Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 21:36:55 -0800
From: John Black <blackhunk33@gmail.com>
Subject: Library of Alexandria, Chapter 2

Library of Alexandria

Chapter 2


	Michael and John worked out every weekday morning before heading
off to work at Mr. Asquith's estate.  As they walked through the door of
the fitness gym, they were greeted by one of the trainers.  He checked them
in and told them that Paul was looking for them.  "He just went back into
the changing room," the trainer said.  "He has a client in five minutes,
though," he added with a smirk.

	This was probably the gayest gym in town.  It was well known as a
place to pick up men who were into other men.  Paul was someone that
Michael had met on his first day there.  Paul had showed him around,
demonstrated some of the equipment, and showered with Michael, making it
very clear that Paul wanted to get fucked by Michael's big, Italian dick.
All the while, Paul was pushing Michael to join.  The facility was good,
the equipment was new, and Paul was stunning.  His bodybuilder physique
didn't have that overdone look to it, and Michael checked for the telltale
signs of steroid abuse, but saw none.  And Paul had a fantastic ass.

	So, Michael joined.  The next time he went into the gym, Paul spent
additional free time with Michael and acted as spotter for some of the
weight lifting.  When Michael went to the showers, Paul joined him.  One
thing led to another and Michael rimmed and fucked Paul's amazing ass
twice, dumping big loads from his thick, Italian sausage up Paul's hungry
ass.  Paul tried to tell him that he didn't get fucked very much, but
Michael knew better.  Someone who infrequently got fucked didn't take a big
dick like his that easily without lube.  However, Michael didn't care.  He
loved Paul's ass and didn't mind at all giving the bodybuilder what they
both wanted.

	This was a purely physical relationship.  Paul wanted to be a
bodybuilder with no other aspirations.  Michael wanted to finish his
master's degree in ancient languages.  They had little in common, other
than the hot sex.  Michael invited Paul to his condo several times to play
for the night.  Both of them took advantage of each other during those
times, leaving Paul's ass and Michael's dick sore from all the friction.
Whenever they were at the gym at the same time, Michael would service Paul
and leave both of them satisfied.  Once in a while, Michael would blow
Paul, but that wasn't very often.

	But today, Paul made it very clear that he was in need of a double
breeding right after he finished with his client.  He asked if the two men
would be available in an hour.  They assured him that they would be.

	Michael and John finished their legs and back workout in about an
hour and headed to the locker room.  They nodded to Paul who smiled as they
walked by him.  At their lockers, Michael stripped off his sweaty togs and
glanced over at John.  Immediately, his dick started to rise and lengthen.
"Every time I look at your bare ass or your huge dick, I get a hard-on," he
smiled.  John glanced over at him and smiled.  "And you love it!"

	John laughed.  "Yeah, I do.  I'm always pleased that I can still
get a `rise' out of you after three years," John said.  "And it isn't like
you don't have an impact on me," he added, waving his expanding dick in
Michael's direction.  "If we hadn't promised Paul that we'd fuck him, I'd
take you on right here, right now!"

	"Smooth talker," Michael smiled.  He turned around and bent over,
offering up his ass to John's huge, black dick.

	"That dick goes in my ass, not yours," Paul smiled down on Michael.

	He looked up and grinned.  "I was just tantalizing him for you,
Paul," he lied.

	"Yeah, sure," he replied, not believing Michael one bit.  "Let's
shower up and get this breeding started.  I checked the sauna and steam
room.  Only the sauna is vacant."

	We showered quickly, grabbed our towels and headed for the sauna.
As Paul had said, it was deserted.  Paul bent over and offered up his ass.
John knelt behind him and stuck his face between Paul's hard ass cheeks.
He spread them with his big hands and shoved his tongue between Paul's ass
lips.  "Oh, fuck yeah," Paul moaned.  "I so need to get bred," he crooned.
Michael's dick was down Paul's throat, getting it wet enough to fuck Paul.

	A minute later, John and Michael swapped places.  Michael quickly
swiped his tongue over Paul's asshole, and then stood up and pushed his
hard, dripping dick inside Paul.  Paul groaned with pleasure and backed on
to Michael.  John pushed his dick farther down Paul's throat as if they
were attempting to meet in the middle.  "That's one sweet hole, Man!"
Michael whispered over Paul's back.  John leaned in and kissed him as he
face-fucked Paul.  "You're gonna make me nutt too soon," Michael
complained.  However, Paul didn't care and neither did Michael.  With rapid
thrusts, Michael sprayed his creamy load as deeply as his dick would reach.

	"Swap places with me, Mike," John croaked.  "I'm so close!"
Quickly, Michael pulled out of Paul's ass and switched places with John.
He pushed his monstrous, black dick up Paul's ass in one long thrust.

	"Fuck!  You're so fuckin' big!" Paul winced.  "I don't think I'll
ever get used to how big you are."  Michael put a stop to his complaints by
shoving his dick into Paul's mouth.  He greedily sucked his slowly
shrinking, cum slathered dick.  "Always delicious," he praised, when
Michael let him breathe.  He was beating his dick furiously.  This was
going to be one of those rare events when Paul wanted to shoot a load, too.

	"Oh, Man!  I'm gonna nut!" John announced.  Paul stood up and
flailed on his dick, but continued to push back against John's hard
thrusts.

	"Fuck ME!" Paul roared.  Michael quickly squatted in front of him
and sucked the head of Paul's dick into his mouth.  Paul released his dick
and alternately fucked himself on John's big dick and shoved his climaxing
dick into Michael's mouth.  In unison, the two men blasted out their loads,
the climax waves in near synchronous sprays.

	John continued to pound Paul's muscular ass as he held on to Paul's
massive shoulders.  Michael did his best to keep Paul's average dick in his
mouth to get the last drops of his cream.  Paul's dick quickly wilted and
he pushed Michael away, but didn't pull away from John.  He did love that
big, black dick up his ass.

	After another shower, Michael and John dressed and left for
Mr. Asquith's estate.  "Did you ever think of Paul as a potential mate?"
John asked out of the blue.

	"Only as a fuck buddy," Michael said looking over at him.  "We have
only sex in common.  What about you?  Would you have gone for him, if I
hadn't come along?"

	"Nah," John replied.  "He's really hot sex as he's demonstrated
several times at the gym and a few times at our condo, but he's not a lot
more.  He seems to be very focused on his bodybuilding and not much
interested in anything else, other than sex."

	"Yeah, I noticed that, too."

	At the mansion, they immediately went to the lab.  Mr. Asquith was
already there.  He smiled a greeting and then turned back to what he was
doing.  "This translation that you've done," he indicated pointing to a
computer screen, "is very enlightening.  I have no idea who these other
people are that the bibliography says there is a history for.  I've never
heard of them.  Have you?"  The other men shook their heads to the
negative.  "I've searched on-line for any reference to the translated name
of these early people, but the only thing I found was a few obscure words
that are similar, but not the same.  I suppose that even the version we
have is a phonetic transcription of their true name."  Again, they nodded,
not sure where he was going with this.  "On a more positive note, I've
definitely located the cave."

	"Wonderful!" John nearly shouted.  "When do we leave?"

	Mr. Asquith laughed at John's eagerness.  "Well, we should get
permits to search for the cave and its contents.  However, if we do that,
the find will likely be confiscated and we'll have nothing to show for our
work.  I'm afraid they may destroy some or all of it if it doesn't comport
with their religious views of the world's creation and the Holy Bible
version."

	Michael spoke up.  "As Arabic is my specialty and Saudi Arabia is
very conservative, I can assure you that from a cultural perspective,
you're very likely right, Mr. Asquith.  However, we can't exactly sneak in
there and abscond with all those writings without being noticed."

	"I've been thinking about that, Michael," Mr. Asquith said.  "I
don't want to burn any bridges with my Arab friends in the Ministry of
Antiquities in Saudi Arabia, but I may not have a choice."

	"Could you ask for permission and then give them only a small
sample of what's there and leave with the rest?" John suggested.

	Mr. Asquith smiled.  "You have larceny in your soul, Mr. Sinclair.
However, I've thought of that, too.  It would get us the majority of the
really important finds, assuming that this bibliography is accurate and
complete, and that the documents are still there.  But, how do we go about
explaining to the world where we got these amazing documents?  Where did we
discover them?  At some point, it would come out that they were from this
cave in Saudi Arabia.  The Saudis would NOT be happy with us."

	"Aren't you involved in a dig in Italy, near Rome?" Michael asked.
Mr. Asquith nodded.  "Well, these records are probably in Latin, if they
were translated by scribes from the Library of Alexandria.  It would be
reasonable to think that copies were made for Rome."

	"You are nefarious!" Mr. Asquith laughed.  "Both of you!  But,
that's not a bad idea."

	"Thank you, Sir," they replied in unison with big smiles.

	"Now, we need to figure out how we're going to smuggle them out of
Saudi Arabia under their very noses and not get caught," Mr. Asquith mused.
"But, we need to know just how big the find is before we can determine how
much transportation we'll need."  He pulled out a map and ran his finger
down the west coast of Saudi Arabia.  "We could land a plane at Jeddah at
the King Abdulaziz airport and then get a truck or trucks to drive down the
coast until we get to Highway 4040.  That highway will take us into the
interior just beyond Ghomygah where I think the cave is located."

	"As I speak Arabic, I should be the one to go and scout out the
cave," Michael volunteered.

	"And I need to go with you to smooth out the visas," Mr. Asquith
added.  "John can go to Rome and work with the archeologists there.  You'll
need to find a place at the dig site where we can say we found all these
relics.  The Minister of Antiquities for Italy is an old acquaintance of
mine.  I think I can convince him to, uh, `cooperate' with us on that dig.
John, while you're in Rome, see if you can rent a few large trucks and some
tall barriers that can't be seen through.  I have an idea how we'll get the
new `find' out of Italy."

	"How many and how big are the trucks and how much barrier will I
need to get?" John asked.

	"I'll text you with the specifics, once we know the size of the
find in Saudi Arabia.  However, I'll leave it to you to decide how much
barrier we'll need after you get to the dig outside Rome.  It'll need to be
enough for a corridor from the dig to the truck, both sides of the
corridor, of course," Mr. Asquith directed.

	"Of course," John smiled.

	"Well, we have sort of a plan," Mr. Asquith said.  "After you
translate the rest of the bibliography, I think we'll have a better idea of
the size of the find.  However, some will be many pages or tablets; others
will be less than a page or only a paragraph.  And we don't know if they'll
be in jugs or amphorae or some other storage vessel.  While you translate,
I'll line-up an aircraft that is configured for shipping containers."  They
looked blankly at him.  "Not the kind of shipping containers you see on
ships, but the ones that fit nicely in the cargo holds of aircraft."  Now,
that made much more sense and they smiled their acknowledgements.

	Michael and John were translating for the entire week as well into
most of the following week.  The translations were remarkably consistent
with each other.  Michael noticed that some of the items were repeats from
earlier sections that they'd translated.  Evidently, that meant that the
scrolls or tablets covered several subjects.  The bibliography was
attempting to give a researcher a chance to find what he was looking for,
even though what he was pointed to would include much more than his
research topic.  Michael pointed that out to John and Mr. Asquith.

	"Perhaps, that will make the find less voluminous," Mr. Asquith
opined.  "In one sense, that makes it easier to get a smaller cache of
records out of Saudi Arabia.  On the other hand, it would make the find
less significant."

	"No matter the volume, this will be the archeological find of the
millennium," Michael observed.  The other two men nodded their agreement.

	Within two more weeks, they had their visas for Saudi Arabia.  John
left for Italy on the same day the others flew to Jeddah.  On the plane,
Mr. Asquith told Michael that they had three planes standing by to spirit
away the hoped for treasure.  He had also leased two large trucks and 60
foot trailers that could accommodate the requisite shipping containers.
Also at their disposal were two 4X4 vehicles to get the ancient texts from
the cave to the highway and then on to Al Lith where the semis was waiting
at a warehouse.

	They landed at Jeddah, made it through customs and immigration and
picked up the 4X4 vehicles.  They drove down the divided highway to Al Lith
before turning east on the 4040 toward Ghomygah.  Michael followed
Mr. Asquith's vehicle.  He had the GPS and the probable coordinates of the
cave.

	A few miles ahead, they pulled off the road and headed up the
gently sloping hill.  They knew it couldn't be far from the Red Sea,
because the people who put the items in the cave wouldn't want to make a
long journey to hide them.  Mr. Asquith stopped his vehicle and looked up
the hill.  He motioned for Michael to follow him.  With occasional glances
at the GPS, they climbed slowly to where Michael could see a notch in the
hillside.  Desert shrubbery was scattered about, providing good cover for
any cave that would be up there as well as their vehicles.  Clearly, the
cave wasn't noticeable from the highway.  And given the terrain, it was
likely the locals hadn't stumbled upon it.

	Less than 100 feet from the road, Michael spied an odd
topographical feature.  It didn't look natural to him.  The closer they got
to it, the more it looked like someone had skim-coated over a pile of rocks
to conceal something behind it.  Granted, the skim-coating was crumbling
away, but it was likely what they were looking for.

	Using their hands and a small pick, they pulled the stacked rocks
away.  They would have to put them back later.  Meanwhile, they stacked
them behind the nearby vegetation to hide the "excavation" efforts.
Michael looked inside and clicked on a high-intensity flashlight.  "Wow!"
he whispered.

	Mr. Asquith muttered, "My Gawd!  Look at that!"  They stared in awe
at the collection of amphorae, stacks of books, clay tablets, chests, and
mounds of scrolls.  Michael couldn't see the back of the cave, despite the
intensity of the light beam.  "How will we get all of this out of there and
into the vehicles?" Michael wondered aloud.  "Who else do we know that we
can swear to secrecy that can help us?" he asked.

	Mr. Asquith had to think about the question for a few moments.
"First, we have to get John a visa and get him to help us.  Rome can wait.
Second, there are several graduate students that I could call upon whom I
know are trustworthy.  And they'd be delighted to help us catalogue and
translate all this material."  He was smiling like a kid in a candy shop.
So was Michael.  "Let me make some phone calls and get the ball rolling,"
he said.  "Meanwhile, you should start at the entrance and start pulling
out as much as you can as fast as you can and get it into the back of your
4X4.  If I'm not done with the phone calls before your vehicle is full,
start loading up mine."

	Michael started on the left side and gathered up a couple bundles
of scrolls, being extra careful in handling them.  He left the cave and
walked slowly down the hill, taking care with his steps.  The hill wasn't
steep, but it could be treacherous without watching where he was going.  On
succeeding trips, he scouted out easier or less hazardous paths to and from
the cave.  He found one that suited him well.  He thought that Mr. Asquith
would negotiate it as easily as he had.

	After filling up his 4X4, he started working on the other vehicle.
He was glad that the windows were darkly tinted and that the air
conditioning was working in both vehicles.  Even though it was winter in
Saudi Arabia, it was still warm.  They had parked far enough off the road
that someone on the road wouldn't notice what they were doing.

	With the back of both 4X4 vehicles loaded to the roof with scrolls,
Michael filled the passenger seats and the foot wells of both with clay
tablets.  He let Mr. Asquith know that they needed to get to the warehouse
in Al Lith immediately, so they could take several more trips before it got
too dark.  He nodded his agreement and came down the slope with Michael.
He glanced inside both vehicles and said, "You did a good job filling them
up.  And I have good news about the grad students and John.  All are
willing to come help us.  The only problem is the visas.  I'm also asking
them to fly into different airports and rent additional vehicles like ours.
We don't want to give away what's going on here.  Also, I asked all of them
to wear appropriate thobe dishdashas and keffiyehs."  Michael knew that
meant Arabic robes and headwear.  "And I told them to check the internet
for prayer times when they get here.  They need to be off the road and in
the warehouse or in the cave at those times.  If they are in the open, make
sure that they face east toward Mecca which is just down the road from
Jeddah.  However, from Al Lith and Ghomygah, Mecca will be north."

	"Do you think we can get the visas quicker than two weeks?" Michael
asked.

	"Doubtful," he replied.  "So, that makes it just the two of us
getting as much into containers as we can before they arrive.  I'm going to
accompany the plane that takes the first load back.  John should come here
at the same time, assuming he has his visa, and help you.  I think both of
you would best serve the expedition by being the ones to pack the artifacts
in the containers.  Let the others pull the stuff out of the cave and get
it to you in the warehouse.  I'll take care of the offloading in the States
and getting them stored on the estate.  And I'll make sure that the plane
returns in time to take the next load of items.  I think we'll need only
one plane and one truck and semi-trailer to go with it, instead of several
planes and trucks.  I've asked several of my female grad students to help
unload the containers and catalogue the artifacts at home.  Being a woman
over here, especially a foreigner, is not a good idea."

	So, back to the warehouse they drove.  The trip was less than ten
minutes.  Luckily, Mr. Asquith had the foresight to get a warehouse that
they could drive into and unload the cargo in secret.  But, their immediate
problem was trying to figure out how to load the cargo containers.  Michael
suggested that the clay tablet should line the bottom of the container and
the scrolls be laid in carefully atop them.  The books that they'd seen
would also go on the bottom.  But, the amphorae would have to stand up in
the containers and get packed in tightly.  We needed some excelsior to
cushion them, so they wouldn't crash into each other on a turbulent flight.

	Again with amazing foresight, Mr. Asquith had the two loads of
excelsior delivered by one truck and semi-trailer before they arrived at
the warehouse.  With the excelsior stashed in the corner of the warehouse,
we carefully placed the few clay tablets into the bottom of one of the
containers, added a layer of excelsior and then placed the scrolls atop
that.  Our two 4X4s didn't even begin to fill one of the containers.  I
peered inside after we'd loaded it.  "We'll need more containers," Michael
observed.

	"We do have a lot of material in the cave.  I couldn't even see the
back of it," Mr. Asquith noted.  "Let's get back to the cave and pull out
more artifacts.  I think we should try to create a path that goes to the
back of the cave as we load the 4X4s.  That will give us a better idea of
how many more containers and flights we'll need to book to get it all.
When the last plane leaves, I think you'd be the better man to go to Italy
as you speak fluent Italian.  I'll smooth the way for you when we get
closer to the end.  Of course, we'll talk to John to see what he's arranged
already."

	For the next two weeks, they labored diligently, rushing back and
forth between the cave and the warehouse.  It would have gone so much
faster if they'd had more hands to empty the vehicles and pack the
artifacts into the shipping containers.  But, it was only the two of them.
The distance between the warehouse and the cave was short, so that wasn't
the time waster.  It was the time it took to carefully pull things from the
cave and place them into the vehicles, and the time it took to unload the
vehicles at the warehouse and carefully place them in the containers.  They
really needed more hands and more hours in the day.

	They had nearly half a plane full of containers by the time the
first of the graduate students arrived.  With another three days of more
hands to do the work, the plane was full.  Mr. Asquith left with the plane
and John arrived a day later.  They began filling additional containers as
fast as the 4X4s arrived loaded down with more artifacts.  With another
week behind them, they had a full complement of workers.  John and Michael
were kept busy from dawn until dusk filling shipping containers and
layering in more excelsior.  Michael cautioned the grad students to not
turn off the road to the cave if there were any other vehicles within
sight.  He wanted this to be as clandestine as possible.  At the end of
that week, they had enough containers to fill another plane.  He sent
Mr. Asquith a coded message about their progress.  The plane arrived at
noon the next day.  By the end of the day, another fully loaded plane
departed for the States.

	Michael asked one of the post doctorate men how much more there was
to pull out of the cave.  He assured him that they could easily fill
another plane and at least part of another one.  Fearful that their
activities would soon be noticed, they pushed harder to get more done
faster.

	After the third plane departed, Michael rode up to the cave with
one of the students.  He was very pleased at the progress that they'd made.
There were only amphorae, chests, and some books left, plus a large area
full of clay tablets.  He guessed that they would fill another plane, give
or take.  It would all depend on how well the chests fit and how many
amphorae that he and John could squeeze into each container.  Michael asked
the next men that delivered artifacts to the warehouse to bring a load of
clay tablets and the next 4X4 to bring only chests and as many clay tablets
as they could squeeze in.  John and Michael put the clay tablets in the
bottom of the containers, but not the ones that had the chests.  Those
chests were too heavy and might crush the tablets.  Amphorae would be
better for that.  Books could rest atop the chests with the proper amount
of excelsior cushion spread between them.

	As the end of the fourth week approached, Michael was seeing more
smiles on the faces of the students.  "We're getting close to the end," he
kept hearing.  He began sending home the first students who had arrived in
Saudi Arabia.  Their flights were already paid for.  All they had to do was
turn in their vehicles and board their planes.  It went like clockwork.

	The final 4X4 arrived and they loaded up the last container and put
it in the semi-trailer.  There was enough room to put the forklift that
they'd been using in the trailer as well.  They didn't want to leave it
behind if they could avoid it.  There was room on the last plane out to
accommodate the forklift as well.  The pilot of the last plane asked them
if we wanted to ride along rather than take a commercial flight out.  They
turned in their rented 4X4s and boarded the last container flight.  "There
won't be any food service, I'm afraid," the pilot smiled, "or beverage
service.  However, we brought aboard enough food and drink for probably a
dozen people, so you're welcome to share."  They thanked him for his
generosity.  The plane wasn't as quiet as a commercial liner, but with ear
protectors, John and Michael didn't care.

	John was exhausted from his two weeks of packing containers, and
Michael even more tired from the four weeks of pulling artifacts from the
cave and packing.  They slept fitfully for most of the first leg of the
trip.  They landed in Amsterdam for fuel and a quick run into the airport
for a fresh supply of food and drink.  An hour later, they were in the air,
headed for the States.  Once more, they slept badly on this ten hour leg,
too excited about that they'd just accomplished.

	The pilot woke them up for the final approach into their home town.
The plane landed on the commercial strip away from the regular airport and
taxied to a hanger.  The doors closed behind it.  Slowly, the containers
were pulled out of the cargo hold and placed in a semi-trailer.  After
filling four trailers, they met a limousine that Mr. Asquith had sent for
them and followed the trucks to the estate.  The car pulled into the
mansion driveway, but the trucks diverted to a large outbuilding to the
west of the main house.  The warehouse type structure was ablaze with
lights, even though it was mid-day.

	Mr. Asquith's butler greeted them at the door and led them into the
library where the boss awaited.  With a big smile, he greeted them warmly
and embraced them.  He'd never so much as touched them before.  Evidently,
he was in a very good mood.  "You won't believe what we've found," he
began, "and we've only begun to catalogue what you've dragged out of that
cave.  Truly astounding what we've discovered.  I know that you saw that
some of the amphorae and books and chests had tags on them.  The others
were probably tagged, too, but they fell away over the last two millennia.
The ladies and now the men have been working night and day on sorting and
listing all the goodies that we've discovered.  Now that the men are
devoting full time to this effort instead of pulling artifacts from a cave,
we should have even more discoveries."

	"I assume that all the items are being photographed as they are
being catalogued?" I asked.

	"Twice," Mr. Asquith smiled.  "And I have two people reviewing the
photos for clarity and completeness.  We don't want to have any issues in
case a tablet gets broken or scrolls get misplaced or misfiled."

	"Do you need us today?" John asked.  "We're pretty jetlagged."

	"Go home and get some sleep.  But, Michael, I'll need to you fly
back to Italy tomorrow," he cautioned.  "I know you'd much rather be home,
but I need you there.  Besides, you don't want to recover from jetlag
twice, do you?" he smiled.

	Michael sighed and saw the wisdom in what Mr. Asquith said.  "Of
course, Sir," Michael replied with a tried smile.

	"And you might as well go with him, John," Mr. Asquith added.
"We'll need another three or four of your helpers from Saudi Arabia besides
you two to help complete this hoax.  Be sure you have it set up for the
corridor to be opaque, too.  And with that many men helping, it should go
really quickly.  I'd say you need about ten days to make it seem real to
anyone who happens to stumble upon what you're doing.  I've already
arranged for empty shipping containers to be on four large trucks.  They
have instructions to go to the airport and pull into a private hanger.
They're to wait there for an hour before they return to the `dig site'
where you'll be."

	John smiled.  "And when you talk to the graduate students who are
coming with us, be sure to mention that we'll have plastic amphorae for
them to take to the truck.  They'll have them resting on their shoulders on
the way to the truck.  When they return to the dig, they should just carry
them in their arms.  That way, it will truly look like they are pulling
amphorae from the dig.  They will still have to carry some books, which
will just mean that they walk back and forth without anything in their
hands.  We have wheelbarrows set aside to bring the `clay tablets' to the
truck, too.  Again, they will be empty.  They just have to remember to
labor on the way to the truck and scamper when they return to the dig."

	"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!" Mr. Asquith exulted.  "I knew
I'd chosen the right men for the Italian part of this caper."

	They turned to leave and John whispered to Michael, "And I chose
the right man, too."

	"And that man is going to fuck your brains out tonight," Michael
replied with a leering smile.  "We won't be separated for ten days, so
we'll have to fuck like the Italian men do when we're in Italy.  Lots of
good pasta before a dessert course of fucking."

	"Use me as many times as you need before our flight leaves
tomorrow," John replied.  "And if you think that I'm the only one who'll
get bred tonight just because you're the foreman on this gig, you're in
fantasy land."

	"I love the way you think," Michael smiled as they got into the
limousine to take them to their shared condo.  "And I expect you to deliver
the goods in sufficient quantities that I'll have enough `remembrance' to
last me until we get to Italy."

	"Likewise, I'm sure," John countered with a smile and a kiss.
"What time does our flight leave tomorrow?"

	Michael consulted the itinerary that Mr. Asquith had pressed into
his hand.  "It doesn't leave until 1:30 in the afternoon.  That leaves us
lots of time to make babies," he added lustily.

	From that afternoon until nearly noon the next day, Michael and
John connected many times in a most pleasurable manner.  They didn't get
much sleep, but neither of them cared.  They might be able to sleep on the
plane, but right now, they didn't care if they slept at the dig site.  They
just wanted some quality fucking time with each other.

	Their business class tickets gave them very comfortable seats that
completely reclined.  The cabin window shades were lowered as well as the
lights as they flew into the night.  Despite his sworn inability to sleep
on an airplane, Michael got at least six hours of uninterrupted snoozing.
He wasn't totally refreshed, but it did make up for the lack of sleep over
the last two days.  But, one of those days was spent in John's arms, so he
didn't begrudge that afternoon and night without sleep.  John slept a
little worse.  He was taller, so the flattened seat wasn't quite long
enough for him.

	They had to change planes in Amsterdam for the two plus hour flight
to Rome.  The layover was nearly two hours in Amsterdam, but they spent
several minutes of that in the men's room enjoying a sexual encounter.
John taunted him with his naked body, round, firm ass, and big, hard, black
dick.  Michael was about ready to nutt in his pants by the time John
allowed him to pull out his dick and fuck his husband.  When Michael's
climax allowed him to pull out, John turned him around and pounded a big,
creamy load up the Italian's ass.  When they got to their hotel, they'd
have to pound out more loads, Italian style.  Both of them looked forward
to that.  They pulled up their pants and walked to the gate for their
flight to Rome.  The smiles on their faces were puzzling to everyone around
them.

	The next morning, they met the six man crew at the dig site that
Mr. Asquith had sent over to help them.  Michael briefed them on what was
expected of them over the next ten days.  He reiterated the need to play
act the entire time.  They were to look exhausted at the end of each day.
They would only work during daylight hours; but considering it was nearly
winter, those days would be short.

	The first truck arrived with shipping containers inside.  Within
the containers were two wheelbarrows, several plastic amphorae, bales of
excelsior, and the necessary tall curtains to keep interlopers from spying
upon them.  The truck was able to back up to within 20 feet of the dig.
"If we do this right, we might be able to shave a couple of days off our
work," Michael said.  "We can load the truck must faster when it is so
close to where the artifacts were found.  Mr. Asquith has already requested
additional trucks to take the artifacts to the airport for transport home.
The drivers are courtesy of the Minister of Antiquities.  Just be sure that
the containers are securely sealed before you close the truck back door.
The man unloading them at the airport will recycle them on to another truck
after the delivery of artifacts.  He has promised that the `empty'
containers will never be on the same truck back to us, until later in the
week.  Any questions?" Michael inquired.  There were none.  "Okay, let's
get to it."

	By the time they "loaded" the first truck, two hours had passed.
The next truck was parked nearby and was ready to take the place of the
first one.  Each load thereafter took about two hours to load.  The men
were doing a very good acting job.  They ran back to the dig site, but
walked slowly back to the truck.  Anyone casually glancing at them would
not think anything of what they were doing.  As the days passed, they no
longer ran back to the dig as they were all `tired' of all the lifting and
carrying.

	But, by the eighth straight day of work, they had finished their
"extractions" and were ready to head home.  Michael didn't know how the
containers were being shipped out on planes, but knew that Mr. Asquith had
thought of everything and wouldn't leave something as obvious as that not
attended to.  The students left on different flights to go home.  Michael
finished up with the rental agency for the trucks and boarded his flight
for home with John.  This time, they went by way of Atlanta, but it was
business class all the way.  As they were flying during the day, they
didn't feel a need for sleep.

	When they headed for home, they stopped and bought dinners at the
local deli and took them home.  But, after dinner, they were ready for bed
by early evening.  It had been a very long day for them.  They had some
pretty wild sex before it was obvious that they were exhausted and needed a
good night of sleep.  Of course, they woke up at four in the morning,
because they were still on Italian time.  And Michael made sure that John
knew he was awake by mounting and breeding him as gently as he could.  They
made love for an hour before Michael got out of bed and let John sleep.

	Mr. Asquith had left them with a summary of what the sorting and
cataloguing teams had found so far.  It was fascinating reading.  They made
notes of what they wanted to talk to their boss about when went back to the
estate on Monday.  If any of the findings were earthshattering, they were
sure that Mr. Asquith would have called them, even on the weekend.  But,
they had only been gone ten days and the people working at the estate were
still unloading the shipping containers; and still sorting, photographing,
and cataloguing the artifacts.


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