Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2016 07:13:10 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Expedition to Mesopotamia 18

Expedition to Mesopotamia 18
By Bald Hairy Man

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A few days later Omar and both the men named Ali met with me in the
baths. This time they were with all the elders and their right-hand
men. Their right-hand men were the younger men who were to replace the
elders when they died. Power struggles were dangerous to the clan's
stability. The clan had an orderly plan of succession. These men were all
physically large, muscular and powerful.

They had seen the photograph of me wearing a kilt, and the picture of my
brother with the King. George V was an old man, but he was kingly and
imposing. Hitler and Mussolini had no regal bearing. Normally, strangers
were suspect, but Scottish warriors had greatly impressed them, and the
stories of the defeat of the Mahdi by the bagpipe welding men were almost
legendary.

Ali and Amir took a leadership role. They entered the baths with 20 or so
of the younger men. apparently they wanted to bond with me. I had provided
the information about the German plot, they wanted to know me personally.

I soon discovered the clan had a tradition similar to the blood-brother
rites of the American Indians. These rites were popular aspects of American
Cowboy movies. I had no idea if there were actual blood-brothers or if it
was a fantasy of a Hollywood screen writer.

My experience in Mesopotamia had included sexual fertility rites. I had
distinguished myself in these and found them enjoyable. Indeed, I enjoyed
them greatly, and I had no problem with a sexual marathon. This was
fortunate, since the bonding ceremony with the men of the clan was similar.
All of the men were involved. Since the strongest bonds were family, I was
necessary to fill me with their sperm and thus I shared the clan sperm and
became a clan member. It was messy, but not as messy as blood would have
been.

I was a little afraid I had lost my tolerance for serving multiple
partners, but that wasn't a problem at all. I added a little twist of my
own to the ritual. I am a member of the Clan MacDougal, traditional
Highland warriors. I told them that if they tasted the sex juices I oozed
from my cock, they would gain my clan's military bravery. This made sense
to them.

Amir and Ali were the first. The rest of the men then took turns. This was
not ceremonial in its nature; it was all sex. I later found out that the
ritual was quite rare and that many of the men had never participated
before. It was very exciting for the younger men. They had an opportunity
to display their sexual prowess and their erect organs for all to admire.

Amir and Ali were good fuckers and quickly deposited their semen in
me. Amir then fed me his cock and licked my member as he held my legs open
for the next man. Each man followed his lead. After the fourth or fifth
man, my ass was both wide open and sperm filled. My sphincter relaxed and
simply caressed the tools of the later men. That was erotic and pleasurable
for us all.  I don't think the men had used sperm as a lubricant before,
and none had used the seed of their close friends. Few men very lasted long
before they ejaculated. Cock sucking was rare, but they all did it. I
tasted their post orgasmic, cum-coated cocks and savored their cock
drool. I had enough precum to keep them all happy.

The atmosphere relaxed after they completed fucking me.  Once the basic
gangbang was over it became a free for all. I saw that Ali allowed several
men in his ass.  I think they were old friends renewing that friendship.

The sex in Mesopotamia was related to ancient fertility rites, this was
more of a family initiation. In the clan, women were kept strictly
segregated. Marriage was complicated with dowries and social status being
the primary features. Many men were not yet wealthy enough to marry. These
initiations provided a way to let off steam and reduce the sexual
frustration. It was not romantic.  That being said, I knew that while all
the men enjoyed the initiations, some enjoyed it much more.

The men who just enjoyed it tended to go home to bed. Those who greatly
enjoyed lingered. Some connected with other friends. When I say connected,
I mean sexually connected.

Two elders and a half dozen of the younger men came to me. I had
distinguished myself by not only taking each man and his sperm; I had
enjoyed it.  This had been the first time some had been in the top role. It
meant the elders accepted them as men; they were no longer boys. I was a
high status visitor and they were pleased.

Their interests were purely non-platonic; they wanted more sex. In theory,
I should have been exhausted. Each of them had a orgasm in me, I had been
the recipient of 20 or more men's sperm.  I was not tired; I was feeling
both exhilarated and ready for more sex.

The gangbang had been orderly and rather sedate. Sedate except for the
period right before each man's orgasm. The men who stayed were more casual
and genuinely into man sex. I was still on my back when a younger man came
over to me, spread my legs and began to rim my ass. I assumed he was hoping
to taste the sperm of his friends.

Eventually I switched positions and screwed some of them. They hoped that
taking my cock would transfer some of my Scottish aggressiveness to
them. Many had served older men before. I was gentle and polite. I didn't
shoot off often, but they were happy. No one seemed to think that was odd
or exceptional.

I also discovered that the Arabs had a good understanding of the German in
our group. They didn't speak German, but they seemed to instinctively
dislike the Nazi followers. The Nazis thought the Arabs were and inferior
race, and unworthy of consideration.

The Arabs liked Otto, Walter and Schultz as well as Arturo, the
Italian. There was a tendency for sex with Europeans to be one sided. These
men were even handed, and more significantly they were accepting of Arab
cocks in their asses. They didn't object to Arab sperm in their asses
either. I was a full member of the clan by the end of the ceremony.

The next day the military part of the German expedition set off for
Abyssinia. Their sense of geography was strange. They had no knowledge of
the rough terrain and had a sense that nothing was impossible for the
master race. Schultz stayed with us to provide security.

Our expedition was now greatly reduced to being only archaeologists. We
received a telegram saying that Arturo's mother died and he returned to
Italy to deal with family troubles. Otto and I had a conversation. Given
the instability in Europe and the potential that Egypt would be involved,
it seemed safer to seal up the library and leave a full investigation of
the site until after things settled down.  It had been safe for a thousand
years and the Arabs would protect it as they had for centuries.

My brother manufactured a family emergency to get me back to Scotland. He
also found a guest professorship for Otto at St Andrews. Walter would be
his assistant there.

My return to Scotland was uneventful. My mother was busy settling German
refugees and she seemed ten years younger. She had German connections as
well as English connections. There were persons in high places who had
friend who needed to leave and others in England who were willing to help
if it was not publicized. I don't think anyone fully realized the danger
German Jews were in. Anti-Nazis politicians were also in danger. At this
point the murders were still individual; the mass kills had not begun.

Some English aristocratic circles were pro-German and flirting with being
pro-Nazi. Most of the Scottish aristocrats were unimpressed.  I did note,
that when war came, all but a few supported King and Country.

My mother was an old, socially liberal German with no sympathy for the
Nazis or the Communists. She did help the families of Communist leaders, as
well as Jewish persons.  Our house was awash in German servants, cooks and
gardeners. They were in addition to our Scotts retainers. Since refugees
had to have a job, she made up jobs. She also staffed four of five
hospitals and clinics with German doctors, and schools with professors. I
think being in rural Scotland was difficult for some of them, but it was
their salvation. Luckily my mother had excellent relationships with our
tenants and was genuinely kind. They did not object to her charities. The
level of health care increased in the area.

King Edward was acting strangely and it seemed that the word of his actions
would soon be public. George V was old fashioned, but he and Queen Mary
were rocks of stability. Some thought Edward was a breath of fresh air, but
there were whispers that all was not well. When word of his relationship
with Mrs. Simpson got out, the situation deteriorated. Insiders said he
neglected his duties. While American Newspapers said the problem was with
her being American, being twice divorced and in an adulterous relationship
was a much bigger problem.

The public had no idea about his flirting with fascism. He was informal in
some ways, but he wasn't democratic. He admired men of power. I don't think
George V ever considered that. What I knew of Edward VIII was not good.

I had nothing to do, but my brother Angus had other plans. I was to go on a
European lecture tour.  My lectures were to be on "New Approaches to
Cuneiform Translations." To say it was a touch on the obscure, academic
side understates the reality. The purpose was to meet our agents and puzzle
our adversaries. I was slightly suspect and would be more so when the
Nazi's discovered their North African Expedition had vanished. I was to
spread misinformation on that too.

My first stop was in Amsterdam. The Dutch were deeply worried and concerned
with Nazi activity. I was there when Edward VIII abdicated. Of course, that
was a sensation. I felt relieved that George VI was on the throne with his
sensible Scottish wife. Apparently Edward expected an outcry to bring him
back. I suspected George VI's pretty little daughters were more than enough
to counteract Mrs. Simpson.

I had my first lecture in Amsterdam. Hans De Troop, the Dutch aviator I
encountered in Egypt came to the lecture. He was mostly recovered from his
injuries. He introduced me to Wilhelm Danker, a friend. Danker was a shy,
unimpressive, academic-type archaeologist, who was doing translations of
cuneiform tablets.

He was interested in my work and we had dinner. He knew of my sexual tastes
from de Troop. I didn't think they were that obvious, but de Troop was a
spy. Wilhelm was also a code breaker for Dutch intelligence. As such, he
was the first to know what was going on in Germany.  He told me the Germans
hoped that Edward would be restored to rule as a Nazi puppet.

"The Nazis do not understand old, well established democracies," Wilhelm
explained. "They have a racial view that all Northern Europeans will flock
to their cause because of racial solidarity. They think England, the
Netherlands and the Scandinavian counties will join their crusade."

"How are they planning to make them join?" I asked.

"They aren't necessarily opposed to military action, but that would be
foolish in my mind. Neutral neighbors are more desirable than conquered
states," he explained. "There is one problem.  They think they would be
welcomed as friends and allies if the invade. Can you imagine that
happening in England or Scotland?"

"Not at all. British Fascists are regarded as fools or worse," I
said. After dinner I went to his house. Wilhelm had his study and library
there. He lived with a man named Rolf, who was a stevedore. Rolf was about
twice the size of Wilhelm in weight. We all had a drink and I made a few
discrete glances at Rolf's crotch. He was kind enough to rearrange his
ample equipment to give me a better view. He returned the glance as did
Wilhelm. The three of us adjourned to the bedroom.

Rolf was all top; Wilhelm was mostly a bottom. It didn't take long for me
to be in the middle. Wilhelm also liked to watch his lover get excited with
a new man. At one point I was sitting on Rolf' s cock and Wilhelm's tool
joined his lover's cock in my ass. I was a tight fit, but my recent
experience with multiple Arab cocks had stretched my ass.  The two men
enjoyed it greatly. Rolf was fucking me as his partner's cock rubbed his
cock in my tight anal confines. Wilhelm rarely topped and that was a treat
too.

Rolf fell asleep with his cock in my ass. He had several erections during
the night.  I think he was still asleep, perhaps having a dream during
these interludes. When he woke the next morning he gave me very detailed
instructions on how to fuck Wilhelm and get the most pleasure from him.

Rolf was not well educated, but he had an odd quirk. He remembered numbers
and could remember repetitive series. If the numbers 4825 occurred, he
automatically remembered them and could find the same numbers in sheet of
numbers. For a code breaker, this was a most useful skill. That is how he
met Wilhelm.  There were more elaborate codes that Rolf could crack, but
the German Embassy in the Netherlands did not have the most modern
equipment. The Nazi's thought the Dutch were on the same side.

I went to Paris next and repeated the lecture. The French were afraid of
war and were convinced their massive fortifications would protect them from
the Germans. Much to me surprise Schultz was there. He was the body guard
for the German Cultural attaché. The French correctly assumed the entire
German embassy staff were spies; Schultz was to protect the staff.

We met after the lecture. Schultz had been providing sexual release for
German diplomats for years. Not only did he have many friends, but were he
to expose them as homosexuals their careers and perhaps their lives would
be over. The taste for man sex was not unique for the diplomats; it was in
the Gestapo too.

Shultz was affable, flexible and accommodating. Some of the diplomats and
Gestapo agents had special sexual preferences. Shultz was able to
accommodate them. They were unaware of his family, and had no interest in
them. The assumed his marriage was a cover for his true sexual
feelings. Many of them shared the same urges. None of them knew his
grandchildren were in Scotland.

Schultz had traveled widely and had a better understanding of the world
than did many Nazi bigwigs. He saw the future war as another disaster for
Germany. He didn't think England would restore Edward VIII to the throne
and he was sure the United States would join the war against
Germany. Schultz invited me to dinner with him and the attaché, Max. Max
was a member of the former royal family of Bavaria.

Dinner was at Max's apartment near the Louvre.  He entertained regularly
and it was best if that was away from the embassy. We had an enlightening
conversation over an excellent dinner. Max believed that the former royal
families of Germany would rise up and over through Hitler if the nation
went to war. Max thought the old aristocracy could control Hitler and the
German population would respond to a new Kaiser.  That seemed to be pure
fairytale fantasy to me.

Max was a courteous and sophisticated man, and he was popular at the
embassy. One of his friends, Ernst, a young, low level military aide came
by after dinner and had a drink. Ernst was handsome and muscular. Schutz
had told me that Max was sexually skilled, but lived in dread of
discovery. Max was driven sexually and would have been promiscuous except
for that fear. It did not take me long to realize that Max, Ernst and
Schultz were intimately acquainted. Schultz gave me a knowing look; I was
on the sexual menu for the night.

I am an improbable Mata Hari, but I was willing to give it a try. For
Ernst, my knowledge of cuneiform and ancient mid-eastern languages excluded
me from suspicion as a spy. I doubted he had access to anything
sensitive. I had no idea how we would transition to sex, but Schultz
handled that problem.

"William shares some recreational interests with us," he said. "He and I
have enjoyed each other's company several times. I was wondering if he
might join us for some relaxation and stress relief?"

"He might be shocked at our .  .  . openness," Max said. "We are big men."

"I don't think that will be a problem. it has never been a problem in the
past. William is an accommodating man," Schultz replied as he began to
unbutton his military tunic. Max led the way to his bedroom.

Schultz was well equipped, but both Max and Ernst were almost over
endowed. I knew that I had no problem taking horse cocks. Schultz later
told me that it wasn't just that I could take the oversized organs; I could
enjoy it too.

Max and Ernst were perfectly courteous and gentlemanly, sex-crazed men, I
assumed they had limited sexual connections, other than Schultz. They
needed an outlet for their sexual energy, and I provided an inlet. They
weren't as interested in the climax as they were in the extended sexual
stimulation that proceeded the orgasm. They could teeter on the edge of a
climax for a long time. If they came too close to the edge, they withdrew
and the other man took over the fucking duties. I could easily accommodate
a sexual marathon.

Their ability to switch was good for me. The two men had very different
organs and techniques. Max was nine inches with a bullet shaped head. He
liked deep strokes and often pulled out for a second or two between deep
thrusts and then plunging in as deep as he could go. Ernst had a shorter,
thicker organ with a big head and a tapering a bit like a balloon. The
thickest part of his cock was at my prostate when he was in deep. He liked
to jiggle his cock in little movements rubbing my prostate each time.

Neither man bottomed, but sharing my ass was intensely pleasurable for
them. I was lecturing in Geneva next.  Max told me he had a cousin there in
a banking house that I might enjoy meeting. He thought we might share some
common interests.

Two days later, I was in Geneva giving my talk to a small group of
scholars. After the talk I met Franz, Max's cousin. I soon realized that
Max had given my sexual skills a rave review. Franz invited me to is home
the next day at his home to meet some friends.

Franz was an interesting man.  He was a vocal German royalist and not
welcome in Germany. He was anti-Hohenzollern and wanted to restore the
multiple principalities and kingdoms that predated the Prussian dominated
Empire. He lived in a small, but attractive country estate outside the
city.

His friends included men of a similar ilk, sons and cousins of the Elector
of this or the Prince of that. There were one or two Hapsburgs and a
Romanoff or two. They were not a group of hard bitten realists, but they
were genuinely anti-Nazi and concerned about the welfare of Germany. They
recognized the problem, but their remedy was fantasy.

Franz introduced me to his friends. Siegfried was an impressive man. He had
been Pilot in the war and had lost his leg and been captured by the
British. He had been treated well and was pro-British in his sympathies.
Count Wolfgang was an older man, a retired general. He knew my
Grandfather. He hugged me enthusiastically and rubbed his erect cock
against me. Col Blimp was a favorite character in British humor; the count
reminded me of that type.  The third man, Albert, was obviously much
involved in the Physical Culture movement of the 1920s. He was muscular and
fit.  Hendrik was an art collector, most interests in recovering Hapsburg
collections. Sigmund was his companion.

I met in the main hall of the house. In spite of the small apparent size of
the house, it included a covered swimming pool. We then went to the pool
where Albert and Wolfgang immediately stripped and jumped into the
water. "You must forgive my friends," Wolfgang said. "Max told me you
weren't offended by nudity. He also said that you are open mind about
masculine intimacy. I hope you aren't offended?" I told him I was not
offended in the least. "Would you like to join us in the pool?" he asked.
I nodded.

A servant took our clothes, and soon we were all frolicking in the
pool. Hendrik swam over to me. "We are very liberal in respect to our
sexual tastes. Franz has phobia about spilled sperm. If you find yourself
nearing an orgasm, feel free to let me know.  I have an interest in sperm
and no phobia about it at all," Hendrik said.

"Do you prefer it in the mouth or ass?" I asked.

"Either place is fine," he replied.

"What if it drips from your ass?"

"Don't worry about that. Wolfgang will lick it up before it hits the
floor," Hendrik replied as he leaned closer to me. "He doesn't swallow and
he feeds it to me later. I hope I haven't shocked you?"

"It seems both sensible and neat," I replied.