Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2010 14:30:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Expedition to Mesopotamia 7

Expedition to Mesopotamia, 1934 7

By Bald Hairy Man

Email, bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.  This is an adult story for
adults. It is not intended for minors, or for persons who are offended by
alternate life styles.  This is 100% fantasy, so no effort at safe sex is
suggested.


Uncle Abdul's band of masons were a cheerful, hearty and lusty group,
almost entirely without sophistication and culture.  Abdul himself
associated with persons of more elevated rank, the rest were little more
than peasants. They didn't associate with those who knew about creation
festivals. For the masons, this was a simple opportunity to drain their
balls and have some fun.

I recognized them as the men from the town who joined with us when we
attacked the bandit camp. One of them, Hamdi, a crude, burly and hairy man
came up to me with a box. "I took these from the bandits," he said. I
opened the box and found the severed genitals of town's former oppressors.
"I was afraid they might get into paradise by accident, so I wanted to make
sure they wouldn't get to the virgins," he explained.

"Very sensible," I replied.

"Would you like them?" he asked. "They are yours if you wish."

I reached out and fondled his balls. "I like them in working order," I
said. "You keep them as a tribute to your bravery. The only thing I want is
the seed of a brave man as it spurts from your cock." He went back to the
men and told them what I said. I made friends that morning.

As I expected, Abdul's cock was as large as his Blacksmith nephew, but not
quite as pleasurable. He was pleasant and well meaning. He was a man rammer
not a lover. Uncle Abdul treated the masons as his personal harem. It was
pleasurable, but one sided. He was apparently a good and generous employer,
so his men accepted this as a personal quirk. The sex with the other masons
was good. They were happy energetic men who were unskilled but willing.

Hamdi was an unexpected treasure. Uneducated and crude, he was
inexperienced with sex other than getting fucked by Uncle Abdul from time
to time.

I had explained to the other masons that the more pleasurable the orgasm,
the better the seed. I wasn't sure Hamdi had much of a cock.  His bush hid
most of it. His cock was deep inside the foreskin. I fondled his large
balls when he presented me with the severed genitals. Some lubricating
juices drooled from the puckered tip of his foreskin, so I knew he was
excited. Hamdi had never screwed a man and was first in line after Abdul.

Abdul had a massive orgasm and unloaded a bucketful of sperm in my ass.
This was a good lubricant. Hamdi was erect and he eased his knob into my
puckered hole. Hamdi seemed timid until I relaxed and some of Abdul's semen
drooled from my ass. Hamdi pushed and his cock was in. I soon discovered
Hamdi needed a warm asshole to achieve a full erection. Hamdi was in no
rush and wanted the sensation to last.

I sucked several of the men as Hamdi fucked me.  They were new to oral sex
too and were most appreciative.  Abdul told me his men had saved up, and at
was true. They fed me breakfast. After I swallowed the other men's loads, I
realized Hamdi's gentle fucking had turned form being pleasant to
spectacular.

The Imam, Hassam, was there watching. I began to shoot and Hassam rushed
forward to take my load. He took every drop except for the first spurt. The
sex got wilder after that.  The Imam was an important man; the mason
thought he have given the sexual contact official approval.

They were willing to experiment and that was fun too. At one point, I sat
on Abdul's cock and they lifted me up by my arms and legs and rotated me in
the huge rod.  I was good for me, but Abdul loved it.

During a lull, Hamdi asked me what I did and I explained I translated
cuneiform writing. The masons didn't know what that was. I said I was
writing made of wedges. That struck a chord.  The possessor of the box of
severed genitals knew of the writing. "There is a wall of wedge writing
north of the camp," he said. I asked to see it.

That afternoon he and Ali took me to the wall. It was stunning.  The wall
was about six feet tall and perhaps eight feet long.  It described the
lineage of a local king, Nassarbanipal, back to Enki, the god of semen and
the god that made the earth fertile. The local king was a minor figure, but
had married with the other royal families of the area. The inscriptions
gave the relationships between the royal family and kingdoms in a
comprehensive way. It was in stone, not on clay tablets and was in
remarkable condition.  This could transform the history of the area.

Some of the lineage was mythical, since it included Gilgamesh, the mythical
hero, and the wild man Enkidu, who became his dear friend.  Oddly,
Nassarbanipal traced his ancestry to Enkidu, the wild man. There were
several bas-relief images of the king.  Nassarbanipal sported the
magnificent curly beard and hair of the Neo- Babylonian period, but it also
indicated a wavy pattern on the King's chest.

While men of the mid east often have hairy chests, the men of this area
were particularly hairy. I wondered if Nassarbanipal traced his hairy body
back to Enkidu. It was possible the Sheik, Ali and Abdul the Smith were
descendants of the hairy Nassarbanipal and thus of ancient wild man. In the
epic of Gilgamesh it is clear Gilgamesh loved Enkidu, and was despondent at
his death. It seemed it was possible the festivals of the area related to
the ancient worship of the semen God Enki. It made sense.

I asked Suleiman to send a message to Otto about the discovery. This was
vastly more important than the site we had been excavating. There was a
possibility Nasserbanipal had other inscriptions. He was trying to impress
visitors with his distinguished ancestry. I wondered if other inscriptions
displayed his education and sophistication. That was an exciting
possibility.

While I discovered this major find, courtesy of a chance meeting with an
illiterate stonemason, others had plans for me. Ali returned. The attack on
the bandits was a total success. We had rid the area of a long-term
problem. Another border town was considering giving allegiance to the Sheik
for protection. They hoped to share in the newfound strength of the Sheik.

As far as I know, there was no modern communication such as the phone, or
even the telegraph between these towns. Somehow, they heard I played a
role. Ali was to meet with the headman of the new town and make an
agreement. A meeting with men in the hamam was a part of the planned
alliance.

I was miffed and insulted he would do such a thing without even consulting
me. Ali arrived with twelve of his biggest and strongest men, gifts for
Suleiman and Hassam and medals for the men who joined us in the fight.  He
also brought a modern marvel, a hand cranked radio that could connect
directly with the Sheik. Should any bandit appear, they could get help from
Ali. This was an out-of-the-way place, more medieval than modern. A band of
twenty or thirty men was more than enough to discourage banditry. Ali
commanded the Sheik's guard.

He also brought modern medicines and equipment and the sheik's personal
doctor to give the Imam instruction. This was much appreciated.

I was planning to have a firm and stern conversation with Ali, but didn't
get the opportunity until we were in the Hamam. I hadn't understood that
the Sheik, Ali, and indeed Suleiman and Hassam understood my tastes and
were well aware of my weaknesses. I was particularly attracted to large,
strong and well-endowed men. Ali appeared with two of his most impressive
men, Suleiman brought Abdul the Smith and Hassam came with Hamdi.

My plans for a stern conversation evaporated. Ali and his men got along
very well indeed with the locals; all got along with me. Ali's men, while
they looked fierce, were pleasant and almost jolly. It became a pleasant
and enjoyable evening with friends, enhanced with periodic orgasms. It
wasn't entirely focused on me.  Ali's head guard was attracted to Abdul and
opened his ass for him. The guard later mounted and seeded me, and then Ali
used his guard's seed as lubricant for me. I sensed my ass wasn't the
attraction; it was his guard's seed. There was more of an emotional
connection between Ali and his men than I had expected. This was very
unlike the religious events.

The delegation for the neighboring town arrived at noon the next day. Their
headman was Amir. I gathered this town was larger, but poorer than
Suleiman's town. They were dressed as well as they could manage. The bandit
problem affected them greatly. Apparently, bandits used them to resupply
goods, stealing what they needed. They terrorized the town to keep them
docile. I suspected the visitors were a group of defeated men who suddenly
saw a way out. If Ali wiped out one band of bandits, he could perhaps wipe
out more.

Ali was effusive and expansive in his greetings. He treated them with
respect and honor. He said he enjoyed killing bandits and was willing to
set up a garrison to protect the town if that were needed. He would need
them to pledge allegiance to the Sheik. The delegation was overjoyed.


We had a banquet. Ali brought the food from the Sheik and the delegation
loved that.  Some ate as hungry men. After the banquet, we went to the
hamam to seal the deal. The situation here was uncomfortable.  It took me a
little while to figure out what was going on.

They knew I had a warm spot for well-endowed men. They collected the best
men who could satisfy my desires. Some of these men were of the most humble
status. They were frightened. In England, you hear of aristocrats who are
afraid of working class men. This was the opposite situation. Here we had
peasants who were to fuck a foreign aristocrat to garner favor with the
gods or spirits.

Amir was a handsome man, as was his cousin, Rashid. They were well-scaled
men with attractive endowments. Three, almost identical men stood off to
the side; they were camel drivers. I asked if they were triplets. Amir said
no. The men were a set of twins and a cousin. They were thin and scrawny. I
wouldn't say they were ugly, but some might.

They had hairy chests and a trail to their bushes.  If each man weighed 140
or 150 pounds, 20 or thirty pounds must have been in their cocks and
balls. The contrast between their scrawny bodies and huge genitals was
striking. It was more of a Ripley's believe-it-or-not contrast, than
attractive. I hate to think of myself as a slave to my desires. At first, I
wasn't interested in the trio except as a curiosity.

Against my better instincts, this curiosity grew and I wanted to experience
them. Ali and the Sheik were using my sexual shortcoming for their own
ends, but I felt as if I were using these sad men for my personal
pleasure. That was wrong. Alas, the sexual drive had overcome the morality
of the mind.

Amir was busy with Suleiman and Ali.  I went to the trio. "You men have
been blessed," I said. "A single man with your cock would be considered
marvel. Three men so beautifully endowed are beyond imagining. Which of you
men are the twins?"


"We are," one man said as they stepped forward. "We are only camel
drivers." I reached out and held their cocks. They were hefty and
immediately began to get firm. That did nothing to reduce their appeal for
me. Their genitals were dark compared to the rest of their bodies. As I
played with them, they quickly reached full erection. The head began to
part the skin and emerged into view. Like everything else about the twins'
genitals, the knob was large, the size of a ripe plum. The head was a
beautiful shade of lavender, almost lilac.

I dropped to my knees and kissed the organ. The sperm slit was wide and
parted, so I licked it with my tongue. One man's cock twitched and spurted
a single glob of sperm. I used my tongue to spread the cream over his knob,
then took the entire glans into my mouth and cleaned it up. The other man
moaned.  I think he could see the coming attractions. The third man, the
cousin, came forward and joined us.

I doubt they knew what was expected of them, and they relaxed when they
realized it was going to be pleasurable. Amir and Rashid joined us. Amir
was older than I thought, but was more attractive close up than from a
distance. I soon recognized he was more than a friend with Rashid. Amir was
a top and was the first to get in my ass. The Camel drivers relaxed even
more when Amir shot off in my hole.

Rashid took his place. Rashid was younger than I thought and better endowed
too. He wasn't shy or new to man sex. As he slid his cock into my ass, the
twins fed me their cocks. By now, they were excited and precum flowed from
their cocks. Rashid didn't last long and the cousin took his place. I
suddenly was afraid their organs were too big.

One of the twins began to spurt. My tongue had been between their knobs and
I turned to capture his hot man seed, swallowing his head. As the seed
flooded my mouth, the cousin filled my ass in a single thrust.  It wasn't
violent; it was firm. My rectum was full. Fortunately, Amir and Rashid had
seeded me and the monster organ slid deep easily.

He just left it in, and was still as I finished the last drops of the
twins' orgasm. He began the thrust. The trios weren't subtle men. They
wanted to shoot off, but unexpectedly they weren't in a rush either. I
assumed there was no need to rush during a long night in the desert. The
second twin rolled me over into the doggy position and then pressed the
small of my back until my chute was in the perfect position. He had done
this before.

They weren't disrespectful or rude, but they had a clear idea of the
bottom's role. The unending pressure in my ass was exhausting. I got
tired. After an orgasm their cocks relaxed, but they didn't lose their
erections or their interest.  I almost fell asleep. When I snapped out of
it, I was entirely relaxed. Suleiman, Ali and Ali the smith joined in. I
was open and at ease.

I sucked Suliman and Ali as the Smith fucked me. He bellowed as he
climaxed, and the other two men gave up their loads. The trio, Amir and
Rachid joined in rapid-fire climaxes. I was awash in sperm, swimming in man
seed. Ali held my legs open and sperm drooled from my ass.  Amir licked it
up. It was a total success.

A day later, I returned to the archaeological camp and Otto. While all was
well on the archeological front, things got more difficult for me as a
spy. Donnat was unpleasant, but he was stupid and so unknowledgeable it was
easy to circumvent him. Guttman was technically in charge, but Otto was now
in charge; that was good until they sent a replacement for Donnat. The
replacement, Horst Grubberfeld was a brighter man.

I was surprised at the speed by which Donnat was replaced. I thought we had
poor communications with Berlin, that wasn't the case. Officially, Horst
was a cultural attaché at the Embassy in Persia.  It was easy enough to
recognize him as a military man. He stood ramrod straight and all but
clicked his heels.

Horst had a close-cropped beard and thus looked less foreign to the Arabs
and was familiar with local customs. He couldn't speak Arabic, but he had a
translator with him. I was no longer a party to all conversations with
Arabs. Maximilian, the translator was scary. He was badly wounded in the
War and I was quite sure the psychological wounds were worse than his
physical wounds. He walked with a limp and had no left arm. He had a badly
scarred face. He positively hated English men and despised me at first
sight.

Otto welcomed me with open arms. My discovery of Nasserbanipal's inscribed
wall was a major coup. While I was away Otto found the remains of a minor
palace of the Assyrian period. He found a small collection of tablets. He
was quite sure these were literary or public documents. Most tablets were
of financial records, and were less intrinsically interesting. Of still
greater interest was a small inscribed stone. The stone was twelve by
eighteen inches, and depicted the creator god.

In one image, the creator god was shown facing forward, with his legs
spread, asshole open and cock hard. The artist depicted two men flanking
him in profile; they were erect and spraying the god with sperm.

In a second image was the god on his back. The two attendants held his legs
open as a man fucked him. There was a line of aroused men in line waiting
their turn. The genitals of the men were large and lovingly rendered as
were the faces. There was a chance they were portraits of individuals.

In the final image, the god was upside down with the King fucking him. The
king was nude, the rich hairstyle and jewelry was clearly
regal. Twenty-four disembodied erect penises showered the couple with
sperm.

"Can you interpret these drawings?" Otto asked. He had a twinkle in his
eye.

"I experienced those drawings," I replied.  "My trip into the desert was
eventful."

"It wasn't all gunplay and chases?"

"That turned out to be one of the least important parts of the trip.  It
was wild."

"You are a most responsive man," Otto said.

"Are you just being polite?" I asked.

"No, I mean that quite sincerely," he replied. "I am quite convinced we
have encountered an ancient throwback. The creator god predates by a
thousand or more years Christian and Islamic beliefs. Some traditions are
so tenacious they remain. It may well have gone underground and been
practiced only by a few of the true believers, but they survived. You are
the priest of that ancient tradition. "

"That seems to be a bit of a stretch to me," I replied.

"I assume it takes a special man to be the receiver and conduit for the
god.  That man must be receptive and enthusiastic throughout the orgiastic
ritual," Otto said.  "You are the perfect man." he looked at me. "In many
ways you are the perfect man for me."

"I am afraid I am a bit used now.  My virgin days are gone!"

"That is what excites me," Otto replied. "I am a reserved man. I have
walked the narrow path all my life. When I saw you taking cock after cock
and covered in sperm, I finally understood fertility cults. You welcomed
each cock into your ass. I saw your ass lips kissing each drooling Arab
knob and then swallow the organ. Your mouth caressed each cock and then
greedily sucked the seed spurting from their man tools. You inspired men to
orgasm after orgasm."

"If I were a religious man I could very well believe you are the
reincarnation of the creator god, or at very least the descendant of an
ancient priest," Otto added.