lungs. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" I yelped in staccato, in time to his full balls slapping my ass as pleasure and pain alternately shot through my body. When I opened my eyes, I saw his handsome features contorted by lust, his sweat dripping all over me. I continued to growl at him "Yeah! Fuck me! Keep fucking me!!!" I closed my eyes again, relishing the pounding ride. But just as I thought I was going to pass out from sheer bliss, he gave one final thrust, bellowed and unloaded his seed, triggering my own senses-shattering climax.

In the aftermath of our coupling, we held each other and kissed, unaware that we were no longer alone. The others had silently drifted in to join us. I became aware of the welcome intrusion only when I felt several arms enfolding us. Soon we were a farrago of masculine, hard bodies fucking, sucking, tasting each other in all combinations and permutations. I felt a hard cock penetrate me from behind as I voraciously took another into my mouth. I watched someone beside me thrust his cock down another's throat before I buried my face in someone else's ass. I felt lips close over my nipples and tongues laving my neck. Everywhere hands and mouths grappled with cocks and asses. The air filled with the heady aroma of musk while the loud wet sounds of slurping and groaning echoed against the stone walls. I writhed with delirious euphoria as I sank into the intense heat of bodies viscid with sweat and saliva and come. And it went on and on all night.

***

The following morning I joined in a hearty, communal meal with all of them for what was to be the last time. As I enjoyed their easy camaraderie, I looked with overflowing warmth at the only one for whom my heart seemed to beat faster. I thought then I might be allowed to be part of their brotherhood. Alas, the next moment everyone was thrown in a state of a panic. He grabbed my arm and said, "Some of your people are on the way. But these are not learned men. They care only for gold and the desecration of hallowed places."

"You must flee with the Box," I urged. "Perhaps I can prevent them from giving chase."
He nodded and ushered me into the temple. I saw the Box, for a fleeting moment. With alacrity, he wrapped it in cloth, gave me a look of regret before rushing away. Once outside, gunshots rained all around us, the priests dispersing in all directions. I physically recoiled when I saw him get hit on the shoulder. Before I could act however, he had escaped. And the heathens surrounded me. The leader of this pack of marauders sidled up beside me. I recognized him instantly as a retired colonel who had amassed a fortune by looting Egyptian tombs.

"Brady, you blundering jackass. You've no idea what you've done," I said quietly.

"Dinsmoore, old chap. Good to see you're alive. I rather thought you'd be more grateful since I just saved you from these barbarians," the moron countered. What was the point in arguing? I watched helplessly as they plundered the temple of its remaining treasures, wondering all the while which of the two I had just lost I would miss more.

***

Sam felt like he was reviving from a trance, having just finished Dinsmoore's diary. The account had left him shaken, a riot of emotions and images so vivid crowding his mind. This soon