Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2008 15:28:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: AD
Subject: Indiana Jones and the Garden of Eden

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Indiana Jones and the Garden of Eden: Part 1



Dr. Henry Jones Jr. was pouring over a small journal. His stern handsome
face locked in concentration as he studied the words of a long dead
man. Unconsciously the professor scratched at his neck. Dressed in his
tweed jacket and red tie, Dr. Jones had never actually gotten used to
having to wear formal clothes for too long.

Finally looking up from the pages, and flashing his patented sheepish grin,
he said,
 "You don't actually believe any of this do you?"

"Well, that's your call to make, I merely thought you might be interested
in taking a look. It was brought out of East Berlin by a communist
defector. He seemed to indicate that Moscow thought it was important,"
answered Dean Charles Stanforth, standing across the room, looking out at
the school's courtyard.

"Its just that most Eden scholars agree that the Garden, if it actually
existed, was nothing special.  Probably just an especially verdant valley
early man came to live in. It could be any one of a thousand places, with
no distinguishing characteristics. Plus some of the other accounts in this
journal seem rather suspect..the supposed guardians of this valley were an
all male tribe that rule by sexual vitality? It seems like some deviant's
fantasy rather than an actual historical account."  laughed Jones.

"Its not all that unheard of, surely everyone knows of the Amazons, a same
sex warrior tribe," continued the Dean despite the professors lack of
enthusiasm..

"Wrong gender," shot back Jones.

"Details can change through the course of history, you know that as well as
anyone Henry," replied the Dean getting annoyed.

"Thats my Dad's name," said Indiana cooly. "The Amazons were from the
Caucus region anyway, not Africa. But fine. If this journal is real, then a
Phillip Codsworth must have existed to write it.  And if he existed, then
it shouldn't be very hard to find records of a British military officer
sent to explore Africa some 60 years ago."

"I'd knew you'd come around," replied the Dean happily, as he clapped the
professor on his shoulders.

Dr. Jones went back to reading.



In the three months since Dean Stanforth had approached him with the
project, Dr. Jones had actually found some interesting leads. There had in
fact been a Captain Phillip Codsworth sent to explore the interior of
Africa on the Zaire River with a troop of men. However, the mission had
never returned, and it looked like Codsworth's journal was the only actual
account ever found.  And there had been other reports of an all male tribe
deep in the Congo river basin. A tribe that was said to grow its number by
sexual conquest. However the trail after that had gone cold, and he hadn't
had much time to pursue it any further.. Mostly due to his wife, Marion
traveling to Egypt for an archeological dig, and leaving him to deal with
his newly discovered 19 year old son, Henry Jones III, or Mutt. Getting his
son back into school to finish his senior year turned out to be more
challenging than many of the tombs he had raided.. His son was a greaser,
motorcycle and all. In fact, Indy couldn't remember seeing his son wear any
other clothes besides his tight jeans, white shirt, and black leather
jacket.

"Kids these days," laughed Indy to himself, thinking of how much like his
own late father, he had become. "Well, at least I like to sleep nude, Dad
probably went to bed in his suit," thought Indy.  He wondered if Mutt would
even return home tonight.

Dr. Jones pulled up the covers of his large empty bed, and turned off the
lights. Sometime later, a crash sounded in Dr. Jones' bedroom. Startled
awake, a naked Indiana leaped from his bed.  Fumbling for the lights, he
turned them on just in time to see an almost equally naked attacker
charging him brandishing a jagged blade.

Thinking for what must have been the millionth time in his life, that he
was getting too old for this, Indy ducked the attack and threw a punch into
the mans gut. The man, unphased by the blow, elbowed Indiana in the face,
sprawling him out on his bed. Indy reached up and felt blood spurting from
his nose all over the place.

"I just washed these sheets!" growled Indy as the attacker's knife came
whizzing down at his head.

Rolling to the side, Indy dodged the knife as it sunk deep into the
mattress, while sending a kick that connected with his would-be murderer's
chin. The attacker flew back against the wall, and momentarily slumped
against it.

"Who are you!? What do you want?" yelled Jones trying to stall another
charge. Finally being able to see his assassin clearly, Indy thought he
looked like a Spaniard.  Late 20's in age, with short cropped brown hair
and dressed only in a loincloth.

"I am of the Mendayu, protectors of the holy valley. I have been commanded
to destroy those who would desecrate it!" bellowed the man, his eyes
flaring in anger.

He charged once again, his bare hands looking to choke the life from
Dr. Jones. The aging explorer was still surprisingly quick though, and
managed to pin the assassin on the bed, his head forced into the
pillows. With his arms pulled across his back, the attacker struggled to
regain control. Indiana, still naked, fought against his squirming foe to
keep him subdued. The movement of the man's ass though inadvertently gave
Indy a hardon.


"Marion had been gone too long," thought Jones momentarily distracted. But
then an idea occurred to him. Not wanting to have to kill the boy, Indiana
Jones could think of only one other way he could get the man to
submit. Fuck him.

In the past he had been participated in risque rituals of ingenious people,
that would have shocked his civilized friends back home. Sure they were all
with women, but he really had no choice here.. He didn't want to die
himself, and if he killed the man he couldn't get the answers he needed. By
this point Indiana's hefty dick was standing at attention, ready to
penetrate the hole below him.

"Fine, we'll do things the Mendayu way," Indiana Jones told his captive, as
he ripped off the loincloth and slowly sunk his dick into the quivering
ass.

"I have failed," cried the man as he felt the professor's schlong plunge
into his butt. "I have brought dishonor to the tribe, being conquered by an
outsider."

Not wasting anytime, Indy began humping away. "Geeze, the previous mighty
warrior's I've faced didn't nearly whine so much," taunted Indy, prideful
of his victory over the younger man.  He slapped the warrior's smooth ass
for good measure.

"You seek to shame me with your words, infidel, but there is no greater
shame than being mastered by one of your kind," grunted the tribal man.

Indy pulled the attacker to his knee's and began fucking him doggy
style. "Well your dick sure doesn't seem to mind," Jones said as he reached
below the man and felt his cock leaking profusely.

The man groaned in response, clearly overcome in the sensation of being
fucked. Indiana spanked his asscheeks again, turning them a crimson
red. "Now don't enjoy this too much, we have an interrogation to
begin. Where do you come from!?"

"You .. ugh.... know.. where.... , heathen dog." mustered the dickspeared
man.

"I have conquered you! By the laws of your people, obey me. Answer my
questions!" yelled Dr.  Jones losing part of his civilized self to the
situation. He even began to thrust harder, to get his point across. His
meaty sausage plowing deep into the kid's guts, claiming them as his own.

Feeling the unexpected power of the man on top of him, the tribal man
relented his will. "I .. oh....  am from the sacred valley, what you call
Eh...Eh.. Eden." The man hung his head in shame at giving away his tribe's
secret.

Indy, happy at finally getting tail and information, began to slowly long
dick the guy, wanting to make the evening last for a good long while. From
his vantage over the kid, he could see an elaborate tattoo spread across
his entire back. A grove of trees, next to steep cliff walls. As the
muscles of the boy rippled to accommodate the invading cock, the trees
undulated back and forth as if alive. Jones had to wonder how he had ever
managed to overpower this powerful stud. His hands roamed his own body, and
felt the sinewy muscles beneath. He realized, even at his own age, he was
strong as well. Indy hung his head back in pleasure as his fingers found
their way to his aroused nipples. His body shown in the moonlight, drenched
in sweat. He hadn't had this vigorous of sex in a good long while.

"What's your name son," questioned Indy, interested in knowing who's ass he
was violating.

"We of the Mendayu, do not have names," responded the fuckee with
indignation. He also began humping back onto the older man's dick, wanting
a more faster paced fuck.

"Well clearly you aren't from the Congo, what was your name before you went
there," asked Jones. When he didn't hear an answer, Indy leaned across the
man's back and pulled his head up by his hair. He whispered in his ear,
"Answer me boy, your beliefs demand it."

"Victor," the man whispered. "My name was Victor. I was from Madrid, sent
to explore the interior of the new continent along the Zaire River." The
man told his story quietly, as if in a dream. "Our company got lost
somwhere near Lake Mweru, and several of us got separated. We found a
hidden valley, filled with.... power. Then the Mendayu caught us. Showed
us... the truth."

Indy rolled the man onto his back, his pole still lodged deep in the boy's
ass. He looked into the man's comparatively youthful face, and said "But
that would make you older than me." Indy probably didn't need to keep
fucking the boy, but that really didn't occur to him.

"I don't know anything of the years that have passed since," said Victor
looking weary eyed up at his conqueror.

Indy pulled Victor's feet to rest on his own shoulder's, and leaned
forward, kissing him. Their tongues intertwined, and they moaned into each
other's mouths. "No more questions," whispered Jones, but the fucking
continued. They both were close.. Indy embraced the man tightly as his hips
humped away. Their tongues dueled as they lost themselves in pleasure.
Victor came first, spraying their chests with a healthy load. Indy was
about to come too, but just then he heard someone yell out.

"Dad!" Mutt stood in the doorway shocked at the scene that lay before
him. His Dad was lovingly fucking a man closer to Mutt's own age than his
own. The sound of the two men grunting and groaning had drawn Mutt to the
room, concerned for his father's well being. Mutt's hand ran through his
greased hair, dumbfounded at the situation he had found..

Unable to stop the impending orgasm, Indiana Jones seeded his attacker's
ass, coating the man's insides with his jizz.

Mutt could tell his Dad was cumming, as the older man quaked with the
throes of orgasm. Mutt's own younger cock was boning up unconsciously at
the sight.

Once Indy had recovered, and managed to slip his dick from Victor's
clenching hole, he tried to explain. "Son, you see, I was attacked.."

"Yea.. looks like you were in real danger, Dad." replied Mutt cockily.

Indy pointed to the giant knife that was still sticking into the mattress.

Suddenly understanding the seriousness of the situation, Mutt just nodded.

Indy turned to see Victor standing rigid at the side of the bed.

"Victor, you're free of the Mendayu's control now. But we need your help to
find the Lost Garden."

"I am sorry Sir, but there is no escape for me. I warn you, do not search
for Eden yourself. You know not what you seek." And with that the man,
reached into the discarded loincloth and withdrew what looked like a seed,
and placed it inside his mouth.

Indy and Mutt just stared as Victor started to age rapidly. His skin turned
old and gray, and his hair grew out long and white. The man's eyes
shriveled in their sockets and his mouthopened in a silent scream.  Mutt
yelled in horror as the man's skin began to fall off his bones. Indy
grabbed his son, and turned his head away. Soon all that was left was a
skeleton, and even that quickly turned to dust, and blew out the open
window.

"Dad what was that? I've never seen anything like it," asked Mutt still
holding on to his naked, cumsoaked father for dear life.

"I have," answered Indiana Jones as he stared out the window into the dead
of night.