THE AWAKENING CHAPTER 3 With nothing better to do than bak..

THE AWAKENING CHAPTER 3 With nothing better to do than bake in the sun, the sergeant and four of his men pulled on their uniform pants, boots, and helmets, and followed the Professor into the temple. The front entrance of the pyramid had been cleared, revealing the doorway flanked by four 20 foot tall statues in limestone. Each statue was of a half human, half animal god, the body of a man and heads of an animal, a ram, a bull, a dog, and a lion. Upon entering the pyramid, the group walked through a dark, column lined corridor. Each column was wide and covered in ancient text. They finally entered into a large chamber. The marines were in awe as they looked up at the high ceiling. The ceilings were over 100 feet high, supported by four massive sculpted black granite and gold decorated columns in the form of kneeling warriors. Each warrior column was holding spears, and facing each other. They supported on their shoulders the weight of the stone ceiling and the entire pyramid above them. Hussein explained that the chamber, due to its sheer size, was most likely for the common people to assemble to worship their gods. Hussein led the Marines toward a small doorway at the far side of the massive chamber and into a series of tunnels. The tunnels were dark and filled with spider webs and rumble. They didn’t even realize that they were deep underground by the time they reached the next chamber. The archeologists had the room brightly lit as they cleaned the beautifully painted walls. This chamber was a lot smaller than the first chamber but much more elaborate. Everywhere in the room, the walls, columns, and ceiling were covered with gold and brightly colored murals and fiascos. The archeologists stopped their detailed work cleaning the murals and fiascos and stepped back as the American marines entered the room. Cooper came up to one of the murals scenes, which depicted an orgy. Nude figures were engaged in various sexual positions. No one laid eyes on them for thousands of years. The detail showed every bulging muscles, contracting, embracing, struggling. “Hey Sergeant, they are all men. They having sex with each other. Sir, they were faggots” Cooper turned and exclaimed in disbelief. “Cooper, shut up,” Corporal Mendez barked. The murals did depict an orgy in great detail. Younger, muscular, athletic men were being fucked in various manners by older men. Hussein suddenly realized that the sergeant didn’t tell his men what they were protecting. “This was a bisexual civilization. We learned a lot about everyday life from those murals,” the Professor drew the Marines’ attention to another wall mural depicting two men and two women. The four individuals were portrayed richly dressed in bright colorful clothes. The men were athletic and masculine while the women were strong and graceful. “The family unit was made of two men and two women. One alpha male and one female alpha. Once a year the alphas of the family engaged in intercourse with much ceremonial pomp. Their offspring were raised by the women until the male children were able to walk, then the fathers took care of their upbringing. Female children remained with their mothers.” He moved on to another mural, depicting warriors standing at attention and another of them fighting in the nude, “when the males reached a certain age he was taken from his family and trained to fight. Such a model was adopted by the Spartans and Thebians centuries later.” The warriors were chiseled and god-like as they did battle. The sergeant barely paid attention to the professor. Instead he was drawn to another mural depicting what appeared to be a muscular, dark skin Egyptian Pharaoh coming before a seated king or god. The Egyptian king was strong and noble looking. The seated figure appeared to be a younger man wearing a headdress of a horned bull's head adorned with jewels. The scene continued to another mural showing the proud pharaoh kneeling before the seated figure. The sergeant was intrigued by the scenes. Could these ancient people really have such influence and power that they made a proud Egyptian Pharaoh bow to them? The final scene showed the Pharaoh bent over an altar and being mounted by the god king’s impressive cock. The scenes were so graphic that the sergeant turned away in disgust. When Jackson turned, his eyes fell upon the life size statue at the head of the room. The seated statue appeared to be made of pure white marble but was so life-like. As the sergeant moved closer he could make out every detail of its muscular torso and youthful face. The statue’s face and body was that of a strong, athletic youth sitting on a solid gold throne. The veins of the marble were like the veins of a muscular toned man. It wore a crown of gold with two great horns, adorned with strings of pearls and diamonds, perturbing from the sides of the elaborate headdress. The sergeant realized that the statue was of the same god king that was depicted in the murals fucking the Egyptian Pharaoh. The fur of the headdress depicted in the mural had long deteriorated on the statue. Around the statue’s neck was a necklace of diamonds, with the largest diamond he ever saw hanging from the collar. It must be worth a fortune, sergeant Jackson thought to himself. More jewelry of gold, diamonds, rubies and other precious jewels adored the statue’s wrists and long delicate fingers. The sergeant's eyes lowered to the statue’s lap. The statue was sitting rigged and nude, with a thick, 12” cock of stone standing up from its lap. It was as white as the rest of the statue and the sergeant could make out every ridge and fold of the uncut cock and the smooth head as it peeked out of the sculpted foreskin. Jackson pulled his eyes away from the thick cock and back to the statue’s eyes. Although the eyes were lifeless, the sergeant felt it staring at him, as it was staring straight into his soul. The eyes were so cold causing a chill to run through his whole body. He suddenly heard a faint, distant whisper calling his name. “Darius.” “He is beautiful, isn’t he,” the Professor surprised the Sergeant, as he came up behind the bigger man. The always tough and composed marine literary jumped. “Oh, Uh, yes, I mean. Who is he,” the sergeant tried to regain his composure as he turned back to face the statue. His gruff voice cracking. “He is J’ong-Ra. The killer of the Bull of Bael, the conqueror of the god of Death. The living god,” the Professor looked over the sergeant’s broad shoulders. He could literally see the sergeant’s small fine hairs on the back of his standing on their ends. Sadik could smell the Sergeant’s masculine scent, as the heat of the muscular warrior radiating from his body. “The statue looked so life-like,” the sergeant whispered. It was more to himself that he spoke, instead to the professor. Finally he willed himself to turn away and ordered, in his gruff voice, for his men to get back to the camp. The sergeant’s face was flushed and the thick tube shaped bulge was noticeable in his camouflage pants. As the Americans headed back out, Professor Sadik continued to stare at the statue. “Soon, my lord. It won’t be long before you will awake.” Sergeant Darius Jackson went straight out of the pyramid and went directly to his tent. He didn’t say a word to his men as he passed them or returned their salutes. His face was flushed and his camouflage uniform pants couldn’t hide his hard throbbing cock. He never was so hard and turned on. The butch, hyper masculine alpha male was confused and embarrassed. How could a 5000 year old statue of some beautiful boy make him so horny. He kept telling himself he was straight, he was no faggot. Alone in his tent, the sergeant unzipped his camouflage pants and pulled out his fat, black cock. He wrapped his large fist around the cock and started to jerk off. When he closed his eyes, he saw the murals of the strong, powerful dark skin pharaoh being bent over and the boy god mounting him. Pushing his big, thick cock up the warrior pharaoh’s ass, fucking him like a woman. Jackson saw J’ong Ra’s staring at him. A faint whisper called his name. The sergeant pumped his cock faster. He haven’t jerk off in so long. His cock was painfully hard in his strong grip as he pumped his fist up and down his dark, thick meat. Concerned for his commanding officer, Corporal Mendez came up to Jackson’s tent but found the flap of the tent closed tight. “Sergeant,” Mendez called out with concern in his voice. “Go away,” Jackson’s gruff voice yelled from behind the tent flap. His voice sounded stressed and out of breath. “Are you ok, sergeant?” “Fine, go away,” Jackson was breathing hard. “Ok, Serge,” Mendez paused as he thought he heard grunting from inside the tent. “Dr. Sadik is saying his team is planning a party tonight to celebrate their recent finds and asked if the men can join them,” Mendez heard more grunting. “Fine, fine, let them go. Now leave me alone.” “Sure, sergeant,” Mendez knew better than to push the sergeant. The Corporal turned to walk away when he heard a deep lustful groan coming from inside the tent.