Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2001 18:43:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
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.