Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2001 11:55:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <Bldhrymn@excite.com>
Subject: Expedition 6

Expedition 6

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.


The day was clear and almost cool. The big storm had brought in what was
described as a cool front. It was actually a lessening of the humidity, but
was welcome none the less. We got to the site and found that the rain had
cleaned the pavement hieroglyphs. They were now pure white with dirt in the
recesses.  They were much more distinct and easy to read.

Ellis got Randy to start photographing them. The sun was still low and they
were remarkably legible. Roberto appeared with Albert and additional labor
from his house. They would help to clear the remainder of the
pavement. Allen, Billy and Gil were to remove the skulls of the jaguar
seal.  Gil was a naturalist and helped to remove the animal skulls. When
that task was done, Gil was replaced by Carlo, who was a trained
archaeologist.

Juan, Fred and I were busy measuring the pavement and the passage below for
scale drawings. The volunteers from the kiddie camp were still rebuilding
the wall of inscriptions and were making good progress. Reggie and Gilbert
videotaped them during lulls in our part of the excavation. Allen and Billy
were always ready to go at full speed, but Sean slowed them down to a
normal pace so that every detail could be examined.  Pedro and his men were
on the periphery of the site, almost invisible.

It was just after 11:00 when the jaguar seal was removed. Juan and I went
to the monitor to watch the progression into the next chamber. The
procession of Mayans in the paintings was totally nude beyond the Jaguar
seal. They no longer carried any insignia of status, no jade amulets or
feathered head dresses. Carlo gave a commentary as they moved slowly into
the center of the pavement.

He described the scene in detail as they videotaped the slow advance. He
didn't say that the Mayan's were also showing signs of sexual arousal. That
could be seen in the video if you were looking for it. I was.

"Holy cow!" Billy exclaimed. You could hear him in front of the camera and
the microphone.  "We've found a hall, a big chamber!" The narrow corridor
opened up into a columnar hall. A regular series of stone columns could be
seen creating a large space.  The columns were carved in the forms of men
that supported the stone slabs of the ceiling.

"There is a continuous bench around the edge of the room." Carlos described
the space. "The men in the procession are no longer portrayed in profile,
but are facing forward, ritually nude and facing the center of the
chamber." Carlos walked toward the middle of the room. " At the center of
the space the floor steps down to a pool of flowing water."  The camera
picked up the shimmering water of the pool. "There are four small streams
flowing into the pool." He continued.  This was the way they drained the
underground compartments.

He continued his survey of the room. "There are closed up doors in the
center of each wall except for the one we entered through. One is sealed
with bird skulls, one monkey skulls and one with human skulls."  Reggie
slowly panned the painted figures on the walls. The cock heads were exposed
with the piss slits clearly defined. I remembered Sean's comment that to
the Indians you weren't naked unless your head was showing. The men were
naked. They also were arranged with an older man next to a younger man.

"It's a sacrificial chamber." Roberto said. I bet he was right about that,
but doubted he knew that it was for the offering of sperm to the
gods. Reggie then moved the camera over to the pool and shown the light
directly into the pool. The water was clear but moving slightly. You could
see objects on the bottom.

There were scattered pots in the room but no sign of looters. The door must
have been sealed and hidden. The space was undisturbed.  For all the
Indiana Jones like atmosphere there was no booby trap. It disturbed me that
we seriously considered that, since we knew that the Indians were so
technologically backward. The Mayans didn't have the wheel and couldn't
make any hard metals.

"Every thing is perfectly preserved." Billy said as he emerged from the
chamber. "It looks as if there may be three more rooms to open."

The next few hours were filled with activity. Sean and Carlo checked to
make sure there were no perishable items in the chamber that needed to be
protected right away. Randy took careful photographs to document everything
as it was when discovered. We then removed the portable items to a safe
place.  These were ceramics and some jade amulets. By two in the after noon
we were exhausted.

We were getting ready to take the mid day siesta.  The heat was almost
unbearable, when Pedro came up to me. "Can I talk with you, privately?" He
asked. I said sure.  I told the rest of the group that I would be back
shortly and Pedro and I went off to a secluded part of the jungle.

"Julio told me that you were a good man. I want to tell you some things."
Pedro said. He was Mayan, he was short and looked dumpy in his ill fitting
police uniform. He had straight black hair and was clean shaven. I guessed
he was about 45-50. He spoke in good English. It was heavily accented but
he clearly had been educated.

"My family is very old.  We were here before the Spanish, before
Mexico. This was our city." He said. "It is the home of our ancestors. I
know what that chamber was for. It was for the equinox festival, when boys
become men."

"You remember the tradition?" I asked.

"No, it's not a memory. The festival is still preformed." Pedro said. He
smiled. "Fewer feathers today, but it's the same. We stopped it for about
20 years for the Father, but it was not a good time for our family." I
assumed the Father was the local Catholic priest. "Many of our men were
carried off by guerillas, and I was one of the few to remain here."

"Julio?"

"Oh no!" Pedro said. "He is not that kind of man. It was a tribe from the
south that passed through and ruined our land. We are almost recovered
now. It has been a bad period."

"The Bear God came here in ancient times and taught us that the world is
renewed by man's milk, the product of his cock and balls. By drinking his,
he gave us strength and wisdom. We would drink from the cock, then we would
refresh his supply with our own. That is the festival." Pedro explained.

"It has been very difficult. We have many young men, and few elders. There
isn't enough man seed to go around. The tribe isn't strong yet." Pedro
said. "I have prayed to God in Heaven and to his Mother Mary to bring us
help. And then you all came. Our city is rediscovered and it was
rediscovered by bear men. My prayers were answered. If you will help?" The
combination of Catholic and Mayan religion left my head spinning. "When I
saw Ari, I knew."

"You impart your strength this way?" I asked. I didn't want to ask him if
he liked gay sex directly. "You have many children, I thought."

"With men it is for fellowship and enjoyment, with women it is for
children." Pedro said. "But you cannot feed your own children with the seed
that made them. There are so few men to help. My sons were excited when
they saw the Red bear."

"Sean."

"Yes, that is his name." Pedro said. "Now we have the White Bear, a Blond
Bear, a Brown Bear, a Small Bear and Ari. He is the image of the Bear God."
I guessed that was Gilbert, Gil, me, and Ellis. "And you all come from far
away, like him."  There were a lot of hairy Spaniards in Mexico, but I
assumed there was too much history there for the Mayans to regard them as
saviors.

"Can you help?" He asked again.

"I don't know, but I will try to." I said. "When is the next festival?"
Pedro looked relieved that I didn't reject his request immediately.

"The solar equinox is passed but tomorrow night is a full moon. It is the
quarter cycle of the moon."  He said. "That will work if the equinox is too
distant."  The Mayan calendar used both the solar and lunar calendars in a
complex interrelationship. I didn't understand it completely, but Sean and
Carlo did.

"I will do what I can." I said again. Pedro took me back to the camp.

"That's all I ask."  Pedro said.

When I got back to the tent, everyone was asleep. The cold front had lasted
a good six hours and we were back in full scale heat. After the spectacular
discoveries of the last few days the next few days would be filled with the
necessary but unexciting tasks of recording and cataloging.  I got on my
cot and woke Ellis by accident. He wanted to know what Pedro had to say. I
told him. He had guessed, or more correctly hoped, for something like
Pedro's story.

He was much more sensitive to the situation that I would have guessed. I
had taken him for an academic on the make. He knew that if the world
discovered Pedro's tribe's tradition they would be destroyed. The publicity
combined with the anti gay obsessions of some people would be the end of
them.

But he also felt that they certainly retained ancient traditions and
ceremonies and that might be the clue for deciphering the hieroglyphs. The
vast majority of glyphs were genealogies and dates. The pavement
inscriptions were very different and hard to read.  The ceremony might be
the key. We had to decide quickly since the Mayan obsession with the
calendar made it impossible to switch dates. Time was everything.

"It might be fun too." Ellis said. I had been so interested in the cultural
and anthropological aspects of Pedro's story that I hadn't though about the
sexual aspects.  We all went back to work but I got Ari to join us at the
site.  Pedro almost immediately made contact and the two were in deep
conversation. Sean had been part of the group in the chamber he emerged
with a beautifully painted pot.

"Eureka!" He yelled.  We all ran over. "Before your eyes is a beautifully
painted pot of Mayan manufacture. " He said in a carnival barker's
voice. "We remove the lid, and Presto! We fine a beautifully wrought bronze
dagger."  Carlos gasped. It took a minute for me to realize the
meaning. The Mayan's didn't have bronze. I looked and realized it was
Aegean, Bronze Age Greek.

There was general pandemonium. This was the first physical evidence of an
influence from Europe on Mayan culture. At least one ship from Europe must
have made it. Ari and Pedro were looking on. From the look on Pedro's face,
he thought he was with a reincarnation of that ancient visitor. The amount
of work also exploded as the discoveries mounted. We worked late and had a
light dinner at the tent after dark.

I went to sleep immediately after dinner.  I woke at three in the morning
and went to the toilets. The shower was running. Ari and Pedro were
there. Pedro was naked and I realized he was older that I had thought, more
than fifty, but in very good condition. His ill fitting clothes covered a
firm and muscular body.

"You've finally met." I said.

"Pedro explained his needs, and I'll be helping him out." Ari said. "Would
you like to join us this evening? Ellis and Gil are on board."

"If your going, I will." I said. Pedro dropped to his knees and took Ari's
donkey dong into his mouth. Pedro was shivering in excitement.  I had
always associated cock sucking with lust. For Pedro it was pure love. His
body was hairless except for his thick pubic bush. The second Pedro's mouth
enveloped Ari's shrouded cock head, Pedro was fully erect. It was as if you
pressed an on button.

I felt that I should leave but Ari motioned me to come nearer. "The
festival is public, open to all men. Pedro needs to have someone watching
who can say it took place. They need witnesses."  Ari said as he stoked
Pedro's head and calmed him down.  "Do you want to eat my cum?" He asked of
Ari. "I make lots of it so you don't need to worry I'll run out. There'll
be enough to go around."

"Not until tonight." Pedro said, reluctantly releasing his communion with
Ari's cock. Ari's cock enlarged and I guessed that if the pagan God's cock
would have been like Ari's. It was huge.

"Well then we're going to have to break this off, Pedro." Ari said. "You
are too good at this for me to hold back much longer."  Pedro reluctantly
pulled off and got up.

"Go to bed my friends and sleep." Pedro said. "Tomorrow will be a long and
wonderful day." Ari left. "He is a wonderful man. Everything he should be."
Pedro said as he dried off and dressed in his ill fitting clothes. I went
back to bed.

We had a planning meeting the next morning. The wall of inscriptions was
almost half complete and we needed another hieroglyph expert to work on it
while Ellis worked on the pavement inscription.  Ellis said he would try to
do what he could. We decided to hold back on opening the other chambers
until we could finish our work on the main room. Pedro and Julio had spread
the word that no gold or precious objects were found in the chamber. The
threat of tomb robbers was reduced.

Roberto was going to have a fiesta that night for the volunteers who were
returning home the next day.  That included most of the kiddie camp guys. I
was relieved to find that Allen and Ronnie were staying for the next
three-week period. Carlo, Billy and Juan would be going to the fiesta. The
rest of us would go with Pedro to his village.

We bearded ones got together afterwards to discuss the evening.

"I admit that I'm uneasy about going into a jungle village to have sex with
guys I don't know in some religious ceremony." I said.

"That's exactly what I found most attractive about it." Gil said with a
laugh.  "A once in a lifetime opportunity."

"Did Pedro say anything about the ceremony itself?" Sean asked. Ari shook
his head.

"Pedro was excited and uncomfortable." Ari said. "I guess it's not every
day you go up to a stranger and ask to suck him dry." Sean was going to say
something but didn't. Sean was younger and was openly gay. I wondered if he
had more experience with sucking strangers dry.

The day was busy but we ended the work day at two.  Pedro drove up in an
old VW van at three. We drove about a half hour into the jungle and stopped
at a small village.  It was untouched by modern culture except for a radio
and machine-made fabric. We then took a trail into the thick underbrush.
After an hour we came to the foot of a hill and stopped beside a thatched
roofed hut. There were about six men there, most I recognized as guards
from the camp. They greeted us formally but cordially. They were out of
their uniforms and wearing shorts and guns only.

We all went for another half hour around the side of the hill to a second,
larger hut. There were eight or nine younger men and boys there. They were
naked. We all drank several beers.  It became jovial and cordial. The men
were curious about us. Everyone except for Ellis towered above them, and
Ari, Gil and Gilbert stood out especially with their beards and massive
physiques.  We then walked a short way up the hill.  Here there was an
enclosure.  There were two long narrow huts with a stockaded enclosure
between. We went in one, and the Indians in another.

We stripped naked and Pedro came in with two other men. They brought more
food and drink. They were nude.  Pedro had never seen all of us naked
before and he liked what he saw as did his companions. They looked relaxed
and comfortable.

"What are we supposed to do?" Gil asked. "Is there a ritual?"

"It is more of a celebration or a party than a religious event like in
church." Pedro said. "There is some singing and dancing, but the only thing
you need to do is give someone your seed. We will do everything else."

"The man who gets the seed is special, but those who watch, share in the
blessing." He added. "Don't worry.  It is fun too! The more enjoyable the
festival, the better luck we will have next year. Are you ready?"

Ari got up. Pedro's companions hadn't seen his donkey dong and balls. They
hung low and looked massive. They gasped. Ari and Pedro lead the way into
the courtyard.  The courtyard was square with a bench around the edge and
had a pool in the middle. It was a rustic version of the room we had
discovered the day before. There were scented torches burning that seemed
to keep insects away.

There were 12 to 15 men and boys in the space in addition to us. Several
were older but most were young. I am a poor judge of the ages of Indians.
They were so small that it was hard to guess. 20-year-old men looked as if
they were 14 to me.

There was a drummer and a flute player on one side.  Pedro lead us to seats
of honor on the sides. Ari and Pedro sat on the north side, Gilbert and an
older Mayan on the south. Ellis and I sat to the west and Gil sat with
another older man to the east. They musicians began to play and several men
began to chant. There was a lot of food and drink.  One of the younger men
brought a cup of home made brew.  They took a slip and offered it yo us. It
was sweet and potent.  He stayed with us through the night.

"This is our cup bearer." Ellis said to me. "This is closer to a Greek
bacchanal than a religious service. The men started to dance and it became
a whirl of moving naked men. We all seemed to attract a cluster of men.
Gilbert seemed to have the youngest looking guys. I wondered if his Santa
Claus like good looks played a role in that. The older men clustered around
Ari and Gil. Ellis and I seemed to attract the 18-20 year olds.