I walked slowly through the crowded room at the Museum of Natural History. The exhibit had drawn a huge turnout of some of the cities more illustrious citizens. The artifacts were rare and unusual. Many of their uses hadn't even been discovered. 

The archeologist, Dr. Matthew Walker, who had made the find walked among the throngs, giving small lectures here and there when a question about an interesting piece came his way. He was a tall man and I wondered how he ever made it into the small passages of the underground dig site that was described in the literature on this find. He had come dressed in his 'working clothes', complete with tool belt and a brimmed hat that had seen better days. 

I moved on to another antiquity, subconsciously listening to the conversation of a group of young women. I don't know why I expected them to actually be discussing the history before them, but I was nonetheless aggravated when I realized the topic was the archeologist and not his work. Doing my best to ignore their girlish chatter, I concentrated on reading the placard affixed to the front of the column. 

A presence next to me drew my attention. "Wonderful piece, isn't it?" it said. 

Without looking up, I gave a noncommittal grunt designed to put the person off. My reasons for coming to the event were to learn, not to be seen and not to see the 'important' people. I was unusual in that regard. I was in the way of being one of those 'important' people, but I had no desire to count myself among their ranks. Life is more to me than parties and charities that helped no one. These people were fake and everything they touched became fake as well. It could almost bring me to tears when I thought of all the money these 'good' people said they sent to help the needy. I did what I could to help privately, without preamble and without any acknowledgment. 

A deep chuckle drew me back from my thoughts and I looked at the man standing at my side. "Interesting response. Does that mean you find it intriguing or that you think it's garbage left over from the ancients?" 

I found myself looking into the dark eyes of the archeologist. Up close, his features were entrancing; high cheekbones, well-defined looks with laugh lines, and lips that made you want to taste them. I shook my head, clearing it. "I'm sorry, I've been trying to study your finds all night, but most of these people seem as though they would rather discuss each other. I'm Don, Don Sherwood," I said, putting my hand out to shake his. "I am very happy to make your acquaintance, Dr. Walker." 

He shook my hand, his grip strong and sure. "Nice to meet you, Don. Please, call me Matt. I know what you mean about them," he said, looking around the room, "but if it weren't for these people, I wouldn't have the funding necessary to complete the dig." 

"This may sound horrible of me, but I truly feel sorry for you," I told him, a smile stretching my full lips. 

His eyebrow raised in inquiry. "That sounds as though I have something to fear," he said, laughing quietly. He stretched out his hand toward another exhibit and we moved on to examine it. 

Joining his laughter, I said, "I've been around these people for most of my life. They are, for the most part, selfishly concerned with their public image and bank accounts more than anything that would benefit our understanding of mankind. My parents have attempted to submerge me into that quagmire my entire life, thankfully they've been unsuccessful. I don't think you have anything to fear, per se, but I would be careful around them." 

"Thank you for the warning, but I've learned that lesson the hard way. One of my earlier benefactors found my attitude abrasive and left me high and dry. We'd made great strides on that excavation, but when I refused to allow her friends to tromp through it, she dropped me flat. I believe her words were, 'I'm paying you to find interesting things for me. I can do what I like with them.' I told her exactly what she could do with them. Well, at least with the detritus. I kept the better artifacts hidden," he said, winking at me conspiratorially. "Speaking of hidden artifacts, would you like to see some spectacular objects?" 

"You don't have to ask me twice," I said. "The whole reason I came here was to learn more about this time and its people." 

He motioned for me to follow him and we casually strolled over to his assistant. He bent and whispered in her ear. She quickly hid a grin and nodded. As we continued on our way, he leaned closer to me, saying under his breath, "She'll keep everyone busy and cover for me. Don't know what I would do without her, she's a life saver." 

We made our way through the crowd, not making eye contact with any of the guests. Try as we might, we couldn't get away without someone noticing us. His great height and magnetism drew people to him like moths to flames. I stood to the side while he fielded questions and comments. Not that I minded at all, it gave me time to get a better look at my companion. His lean physique was unintentionally highlighted by his attire. As he talked, he elucidated his points with hand motions and the fabric of his shirt molded itself to the muscles of his upper arms and chest. 

Attempting to draw my mind away from the picture he presented, I glanced around the room, stopping here and there when something caught my eye. My thoughts were gradually being captured by the man standing with me. My initial reason for coming to the exhibit was my admiration for the man's work. Now, having met the man behind the work, another aspect of him was attracting me just as much and an aspect of myself was making that attraction increasingly hard to hide. I clasped my hands in front of me, doing my best to cover my awakening appendage. 

"Don," Matt whispered near my ear, "follow me." I started at the warm breath flowing over the skin of my neck. He turned toward the closest exit and I followed. We snuck off like two errant boys bent on mischief. After passing through the doors, I felt a giddy sensation well up inside of me and I giggled. He looked at me a moment, then joined me in my merriment. "Sometimes it feels so good to be bad, doesn't it?" he asked. 

"Yes it does," I agreed. A sound on the other side of the door had us sprinting down the hall. We arrived breathless at the doors to the lower level. Matt unlocked one of them and we proceeded down the stairwell to the storage areas. It was a little spooky down there; sounds reverberated endlessly and shapes appeared as distorted shadows on the walls. 

As we walked, I moved closer to Matt without knowing it. He looked over at me to point out the next turn and said, "It's not far now." He smiled at me reassuringly. "This place creeps me out. Put me in the dessert or the jungle, heck even the frozen mountains, and I'll be more relaxed than down here in the heart of 'civilization'." 

We laughed companionably, each of us sharing a few things that had always frightened us. We came to a sliding door marked 'restricted access ... current exhibition' and Matt fit a key into the padlock. He removed the lock and slid the door open far enough to allow us to enter. We passed through the opening and he closed the door behind us. 

Walking to one of the covered tables, he said, "I believe these are the most interesting pieces the site has produced." He lifted the fabric, folding it back and bringing to light several stone tablets. Pictographs covered them in imagery. My eyes widened and my breath froze in my chest in appreciation as a wondering smile crossed my lips. I had never had the opportunity to be so close to antiquities before. Matt grinned at me, saying, "Do you recognize any of the representations here?" 

Shaking my head, I said, "I'm only an amateur, though I love looking at ancient relics and learning about them and the civilizations that created them." 

He looked at me quizzically for a moment, then said, "Oh ... I meant do any of the pictographs seem ... familiar?" 

I took a closer look at them, careful not to touch them. There were scenes of men and women in what I assumed to be sexual encounters on the first few tablets. Then, as my eyes wandered over the beautifully crafted works, I noticed that the next set of tablets were different. The participants were both male. The artist had depicted several positions of delight, if the faces of the partners were any indication. 

My eyebrow lifted and a smile creased my lips. "Ah, yes I believe some of these are ... familiar," I said, looking over at Matt. 

He grinned evilly at me. "I'm sorry, but I just had to see your reaction to them," he laughed lightly, then turned serious. "Actually, I wanted to see which ones drew your attention the most." His hand lifted slowly toward mine, as we turned to face one another. Taking my hand in his, he laced our fingers together and pulled me to him. "I needed to know if I could do this," he said, before bringing his other hand up to cup my face. His lips descended to mine, caressing them with the velvety touch of his own. 

My mouth opened under his urging and his tongue slipped between my lips. His tongue stroked mine as they twined and danced together. I reached around him, pulling him into complete contact with my body and felt his erection pressing comfortingly against my own. Our laced fingers released and our hands moved to each other's body, learning the contours by touch. 

I pulled back, asking, "Are we ... alright in here?" 

"We won't be disturbed," he said. He lead me over to a small sitting area, inviting me to sit with him on the couch. "I latched the door from the inside." 

As I sat down on the couch, Matt leaned over me, taking my mouth with his and loving it lingeringly. His hands smoothed over my chest, outlining my form with the gentle touch of his fingers. His mouth moved from mine to begin and exploration of my face and neck. His lips, tongue, and teeth touched me and tasted me, as small groans escaped him. 

My breath caught at the feeling of Matt's touch on me. His every movement eliciting responses from my body. The sound of my sighs and moans induced him to bring more of them from me and his touch became bolder. His hands moved to the buttons on my shirt and he began undoing them, baring my chest to his hungry mouth. 

After removing my shirt, his hands rubbed over my skin and across my nipples, before his mouth traced a path down over my chest. He took my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, then nipping it with his teeth. My body shook under his ministrations and my hands found their way into his hair and onto his back. He tasted every inch of my skin, then he ran his tongue under the waistband of my trousers. 

I gripped his shoulders, pulling him back to the couch from his crouched position between my knees. As he eased down beside me, I turned to him fully. I kissed him passionately, then broke the contact to move over his face and to his neck. I tenderly tasted the sun-kissed skin, savoring his intoxicating flavor. 

His shirt was off and laying next to him before I realized my hands were working to remove it. I took advantage of the exposed flesh to explore his flavor even more. My mouth moved down over him, lapping at his nipples before taking one into my mouth. His hands gently touched my hair, then his fingers massaged my scalp. Just before taking his other nipple into my waiting mouth, I looked up to see his head thrown back, an expression of intense desire gracing his face. 

My hands moved downward to remove his pants, but he put his hands over mine. He asked me to stand before him. I did so and he kissed my abdomen as he gripped my hips. Looking up to my face, he undid my pants, then pulled both my pants and boxers from my body. My cock strained toward him, aching for his touch. His hands began at my shoulders, then slowly glided over my skin until he held my manhood. He gripped me, pumping me as he watched my face. 

My eyes closed and my head fell back as the sensation worked through my frame. I felt his tongue tease the head of my cock and my body tensed. His mouth slowly engulfed me, sucking on me and massaging me with his tongue. I looked down and saw how he moved me in and out of his mouth, his eyes never straying from my face. His hand gently stroked the inside of my thigh before taking my balls and caressing them. 

His speed increased and my dick jerked in response. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted and when I wanted it. His skilled mouth was bringing me close to orgasm. Languidly, he released me from the hot confines of his mouth, then trailed his tongue over the rope-like veins on my engorged member. He moved so that he could take my ball sac in his mouth as he pumped me with his hand. He took first one, then the other ball into his mouth, loving each slowly with his tongue. 

My cries had increased exponentially as he loved me and he could tell I was close. He released my sac from his mouth and started to move back onto the couch, but instead I pulled him up to me. I crushed our bodies together as I took his mouth with my own. My passions were raging and I wanted him. He matched his passion to my own, his hands moving over my skin restlessly. I reached between our bodies, undoing his pants and pushing them and his shorts down over his hips to the floor. 

This time, when our bodies touched, I felt his hot cock rubbing against mine. It was almost enough to send me over the edge. I knelt down in front of him, taking him deep into my mouth. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to feel him pulsating as my tongue moved over him. His moans sounded above my head as I drove him in and out of my mouth. My passions were soaring, there was no way I could take him gently. He seemed to thrive on the hard pressure of my mouth. His hands gripped my hair, following the quick motions of my head. 

He pulled on my hair gently as he eased himself from my mouth. Guiding me over to the couch, he leaned me over it, then moved behind me. His hands rubbed over my back, as his mouth licked and sucked on the back of my neck. He moved away from me a bit and I heard him open something. 

Turning my head, I saw him roll the condom down over his shaft. Electricity shot through me as I pictured what he was going to do next. The images on the tablets flashed in my mind when his hands grasped my hips. I felt the tip of his cock rub against my puckered entrance and I relaxed as best I could, though my body wanted to thrust back and impale myself on him. 

He gently pushed against my anus. I could tell he was trying not to hurt me, even though our passions were running high. Slowly, he entered me, his breath coming out in a deep moan as he felt my tightness gripping the head of his manhood. He waited until he thought I was ready, then pushed deeper. His thick shaft filled me as I moved counter to his slow thrust. 

When he was imbedded in me completely, he stopped again. He kissed my back and asked if I was alright. I answered as best I could through my moans. I felt him smile against my back, before he leaned up and pulled out a bit to begin a gentle rhythm. 

He moved in and out of me slowly, at first. When he felt my hips bucking against his, he sped up and rotated his hips as he thrust deep inside me. His hand moved around my hip to grip my cock, pumping it in the same rhythmic motion as his thrusting hips. 

My cries grew wild as the exquisite pulses ran through my body. My hands clenched at the fabric of the couch and I drove myself back on his shaft, matching his every movement. I could feel him jerk inside me and I could tell by his moans that he would be coming soon, as would I. 

Suddenly, I gripped him with my interior muscles, milking him. His back arched and a cry tore from his throat. He pumped into me almost savagely as he came. My cries matched his as my orgasm shot through me. 

Gently, he pulled out of me and we collapsed together on the floor. He held me close, and whispered to me, "That was exquisite." He hugged me tightly for a moment as he kissed the side of my face, then my lips. We lay in each other's arms for a while, caressing each other gently. 

When we had the strength we dressed and cleaned up the sitting area before cuddling up on the couch. "Matt, I've been wondering something," I said, as I lay back in his arms. 

"When did you have time to start doing that?" he asked, jokingly. 

I rolled my eyes and continued. "Are you looking for a sponsor for your work? I mean was it just an exhibit tonight, or are you looking for a new benefactor?" 

He pushed me up from his chest and turned me to look into his face. "Don, I didn't bring you down here to get anything from you. I ... well ... I liked you from the time you grunted at me," he said, laughing at the memory. 

Putting my finger over his lips, I quieted him. "I like you, too, and I know you didn't bring me here for any nefarious plan. All I'm saying is that if you are looking for a benefactor ... I know the perfect man," I said, a slow grin moving over my face. 

He caught my hand as I began to lower it and bit my finger playfully. "Oh, you do?" 

"Yes," I said, shaking my finger as if to take away the sting. "And he's been looking for something like your excavations. If you are willing to take him on as your benefactor, then I know he will want to sponsor you. There is only one thing you would have to agree to, though." 

"And that would be?" he asked. 

"That you must take his son on the excavation ... like an overseer." 

Matt sighed. I could tell from our earlier conversation, that he didn't like having a watchdog. "Who is his son?" he asked, after a pause. 

I sensual smile creased my lips as I said, "Me." 

"Ah, I think I have a new benefactor," he said, as he pulled me to him, "and maybe, hopefully, so much more." We kissed tenderly before heading out to talk business with his new boss.

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