Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2001 09:14:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
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.