The Awakening Chapter 1 In northern Iraq, Professor Hussei..

The Awakening Chapter 1 In northern Iraq, Professor Hussein Sadik sat at the table in his tent inspecting his team’s latest find. He turned the 15 inches long, solid gold and jewel encrusted phallus in his hands. The Professor had painstakingly cleaned the 5,000 year old relic and was amazed by the detailed work of the well preserved artifact. He traced his fingers over the embedded rubies and emeralds along the phallus thick shaft. His researchers and him had theorized that the phallus was probably used in ceremonial symbolic sacrifices. Hussein found himself gently stroking the work of art in his hands. He prided himself for his large hands but still he wasn’t able to wrap his fist completely around the staff. It is so thick, he thought to himself. Hussein wiped the sweat from his forehead and undid another button on his tan shirt, exposing more of his hairy chest. He suddenly felt uncomfortable in his clothes. The middle eastern man was used to the heat having been born and raised in the harsh desert terrain but he suddenly sweated heavier than normal. His cock started to stir and strained against his khaki pants as he moved his hand up and down the artifact. Faster and harder. Professor Sadik was in his early 40s but still possessed an athletic body that served him well in the harsh terrain of northern Iraq. Most women and many men found him handsome and exotic with his dark middle eastern features. His thick dark chest hair had started to turn grey the last few years and his thick dark hair had become salt and pepper in color. However, he still had an Indiana Jones appearance to himself to match his reputation as a swashbuckling archeologist. Professor Hussein had worked all his adult life searching for and then working this site. His theories made him a laughing stock in the intellectual world. However, thanks to his financial backers, he was so close in proving his theories and accomplishing the greatest archeological find in history. All his work, the struggle against the skeptics, will bear fruits. He was so close. His team had already uncovered what appeared to be a vast city around the mysterious mountain, which had lay forgotten for centuries, even millennia. Professor's attention was broken away from the beautiful phallus by a loud commotion. The sounds of a large engine growing louder and closer, followed by shouts in English and Arabic coming through the thin fabric of the tent’s wall. He quickly grabbed his hat and pulled his unruly hair under it before stepping out into the hot desert. The powerful hot wind and sand instantly hit him in the face as he emerged from the tent to the chaotic scene. His archeologists and workers were running around, grabbing plastic tarps, trying to cover up the fragile dig sites as the dust and wind blew through the camp. The sand was almost blinding as it whipped against his face. Hussein grabbed his hat to stop it from blowing off as he looked up at the US military helicopter that was beginning to land. “Damn, fools,” Hussein cursed as he ran toward the copter, waving with his hands for the pilot to cut the engine. As the helicopter landed, US marines, dressed for combat, jumped from the helicopter, and quickly and professionally unloaded their supplies and equipment. The elite warriors were impressive in their desert camouflage uniforms and combat boots. They wasted no time unloading their weapons and gear from the helicopter. Lastly a muscular black man jumped out of the helicopter and walked toward Hussein. The military officer pulled out a pair of sunglasses from his shirt pocket and put them over his eyes. The African-American officer had an arrogant strad about him that made it obvious that he was in charge. The bright sun shrined off of the Marine’s dark shaved head as he walked toward Hussein. “Sergeant Jackson, you must be Professor Sadik,” the sergeant held out his hand. His handshake was strong and firm, almost bone crushing as Hussein took it in his hand. The 6’5 muscle bound marine was impressive as he towered over Hussein’s 5’11 frame. Hussein took in Jackson’s thick muscular arms as they stretched the rolled up short sleeves of his uniform, showing the sergeant’s dark, flawless skin stretched over large muscles and pumped saturated viens. The sergeant had noticed the smaller, middle eastern man checking out his muscular body and gave the Arabic professor a smirk of disgust. “What is so damn important about this place, that my superiors found it necessary to call my men away from more pressing concerns to protect it,” Jackson pulled out a cigar from his shirt pocket. The sergeant’s voice was deep and masculine. Sergeant Jackson had an air of arrogant superiority that Professor Sadik couldn’t help from found alluring and arousing. He watched Jackson put the cigar between his thick lips and light it with a match. The Marine’s huge arms flexed as they moved. His biceps were massive, almost bigger than Hussein’s head. Hussein turned toward the tall cone shaped mountain towering over the camp. It appeared out of place as it rose from the surrounding flat landscape. The rocks and earth of the top half of the imposing hill had recently been cleared to reveal what was obviously a massive man-made pyramid structure of black granite. Hundreds of workers were busy working on clearing and excavating thousands of years of dirt and rock from the structure. The workers looked like ants from where the two men were standing, busiely going about their work. “The hill there, is actually a pyramid that we believe predated the great pyramid of Giza by a thousand years, and possibly even bigger than the great pyramid. My team and I had undercover proof that this was a temple of the long eradicated Gomorrahian Empire.” “Wait,” Sergeant Jackson took his cigar from between his thick, full lips. “You mean as in Sodom and Gomorrah, from the Bible? But was that supposed to be around the Dead Sea?” Jackson put the cigar back in his mouth and puffed on it. The smoke blew into Hussein’s face. Hussein stepped aside and motioned for the Sergeant to come into his tent, out of the blistering heat. He couldn’t resist looking at the larger, muscular man’s ass in the close fitting camie pants, as Jackson walked in front of him. The powerful ass filled out the pants nicely revealing big, plump buttocks. “Yes, however my theory is that Sodom was just one city, a distant outpost, possibly the last outpost, of a much larger empire, that stretched at its height from the Indus River to the Mediterranean and down into Egypt itself,” Hussein continued as he held open the tent entrance as they entered the much cooler tent. Hussein couldn’t resist inhaling the large man’s masculine scent as Jackson passed him. Jackson looked around the large, unexpected lavish tent. The tent decor reminded Jackson of something out of the Arabian Nights. He smirked as he saw the dildo shape artifact on the Professor’s desk. Hussein, noticing the Sergeant looking at the gold phallus, turned his attention to a large detailed scale model of what the ruins had once looked like thousands of years ago. “Through satellite and aerial surveys, and our on the ground excavations we were able to make this model of what the city once looked like,” he watched the sergeant walking around the table examining the model. “Hanging gardens,” the sergeant pulled his cigar from between his thick lips and pointed to the artificial pants that adored the tiny model buildings roofs. “There is no proof that Babylon had hanging gardens and written accounts do point to there being much further north than Babylon,” the Professor couldn’t help noticing how packed the sergeant’s crotch was, as he discreetly stared glances at it. The sergeant continued around the table, puffing on his thick cigar, “and this is the pyramid?” Jackson stopped at the rendering of the mountain as a shining, black pyramid towering over the city. “Yes. You see, like the legends in the Bible, Gomorrah was a bisexual civilization. This civilization could predate the Sumarians, Babylonian, and Egyptian civilizations and had in fact influenced those later civilizations, especially Egypt’s, in everything from art, religion, architecture, and government. However, due to closed minded dogma, over the centuries Christianity and Islam tried to completely erase the very existence of this civilization. If certain groups such as ISIS, for example, discover what we have found here, they won’t stop at anything to stop us and destroy our work. Just look what ISIS fighters had done to the Palmyra ruins in Syria. Those historical treasures are lost forever. We already had some unexplained incidents and missing relics being reported around the digs.” Hussein was passionate about his beliefs and theories. “I’m not sure if I really buying into what you are saying about this being some sort of long lost homosexual civilization. However, it doesn’t matter. My men and I have orders to protect this site and your team. That's all I care about.” The sergeant then ended their conversation by turning and walking out of the tent back into the heat. The Professor followed, watching the sergeant walk toward his marines, admiring how the camouflage uniform did nothing to hide the sergeant’s wide muscular back and in fact proudly displayed the v-shape back as it tapered down to a narrow waist. The sergeant exhumed confidence and authority as he began to bark out orders to his fellow Marines. “Mendez, get Cooper and Smith working on the camp preparation. I want everything set up by 1800 hours. Make sure the shower latens are ready first, I definitely want a shower soon.” “Yes, serg! You heard him, get a moving,” Mendez, the Latino second in command shouted to the other marines. “Yes, you and your men would do perfectly,” the Professor smiled. He started to grow hard again in his khaki pants.