Date: Wed, 29 Sep 2010 17:30:45 -0400 (EDT)
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Expedition to Mesopotamia 3

Expedition to Mesopotamia, 1934 3

By Bald Hairy Man

Email, bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.  This is an adult story for
adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for persons who are offended by
alternate life styles.  This is 100% fantasy, so no effort at safe sex is
suggested.


The rest of the voyage was uneventful. With the boiler repaired, the
Captain was more evident and his intense dislike of Donnat kept the Nazi in
his cabin and away from the Captain's disapproving eye. The German respect
for authority played its role. Captain was firmly in control and unwilling
to accept any slight.

Wolf was a member of the fraternity and while our cabin was crowded, we
enjoyed each other. He tended to enjoy slight, elegant East Indians, but
certainly had no problem with Rolf, me, or the first Mate's friends.  The
First Mate came to me in the afternoon and said the Captain wanted to meet
with me after dinner at 10:00. "He would prefer that no one know," he
added.

I came to his cabin and the door opened without me knocking. "Sir William,
it is so good that you have come," he said.  "Be seated and have a
drink. Is Dutch beer to your liking?"  I of course said yes.

"I normally meet all the passengers on the ship, but the problems with the
boiler much preoccupied we.  I have noticed a resemblance between you and a
Scottish officer I met during the war, Angus MacDougal of the Black Watch?
Are you perhaps related?"

"He is my brother," I replied.

"As you know Holland's neutrality was a problem for England. I assume you
know there was no love lost between the Queen and the Kaiser, but our small
size made any role other than neutrality impossible. Your brother
negotiated with individual captains about free passage through the
blockade. I had to give him my assurance we would not carry goods for
Germany. I asked to be allowed to bring food to be distributed by the Red
Cross. My mother is Flemish and her family was all but wiped out when
Belgium fell. That food saved what remain of the family from
starvation. Officially, food was not allowed, but your brother is of a
liberal nature. We reached an agreement."

"Was the arrangement satisfactory?"

"It was entirely satisfactory. His handshake was as good as his word and
the Royal Navy left us unmolested," Van der Zee said. "My First Mate, Gert,
tells me you are like your brother in many ways. You obviously do not
belong with this group of men, but then I remembered your brother's
employer."

He was referring to my brother's role in military intelligence. "You are
entirely wrong about that," I protested.

"Of course I am; it was foolish to even think it," he said hurriedly. He
handed me a coin. "If you run into trouble, show this to any Dutch consul
or to any agent of Shell Oil and they will help."

"It's just a 20 guilder coin," I said.

"Not exactly, those who know what it is will recognize it," he said. He
looked at me, and then at my crotch.  "As I recall, Angus had a bad limp
from his wounds, but the rest of him was in fine working order."

"All of me is in working order, but Angus is a race horse; I am a bit more
like a pony," I said.

Captain Van der Zee laughed. "Gert told me about you.  He said you are
definitely more horse like in one part of you. Forgive me if I'm overly
direct. Sex with your brother was a good experience for me.  I would like
to feel that way again."

Of course, I agreed. A few minutes later, we were naked on his bed sucking
each other. He was a handsome man, very masculine, enthusiastic and
responsive. It was hard to believe the austere and cold Captain, was the
same man whose cock drooled precum in a steady stream. A few minutes later,
my cock was deep in his ass and he was gasping for breath. He loved it. I
think we explored every possible way a cock could fit in another man's ass.

I was shocked at his passionate nature. As soon as he was nude, he was
excited. As soon as my cock touched his hole, he was my sex toy. He loved
it and I felt his pleasure.

"Would you let me fuck you?"  he asked during a lull in the action.

"Did you fuck my brother?"

"No, I didn't get close to doing that," he replied. "I have dreamed about
doing it many times since." That wasn't a problem. Van der Zee easily
mounted me. His cock as average, but his balls were huge and hung low. He
shot off almost immediately. The Captain ejaculated with tremendous
force. I felt each spurt and the warm product of his balls filled my ass.
He almost fell asleep immediately after, so I got dressed and went to my
cabin. On the way back, I ran into Rolf and the first Mate going to Otto's
stateroom. I joined them. That turned out to be for the best.

Otto was class conscious, and when I sucked on Gert's cock, he felt better
sucking Rolf. He felt even better when Gert's cock slid into my ass. The
Captain's cum made that easy for me and watching a common sailor fuck and
English knight made it easier for him to accommodate Rolf' meat without
losing face. Gert was gentle as all ways so I moaned as he worked his
magic. The interlude was good for all of us.

After a round of orgasms and a general exchange of semen, Rolf and Gert
left.  I was the last to leave. "I have never done that before," Otto said.

"Fucked?"

"No, I have never fucked with an audience," he said. "It wasn't what I
expected."

"We are all men, we all like the same things," I observed. "We are all part
of the same brotherhood."

"Brotherhood, that is the word I was looking for," Otto explained. "That is
what I felt, brotherhood. Did that man shoot in you?" he asked. I nodded.

 "It must be very slippery in your ass?" he whispered. I saw he was still
erect even after his orgasm of a few minutes earlier.

"Would you like to feel what it's like?" I asked.

"Oh yes," he whispered. I got on my back and put my legs on his
shoulders. A second later, he was in.

"I have a confession to make," I said. "Gert shot a good load, but I think
Captain Van der Zee shot bigger one a half-hour ago." I felt an explosion
of hot sperm in my ass.  Otto popped. He left his cock in my hole and my
sphincter squeezed the remains of his orgasm.

"You are milking me?" he asked.

"Yes, is that a problem?"

"It is quite the opposite of a problem," he replied. "I have never been
this naked before. Sex was always quick and energetic. I have never exposed
my feeling other than of lust. I feel embarrassed and exposed."

"That is the professor speaking. What does Otto the man feel?"

"The man feels good, very good."

"And what do Otto's cock and ass hole think?" I asked. I squeezed his cock
tightly with my sphincter.

"My cock is happy as can be.  My ass is a little sore. My prostate is in
heaven," he replied.

Perhaps you should let your genitals do some thinking for you," I
suggested.

"Perhaps you are right," Otto said. He laughed and pulled slowly from my
ass.


We reached Basra but immediately boarded a train to northern Iraq. Our site
was south of Mosul.  A German team excavated the sire in 1912-13.  I read
the report and the site seemed impressive.  The actual site was much less
so.  The report was orderly and scholarly, a model of precise academic
writing.  The actual site was a mess.  Looters could have done a better job
of excavating it.

Several deep trenches bisected the site and there was no indication of
orderly exploration. We reoccupied the old camp and Rolf went looking for
workmen. The explorers went off to look for more sites.  I assumed they
were actually looking for oil.

Our camp headquarters was a mud brick one-story building.  With a central
courtyard, it had a semi-fortified look with a heavy wooden gate.  The east
side was the dining room and kitchen, south side bedrooms and a bath. To
the north were workrooms and the west side was storage rooms.

While the building was crude, it had a good well. It was an artesian well
thus we had water pressure. A water tank on the roof sat in the sun all
day. The tank sat above the shower room, thus we had hot water. The shower
had room for six or twelve men depending if you shared a showerhead. I had
never been a gang shower before, and frankly, the idea excited me.  Unlike
the rest of the Spartan camp facilities, colored tiles embellished the room
and there was continuous stone bench on the perimeter. The room opened to
the courtyard providing light in the daytime; there was no door. At night,
a single oil lamp in the shower gave it a mysterious and almost romantic
air. On the ship, some men were reclusive and shy.  That wasn't possible in
the camp shower.

Normally you schedule expeditions during the cooler seasons only and
avoided the summer and winter.  Our was for an entire year and we arrived
in Mesopotamia as the weather turned hot. The shower turned into our
lounge. When it was 120 outside, you could sit on the benches and douse
yourself with water to cool off. At first, the leadership of the expedition
avoided long stays in the shower. They thought being seen naked diminished
their leadership image. The shower was so comfortable they soon realized
the advantages of the room.

At dusk, we closed the gate and barred it. The dress code in the building
became informal. The naturist men in the group went naked; I wore
undershorts and nothing else. After dinner, many of us went to the shower,
doused ourselves with water and chatted in the dimly illuminated
shower. For the first several days, there was no sexual activity, but given
the sexual drives of the men and especially Berman's insatiable desire for
sex, soon men moved to the dark rear corners of the room and enjoyed
themselves.

After a week and a half, no one bothered going to a dark corner.  There
were no secrets here.  Because of the regular showering the asshole became
and more evident as a sex organ. There was no shyness about exposing for
view or use.  Given the vile temperatures of the desert, sex in the shower
made life more tolerable. Good man sex can be messy with cocks dripping and
spurting and asses oozing with cock juices.  The shower was the perfect
place to drip, spurt and then shower. The water then washed all the
evidence away. I have a taste for man seed so I didn't mind walking on a
slippery sperm pool on the floor. Other men appreciated the cleansing
effects of the shower.

Many of the finds of the earlier expedition were in the storage rooms. They
were to have been sent back to Berlin, but the war intervened and they were
still here. I found the collection of tablets and was deeply disappointed.

The expedition report said this site was Ashurbanipal's summer residence,
but that was due to a miss translation. The actual tablet said the king
passed through the city, not resided in the city. The tablet used the word
king, not king of kings, and did not identify the king in question. It
could have been Ashurbanipal, Nebuchadnezzar, or Old King Cole.  There was
nothing to identify the particular king.

After my first exploration in the storage rooms, I returned to my bed and
re read the report. I hadn't noticed the author used the words interpolate,
assume and probably with great regularity. It was a masterpiece of
deductive reasoning unsupported by facts.  The author assumed there was an
older city below the ruins, but had no real evidence this was true.

Guttman and Schmidt here happy as could be with the site. Otto, Rolf and I
were not. It seemed to me the expedition was an excuse to look for oil or
perhaps to check the defenses of the area.

Rolf went off to negotiate for laborers with the local Sheik. I went with
him because of my title. Rolf felt an English Knight gave him more
prestige.  I had visions of an Arabian Nights palace. It was a mud brick
house, but had more elaborate tile work than the camp, and its courtyard
was lushly planted. Sheik Ali was very much more a tribal or clan chieftain
than a potentate. Rolf knew how to deal with him. After long and leisurely
conversations, followed by an exchange of gifts and cash, we got a crew.
Two of the Sheik's sons, Hamid and Abdullah, would lead a work crew and
provide protection. The collapse of the Ottoman Empire and the new British
protectors left this area unsettled. Protection was needed.

The actual work started with a near tragedy. While clearing away some of
the debris from the earlier expedition, the walls of one of the trenches
collapsed trapping Hamid under rubble. Rolf was very much a man of action.
He and I were first on the scene and began to dig him out. I was pulling
off stones and digging through sand with my bare hands. Luckily, I found
him. He had only minor injuries, but he would have suffocated had he been
buried longer.

It was simple good luck that I found him.  To the Arabs there is no such
thing as luck. It was destiny. Saving the favorite son of a sheik is a good
thing. Otto, Wolf and even Bergman joined in the rescue effort. Europeans
were much more likely to send a servant to help with the rescue than
participate, so our efforts were noted. Our relations with the Sheik and
his clan greatly improved.

Rolf was good with them men. He was demanding but reasonable. We paid well
and fairly. We also allowed the Arabs to use the shower. Donnat and his
flunkies were worried about racial pollution with the Arabs, some of whom
they thought were Jewish looking.  They firmly opposed letting the Arabs
use the shower. Precisely how seeing a naked Arab would pollute you was
unclear to me. Fortunately, Donnat and his creatures went on long trips
into the countryside often lasting a week or two. Otto did not intend to
obey the rules set by an inferior intellect such as Donnat.

Rolf had the most direct contact with the Arabs on a daily basis. He used
the shower as a reward for good work. He also was very manly and well
hung. He joined them in the shower and lost no authority. They were
impressed.

I had an academic knowledge of Arabic, since my main area of study was
Semitic languages.  I could read Hebrew, Aramaic, Latin, Greek and Egyptian
as well as several of the ancient languages of the region. I was able to
convert my academic knowledge of Arabic to a speaking knowledge
quickly. Otto had some knowledge and we could converse with the laborers
and the Sheik. I went with Rolf every morning to give them men their daily
tasks. My Arabic was much better than his was and I could translate the
more complicated instructions.  I came to know all the men. If they had a
problem, they came to me.

Albert had some medical knowledge.  He was a battlefield medic during the
war, and his skills were well in advance of the locals. While he was a poor
supply officer, he was a good, indeed exceptional, medic. That was a more
useful skill than a glorified clerk. I took over many of his supply
duties. While officially I was the translator, I soon became an
indispensible man. I was always willing to step in when help was needed.

Like a good servant, I vanished into the background. The "adventurers"
forgot I was there and their conversations were increasingly
indiscrete. Oil, natural resources and invasion routes were their
interest. They assumed Turkey would join them in the next war as they did
in the Great War. They would be able to use Turkey as a base to capture the
oil fields in Mesopotamia and Persia.

In our dealings with the Sheik, we never saw any women. They were
sequestered elsewhere. The Sheik had access to them but most of the men did
not. Women seemed to be reserved for powerful men. Of course, there were no
women at all at the camp. That would have shocked the Arabs' sensitivities.

Albert discovered something entirely unexpected about our local friends.
He was willing to accept payment for his services in sperm delivered
directly into his ass. Somehow, he communicated this willingness to his
patients. This developed into a mutually enjoyable and beneficial
relationship.

Otto was a naturally curious man with deep interests in other cultures. He
felt many aspects of ancient cultures remained in the folk memory of modern
tribes. Some ancient customs can survive millenniums. He discovered
Albert's unorthodox payment arrangements with the laborers. Otto suspected
this related to a more ancient customs.

"It isn't that Albert discovered this payment scheme, but that they
accepted it so easily," Otto said. "In Germany, he would be arrested or
attacked.  Here it is accepted without question."

"According to Albert, there are no questions and considerable
enthusiasm. Did you know they aren't circumcised?"

"Really? How odd," Otto remarked. "Most Muslim men are cut."

"Albert told me several men have come to him with a friend.  Several had
shot off in their mate's foreskin, and tied it off. They untied it so
Albert could lick up the payment from the foreskin," I said.

"How did Albert like that?"

"Albert is a very accommodating man," I replied. "Other men have sent
brothers or their fathers to make payment if they can't. More than a few
have offered their ass for payment. The more major the medical problem, the
more likely it is that Albert will get in their ass."

"You think there is a fixed rate of exchange?"

"I hadn't thought of it that way, but it is possible," I said. "This is a
poor area, man seed might be a way to make payment."

I spent much of my time translating the tablets discovered in the previous
expedition. Many of them were business accounts, but a portion was official
documents and a few were religious documents, prayers and poetry. I also
found a mud covered stone slab. It sat under a hundred clay tablets; it
wasn't evident when I first entered the room. The report mentioned the
stone slab as a lintel for a door. They discovered it late in the
expedition and hadn't looked at it in detail.  I looked at it briefly and
had laborers move it out of the way.  One of the laborers slipped and
dropped it.  It broke into two pieces.

The break was unusual. The front and the back broke in half, forming two
panels the same length and height as the original, but half the width. They
were exactly half the original.  When we lifted the front panel, we found
the interior was entirely covered in cuneiform inscriptions and incised
line drawings. The backside of the rear panel was similarly
embellished. The two panels were folded like a book and the joint was
cemented together by two thousand years of clay. It was in perfect
condition.

Each panel had a central image. One was of rounded mountains. I took these
as volcanoes, erupting with lava and smoke. At first, I thought the
eruption was feathers, but the inscription talked about the creator god
shooting his life giving essence into the air. The foreground was desert
and rocks.

The second panel was of the god himself. He was a tall, muscular man
astride two mountains. He head was in the volcano in full eruption. He was
nude except for a floral codpiece.  He faced forward. His mouth was open
and his tongue stuck out. Twelve nude men surrounded the god forming a
ring. Sumerian priests were ritually nude, so these were obviously
worshiping the god. Each held a goblet with an offering. All were
erect. Flowers, grass and animals covered the rest of the image. This was
in obvious contrast to the desert on the first stone.

Getting 2500 years of dirt out of the delicate incised lines of the drawing
was difficult. Eventually fine lines appeared. I was surprised to find the
men were all urinating. At first, I thought they were watering the fields,
but then remembered the cultures in this area watered the fields with an
irrigation system from the Tigris River. I wondered if the stones referred
to a pre irrigation era.  Rolf came to my work area and looked at the newly
cleaned stones.  I explained my interpretation.

He looked at me with pity in his eyes. "Wilhelm, that isn't a shower of
piss, it's a shower of sperm!"  The second he said it, I knew he was right.
To the creator of the stones, Lava was the sperm of the creator god. His
orgasms created the world. Men offered him their sperm to emulate the god's
creative act and perhaps refresh the god's sperm supply.

When I looked more closely at the images, I saw the top of the non-erupting
volcanoes had a slash.  They saw the volcanoes as the god's cock head
complete with the piss slit. The god's image formed a phallus with the
rounded mountains his balls.  The floral codpiece was an explosion of
divine seed. When I deciphered the inscriptions, they referred to the got a
double endowed. He had a human cock his entire body functioned as a cock.
The god's oddly shaped head was the flared shape of a cock head.  He shot
sperm for the head and the cock. This may have been a forerunner of Athena
being born form the head of Zeus. The god opened his mouth to receive the
offerings of his worshippers.

After a long day of working on the tablets inscriptions, Hamid and Abdullah
delivered several newly discovered tablets. They saw the stone slabs.

"It is the Creation Festival," Abdullah said.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"We have the festival four times a year. It insures we have food," Hamid
explained. "We give man seed to the earth. It makes plants grow and goats
multiply. It is good." It was the end of the day so we went to the
showers. They normally showered with Rolf, and I was new to them, at least
new to them nude. They did not hide their interest in my genitals. They
were both tall, dark and handsome, hairy and bearded. Hamid was a little
taller than his brother. Both possessed long, snake like cocks.

"Would you like our seed?" Abdulla asked.  I said yes. Abdulla fed me his
cock as Hamid mounted me from the rear. It was casual and without drama. I
realized man sex was a regular part of their lives. Hamid spread my legs so
my ass was defenseless and his could work his anal probe deeper into my
ass. Rolf entered with several more Arab laborers.  They took no notice of
us.

I began to shoot off. As if to be polite, both Hamid and Abdullah climaxed
together as I ejaculated. I had never sucked and been fucked at the same
time.  I was winded. Otto appeared as I licked the last drops from
Abdullah's cock with my mouth and Hamid withdrew from my ass.  We talked as
Abdullah sucked him.  I gave Otto the details of my most recent translation
of the slab's inscriptions.  I also told him about Hamid's comments on the
Creation Festival.