Excavating a Pyramid. 3
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@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
Our computer access was still working, and we learned the copter had been damaged. They wouldn't be able to get us for two or three days. We told to head north toward Mexico. The rebels were on the way. Santiago went off with most of his men, but he left Juan and four men to guide and protect us. Jesus was to protect the site as much as possible. We gave most of our medical stuff and food to Jesus to help the villagers. The academic people had been evacuated.
I was with Juan and his men and Sparky's people. Cosby, Mad-Dog, and Duncan were left with Juan as our guide. There was one bit of good news. The rebels were city people. They didn't know the jungle. Juan's men, Julio, Xavier, Phillipe, and little Juan were native to the area and were a hardy group. Cosby and Mad-Dog were living a jungle adventure fantasy. Duncan was not hardy, but he was compulsive and driven. He would do whatever he could.
Juan and his men knew the jungle and every path and hiding place. They also knew many of the locals. The flow of money into the excavation effected the entire area. We bought food and produce from them and hired men and[BW1] women to help. We had treated them as workers, paid them well and provided medical services. Officially the clinic handled only employees and their family. Our definition of family was broad, and no questions were asked. We had employees, not slaves and serfs.
It was 200 miles to Mexico. Most of was either jungle or desert. There was no official word that any of the expedition members were missing. I had no idea what was going on, but I knew that Alistair was not prone to be a passive observer.
On the first day we made it ten miles through the jungle. We had hoped to use some of the rivers, but there were rebel gunboats on the river.
Jungle drums were standard features in every movie made of jungles before 1970. Given that much of the area we passed through was not electrified, information moved quickly. The rebels were not locals or native to the country. They also had a special skill at offending the locals they met. They were city people who had no sympathy for local dignitaries. There were not polite.
I knew Juan's sexual tastes, and I soon realized the men shared the same tastes. The first night I shared a tent with Xavier. He was an old man with skin that looked like leather he had spent so much time in the sun. Juan always consulted him about major decisions and Xavier knew every inch of the jungle like the back of his hand. He also knew all the legends and traditions of the tribes.
We were in a two-man tent made of some miracle material that let air in but kept creepy crawlies out. we slept naked, and had our sweaty clothes drying on a tree. I fell asleep right away and woke up at four in the morning with Xavier's cock in my ass as he whispered some chants. Eventually he shot off three times in my ass with massive ejaculations.
I didn't know if the orgasms were for the Father, Son and Holy Ghost, or for a more ancient gods, but it was good for me. He considered my acceptance of his sperm as a good omen.
I later found out that Cosby, Mad-Dog, and Duncan had similar experiences with Juan's men. They took only a single load. Cosby and Mad-Dog were into cults and ancient mysteries, so this was just living the dream for them.
Young Juan took care of Duncan. Young Juan was twenty or so. This was his first time breeding an adult. Duncan was a difficult man, but he seemed to recognize this was an important ritual. He thought it was the equivalent of the blood brother rituals so popular in movies.
We left early and made about five miles before we had a break at a small village. We caused a stir, but I noticed that attention focused on Xavier. We were his guests. I think he told them to be careful with Duncan. His feet were blistering, and they had some herbs for that.
The village elders had deep conversations with Xavier. I talked with Juan. He explained Xavier had made me a part of his people. The other men were provisional members. To betray us would be an almost unthinkable sin.
Juan told me there were armed men trying to find us, but they were outsiders. They were not polite and respectful. One man had attacked a girl. That was unthinkable.
"How close are they?" I asked.
They are getting close but remember in the jungle some you can be six feet away and be completely invisible," he explained. We walked another five miles that afternoon. It was hot and over rough country. We camped near another village. The villagers welcomed Xavier with reverence. They were a small village, and a visit of such an important figure was exceptional.
The fed us with what they could. Duncan, Cosby, and Mad-Dog realized this was a feast by local standards and were effusively complimentary. They were more sensitive than I had thought.
After dinner Duncan came and told me that he didn't think he would make it, and he was slowing us down too much. I told him we were all going to get out. He told me that was nonsense. If we were captured or killed, he could never forgive himself. He thought it would be more likely to be held for ransom. Juan and Xavier joined us.
Xavier was a realist. He said he would find a safe place for Duncan. We should go on to safety. I knew he was right. Duncan employed his usual orneriness and we agreed. The next morning, we left Duncan in the villager's care and moved on. Before we left Duncan gave me a hard drive containing his life's work. We moved on without Duncan and Young Juan. Young Juan was to protect Duncan if necessary.
Young Juan was replaced with the chief Elder of the village's son, Julio. That was a high honor. We made good time, since Julio knew the jungle like the back of his hand. We made 20 miles. I had a connection to Alistair's operation. He had a separate communication network for emergency use only. It was hard to access, but it had a virus that would damage the system trying to access it.
I later found out that Alistair's people could find the people who were trying to find us. Apparently, they could find the location of the units searching for us and cripple them. Alistair's virus was transmissible, and finding damaged communications was most amusing. A day after the first effort to trace our communications, the rebels had lost 90% of their system. Oddly, Cuban, Russian and North Korean systems were disrupted.
Our little group made 15 miles after Duncan left. Juan's friends located a clearing ten miles away that was suitable for a copter landing. We had one more day of walking. We had no idea what was happening in Cristóbal. We only got essential information.
We had food from the last village for the night. Julio knew the area well and provided additional food. He shared a tent with me. Xavier and Juan shared a tent for plotting and scheming. They had been barely surviving at a subsistence level for years. We brought relative prosperity and were appropriately polite and respectful.
While some of anthropologist were interested in subsistence economy's, they are more interesting to study than to live in. Being permanently a month or two from starvation wears on you. Xavier and Juan wanted us back, and they knew the rebels had no interest in archaeology or in protecting local cultures.
Julio was a young, good looking young guy, he knew a little English. Being asked to protect me at the direction of Xavier was a great honor. He was marked for advancement. He has also learned of my sexual interest and generosity from the other men. It was a hot night, so we were naked in the dark tent.
Julio leaned over and sucked my cock. I knew that he was an experienced cock sucker. I could tell he was into it. I relocated and sucked his cock. We sixty-nined. This pleased him, since I was an important older man sucking him. I'm not sure this is a scientific fact, but I suspected his rich precum indicated his balls were fully loaded.
That random thought meant that I lost concentration, and I had a massive orgasm. Julio loved it. There seemed to be understanding that taking a man's load, meant you shared his virtues. I don't think that is true, but this was not the time to discuss it.
I was drained, but Julio was fully loaded. I suggested that since I was drained, he might like to use my ass as sperm storage. Julio thought that was a good idea. Julio was a happy man; so was I.
We had another long day, but we got twenty miles closer to our rendezvous spot. I felt bad about leaving Duncan behind, but our speed a had picked up noticeably. We had a fairly high camp site in a less densely forested area. I scouted out the area with Julio. Julio didn't know what an archaeologist was or did. Xavier told him I was interested in the ancients.
Julio knew the area well, since had had to forage for food during scarce periods. He showed me something he thought was made by the ancients. We went 200 feet into the woods and showed and odd bush. He always had a machete with him. He whacked at the vegetation and exposed an elaborately carved, stone stele.
My good luck was a joke back home. Everything I touched turned into gold. At the Scottish excavation we found gold jewelry. In England it was gold coins. Here we were, trying to escape well-armed guerillas in a dense jungle and we found a second major site.
Of course, I couldn't see the extent of the city, but steles are not randomly scattered across the landscape. They are only associated with major sites, usually near a temple. We found a new pyramid an hour later. A month later, the press releases listed Julio as the man who discovered the city. He was a part of my expedition. The entire situation reeked of Indiana Jones.
We only used our communication devices when absolutely necessary, so we had no updates on the attempted coup. Suddenly we got an out brake of information. The coup had failed, and the plotters were fleeing the country.
El Toro had been shot but was now recovering in a hospital. Maria took control of the armed forces and launched a successful counter-attack. The troops sent to capture us seemed to have vanished. I wondered what Santiago had been up to. Apparently, the general population had been so relieved by the return of peace, they took the matter into their own hands. They did not want another civil war.
A copter picked up Cosby, Mad-Dog, and me. Xavier and Julio went off to find Duncan. I gave Julio my communication device to let me know when the found him. We were in Mexico City hours later. Olivia and Skippy were there to welcome us. Skippy wanted to send men into find Duncan. Mad-Dog told him that Xavier and Junio were wise in the ways of the jungle. He was safe with them.
Olivia was with the Hon. Dudley Comstock. He was Mud's older brother. He was handsome and affable. Dudley said his family was lesser nobility, and Mud had been the first person in the family to have a worthwhile job in generations. "Needless to say, he is the blackest of black sheep," he added.
I almost had whiplash going from being a fugitive in the jungle to living in a suite in a luxury hotel. I shared the suite with Cosby and Mad-Dog. Cosby had discovered from Julio and Xavier that the human sacrifices of the earlier cultures had been replaced with sperm offerings. Life was hard and short in the jungle; human sacrifices reduced the male population in ancient times.
The jungle tribes thought that sperm was miniature seed people. They grew into men and women in a woman's womb. They realized there was an almost unending supply of sperm, so they sacrificed sperm instead of men. Even when they converted to Christianity, a little sperm sacrifice covered all the bases. It satisfied the old gods and didn't seem to bother the new one.
Cosby, Mad-Dog, and I made some sacrifices to the old god for our safe deliverance. We were all quite generous in our offerings and we were all surprised at how enjoyable it as.
The next morning, we got a message from Julio. They were safe and well. Duncan had just needed rest. He asked for a time to meet the copter, preferably the next morning. Noon was the agreed time.
At breakfast with Alistair, Sparky and his entourage, I told them about the discovery of the second pyramid and the stele. That caused a stir. I recounted our escape through the jungle, and our good treatment of the villagers. I met Mrs. Sparky who was what my Grandmother would have called a pistol. She had just married off her last daughter. She had been a nurse was looking for a new project. Cristóbal was beckoning her. It needed help and she wanted to help.
It was strange to be working with two stunningly wealthy men. They were spending heavily on the excavation. That represented only a few days income for them. Their businesses were growing, and they were at the forefront of new developments. They were attracted to projects that needed to be done but were not fundable. The project in Cristóbal might take a decade to bear fruit. They didn't care. It interested them and provided a break for the everyday problems of their businesses.
I returned with Mad-Dog, Cosby to the excavation the next day. I had left Jesus in charge. He had camouflaged the pyramid as well as the trail to the site. There was one burned gunboat floating in the river. Jesus said it had caught on fire. He offered no more detailed explanation. Here and there, I saw a few gun shells, but otherwise all was well. Jesus said that Santiago had been helpful.
Mad-Dog suggested I bring the payroll for the last week. Olivia thought that some hazardous duty pay was well deserved. That was most welcome, although whatever had happened seem to have left the men and most of the women exhilarated.
I talked with Maria who was serving as an acting president while El Toro recovered. She seemed to have established a close relationship with Alistair and Mrs. Sparky. She asked if we needed military help. I told her it didn't seem to be necessary; the rebel troops seemed to have vanished. "Good choice," Maria remarked. I told her we were planning to restart the excavation and about the knew discovery. She was pleased.
Our quarters were in good condition and all the equipment we had not taken with us were safe. There were some blood stains here and there, but our prefab units were washable. I called Duncan. He was in good spirits and almost pleasant. His offer to stay back so the rest of us could escape was recognized as a heroic act. I had saved the hard drive of his work, and he greatly appreciated that. I realized that to Duncan, his life's work was more important that his life.
The professional archaeologists returned with their excavators. It was clear that the local diggers were skilled and had learned the techniques of excavation well, so we hired more locals. These included some well-educated men and women. The educational system was being rebuilt after the disaster of the civil war. Many educators were unemployed. The prestige of the excavations made manual labor acceptable to them.
As the main excavation revived, I went with a small group to check out the site we found as we escaped.
I went with Julio and Guy, Duncan's replacement. Guy was a noted French photographer who specialized in scientific, nature and history projects. Guy was a pleasant, exuberant man, with the opposite of Duncan's personality. He immediately got along with Julio and his men.
I would never have found the site again without Julio. I discovered all the jungle looked the same to me. Julio knew the way. The stele was more impressive than I remembered. It had a large-scale image on one side. Julio cut away the vegetation on the other side and exposed the hieroglyphs. Guy took photographs. Two hours later he went back a photographed them again. The sun had moved, and the shadows made it much easier to see the detail of the hieroglyphs.
Guy uploaded the photos to the web they were distributed to the Mayan language translation sites. There were only a few of these sites. They were quite competitive, so I assumed there was a race to be the first to decipher the inscriptions.
I wondered if the site would be like the main excavation, and with a little probing we found two more steles, one of which was damaged. This repeated the damage in the other site. This suggested there was a general collapse of the society, not just a problem in a single city. We found two low mounds, similar to the priests' housing at the other site. We went back the next morning. Sparky's people were ready to insert the probe.
When I got back to the main site it was a mad house. Apparently during the brief rebel visit, someone had dropped a grenade. It exploded a half hour before I got back and blew out one of the doors to the cruciform interior chamber. All our plans to maintain humidity and temperature vanished.
The only bit of good news was that there were no injuries, and our planned drone entrance was on the other side of the pyramid and was undamaged. That saved Alistair and Sparky a few million dollars in equipment. Jesus, Olivia, and Juan had quicky secured the open entrance and Olivia had the engineering people working on emergency temperature and humidity controls and a temporary door. The villagers built the door overnight so it could be installed the next morning.
Olivia spoke English, Spanish and Engineering and was a calm, unflappable leader. One of the men, Tomaso, found a second grenade. He picked it up and carried it into the jungle. He was a schoolteacher whose school was destroyed and was working as a digger. It was a stunningly dangerous thing to do, but solve the problem in minutes, rather than hours.
The only damage from the first grenade was to the carved stone seal. Guy took pictures before the diggers moved the fragments to a place where they could lay it out. Guy sent his images to the BBC.
We had a chance to send in the drone to survey the damage in the chamber. The walls were continuously covered in hieroglyphs. Our linguists said each wing of the chamber had the equivalent of a complete codex. There was a sealed tomb in the crossing also covered in glyphs.
Sparky's drone cameras had greatly increased their pixel density. The pictures were clear enough to be sent to the translators. There were four ceramic vessels, one on each side of the tomb. One was damaged by the explosion. By the next morning, the situation was under control.
The attempted coup, the escape through the jungle and disappearance of the armed guerillas was an interruption to our work. When reported on television, it was real life Indiana Jones stuff. The government had closed the borders, so no reporters could get in. this meant we didn't have the bother of reporters. It also gave the jungle a chance to work its magic on the remains of the mercenary soldiers who had supported the coup leader. Santiago said jungle animals were open minded about what was edible.