of his cock in my ass was pure pleasure. He moaned every time I moved. "You fit like a glove!" the Commandante said. "It's beautiful." I steadied my self and touched his tits. He liked that a lot. "Is this as good for you as it is for me?" I asked. He nodded. "It feels like we fit." He said. "I remember the first time I got a tailor-made uniform after years of government issue clothes. I couldn't believe how good it was to have clothes that fit. That's the way my cock feels." We weren't attracted to each other, physically or intellectually, but his cock and my ass were a perfect fit. It was pure sexual pleasure. I undulated and could feel his cock head deep inside me. I knew he was oozing buckets of pre cum and he was coating places in my insides that had never been touched before with his slippery fluid. I would adjust my position and he coated my cock with lubricant and stroked me. His hands felt great. I was stroking his cock with my ass and he would respond by stroking my meat. I was getting really close. He seemed to know when I was ready to pop. He grabbed me and pulled me close in a tight embrace as I shot off. When my climax finished, I realized that he was still twitching from his own orgasm. "Thank you." I said. He muttered something about it being the best ride he'd ever given, and we broke apart. We never became good friends, but we got along well enough to get together from time to time and play. It was always good. I got to the excavation site later that morning and the remainder of the day was spent in hard work. I was excited by the project, and this was enough to keep me awake in spite of all the activity of the night before. The combination of professional and intellectual challenge with sexual excitement is hard to beat. Never before had I worked with people with whom I had a sexual relationship. I thought it would be distracting, but that wasn't the case. Albert Van der Veldt in New York, and Roberto in Mexico seemed to have good judgement in the staff. Everyone pulled his weight, everyone was good at what they did. I had been there a week when the first group of volunteer excavators came from the United States. As an architect I was uneasy about this. I never had volunteer labor on a construction site except for a church project 25 years ago. That wasn't a success. Volunteer labor was a normal aspect of archaeology, and neither Sean nor Carlo was worried. Our first group of volunteers was a success. They included three older men as well as some students. Gil, the informal leader of the men was a university professor and looked like a mature Grizzly Adams. His friends included Ari, a Greek restaurant owner and John a former building contractor. Gil knew how to direct students and took care of them. He wasn't a professional archaeologist, but Sean or Carlo could demonstrate something to him and he got it. You never needed to tell him twice. He would have the students doing it correctly within an hour. Ari was a bear of a man, and had superb organizational skills. He had run a major restaurant and relieved Sean and Carlo of many of the day to day things. He also was a great cook. John, the contractor, was a real find. He knew buildings, and scaffolding and shoring. He tended to become my field representative and took over for me whenever I was gone. They were volunteers, but they stayed the entire season, and functioned as members of the staff. Within three days of their arrival the camp was functioning at a professional level. The students had a camp on the other side of the ruins with the younger men from Roberto's place, but the older men stayed near the Casa Grande in a fifth tent on the other side of the shower unit. Julio was the head of security for the excavation. As a former leftist revolutionary he knew about the guerilla movements in the area, and knew how to head off trouble. He had a clear understanding of the local police and their propensity to carry off valuable objects. The Commandant had given us one man, Pedro, to protect the ruins. Pedro was 100% Mayan, and felt great pride in the project. He didn't want it to be sold off to strangers so he was dependable. Most of our time was spent on the wall of inscriptions. We first dug it out and then re erected it. We were hoping to get enough of it together for a splashy newspaper story. I was also trying to get some preliminary thoughts together for a hotel, museum and resort, so from a professional point of view I was a bear who had been asked to become a professional honey taster. Juan had a potential to be a good architect, intelligent and hard working. He knew local materials and building practices well. I was in heaven. The new men were all hard workers too, so the excavation progressed more quickly that I would have guessed. Everyone was interested, congenial and pleasant. About a week after the volunteers arrived, Carlo and I hit the showers at the same time as Gil, John and Ari. They were all good looking men. I am not a size queen, but Ari deserved a place in the Guinness Book of Records. He possessed the Empire State building of cocks. It was spectacular. Carlo almost slipped on his own drool. "Is that real?" Carlo asked. "Damn it's big!" "Ari has a traffic stopper, all right." Gil said. "And it's not a still life. It gets bigger as it gets harder." Ari peeled back the skin and exposed the head. "More admired than used, I'm afraid." Ari said. "Most guys like to look at it rather than play with it." This wasn't the first time his cock had been admired. "It's beautiful!" Carlo said in frank admiration. "Thanks. Most people just see a big hairy man." Ari said laughing. "It's hard to dazzle them with my cock in casual conversation." "Maybe we can do something about that here." Carlo said. "This is a really friendly group of guys." He paused and asked quietly. "Are you men lovers? Exclusive?" "Good friends." Ari said. "And playmates!" Gil added. "And willing to make new friends." John concluded. "Hot Damn!" Carlo said. I would have said the same thing, but I didn't want to seem repetitive. "You've made one already!" Carlo said. Ari smiled. I knew that everyone associated with the project was supposed to be gay, but old stereotypes die hard, and I never would have guessed that any of these men were gay. You would think that with all these gay men in the camp we would be jumping into bed at the drop of a hat. That wasn't the case. We were all busy, and the combination of heavy physical labor and high heat and humidity made sleep and rest a very desirable commodity. For those of us who were older, sleep seemed preferable to sex many nights. At the end of the day we were ready for sleep. That night another visitor arrived. Billy Prouste was a friend of the volunteers and apparently a famous football player. I had been out of the country and never followed football, but everyone else on the site was excited. He was there for a few days only. It seemed to me that these short term visitors were more trouble than they were worth, but Billy was an exception. He was intelligent and went from being a complete novice at excavation and archaeology and barely interested to being wildly enthusiastic in a day. He liked hard work. He liked the sense of discovery and adventure. Something in him must have responded to Mayan architecture and art. He loved it. He also had access to money and publicity. Several years later he was the narrator for a series of television specials on the excavation. Remarkably he never hogged the limelight. He always gave credit where credit was due and never pretended to know more than he did. Billy stayed in the tents, not at Roberto's house and I realized that he was more than just friends with Ari, Gil and John. I discovered that Sean was a big fan of American football as well Carlo and Juan. There was enough sexual tension and desire in the camp to bottle and sell on late night TV. The shower tent became an early morning play pen. Billy was used to being on display and didn't mind being watched. The twin attractions of Ari and Billy seemed to get Carlo, Sean and me into the shower the same time as the three volunteers and Billy. Carlo Ari, Billy and Gil were showering while John, Sean and I waited. Carlo tended to stare at Ari's horse cock. "Don't be shy!" Billy said to Carlo. "It tastes better than it looks. Ari likes to be drained before breakfast." Carlo looked embarrassed but decided to give into his desires and he dropped to his knees and began sucking Ari. Billy moved closer and got his cock close to Carlo. "You can help me out some too, if you want?" Well, Carlo did want. This freed up a shower head so Sean went in and Gil began to suck him. John and I joined in and we were all involved. Once the ice was broken, we all got to sample each other. I wouldn't say we were methodical about it, but after three or four minutes we all knew that this was a congenial group. It was clear that to all of us cocks were toys to be played with, not tokens of love. The tension was broken. Everyone was ready, willing and able and a good sport to boot. Billy got up and whispered something to Carlo. Carlos got up, and abandoned Ari, much to my surprise. Billy bent over and Carlo began to force his cock in Billy's ass. Sean took Carlo's place sucking Ari and Gil came over to John and me and began to suck us while he worked a finger into our asses. Billy was fully impaled on Carlo's meat now and he made it clear that he liked it a lot and didn't care who knew it. He moaned, undulated his hips, twitched and bucked. He was the most active, participatory bottom I could imagine. His enthusiasm spread. Carlo shot off at the same time that Gil's finger rammed my prostate and I popped. He sucked me dry and continued to finger John who sprayed his cum into Gil's mane of hair. When Carlo pulled out of Billy, Ari moved to the rear and replaced the small Mexican's cock with his Greek monster. "Shit!" Sean said. "Will it fit?" "It has in the past!" Billy said. Sean dropped to the floor and began to suck Billy as the monster went deeper and deeper. Billy had been playing with Carlo, but Ari's cock made him less playful, but more involved. I wouldn't have believed that was possible. It didn't seem that sex could have been more intense than with Carlo a few minutes earlier. "Feed me your man milk." Sean cried. "Don't hold it in. Just let it flow out." Billy twitched, and Sean swallowed the quarterback's entire cock. Billy was all but having convulsions now. I had never seen a man's entire body have an orgasm before. Not a single drop of Billy's cum escaped Sean. Ari pulled out. His cock was still dribbling cum as we all finished showering, dressed and went to breakfast. Juan and I were measuring the inscription platform and had a small crew with us who were making probes into the soft ground to see if there were parts of the building below. Ari and Gil suggested that the overturning of the wall was so orderly that it might well represent a natural disaster, such as an earth quake rather than warfare. We had tentatively located the outline of the platform, and it appeared that the wall on the opposite side from the one we found was still standing. I made a guess as to the configuration of the building and this proved to be correct. Three student volunteers were working with us. Allen was a tall lanky guy from Virginia who was a bundle of energy and enthusiasm. He had worked construction in the summers and had no trouble with hard work. Fred was a slightly pudgy guy from Philadelphia who had never done a stick of physical work in his life. He did everything he was told, but looked as if he were in pain all day. Ronnie was a small, wiry kid from Atlanta. He had been a college wrestler and was strong for his size, but there is a big difference between weight lifting and forcing a steel auger into the ground. Felipe, and Mayan man from Robert's house rounded out the group. The geometry of the building seemed very precise so Juan and I decide to try to locate the midpoint and see if there was something located there. Juan and Fred got out the transit and located the center lines of the platform walls. Around three in the after noon we were ready to take a break when Fred forced the auger into the ground and hit something about three feet down. Oddly there was a hollow sound. We hit rocks and stores all the time, but this was distinctly different. He tried again two feet away. We heard the same sound. I told him to stop. I was afraid that he might scratch or dammage whatever was below. I sent Felipe back to the main camp to get Sean and Carlo. We all sat down and rested. "It sounds like it's a chamber of some sort." I said. "I'm sure it's the Mayan equivalent of King Tut's tomb." Fred said laughing. "I get to keep the golden death mask!" Allen said. "But it's a big tomb chamber if that's what it is. It looks to me as if the vegetation in this area is much less dense that around us." I hadn't noticed that but this was an area of perhaps 40 meters square that was covered in scrub growth and was treeless. "An underground compartment?" Ronnie suggested. "Perhaps a foundation for something that wasn't built?" "That could be." I said. "They might put an altar on the center lines. They usually built symmetrically. We haven't found any signs of a superstructure on the mound." Allen was up with a machete and had begun clearing out the vegetation. Juan, Fred and Ronnie joined him. Fred was so excited he seemed to have forgotten his aches and pains. I had not forgotten my own aches and pains. A half hour later the extent of the object was clear. Large trees defined the edge where their roots could go deep. It always shocks me when you miss something so obvious. Sean, Carlo arrived with Julio and Pedro. They clearly knew that an underground chamber could be important. We plotted the right way to approach it. We would make a test trench the next day and see what was below. Allen objected to this. "Why not dig something now, it's only three feet down, we can get there in less than an hour." He said. "We can at least know if there is anything at all." Much to my surprise Sean and Carlos agreed. They must have been much more excited by the prospect of the chamber than they let on. Allen was digging in a minute with Juan, Fred and Ronnie right behind him. It was the middle of the day and hot as hell by then. We sent for reinforcements, food and drink. Carlos and Sean were in deep conversation with Julio and Pedro. They also sent for protection. Pedro sent for his sons and nephews. "They can be trusted!" He said. The prospect of artifacts was too great to leave the site unprotected. The boys dug shirtless in the sun. Allen was dark haired and tanned. He had spent a lot of time outside. This was obviously the first time the sun had ever touched Fred's body. I warned him about sunburn, but he said he was so hot, he'd take his chances. Ronnie was a dirty blond hairball, and looked tanning booth brown. I was afraid that the vigorous digging might dammage something, but Allen was the front man and was careful. "Be careful!" Sean ordered. "Don't worry. Allen said. "I spent a summer digging between an underground electric line and a gas line. No one is more careful than I." He soon reached the level of the compartment and found a broad stone. The guys opened the trench wider and we could that the entire surface of the stone was carved in shallow relief. They uncovered the edges of other stones. All were carved. Sean jumped in the hole. "The place is paved in hieroglyphs." He shouted. "I first thought these were turned over stele, but they are carefully fitted paving stones covered in hieroglyphs. Unbelievable!" He got out of the excavation. "I can't believe it. Every time we dig a hole we discover something extraordinary." We partially filled in the trench so that the stones were no longer exposed to view and talked. Pedro and his family arrived, armed and fierce looking, and Julio returned with several of his men. They would protect the site through the night. We returned to the Casa Grande and worked on a plan of attack for the next day.