Excavating a Pyramid. 6
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to bldhrymn@aol.com
When I returned to the expedition all was well. Some men like it when the place becomes a mess without his own masterly leadership. I work with experienced men and women. I knew they were skilled and responsible, not chidren requiring their dad's instructions to do well.
Much to my surprise, I returned on my 40th birthday. I had forgotten the day. That night some of my friends delivered their birthday greetings in a liquid form in my ass or mouth. They were thoughtful. Dieter had suggested that forty men might fuck me. Cooler heads prevailed.
I came to realize that life in a tropical rain forest in never relaxing. The weather forecast suggested a tropical storm was on the way. I was thinking that it would be just more of the same, but Juan told me that was a serious under-estimate of the potential for damage. We were afraid the underground chambers of might pyramid might fill with water. We sand bagged and sealed the entrances. Some of the storage units were air lifted to safety.
The residential and office modules were designed for wind. Sparky's people were busy reinforcing them. They were the sort of people who could always make things better. Mud and his people returned to the man camp. Olivia went to Mexico City to be out of range of the storm.
Luckily, the main thrust of the storm was to the south of the excavation, and we experienced only high winds. We were able to get back in operation quickly. A few days later refugees began the arrive at the camp. Mud said he had some work that needed to be done on the other site. Olivia returned and thought that was a good idea since we had extra labor available. Olivia got what she wanted.
Able body men and women were hired and paid a week in advance. A village developed next to the second excavation, with food provided by Olivia. Traditionally, women were not allowed to work outside the home. this left them destitute. They could do laundry, and at $2.00 per shirt they were able to support themselves.
During a ground penetrating radar scan of the new site found an anomaly under the pyramid. Sparky's guys sent in the most advanced radar unit the next day. The anomaly was a cross shaped chamber with an eight by four stone object in the middle. It apparently another king's burial.
It was an immediate sensation. That was greatly enhanced by Olivia and Mud's interviews. The blond goddess flanked by the world's last hippy were sensational. They were low key and strictly factual, which enhance the appeal. It helped that the press discovered Mud was a nobleman's son.
This was a blessing for us at the main excavation. It took the media focus off of us and let us just work. Gilbert, Ru-dee, Bunny and Mark were hard at work.
It struck me that we had a simple and straightforward week of work with no drama, no attacks and no nerve wracking ultra-delicate work such as removing a thousand-year-old feather cape. It seemed relaxing. The peace lasted for another week. Then Tommy Jones visited us. He had a syndicated television program of archaeology, ghost finding, and treasure hunting. The ratio between fact and fantasy was tilted toward fantasy.
He arrived with his crew, uninvited and unannounced. Tommy just appeared. He had a lot of money and unlimited self-assurance. He possessed pure ego unadulterated by education, or intelligence. Tommy's plan was to find a mythical City of Gold.
There was no evidence that the Indians who had inhabited our city had any interest in gold. They valued jade, obsidian, and feathers. Jade was used as armor and for sculptures, obsidian was used for knives and weapons. We didn't know if feathers were used for warmth, or they were just beautiful. We hadn't found any gold.
Tommy claimed that all the gold had been stolen by an as yet undiscovered king and was stored in an as yet undiscovered city. He had a television crew with him and a bunch of cowboys. His personal assistants were women who were clearly selected by breast size. Tommy all but ignored us and totally ignored the local population.
They set up camp four miles from our excavation. It was on the bank of a little steam that photographed well. The villagers found that amusing. A little stream is one thing in New England but is a different thing in a tropical rain forest. The villagers thought an inch or two of rain was a sprinkle. Rain was four to five inches of water.
Tommy sent his right-hand men, Rocky, to see us. Rocky was tall, tattooed and dressed like a looter or a smuggler. That may have photographed well, but it was a bad fashion choice. Unexpectedly, Rocky was not a complete idiot. He knew nothing about archaeology, but when he saw our camp with Sparky's high-tech equipment, he knew we were playing in the major leagues.
I introduce him to Gilbert and Ru-dee. They were speaking a foreign language as far as Rocky was concerned. Rocky asked them about possible gold deposits. Gilbert told him there were no known gold deposits in the area. We had found two or three gold items. Each was smaller than a quarter. Laboratory analysis indicated the gold was from the Andes Mountains, and was possibly trade goods.
Mud dropped in, and Rocky looked relieved. Mud did not look academic at all. Mud told him they had paced their camp in the perfect location for flash flooding. Mud explained things to Rocky as if Rocky was a child. Rocky was to be Tommy's liaison with us.
Tommy was recording "Field Updates" on his expedition for television. This featured his natural ways to investigate. That involved dowsing rods. He had found a man who specialized in discovering many things with his witch-hazel rod. Rocky went back to Tommy and reported the information on the problem with potential flooding.
Tommy told him that meant he was getting close to the City of Gold. We were trying to scare him away. I am not the most religious man in the world, but I think that God's gift of salvation does not include persons competing for the Darwin Awards. The Indians believed in fate, but not in tempting fate. I realized that tempting fate and the Darwin Awards were often the same thing.
The major work at our site was now recording the finds. We began to work on long term preservation efforts. We were joined by two groups of architects. One group was headed by Roderic Dumont. He was an exhibition-museum specialist. He had two technical assistants, Dudley, and Juan. They were to work on preserving and displaying the finds.
Maxwell Tollbridge led the second group of hotel and resort architects. We walked around the site with Mud and Olivia. I think Olivia was there to remind them of who had the money. Mud was there to scare them.
I was pleasantly surprised at both men. Maxwell told us he thought the hotel-resort should be remotely located to preserve the environment of the excavation and the villages. He thought a shuttle would take visitors to the site. One of his associates, Alice, suggested that there be an education center at the hotel that would provide in depth information on the excavation and learning opportunities for more serious visitors. That would greatly reduce wear and tear on the site.
Roderic agreed with that and was most interested in reducing damage to the site. Roderic was a bit of a dandy, almost prissy. He listened to Mud's comments and seemed to be interested in them. I can be a harsh realist sometimes, and I wondered if Roderic and Mud shared other interests.
Both Roderic and Maxwell thought the heat and humidity of the site was extreme. They thought that exposure to it might best be limited for most guests. Some exposure would be good, but too much would be hard on persons used to temperate climates.
The next day Maxwell and his team went off with villagers to scout out for possible sites. Roderic went to talk to the villagers about possible development. He was thinking about locating several small study pavilions located at the villages, that would disperse activities, and perhaps provide markets for the villagers' traditional arts and crafts.
The two architects were on site for two days and then went back to their offices to work on the project. A week later they returned without their staff. They said the wanted to spend some quiet time on the site. Mud and Gilbert appeared to guide them. Apparently, they had hit it off on the previous visit. My staff had the weekend off. It was the National Holliday and Maria had invited them to the capital. I stayed at the site with Dieter and his guards. It was quiet and peaceful. I could use the rest.
Roderic and Maxwell were planning to stay in tents, but Mud told them they could stay in the air-conditioned staff quarters. "When in the jungle, always take the easy way. There will be major problems popping up anyway. Save your energy for when you unexpectedly need it," he explained.
Gilbert confirmed that. "It's nice to play Boy Scouts on a camping trip. You don't want to be tired when heavily armed guerillas are after you," he explained. "We expect the unexpected."
They stayed in our housing unit. We had a simple dinner of local food that was a hit with the architects. Mud and Gilbert got along with the locals and could guide the architects in directions that might be acceptable to them. Mud invited our field men, Jesus, and Juan to meet them. Maxwell spoke Spanish. It seemed to me that Jesus noticed that Roderic and Mud got along well.
Roderic started drawing things. He drew beautifully and that impressed them and me. Roderic would draw something, Jesus would tell him there was flooding and Roderic would move the building to a better place. I think Jesus regarded his drawing skills as almost magic. He was surprised Roderic was so friendly.
The staff quarters were air conditioned and dehumidified, but not to American standards. The shock of going from 72 degrees to 90 degrees was a problem. The quarters temperatures were set at the upper seventies, so that going into the jungle temperatures was not as much of a shock. Everyone was tired and we went to bed after a shower.
Mud and Roderic had exchanged the secret handshake and Mud found out Maxwell liked a trip on the wild side when he was thousands of miles away from home. I was showering when Maxwell came in with Mud and Roderic. Mud was at half staff and Roderic could not take his eyes of him.
"Roddy found a friend," Maxwell remarked to me.
I smiled and said, "You may have noted that things are free and easy in the jungle."
"How free is free?" Maxwell asked.
"I am afraid I might shock you if I explained the limits," I said. "To be direct, I'm not sure there are any limits."
"I'm an uptight kind of guy," he replied. "I've never played on the wild side, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't mind exploring it." He came closer to me and fondled my balls. "I've never done much. A man gave me a blow job was good, but the guy spit out my cum. A guy fingered my ass once."
"I'm not new to the scene," I said. "I'm experienced." I knew he was uneasy, but my cock was working its magic. I suspect that all cocks work some sort of magic on a horny man. His cock was not uneasy at all.
Maxwell was in good shape, but not a gym rat. He was hairy but had been shaved. I later found out his wife didn't like body hair. Maxwell liked hairy men of the Burt Reynolds, Sean Connery type. Both Mud and I tended toward the missing link level of body hair.
Roderic was moaning as Mud's cock vanished into his ass. He was muttering something, that I thought was "Thank you Jesus."
"Is it that good?" Maxwell asked.
"If you are lucky," I replied. A few minutes later I realized Maxwell wasn't quite as virginal and inexperienced as he said he was. Later he admitted that my cock was in a different weight class than he was used too. His ass was tight, but once I popped past his sphincter, all was well.
Mud provided new experiences for Roderic. Roderic had been into pretty boys. He thought Mud was rough trade, but he was also a minor English aristocrat. Roderic was also a social climber. Mud had a dual function cock. Mud had a careful, gentle fucking technique that turned into crazed pounding just before the orgasm. Roderic was so desperate to take Mud's soothing cum, he didn't mind. They went off to Mud's room to regroup.
Dieter and Jesus came into the shower. Dieter made Charles Atlas look underdeveloped. Maxwell saw him and it was love at first sight. Jesus came to me, and Maxwell went to Dieter. Jesus and I were good friends and playmates. Jesus and I had comfortable sex. It was always mutually pleasurable. Jesus shot huge loads that I found particularly attractive. The locals regarded sperm as a gift. It was magic when resulting in pregnancy. With men it established a bond. I did notice it seems to provide as recreational outlet too.
Dieter looked like an aggressive and dominant man. That was his work personality. He was more laid-back during sex. Maxwell was more than willing to open his ass for Dieter's enjoyment. They had a good time. They were still going at it when I went to bed.
At six, Mud woke me up. There was a series of thunderstorms on the way. The excavation was in good shape. Since most of the staff was away for the weekend, they had protected our work. We also had pumps in case of flooding. While our electricity was mostly solar, we had massive batteries and the wind turbines were at work.
The first storm arrived at eight in the morning and dumped two inches of rain. The next four storms did the same. Our protective preparations worked well with only minor problems.
Around ten we received a distress call from Tommy Jones' camp. It was under water and several members of the expedition were missing. The storms abated to less violent level and I sent messages to the Villages to keep a lookout. At noon, the storms had moved on, and we went looking for members of Jones' expedition.
Maxwell and Roderic were fascinated. They now had firsthand experience with the site's environmental challenges. You could almost see their minds working on the problem. When we got to the Jones' expedition camp site there was nothing. From the mud marks on the trees, four to five feet of water had scoured the site bare.
We had a loudspeaker asked people to call out for help. We found two of Jones' female assistants in a tree with a camera man. They were surrounded by water, but it was only a foot deep, so we got to them quickly.
A half hour later we found Rocky with another assistant. He was a strong man and he had held on to the woman for hours. The water had risen so they were half submerged. When the water receded, he essentially passed out. We found ten more people, two were dead, eight alive. We could not find Tommy Jones.
By the afternoon, our entire staff was back and hunting for survivors. The local villagers were looking too. The villages had only minor damage since this sort of storm occurred periodically. They were out of the flood path. The last storm had been 20 years earlier. Everything grows quickly in the jungle. An area could be scoured completely of vegetation and appear fully mature a few years later.
We had a serious outbreak of reporters and television crews. Roderic and Maxwell took care of them. They were internationally known architects and described their work locating new structures away from the flood paths. They were articulate and impressive. They were subtle. You knew that Tommy had been unwise, and his famous reliance on myth and mysticism was no match for a tropical rainstorm. They never said that, but you knew that was the case. The dowser died too.
There was another oddity about Tommy's death. He apparently didn't believe in banks. All of his wealth was somewhere, but wherever it was it was not accessible to his people. They were stranded. The embassy tired to help, but some had problem backgrounds. They just vanished. Bronco stayed with us. He had two wives, one in Tulsa and the other in San Antonio. We should have sent him back, but the near-death experience caused mental problems.
The woman he saved confirmed that he had gone to great lengths to save her at great danger to himself. One of them thought that Bronco had been so used to spinning bullshit that he cracked up when he was actually brave.
Bronco didn't seem to know his name. Ru-dee took care of him. Somehow Bronco felt safe with the strange man.
The Staff had the excavation cleaned of debris and found there was minimal damage, so we were in operation again in days.
I went to the other site to see how they were doing. As I expected Mud and Olivia had things working well. When you saw Olivia for the first time, the phrase Blond Goddess jumped to mind. She was stunning, but also intelligent and thoughtful. She was close to President Maria, who was widely believed to have saintly tendencies.
The locals believed Mud was touched, and thus beloved of the gods. He was commanding but hard working and considerate. I realized that the locals did not associate persons in power with kindness and generosity. Sadomasochism seemed to have been the traditionally dominant characteristic of leadership. The villagers were puzzled, but extremely protective of both Olivia and Mud.
The second excavation site was dedicated to the queens and mothers of the kings. While many cultures viewed women as utilitarian producers of heirs, this culture saw them as essential parts of the society. The queens were separated from the kings to protect them from unwelcome pregnancies. The death rate due to pregnancies was high. Women were protected and honored. That may explain the interest in men having sex with men. Raping a woman of girl was a great sin.
Mud honored local men by his sexual attention. Any orgasm with another man, meant that a woman of girl would avoid pregnancy, protecting her from death. Mud told me he did not understand the process of finding a man for marriage. It was complicated but considered the desires of the bride.
Sex between men was unlimited. This suited Mud and most of the local men.