The Awakening
Chapter 2
As the weeks and months went by th..
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The Awakening
Chapter 2
As the weeks and months went by the Marines grew bored. Every morning, Sergeant Jackson stepped out of his tent, in only his military issued green boxers, and stretched his chisel, ebony body. He would find his men working out. Their shirtless bodies would be sweating and glistening in the sun. Their laughter was loud as they edge each other on. The sergeant prided himself in keeping his unit fit and boasted that it was the fittest unit in the Corp. Their fitness led the unit to be chosen for many difficult assignments. Therefore it surprised him when they were posted out in the middle of nowhere protecting a group of worthless archeologists.
The two loudest marines while working out were privates Smith and Cooper. Their smooth bodies were also the most muscular of the group of Marines. Private Hunter Cooper was the youngest. He was a mid-west, corn fed country boy with red hair cut in the marine high and tight style. Freckles dotted across his pug noise and still baby cheeks. His face was the only thing that was babyish about the marine. His pecs were big and smooth. However, his legs were his best assets. Years of wrestling and bodybuilding left them huge and shredded. He was proud of them and loved showing them off in just his boxers or silkies. Private Sean Smith was a blonde typical Southern Californian. He was cocky, and loved showing off his body. His pecs were huge and round, sitting on top of a chisel six pack. While Cooper's body was tattooed free, Smith’s massive arms were tattooed and the marine emblem was tattooed to this left pec. Most people consider the two marines as friends, but Jackson considers them more as rivals, then friends. They were always butting heads, blatting back and forth, as two youngish alpha bulls does while fighting for dominance.
While his men were working out, Jackson’s second in command, Corporal Mendez, would be stretched out on a bunk or on top of the humvee, reading. The Latino corporal was the oldest of the unit at 38, and was referred to as the old man. He was a proud dad of three girls. Although he was also the brains of the group, a navy academy graduate, his body was as ripped and muscular as any of his men. He was lean and tight, with black high and tight hair, and smooth olive skin.
As the days progressed, the bored marines would work on their tan in the bright sun or try to keep cool in their tents. On the other hand the archeologists and the local workers were digging and excavating the ancient temple and surrounding areas. When they came out of the ruins covered in dirt and sweat they saw the American marines laying about or throwing footballs amongst themselves while shirtless and some even in just their revealing silkies and underwear. It caused the archeologist and workers to be resentful, although some of the archeologists lust after the very men deployed to protect them. They couldn’t help but admire the American warriors’ sweatily tight muscular bodies. One graduate student from Texas, called Daniel, was always staring in lust at Cooper, a fact quickly discovered by Smith. Daniel was blonde and inshape, with a body that looked like it should be playing football instead of digging for old bones in the desert. At first the marines were accepting of Daniel but when he was seen heading toward Sadik’s tent each night and the deep moans of sex coming from there, the marines began to suspect him to be gay. The archeological student then began to be more bold in flirting with the native and homophobic Cooper. As a result Smith and the other marines gave the always horny Cooper a hard time about it.
“Come on Coop, the fag want you. A mouth is a mouth,” Smith teased Cooper.
“Isn’t that right Corporal,” Smith laughed.
Mendez wouldn’t look up from his book and replied, “a hole is a hole. As long as it's not your hole getting plugged, it's all good.”
Although the official policy of the US military is one of inclusion. Reality very rarely follows policy, especially when younger men with excess testosterone were thrown together. Long held prejudices are hard to break. As a result, the joking only increases the tension between the arrogant marines sent to protect the archeologists and the archeologists themselves. The archeologists became targets of insults and Sergeant Jackson did nothing to discourage his men. In fact he hated being there as much as his men did and he hated the archeologists, especially Professor Sadik, even more.
Slowly more and more of the area was excavated and remains of a large city were unearthed around the pyramid. What appeared to be broad avenues heading toward the pyramid were found, along with remains of colonnades, and column lined temples. A great fallen obelisk was discovered with writing that the Professor had described as early Sumerian. It told of a god named J’ong-Ra who had conquered all including the god of death. The work on the pyramid progresses as well, both on its steep exterior and interior. Although the discoveries inside the structure were kept a guarded secret from the marines.
With each new find Hussein felt more and more like Howard Carter as he was on the verge of the greatest historical find in history. Each night after a hard day in the pyramid, the older man retired to his tent and enjoyed the tight muscular ass of his graduate student. Daniel was a straight football player at the University of Texas, with no interest in archeology and zero interest in men, when the handsome quarterback took the Professor’s class thinking it was an easy A. That was all before Hussein got his hands on the beautiful blonde jock. Daniel now spent each night in the desert bent over the Professor’s desk as Sadik shoved the gold phallus in and out of the younger man’s plump, smooth ass. The younger man moaned loud as the phallus stretched him open and the jewels encrusted on the ceremonial cock rubbed his prostate. The Professor then pulled out the ancient dildo and replaced it with his own cock. He grabbed Daniel by the shoulders and roughly plowed in and out of his ass, while thinking about the marines and their arrogant commanding officer. Daniel’s eyes rolled back into his head and moaned larger as the archeologist pounded against his fat jock ass. Hussein was taking his frustrations and anger toward the arrogant American marines out on the blonde boy.
A month after the Marines arrived, Sergeant Jackson was sitting in front of his tent shaving, while his men played a game of shirt versus skin football in the hot afternoon sun. He looked into the hand held mirror as he carefully shaved his strong masculine jawline and neck. Jackson put down the razor and mirror when he saw Corporal Mendez and Lance Corporal Jones approaching him. The seriousness on both men’s faces told the Sergeant that they weren't bearing good news.
“We have a problem,” Mendez crossed his arm across his tone, well-developed chest. The midday sun soaking the tight green t-shirt with sweat as it clinged to his shredded torso.
Jackson pluffed his cigar as he turned toward the helicopter pilot/ unit mechanic Lance Corporal Jones. The Boston bred pilot had his flight jumpsuit pulled down to his narrow waist. His chisel chest and abs were coated with a thin layer of chestnut colored hair.
With a thick Boston accent, Jones spoke, “someone put sand in the humvee’s gas tank. It is completely useless.”
“God damnit,” Jackson cursed. “Is it salvagable?”
“Not anytime soon, it's going to take awhile to completely replace and clean out,” Jones replied.
“Look like the archeologists’ saboteur is back at it,” the sergeant pluffed at his cigar.
“Am I interrupting,” professor Sadik walked upon the group. He was concerned about the seriousness of the marine's conversation.
“Looks like your saboteur is up to his tricks again. He had put sand into the humvee gas tank,” Jackson replied without looking at the middle eastern Professor.
“Any clues who the saboteur is,” Hussein asked.
“We have hundreds of workers here and any one of them could be the culprit,” Jackson barked back.
“Well, I came over to see if you and your men would like a tour of the pyramid interior. We have made it safe and persevered with anything that could be damaged by outside contamination.” Hussein changed the subject.
At first sergeant Jackson acted as if he didn’t hear the smaller man. He just sat there staring at his men playing football in the sand. “Fine, it would be a good distraction for them,” Jackson got up from his chair.
