Date: Wed, 2 Mar 2005 07:44:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Sin Titulo <sintitulo2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bone Hunter II

Bone Hunter II
by
Sin Titulo


	Philadelphiawas blanketed in bitter cold as the dregs
of January edged into the coldest month of February.
Both rivers, the Delaware, and Schuykill, were
partially iced over.  A rare but occassional
phenomenon that indicated a colder than usual winter.
Slush ice on the streets had turned black with the
prevelant polution the city is plagued with.  The taxi
from the International Airport, dropped me at Sheila's
condo complex just south of Rittenhouse Square.  She
wasn't expecting me for another three days, but since
I'd done all I could in Morrocco, I saw no reason to
delay the inevitable.
	I was traveling light, leaving most of my equipment
in Hasem's care. since with any luck, once I had
announced my find I'd be rolling in donations to
complete the dig.  I didn't expect a problem finding
the money I'd need for the excavation of my
magnificent Pleaseusaur.  Besides, what I had left
behind in the Morroccan desert, was of little use to
me in this cold and depressingly gray city of
brotherly love.  I only had a small carry-on bag, and
my laptop, in which the photos of the Pleaseusaur were
stored.
	The doorman welcomed me home, not realizing that I
wasn't expected.  He didn't bother to call up to
announce me.  The elevator ride was too slow to my
liking, and I breathed a sigh of relief when the door
finally cranked open on the eleventh floor.  Each
floor of the building held two apartments.  Sheila's,
was on the North side of the building, and therefore
was almost totally in perpetual gloom from lack of
direct sun.  I'd already told her it would be on the
market as soon as we married, because I had no
intention of living in the dark the rest of my life.
I supposed that she'd be glad that it would still be
her's after I put an end to our relationship.
	I shouldered my bag, and computer, and trudged across
the thick carpeted hallway to her door dreading every
step.  I stood there for a moment playing my script
over in my head trying to remember it all.  When I
felt I could get it right, I rapped on her door.  I
stood there for a moment waiting, and listening.
Since her entrance foyer was carpeted, I didn't expect
to hear her come to the door.  What I did hear, was a
muffled gasp, from the apartment.  Instead of the door
being yanked open in welcome, which is what I
expected, she groaned something about god and asked me
to wait a minute because she wasn't dressed.  I
waited.
	After a minute, I rapped again.  Another minute
passed before she returned to the door, and opened it.
 She had thrown on her house robe, and was still tying
the belt around her waist.  I started to step into the
foyer, but she held up a hand to stop me.  My mental
picture did a double take.  This was contrary to how I
expected her to greet me after a month's absence.
"What's going on Sheila?"  She hesitated, keeping me
in the hall.
	"I've got company right now.  Could you come back in
an hour?"  She looked scared.
	"What?"  I tried to push past her.  "Sheila, come on!
 I've just flown half way around the world.  Is your
company that important?"
	"Please Dan!  Give me an hour."  Her fear had
increased, and she blanched and reddened when she
realized that it had dawned on me that she was telling
me she had a guest, and hadn't been dressed.
	"Fuck Sheila.  I had something important to tell you,
but I can read the signs here.  It seems my message
for you is no longer important."  I turned away toward
the elevator.
	"Dan?"  She stepped ou into the hall behind me.
	"Forget it Shiela.  I'm going back to Africa as soon
as possible.  Something's come up there that I need to
deal with."
	"Danny!"  The elevator was cranking up the shaft to
my call, but I ignored her shout.
	"I'll drop you a post card."  The elevator opened,
and I stepped onto the car.  She dashed to the door
and blocked its closing.
	"What are you saying Danny?"
	"Look. . . It isn't important anymore.  It's obvious
by your actions here that what we had planned is now
in the past.  Don't count on being married to me now
or ever."  I pushed her out of the door and it slid
shut.  Her scream of anguish was the last thing I
heard as I descended.
	My hunch about funding had been on the money.  By the
end of the week, I had an expedition account with more
than enough to complete my dig and ship the bones to
the Lab at the U. of P. for extricating the fossil
from its stony matrix.  In the four days all this
took, I had received several urgent messages at the
University from Shiela.  I ignored them all until I
was ready to fly out on Saturday morning.  I called
her and asked her to meet me at the international air
terminal a few minutes before my scheduled boarding
time.  I put all my news in a letter that I printed
out at the University before I left for the airport.
I was still traveling light, with my single bag and
computer.
	The boarding call had already been announced, when I
glanced back and saw her running toward me.  I lifted
the letter in the sealed envelope, and when she got to
me I handed it to her, and told her it explained
everything.  My rows were called, and I entered the
jet way to board.  At the last turn I looked back, but
all I could see was her hair, as she walked away
shaking her head.

	The helicopter from Marakesh, to my Pleaseusaur took
us over Shiek Omar's camp.  I looked down, as we
passed over, and saw a tiny black and scarlet figure
rush out of one of the large tents, and raise both his
arms in greeting as we passed over.  I had arrainged
for  Hasem to set up my camp next to the ancient stone
island my Pleaseusaur lay in to eliminate the commute
every morning.  He had also contracted half a dozen
men to help with the heavy work of cradling the
massive stone pieces in plaster to get them ready for
final removal.  I knew none of the men would have ever
worked with ancient bones, but with my instruction and
Hasem's presence, I expected they would be fine with
the delicate work.  In any case, the size and massive
weight of the skeleton and skull precluded being able
to ship it out in one piece.  We'd have to break it in
to several of more managable size to copter out of the
desert to the airport in Marakesh.
	The camp was deserted when the copter set me down a
few hundred yards away to prevent the tent being blown
away in the backwash of the beating roters.  I ducked
out of the vibrating machine and turned to begin
receiving the sixty 25 gallon cans of water I'd
calculated my team would need before the copter
arrived in two weeks to replinish for me.  The large
translucent plastic bottles were heavy, and I was
feeling the effort by the time I stacked the last one
on the pyramid I'd constructed with them.  Beside
them, I also stacked the hundred pound bags of plaster
of paris and the canvas strips to reeinforce the bones
with for removal. As the copter lifted off, I covered
the bottles with a large canvas tarp, and weighted the
edges with stones to protect the plastic from the rays
of the intense desert sun.  I was tired, but picked up
my bag, and laptop, and made my way to the campsite.
My tent felt cool and comfortable when I got there,
and after I shook a scorpion out of the sleeping bag
on my cot, and checked for others, I lay down on it
and soon fell into a welcome sleep.  I hadn't slept a
wink since leaving the cold streets of Philadelphia.

	I batted at the fly that kept landing on my nose and
trying to crawl into my nostril.  It persisted, and I
batted again.  My tired eyelids cracked open and I
started, setting up in one swift movement.  The dark
form of a man silouetted against the opening of the
tent sent a thrill through my body.  Hasem dropped the
grass stem he'd been tickling my nose with, and we
embraced like lost lovers.
	"I missed you Danniel."  His voice was soft as he
hugged me close and kissed my ear.
	"Me too Hasem.  I couldn't wait to get back here."
	"To me, or to your old bones?"
	"My old bones silly,  but. . . you too."  He grinned,
his sparkling white teeth gleaming in his dark face.
We broke apart, and he set about making some of his
thick sweet coffee.  I spent the time examining the
camp, and finally it dawned on me there were no tents
for the workers I knew he'd hired.
	"Hasem?"  He stood in a graceful movement and faced
me, his smile still beaming from his features.  "Where
are the men to sleep?"
	"Ah. . . yes. . . the bones are calling you already."
 He turned back to the pump stove, and poured the
boiling water over the grounds and sugar.  "I had them
set up their camp beyond the dunes.  It will be more
private for you that way.  More private for us.  Their
tongues wag like old women in the oasis, and it would
not do for them to see what you and I do here.  I. .
." he hesitated a moment.  "It is I who can not allow
them the opportunity to tell what we do here.  My
father, would be forced to act, and it would not be to
my benefit nor yours for them to see.'  He stirred the
strong brew, and began pouring it into the tiny cups
he had provided the camp with.  He brought mine to me
where I stood, and put it into my hand, taking the
opportunity to run his big hand up my arm and then to
my cheek.
	"There are things we must talk of Danniel.  Things
that I must tell you. . ."  I started to speak, but he
placed his fingers over my lips to silence me.  "My
father is old."  He suddenly looked sad.  "He is ill.
While you were in America, he suffered a sezure of
some sort.  Possibly a stroke.  I have pleaded with
him to let us fly him to Marakesh to doctors, but he
has refused.  He is too weak to make the trip by
camel.  From our conversations, it is clear to me he
is preparing to step down and let me assume his role
with the people.  The reality is that should he have
even a slight suspicion of what you and I do here, he
would have to declair me unclean, and therefore unfit
to take his place.  I have no brothers, and should
that happen, the leadership of the people would pass
to another family.  It is the way.'  I started to
speak again, but he motioned me to silence.
	"There will be spies in the midst of these men I have
brought to you.  They are unavoidable.  Actually, they
will work on our behalf rather than against us if we
are aware of their intentions.  My people are not
always as educated as I, and they have many suspicions
of forigners.  Some are even suspicious of me, because
of my time in England has made me different to what
they are accustomed.  To many, I am as much a forigner
as you.  There is opposition to my father's only
choice among the people.  I am struggling to protect
my position yet I must appear not to be.  Do you
understand?"  He finally was asking me to speak.  His
words has set off a jumble of thoughts, and I
struggled to order them so they made sense.  When I
finally did speak, I had a burning question to ask.
	"Hasem, I'm sorry to hear about your father, but I
have this question.  Are you needed here in the
desert?  I have envisioned that we might be together
somewhere else.  Somewhere more tolerant of . . ."  I
stopped speaking because he was slowly shaking his
beautiful head.
	"My family has produced the Shieks of my people for
over a thousand years.  This desert is my home, and
although I have grown by my education and experiences
in the wider world, it is my place to remain with my
people.  Perhaps my education and experiences will
help if they can learn to trust me as they have
trusted my father, and his father and so on back to
the begining of our dynasty.  I  understand it will be
difficult for you.  You are a westerner, but I want. .
.no that is not correct.  I need you to be here with
me.  When the time comes, I will be made almost all
powerful under Allah.  My choices will be respected,
and the intolerance you speak of will not be an
issue."  I nodded, understanding at last what he was
asking of me.  My mind raced.
	"I could continue my career?"
	"Of course.  You will become an important hunter of
the bones the desert conceals.  There are many places
you have not looked yet.  If you are here with me
permanently, you will be shown where the best lie.  My
people know this land as they know the wrinkles in
their own faces.  The bones you have discovered here
are just a beginning."  I sipped my coffee, and
thought about what he was saying.
	The Morroccan desert had seen many expeditions
searching for fossils, but the important finds that
were expected had been few and far between.  Mostly,
the government limited the time allowed to foriegn
expeditions to a month.  Little enough time for many
of them to acclimatize to the searing heat and lack of
water, much less devote the time required to actually
produce results.  If I stayed with Hasem and the
people, I would become the sole paleontolegist working
in the desert over extended periods of time.  His
offer of guides that knew where the best bones were to
be found was unheard of.  He may not have realized it,
but he was offering me a dream.
	"I wanted to tell you earlier Hasem, that I no longer
have reason to be in Philadelphia.  The woman there is
nothing to me now.  Since I left you two weeks ago,
only one thing has been on my mind, and every moment I
have been away, I have puzzled about how I can have
what I want in my life.  You have just made it
possible."
	"And what is it you want Danniel?"  He stared at me
with beautiful eyes.
	"I want you Hasem.  If it is possible, I think I have
fallen in love."  He grinned.
	"It is the desert Danniel.  It gets into the blood."
	"You're sure it isn't your red powder?"  He laughed
out loud.
	"I must admit, there is nothing in the powder other
than ground peppers which you can buy in any market
here.  It was the story of the powers it held that
brought us together the first time."  He stepped
closer to me and put a hand on my chest.  "What
happened between us, came only from here."  He patted
the area above my heart and grinned.  I was uncertain
he was telling me the truth.  My straight mind didn't
want to accept that I'd been attracted to this man so
easily.
	"I feel stupid all of a sudden."  I looked into his
eyes.
	"There is nothing to feel that way about.  So you
thought yourself a straigh man with a woman and all,
but a little spice sprinkled on your disgusting
crackers with peanut butter, made you gay in an
instant?  I think not.  There is more to the story,
and we will have the rest of our lives to read it.
Shall I get my magic powder?  I have abstained from my
wives since you left, and I would love to do things to
you with this."  He took my hand, and placed it over
his groin.  I smiled.
	"I thought you would never ask."  I finished my
coffee, and set the small cup down in the sand next to
the still full cup he'd poured for himself.  I led him
into the tent, and we embraced, hugging and kissing
each other with passion.
	He was amazingly virle, and his huge cock, had a
wonderful effect on my libido.  I couldn't keep my
hands off his body, and soon enough we were naked,
kissing and sucking and licking,  My tongue left slick
wet trails all over his body, and I found myself doing
things to him I'd only done in my dreams.  As we made
love, I began to let my mind encompass my thoughts and
began to understand that they had been there for a
long time.  My reaction to him the first time was one
that had been supressed by my need to feel like a
normal heterosexual man.  Fleeting thoughts flashed
that proved he had been correct.  I was surpressing my
gay needs and hiding from my true sexuality.  How he
knew this I had no idea.

	Hasem placed me on my cot, and finally took my
hardness in his mouth and sucked me until I came in
gushes in his throat.  The pleasure I felt from his
humming vibrations was a kind of ecstacy I couldn't
get enough of.  He turned me over with his gentle
hands, and spread my butt and set to work with his
magic tongue.  I was soon groaning and squirming with
new and higher pleasures.  When he finally entered me,
his giant shaft felt as comfortable in me as anything
I'd ever experienced before.  Certainly more to my
liking than the sex I'd experienced with Sheila, and
the few girls and women I'd had sex with before her.
This was what I needed. . .no, that was incorrect.
This was what I wanted.
	I was blinded by the love I was feeling for this man.
 This was all happening so fast, but I also knew that
he had helped me to find something true and loving in
myself that I had been too stupid or too afraid to
allow into the light of day.  I reveled in his big
shaft plunging into me and then sucking back out
creating a vaccume in my gut that sent my sexual
senses reeling with shivering delight.  I was sucking
air and sweating like I had never done before with
heights of pleasure I'd never thought possible.  Pussy
had no comparison to the pleasures of having Hasem's
big cock fucking me as deep as we both could manage.
	As he rose to the edge, he began to kiss me
passionately, and I him, feeling the pressures in his
balls rise, stroking his nuts wih my fingers softly
with a hand forced between us.  I held his long shaft
as he pulled it from my gut, slick with liquid his
balls had generated.  Feeling him push it back into my
body sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.  I
was moaning and groaning with every thrust his strong
masculine body managed.  When he reached the point of
no return, he whispered in breathy gasps that he loved
my tightness, and kissed my closed eyes as he began to
erupt inside me.  I felt his great length pulsing and
throbbing, and I began to cum again along with his
outpourng of passion.
	Afterward, we lay together chest to chest, his big
cock pinning us together, my silken cum smearing our
torsos like glue, and just held each other until he
became too soft to remain.  When he came out, it was
followed by a gush of his cum.  I pushed him off me,
and squated in the sand, eliminating the creamy
liquid.  His cock, though soft, remained long and
thick.  I felt the need to clean it for him, and he
stood while I took him into my mouth and tasted his
and my essences combined on his most wonderful tool.
He maoaned a little, but was totally spent, remaining
soft in my mouth.
	Once dressed again, he took me to meet the men.
Their camp was about a mile to the east of mine.
Close enough to get to the site quickly, yet far
enough to maintain privacy for us.  He told me as we
walked to meet them that he had told them I was not to
be disturbed in my camp.  He said they understood my
need for privacy, and would not bother us when we were
together.
	The men were happy to be working, the little money I
paid the was more than they would normally earn, and
so they would do as I asked or as Hasem instructed.
The language barrier was large, but Hasem promised to
be there as often as he could manage.  He translated
my words about the excavation, and the men nodded in
unison anxious to get started.
	As he rode away that night, he left me feeling empty
and alone.  I lay on my cot thinking about the life
changing desicions I had made in the past few days.  I
wondered what my own father would say if he were told
about my loving the feel of a large black cock fucking
me.  The broad mouth of a handsome Semetic man kissing
me and best of all, the soft wet tongue licking and
probing every nook and cranny of my body.  He'd
probably have a stroke like Hasem's father.  My old
man was adamant about queers, as he called them.  I'd
have to find a way to break the news to him.  Thank
god, my mother had passed away and couldn't care what
her son was doing here in the Morroccan desert.
	I drifted to sleep on my cot, with the odor of our
love making still clinging to my sleeping bag.  I
dreamed of Hasem and I riding camels across the desert
naked to a remote oasis where we swam in the cool
clear waters, and made love in the sand, eating large
ripe and luscious dates that fell from the palms
pelting us as we struggled together in our lovemaking.

	When the alarm went off, the eastern horizon was a
barely visible band of golden light.  The air was cool
and pristine.  I stepped out of the tent, still nude,
and stretched, my feet buried to the ankles in the
cold sand.  I looked up at the still brilliant stars
in the velvet black of the sky, and smiled.  I
realized that this would be mine for as long as I
wanted it.  I felt like the luckiest guy in the world
at that moment.  Time might change that, but for the
moment, I was king of all I surveyed.

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