Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2001 03:45:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Expedition 4

Expedition 4

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.


At the camp Sean immediately went off to tell Robert about the
discovery. Carlos, Allen, Ronnie and Fred returned with us and I sent them
to the showers. Billy, John and Gil joined us. Ari was working on dinner.

Roberto arrived a half hour later with Sean and the Commandante. The three
student volunteers joined us showered and cleaned up. Allen had struck me
as a scrawny broom stick, but he was far more muscular than I had
guessed. He had dark hair. His chest was covered in hair with a trail of
hair leading into his shorts. Fred was bright red, and looked like a
lobster. I realized that he looked a bit like the Commandante.

Ari came in and saw Fred.  "You've got a problem boy! Are there any special
Mexican remedies for sun burn? I know the Greek ones."  The Commandante
said he knew some, and the trio went off to the next tent. Ronnie was
trying not to show how stiff he was. Ten minutes later The Commandante
returned with Fred. Fred wasn't in pain, but was moving gingerly. He
smelled like a salad. They must have been believers in the vinegar school
of sun burn pain relief.

We talked about the plan for the next day's work. Sean decided to split the
crew into two teams, one working on the wall of inscriptions, and the other
on the new discovery. Juan and Carlo would run that one with John
supervising the re erection of the blocks. Sean and I would work on the new
discovery with Gil supervising the crew. Julio entered.

His former guerilla group didn't get along well with Pedro's family so they
decided to take shifts protecting the site rather than share
responsibility. He and Pedro were civil, but distrusted each other. Roberto
later told me that this was his plan. If any tomb robbers broke into the
site on the other's watch there would be hell to pay. The rivalry was an
insurance policy.

"We need the publicity, but we don't need the robbers." Roberto said. Ari
served dinner.  It was all cold, but filling and refreshing. How he managed
that I didn't know.

"The food at the kiddie camp isn't like this!" Allen said.

"The food at my hacienda isn't like this either." Roberto said. "Don't feel
bad. My cook needs to meet Mr. Aristotle!" We all laughed.  Mr. Van der
Velde is flying down tomorrow. I called him and we need some high level
consultations about this project. "How much of the area do you think you
can clear in a day?" Roberto asked.

"All of it!" Allen said. He was always enthusiastic.

"I'm not sure we can do all of it, but we can dent it." Carlo said. "Can
you get more labor?"

"I can send over some men." The Commandante said.

Roberto looked uneasy. "Don't worry Roberto.  I will have Pedro check them
out. Nothing will be lost!"

"Or borrowed?" Roberto asked.

" I will tell Pedro to shoot the offenders!" the Commandante said. " He has
no tolerance for grave robbers." Everyone laughed, although I wasn't sure
if the justice system in this part of Mexico might be a bit informal. I
must have looked uneasy.

"We shoot them after the judge has convicted them. The judge is a friend
too." Roberto said with a twinkle in his eye. I remembered the Judge from
the affair at Roberto's.  Everyone laughed again.

"Well, as long as it's a judicial murder, I'm happy." I said. "I guess we
aren't in Kansas any more."

Roberto brought wine, and the evening became more festive. Roberto was
talking to Ari, and I guessed that it was not all about cooking. Roberto
was a very handsome man, as was Ari, in a Greek gorilla way. The
Commandante seemed to be taken with Fred, they almost looked like brothers.
Juan and Allen seemed to be hitting it off well. We broke up at ten.  The
next day would be busy. Allen and Ronnie returned to the kiddie camp, but
Fred stayed with us, Ari was worried about his sun burn.

The Commandante stayed also. He felt that his presence would strike the
fear of God into possible looters. I guessed he was interested in
Fred. Allen, Ronnie and Fred were younger than my children, and I couldn't
think of them sexually. I had a sense that the Commandante didn't feel that
way.

I got up early and went to the shower. Fred was there, with the Commandante
rubbing salve on Fred's lobster red back. I looked at them again and
realized that the Commandante's cock was in Fred's ass, pumping at the same
rate as he massaged the boy's back.

"Does it hurt, little Freddie?" The Commandante asked.

"It feels just great." Fred answered. "A little bit of sugar makes the
medicine go down." Fred looked up and started when he saw me watching.

"Don't worry!" I said. "We're all friends here." Fred lost his balance and
I caught him. Before I had a chance to stop him, he had my cock in his
mouth.  I'm not that experienced, but I don't think I was Fred's first. He
was good. It was slow and easy and pleasurable for all three of us.  The
Commandante hadn't wanted to be seen as a bottom, but had no problem on the
top. He carried on a normal conversation and he screwed.

"I'm cumming!" I whispered. Fred didn't pull back at all. He swallowed it
all. The Commandante picked up his pace and shot off. Ari and John joined
us in the shower and enjoyed the show, but they didn't join us.

We got to the new site fifteen minutes later. Allen and Ronnie were already
there and had removed the earth we had placed on the pavement the night
before. Six men arrived from the Commandante's troop and they went to work
immediately. The sergeant in charge, Max, told us they were hand picked and
trust worthy. I noticed that Pedro had a hawk eye on them anyway. We
carefully checked the excavated earth.  Fred ran all the excavated earth
through a sieve and found nothing. There was nothing but dirt and
roots. The covering of the pavement was all natural.

The Mayans often buried buildings and used the older structures as a base
or a new one.  That wasn't the case here. Gil checked out the stone and
found that it didn't deteriorate in light, so we wouldn't need to cover it
up again.  By noon a quarter of the paving was exposed down to the
hieroglyphs that covered the entire surface. Our hieroglyph specialist,
Ellis Smith, arrived. He said it wasn't a chronicle or a calendar. He
wondered if it might be a mythological work.

The stone surface gave off a hollow sound when struck, so we knew there was
a void underneath. Nothing we had uncovered as yet looked as if it were a
door. We took a break and had lunch. I sat with Allen, Gil and Ronnie.

"Did Fred keep you up all night?" Allen asked.

"Not at all." Gil said.  "Does he snore?"

Ronnie laughed. "He fucks. Fred is a very affable guy. He's made lots of
friends with the Mexicans. He's always willing to help out a guy who needs
to drop a load."

"International relations are good." Gil said. "But he was a tired puppy
when he went to bed."

"At the kiddy camp he was more tired in the morning than when he went to
bed." Allen said. "Yesterday was the first time we got any work out of him
in the field."

"He seems to have reformed." I said. "He worked constantly today so
far. We've got a lot more done that I would have guessed."  We all returned
to work. In the heat of the day the pace of work slowed, Allen reached the
southern edge of the platform and found a large mask on the ordinal
point. It was the face of the Jaguar god, and Allen found that the god's
protruding tongue was a separate stone. He was convinced it was the
door. It wouldn't move.

By three it was too hot to work so we returned to the camp to wait for
evening. Sean and Carlo went to Roberto's house to keep him up to the
moment with the progress of the excavation, so I was alone in the big
tent. I showered to get the dirt off and lay down. Gil came in with a towel
wrapped around him.

"Do you have an extra cot?" He asked. "Ronnie came back with me."

"No problem." I said. Ronnie entered the tent, drying himself off. He was
small and shaggy, uncut and muscular. Ronnie dropped his towel, opened
Gil's towel and began to suck. Gil had whitish blond hair and Ronnie was a
dirty blond, do they matched except Gil was as big as Ronnie was small. My
eyes were stinging from the heat and sweat of the day and I closed them for
a minute. I woke up an hour and a half later. They were on the cot still
playing.

Ronnie was sitting on Gil's cock, just talking and playing with the mat of
hair on Gil's chest. I went to the toilet and when I came back, they were
still there. Ronnie's ass sat on Gil's balls.  His cock was completely
lodged in Ronnie's hole. I fondled Gil's balls and stroked Ronnie's
cock. Ronnie began spraying cum everywhere. He was like a fountain.

"Damn, I knew you were close, just not how close!" Gil said.

"Have you cum?" Ronnie asked.

"Not yet." Gil said. Ronnie lifted himself off Gil's cock and bent
over. Gil got up as worked his cock back in effortlessly. The small man had
no trouble taking the big man's meat.  Gil gave him three or four hard
thrusts and popped. They both went back to the showers. I closed my eyes
again and slept for another half hour.

We got back to the site in the late afternoon and got the excavation
underway quickly. Alan and Billy were excavating on the opposite side of
the platform looking for another mask with a tongue. Allan was still sure
that the tongue would be a door. They found a second mask in a half
hour. The two men were by themselves.  Most of the men were clearing more
of the inscription-covered pavings for Gil.

A new Ford Expedition drove up with Roberto at the wheel. He got out with
Albert Van der Velde and my friend Gilbert.  The two elves were with them.

"Shit! It's Santa!" Someone cried.

"Ho, Ho Ho!" Gilbert bellowed. We greeted each other.

"How did you get here?" I asked.

"We auditioned for the parts in that new play and were brilliant! We all
got the parts!" Gilbert said.

"We start rehearsals in three weeks." Ronnie said. "We have time for a
vacation." I introduced Gilbert, Randy and Ronnie to the group. Ronnie
corrected me. "I'm Regie now, not Ronnie. It's my new stage name. I'm
trying to get used to it."

Te new men caused a stir at the camp.  Gilbert's resemblance to Santa was
more pronounced than I remembered. The twins were a novelty too. They were
so identical.  After introductions we all went to the excavation.

"My God! It's incredible!" Albert said. "I've never seen anything like it."
About 50% of the paved area was exposed to view now and there was a clear
circular pattern to the paving with the inscription forming a squared off
spiral. Ellis said that his best guess was that it was a complete creation
story from the beginning of time to the people who carved the inscription.

"It may be the Mayan Genesis." Ellis said.

"Bingo!" Someone cried from the other side of the platform. It was
Allen. "I found the door!"  We all rushed over. He was working on the
opposite side and had found the second ordinal mask, the north facing mask.
I have never dirtier men.  Allen and Billy had been in a digging frenzy and
were covered with the organic earth that had covered the pavement. White
teeth and eyes peaked though the dirt.

"Look!" Billy said. He pulled out a stone and the mask's tongue rotated. It
sat on a stone pivot, stabilized by the stone plug.

"Damn! It's pure Indiana Jones!" Roberto said. "We can fill up National
Geographic specials for years with this!"

"We need to proceed very carefully here. We need to document and record
everything."Sean said.

"We need TV!" Roberto said. "This could transform this area. This is
stupendous!" Sean looked horrified.

"If we get the press here too early, we'll never get anything done!" Sean
said. "If this discovery is half as important as it might be, this place
will be a zoo. I'm talking about CNN helicopters over head. We need to
record things, but no publicity until we know what we have."

"You've got a crew here." Gilbert said. "Randy and Ronnie are cameramen,
film makers.  It's their day job. If you have the equipment, we can film it
for you. " I looked at Allen and knew he was ready to open up the chamber
right now, but he knew that this wasn't possible.

"Can we get a robot explorer to go in?" Allen asked. "We could get a view
inside without damaging anything. "

The Commandante had been in the background. "In a day or two the word will
be out that you've found a tomb. You will have treasure hunters swarming
over the place like locusts." He said. "We need to get the valuables into a
safe place before they know what is up. I would rather go faster than
slower. If there is gold here, it needs to be in a vault."

It was getting dark so we left the site under guard, by both Pedro and
Julio, and went to our tent. While we had been at the excavation Roberto's
men erected three more tents. These formed a second courtyard, linked to
the Casa Grande by the shower tent. The Hacienda was being outfitted for
official guests. Albert and Gilbert had opted to stay with us nearer the
action.

 We had a long discussion on what to do next. Julio joined us and said that
he agreed with the Commandante that the burglary problem outweighed the
advantages of a slow opening. "Everyone here knows the value of
antiquities, but they will sell those and they will be preserved, at
least." Julio said. "Gold would be destroyed and melted down, but there is
no telling what damage they might do trying to get to the treasure. If we
can get to it and at least photograph whatever is there it's value on the
market will be diminished. It would have only black market value."

"But the Mayans weren't interested in gold."  Albert said.

"It's the myth of gold that's the problem." Carlo said. "It drove the
conquistadors, the myth is as prevalent today as it was 500 years ago.
I've been to too many sites that were all but demolished by treasure
seekers."  We decided to open the door the next day and at least get a
glimpse of what was below the hieroglyph pavement.

We sat down for a late dinner. Ari had made some things, and food had been
sent over from the main house, so it was an impressive meal. The twins
waited on the tables.

"I though you guys waited tables in your free time." I said.

"We sure do. We wait tables, act some and make movies in our spare time."
Randy said laughing. "And it's a mark of the true depravity of our times
that the only thing we have been able to make money on is waiting tables!"

"So this is the way you guys have been roughing it in the jungle." Gilbert
said. "Gourmet style meals in these beautiful tents talking about
archaeology with a retired football legend."

"That is purely accidental." Roberto said. "We had no idea that Aristotle
here was a gifted cook."

"And Billy is here as an old friend, not as a football star." Gil said. "It
too is pure accident." A cell phone rang in Roberto's pocket.  He spoke for
a few minutes and returned to us.

"We have all the video equipment you will ever need on the way here first
thing tomorrow morning." He said. "I hope you know how to use it."

"Don't worry about that! With Billy and Gilbert here, you have a lot of
video experience here." Randy said.  They all went to another tent to plan
the next day's work. They eventually created a very sophisticated home
movie. With Billy and Gilbert providing narration, you had the feeling that
you were actually watching the discovery as they occurred. Of course you
were, but that sense doesn't often come through in videos.  The twins were
also good photographers and produced some spectacular images of the site
and the discoveries.

We broke up for the night. Ellis, the hieroglyph man was in out tent,
Gilbert, the twins and Billy in one of the new ones and Allen and Ronnie
joined Ari, Gil and John in the third tent. I had hoped that Gilbert would
join me, but the video crew spent most of the night planning, so I wouldn't
have gotten any sleep at all. I was really tired.

Ellis was short and stocky with a short black beard. His body was covered
in matching hair so he was a small sized version of Ari. He talked non stop
about hieroglyphs, although he did sleep. The talking drove me crazy. He
caught me rolling my eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said. "I think out loud. I know it annoys people. You don't
need to listen." I apologized, and we got along fine after that. It was
like having the worlds most uninteresting radio station on in the
background, I thought of it as static and it never bothered me again. Ellis
must have had the smallest soft cock in the world.  It was almost hidden by
his pubic hair.  We had to share an air mattress that night and it turned
out to be a stealth cock. I woke at dawn and saw this long, thin rod poking
up the sheet.

He was still asleep so I looked at it. It was a bit short of seven inches
and less than an inch thick. I woke him when i rose to go to the toilet. I
got bak in bed and he told me to roll over. His cock poked at my ass and
slipped in without effort. He penetrated into my prostate then just rubbed
the sensitive organ with his cock head.  It wasn't exciting lovemaking, but
it was genuinely pleasurable. I was thinking that he could do this for
hours and I wouldn't shoot. I was wrong about that.

I wasn't that experienced with gay sex.  Gilbert and his friends were big
men, so I may have become a size queen by default. Ellis cured me of
that. He was good.

We were all at the site by 7:30 and ready to open the door.