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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