Iceland Investigation, Part 9

They were awakened by gunfire, but no one was sure where it was coming from. Iceland has stringent gun control laws, so this was a surprise. Sue and Pavel dressed quickly, and stayed low as they left their tent. There really was no cover anywhere. Mr. Butterfly and Volchuk’s tent was pretty far away and there was only open ground to get there. A bullet zinged past them and they were not sure what the shooter was aiming for. Was it them? They could not be certain. Better safe than sorry though, so they kept their heads low and stayed in a slight hollow in the ground. Time passed.

Pavel whispered to Sue, “I’m going to try to make it to Volchuk’s tent, he has a radio. You stay here.” Then he moved off slithering on the ground towards that part of camp. Sue was happy to stay in the slight hollow where she was as she felt relatively safe from gunfire. There were no more shots as Pavel left. Time went by. By now, Pavel should be with Volchuk and Mr. Butterfly thought Sue.

Sue began to think. They had no cell phones. Volchuk had a two-way radio to call for help and that was it. They had never considered that they would need such a thing out here unless they needed an air ambulance if someone was gravely injured. Hopefully he was calling for help now.

Suddenly she heard a noise close by and saw booted feet right next to her. Looking up, there was the muzzle of a rifle pointing right at her. She froze and thought she would feel a sudden pain and die soon. But it was not to be. The bearded man gestured for her to be silent and jerked her to her feet and forced her to march away with him over the closest rise of a small hill.

Pavel had reached Volchuk and Mr. Butterfly’s tent where they were hunkered down too. Volchuk was speaking in hushed urgent Icelandic over the radio to someone about their situation. Mr. Butterfly asked immediately about Sue and Pavel answered that she was fine, hiding in a hollow by her tent. After a few minutes, Volchuk said that help would take a few hours to arrive and they were instructed to lay low until then. Pavel said that he would go back and check on Sue.

So he slithered back to check on her. When he got there, she was gone! Since he had heard no shots, he just full out ran back to Vochuk and Mr. Butterfly screaming, “Sue is gone!”

“What?” said Mr. Butterfly. “What do you mean gone?”

“I mean nowhere to be found! Not where I left her. GONE!” Pavel thought about this for a moment and then told Volchuk, “Radio this update in that one of our party has been abducted and is missing.”

Volchuk complied immediately. But after he had done so and heard the reply, said, “That does not seem to impact their time table.”

Mr. Butterfly said, “We must find her ourselves and rescue her.”

Then he stood and started calling, “SUE! SUE! WHERE ARE YOU?”

“She is over here.” Came an answer from the top of a hill from a bearded man holding a rifle and a tied up Sue. “If you want her back unharmed you must stop work and all leave this place immediately.”

The three men turned to look at the situation and then discuss it amongst themselves. Pavel said, “If we get close enough, Volchuk should go for the rifle, Mr. Butterfly should grab Dr. Fairview, and I will grab the gunman. Agreed?”

Everyone agreed to this hastily forged but brilliant plan.

“We agree to your terms. May we come closer to discuss our plans for leaving with you?” said Pavel.

“No. Start packing your tents now.” was the answer.

So the three men turned and began to break camp. Eventually, the bearded man came closer to watch and he dragged a reluctant Sue with him. Time passed and the day got hotter. Pavel offered the bearded man some water to drink. When the bearded man approached he put the muzzle of his rifle right on the middle of Pavel’s chest and reached for the water with his left hand. Pavel brushed the muzzle to the side saying, “Excuse me, I am trying to be nice here, the least you could do is be polite and not threaten my life.” The Bearded man did not notice Volchuk come up behind him to his right where the rifle was resting on his arm or Mr. Butterfly close in on his left where Sue was. But they were both in position if Pavel made his move.

Pavel’s move was a blinding blur it was so fast. As soon as he was clear of the rifle, he had handed the canteen to the bearded man with his right hand and hit him with his left so fast, it was amazing that a shot even got off from the rifle at all, much less, grazed Pavel’s left shoulder. But, the bearded man was on the ground with Pavel on top of him and Volchuk had yanked away and held his rifle and Mr. Butterfly grabbed and held Sue. It was all over in an instant.

Volchuk held the rifle on the bearded man who surrendered immediately and had a nasty shiner forming on his right eye. Mr. Butterfly hastily untied Sue. Pavel used the ropes from Sue to secure the bearded man’s hands behind his back while blood ran down his left arm. Sue hugged Mr. Butterfly and thanked all the men for her rescue. Then she went to look for the emergency medical supplies kit so that she could doctor Pavel’s wounded shoulder. She found the kit and ran back out to Pavel.

Pavel took his shirt off and the graze was across his deltoid muscle, right about where one gets vaccinated. It was a good clean wound, so she put some antiseptic cream on it and a bandage. “You were so brave Pavel. You even spilt your blood for me.” said Sue. Then she smiled and began to giggle. Pavel smiled back and giggled too.

That is when the cavalry showed up. The Icelandic Police arrived, about four in number, to take control of the situation. Lead Officer Ađalsteinn introduced himself as commander of the scene to Pavel. Pavel handed over our prisoner and introduced all of us by name. We were all asked to provide our papers and passports which we did. We were quickly cleared as harmless researchers and Officer Ađalsteinn made his apologies on behalf of the Government of Iceland. We were told that violence of this kind was extremely rare in Iceland and that is why they were so slow to respond. They sure were glad that none of us were seriously injured. We were all curious about whom the bearded man was but the police seemed hesitant to let us know, that is if they knew. Their faces were really hard to read. Talk about poker faces. They should learn the game. But I had a feeling that they did know. I mean they went on about how trouble like this was so rare. Yet here they were with four guys with high powered rifles, as if they knew what they were up against. We were told to carry on and then the police asked us if we needed anything, and after we said no, they left. Just like that it was all over.

The camp was a wreck and had to be put right. The whole day was a wash. It was way too late to go out and do surveys. We barely had time enough to set the camp back up before dinner. So that is what we did. During this time, I had a chance to talk to Mr. Butterfly.

“Oh Sue! I am so glad that you are okay! I was so worried when we discovered you were missing this morning and shots were ringing out. Actually I was scared shitless.” said Mr. Butterfly.

“You? How about me? Abducted at gun point by a crazy man who did not speak. It was terrifying. I thought each moment would be my last! I am so glad to be safe and sound now with you guys again.”

They hugged again. Mr. Butterfly continued, “You should know, that Pavel came up with the plan to rescue you and we all could see it was the only way to go and agreed without discussion. He took the lead on the negotiation, as you saw. I have heard that all those Russians have to go to the military and have experience with guns too. I think he did a fantastic job, and well, we did get you rescued.”

“What are you saying?”

“Even though I think he treated you callously and unforgivably, and that he’s a bastard, there may be hope for the guy. I thought you should know who did what is all.”

“Oh. Thanks. So you are saying he is some kind of hero?”

“Don’t push it.”

Sue just laughed.

After straightening up the camp the four of them were hot and dirty and got into the hot spring to clean off and soak. Pavel had to be careful not to get his gun graze wet, so Sue helped him to hold his arm aloft while he dunked his head in the water quickly. All were glad to unwind and rest after an extremely stressful day.

That night at dinner a special beverage was served to celebrate: Reyka Vodka. The only vodka distilled in Iceland. Volchuk had picked some up to treat the researchers on their last day, but decided to crack it open now to celebrate the safe return of Sue. The plan was to get hammered on it. When you think about it, that it not really that difficult when the drink is Vodka.

So the toasts began and after each one, everyone chugged a shot. Lastly it was Sue’s turn.

Shakily as she was feeling the effects of the alcohol, she stood by the camp fire and said, “I propose a toast to Pavel for creating a brilliant plan to save my life in an instant and then for having the genius to carrying it out during the course of the day. To Pavel, my hero!”

All eyes turned to Pavel with glasses raised. A pained groan emitted from Pavel’s belly and he ran from the fire to his tent. Everyone just looked at each other not knowing what was going on. Sue looked around to what to do and decided that she should follow Pavel to see what was wrong. She excused herself and everyone understood.

She could hear Pavel’s irregular breathing from outside his tent. He was very upset about something, but what? “Pavel, it is me. May I come in?” There was no answer. So Sue went in anyhow. She sat next to Pavel’s face down prone figure and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh god! I just hate myself!” he tried to say in between shaky breaths.

“Oh no Pavel. There is no reason to hate yourself.” soothed Sue. “You saved my life today.”

“I, I am just like that lunatic that held you hostage at gun point today!” Then he sat up suddenly and looked at Sue with frantic eyes. “I just want to hurt women. I wanted to hurt you. I did hurt you. No one was there to stop me. I still want to hurt you. Oh my god! Forgive me.” Then he fell over again and resumed his upset and shaky breathing.

Sue calmly stroked his shoulder again. She leaned down and kissed his stubbly cheek. “I forgive you Pavel. I already knew this about you. It doesn’t change that you are my hero today.”

“Really?”

“Da.”

“Could you possibly trust me enough to let me come to your tent tonight? Please give me another chance. I will behave. I promise.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t want to be bored.” She smiled and they both laughed.

Iceland Investigation, Part 10

The Iceland and BRC ideas were the brainchildren of Chris at About a Boy and His Briefs. Let’s all give Chris a big thanks for a great idea! Thank you Chris!

Volchuk and Mr. Butterfly were still out at the campfire wondering what was up with Pavel and Sue. But, Mr. Butterfly hadn’t had a chance to talk to Volchuk all day and lots of questions for the young Russian.

“I was so impressed with the way you handled that rifle. Did you have military training in Russia?”

“Da, for two years right after high school. I could have gotten out of it, but I thought it would come in handy. I sure was glad I had that training today.”

“Me too! I have not had as much experience with guns as you have. I am damn sure of that. I’d have probably shot my own foot off. I doubt I would have scared that man much, even wielding a gun.”

“Trust me. Anyone holding a gun on you is scary.”

“I was scared of you, you know with your big gun and all.” he said winking and putting emphasis on the words ‘big gun’.

“Oh, were you now?” said Volchuk teasingly.

“Yeah. I was afraid you would shoot at me and that would be a big mess.”

“I might have to lick it off of you.” They moved closer to each other to kiss and began to make out by the fire. Mr. Butterfly’s hand went to Volchuk’s breast, making his nipple hard, while Volchuk’s hand went to Mr. Butterfly’s crotch to see if he was erect yet. He was getting there. Volchuk whispered into Mr. Butterfly’s ear, “I want you to fuck me.”

“What?”

“You heard me right. I want you up my ass, you hot researcher you. I want to feel your dick up my ass. You make me so hot.”

“But you told me you never bottom.”

“Only for you my sweet.”

Then they kissed. Now, Mr. Butterfly had a full erection. They looked up and Sue was leading Pavel to her tent. Good thought Mr. Butterfly; that was sorted out. They called out good night and were answered in kind.

Mr. Butterfly got up and held out a hand to Volchuk which Volchuk took. Then hand-in-hand together they went to Mr. Butterfly’s tent. The crouched down to enter and got comfortable on the sleeping bag. They took off their tee shirts and began to make out. The young explorer took the lead heading south for Volchuk’s crotch. But he pulled off the Russian’s shorts and instead, headed for his backside flipping him over. The explorer parted the Russians cheeks and began lapping away at the virgin pucker before him. Volchuk began moaning immediately. Mr. Butterfly inserted his tongue and could taste the saltiness of the day there. He reached for some lube and inserted a finger slowly. He found the Russian’s prostate and massaged it gently. Volchuk bucked to get more stimulation. So, Mr. Butterfly put two fingers in. That did not help matters.

“Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me now!” pleaded the Russian.

“Um, just a minute I have to put a condom on…”

“I don’t care just fuck me bareback!”

“Sorry kid. I won’t do that. I hate to spoil the mood, but you are a scientist so you should know that you should never, ever let anyone fuck you bareback.” Mr. Butterfly said this looking right into Volchuk’s eyes for emphasis. So Mr. Butterfly put on a condom and began to ease his erect cock into they boy’s ass ring. A single tear fell from Volchuk’s eye, so he knew there was pain, but Volchuk was way too macho to admit it or cry out. Then he saw Volchuk’s eyes roll up in his head and he knew that there was also pleasure. It didn’t take long for Mr. Butterfly to get his cock into the Russian. Then he began a steady pace of fucking him doggy style.

With the apogee of every one of Mr. Butterfly’s thrusts, Volchuk would make an, “Oh” sound. Volchuk’s penis swung free underneath him, almost, but not quite touching the ground. They decided to flip positions so Volchuk would be on his back. They did. Now they could keep track of Volchuk’s erection more easily. But the “Oh” sounds continued.

“Harder!” commanded Volchuk in between Oh sounds.

Mr. Butterfly complied as well as he could.

“Faster!” pleaded Volchuk in between Oh sounds.

Mr. Butterfly complied as well as he could but he thought, gee, I have created a real fuck pig here! But then he looked down and could see that indeed Volchuk was getting close to cumming and was jerking himself furiously. The next thing he knew, he could feel the muscles in Volchuk’s ass tightening as Volchuk began to spew creamy white spunk out his fire hose of a dick all over own his chest, face, mouth and hair while letting out a final big, “Ohhhhhh shit!”

It was so fucking hot to see Volchuk cum that Mr. Butterfly began to cum too. “Oh man, you came so much all over yourself; that is so hot!” said Mr. Butterfly after he had cum and disposed of the condom.

“How do you propose to help me clean up this mess?”

“May I lick you clean?”

“Absolutely. I command you to!”

So, Mr. Butterfly began to lick the cum off Volchuk’s face. They smeared Volchuk’s cum all over themselves and made out with the cum in between them. It was a real merging of men and their essence. Then they stared into each others’ eyes dreamily.

Volchuk said, “I love you Mr. Butterfly.”

Photo credit: Caballero

Iceland Investigation, Part 11

Pavel led Sue to her tent. They both crouched down to enter, Pavel first and then Sue. They weren’t wearing much after their soak in the hot spring, but they undressed quickly and Pavel got into the sleeping bag, and held it open for Sue. She gazed at his naked body in the lamp light. God he was fucking gorgeous! What a man! No wonder she had let him have his way with her that first time. How could she have said no to anything he wanted?

She scooted in to him quickly and felt warmed right away though she did not remember feeling cold. His strong arms held her tight across her lower back. One hand slid down to grasp her buttock as her leg slid up to his circle his hip. He lifted his head to kiss her gently on the mouth, but that soon turned into a passionate deep kiss. She moaned with longing and want as she began to lose control and slide into lust.

“Not to worry zolotoi, Pavel will not hurt you. Only love you gently and tenderly.”

But Sue wanted Pavel to lose control too, so she slid down into the sleeping bag, licking her way down his body. First she licked and gently bit his nipples and in short order they stood erect. He gasped when she did that. Then she moved down to muscular abs and made them wet. The head of his penis wetted her chin with precum. So, she lowered her mouth and licked it off of him there. He moaned and his hands went to her head. She swirled her tongue around the head of his penis as he seemed to be holding his breath. Then she opened as wide as she could and tried to get as much as possible in her mouth. It wasn’t so much his length, but the width that was the issue. At least he tapered some. Try as she might, she could only get about half in her mouth. He sure was a mouthful. Then, with her other hand, she caressed his nuts. She circled them with her index finger and thumb and massaged them gently, pulling them away from his body. She bobbed her head and sucked for all she was worth.

He lay back to enjoy the blow job. But, it wasn’t igniting the mindless passion she wanted in him. It was not that her skill was lacking, it was just that he was determined to not hurt her again. He allowed himself to moan as her efforts moved him, but then it was time to fuck her. But how to do it so that he would not hurt her and she could not hurt herself he thought as he donned the condom. Then he thought of a way. He brought her up to him and flipped her over so that she was facing away from him. He held her tightly kissed her neck until her head fell back with abandon. With one arm across her breasts and one arm lower, he entered her from behind. She was so wet already that it was hardly any struggle to gain entrance. He kept one hand low to control her movements and give her pleasure if she needed more. In this position it was pretty much impossible for her to move much. But he moved steadily. In, out, in, out, fucking her. She tried to buck, but he held her tight to him, all the while giving her pleasure with his cock and his hand.

“Steady my love. Relax and enjoy. Slow down. Pavel will not hurt you.” But she continued to struggle so he cautioned her, “Don’t make me tie you down.”

She had half a mind to make him do it. But she had more control than that and said, “Oh, god that would be so fucking hot. But, I’ll stop moving, I promise.”

She remained as still as possible allowing only Pavel to move. All that could be heard was her breathing. Hers was deep and fast, timed to each thrust. He pinned her lower leg under his for better leverage and began to move a bit more quickly now.

After a while of his steadily plowing her, she urged him, “Pavel don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

Stopping was the last thing on Pavel’s mind. Maybe it was not being able to move as she was being fucked, but Sue let out a scream as she orgasmed. Pavel hurriedly covered her mouth for fear that Volchuk and Mr. Butterfly would hear. But then Pavel could feel Sue’s insides clamping down on his organ with her climax and he could not stop himself from cumming in response. It was that fucking hot to feel her body involuntarily milking him.

“Ah fuck!” said Pavel. “I came.”

But Sue was not all the way back from her climax yet. She just laid there, kind of listless still in a state of bliss.

“I’m sorry. I was going to try to give you another orgasm before I came.”

Sue just sort of gazed through Pavel. “Oh?”

He hugged her tighter and asked, “Are you hurt?”

“No, I feel wonderful. Just hold me.”

So Pavel took one arm and supported her head and the other he wrapped around her breasts, with one hand over a breast so that a nipple poked in between his fingers. They spooned and he removed his leg from in between hers. She found his warm breath on her neck very reassuring as well.

In no time they were asleep in the constant twilight of the Icelandic night.

Iceland Investigation, Part 12

Mr. Butterfly couldn’t have been happier when he awoke early to make the fire and the morning coffee. He left a peacefully sleeping Volchuk behind and hopped to it. He was singing to himself cheerily as each camper woke up to get a cup of his strong black brew. Everyone was all satisfied smiles, which was remarkable after yesterday’s trauma and the wrinkle with Pavel. All of that was just a memory now.

He surveyed the happy visages surrounding him at the campfire and listened to the cheerful prattle of the morning talk. Today’s plans were similar to Monday’s, and Tuesday’s that were scrubbed because of the bearded crazy man. Mr. Butterfly couldn’t wait to be alone with Sue and tell her all about last night. They finished breakfast, cleaned up and headed out. Pavel and Volchuk took off with their volcanology equipment and Sue and Mr. Butterfly grabbed the laptop, string, and other stuff they needed for the day. The groups of twos headed off in opposite directions.

When they were out of earshot, Mr. Butterfly excitedly said, “Volchuk let me top him last night.”

“What! I thought he never bottomed!”

“He said he did it just for me. Just for me, he said!”

“Wow! That is really something! How was it?”

“God! I can’t tell you how hot it was! First of all he loved it. That is really important. I fucked the shit out of him. He begged me to do it harder and faster, oh and I did! He came everywhere! We both came at the same time too! It was fabulous!”

“That is really great! I am so happy for you!!!”

She stopped and gave the young explorer a hug and he hugged her back. Their eyes met and he said, “Then he told me he loved me.”

“What? How did that make you feel?”

“I don’t know. Volchuk is very young. He gives his heart away too easily I think. I mean, I care for him and feel fondly for him, but I don’t love him. Not yet. He is a really cool kid that I am interested in seeing quite a bit more of and if time allowed perhaps we could fall in love. But time doesn’t allow. That is just not the situation right now, so I am not entertaining that possibility.”

“What did you say?”

“I kissed him passionately on the mouth and told him to go to sleep and he did. Then I held him all night.”

“Well, I guess that works. At least he was all smiles this morning. So he must have been happy enough with your response.”

“I suppose. I don’t want to lead him on. So how about you and Pavel? What happened with you guys, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Oh, we had sex. He promised not to hurt me, and I promised not to hurt me. We managed to have really hot sex without me getting hurt. I thought he was going to have to tie me down to make it work. But that is another story. You didn’t hear me scream when I climaxed?

“Uh, no…”

“Oh, good. We were worried that you and Volchuk would hear. But I guess I told you anyhow.”

“Wait. Rewind. He was going to tie you down?”

“Well, he didn’t. It was discussed as a possibility if I didn’t stop struggling against him.”

“Okay. I think I’ve heard enough. I’m glad you guys worked it out. So Pavel has redeemed himself now?”

“Oh yes. Wouldn’t hurt a flea.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“Why don’t we lay out the first grid right here today? Okay Mr. Butterfly?”

“Sounds fine to me, Dr. Fairview.” With that they got down to spreading out the first grid of the day.

Most of the remaining days and nights of their stay went pretty much like that. During the days, they worked like fiends, laying grids and counting plants and bugs, while Volchuk and Pavel made geothermal measurements as if their lives depended on it. During the nights they all made love. Well, Drs. Sidorov and Fairview made gentle love while trying to be as quiet as possible, and Volchuk and Mr. Butterfly continued their versatility in their lovemaking. Hot nights they were indeed. Before long they were all comfortable naked in front of one another and not only at the well used, but still pristine, hot spring.

Everyone of them wished the week would not end, but all good things must. So, when it did, they packed their gear in silence onto the horses, took one last look at the place that had become home away from home and left. It was a half a day’s hike to town where they returned their horses and caught the bus back to Reykjavik and the Keflvík Airport.

Once at the airport they decided to check with the police (the police station in Reykjavik is at the airport) and see if anything was found out about the crazy bearded man that accosted them. The police did not look happy to see them, but did tell them that the man was a confused employee of a local metals company who thought they were there to try to stop building of a dam and not just innocent researchers. Unfortunately he got access to a gun. I guess that was an understandable mistake with everything going on currently in Iceland.

It was time for tearful good byes. I hugged Pavel and kissed him on his ever stubbly cheek. I said, “Good bye, I’ll miss you tons.”

He replied, “Xороший пока любят. Take care of yourself.” We nuzzled a bit before we let go. The Russians were headed back on a later flight to Siberia for the summer to continue study of geothermal phenomena there.

The young explorer and Volchuk were locked in an embrace, whispering sweet nothings in each others’ ears. Volchuk’s were all in Russian. I don’t think Mr. Butterfly could understand a word he was saying, but I am sure they were all expressions of love. They were still embracing when our flight was called and we had to board the plane.

“Um, Mr. Butterfly, we have to go now.”

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

“Um. Excuse me.”

“Yeah.”

Finally they broke and he walked with me to the plane. We waved one final time, and they waved and then we found our seats and eventually the plane took off.

Egyptian Escapade

Sue and Mr. Butterfly were on the second leg of their Lufthansa Dulles to Frankfurt to Cairo flight. It was the longer, 14 hour leg. Sue glanced over to Mr. Butterfly and said, “So what do you think of the progress on the anti-hiv goop drug we found in the Amazon?”

Dr. Gutekunde has already identified the structure and his synthetic chemists have synthesized small quantities. I think that is fantastic progress for two weeks! Don’t you?”

“I suppose. They are beginning scale up today. I hope they have luck with that and don’t run into any problems with that one difficult synthetic step they were talking about.”

“Yeah. I hear ya. Then we need to do some FDA required safety tests and we could be in people in six months. That is so exciting! Isn’t it?”

“It really is!” Then she just beamed at Mr. Butterfly. “I love my job!”

“I do too!”

They high-fived, and it was really loud and woke some nearby passengers who looked around trying to see what happened.

“You must be excited about our current assignment.” said Sue.

“Yes, I am. I get to go look for a new water strider species in the Nile delta. Ever since those new species were found in Thailand in May I have been excited again to be an entomologist. I can’t wait to put my waders on and get into the water and collect water striders to see if any of these new species exist in other countries as well.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get bit.”

“Oh, the bites aren’t that bad, no worse than a bee sting. Besides, sour grapes doctor? That’s not like you.”

“I am just reminding you that I will be working to foot the residence bill for your little find the new species party.”

“Ah, yes. The deal the foundation made for us to stay at one of the 200 organic farms gratis during our stay in the region in exchange for your pro bono work for them. I remember.”

“And use their horses!”

“How could I forget!”

They were all smiles at the “using horses” remark. Both of them loved to ride. It was like a fantasy in and of itself to ride out into the desert and see the pyramids. These were the happy thoughts they shared as they returned to their private thoughts and the flight continued on to Cairo.

* * *

Many hours later, at 7:00 pm local time, the flight landed without consequence at Cairo International Airport. They deplaned and made their way through the airport, to baggage claim and then customs. After clearing customs, they got some local Egyptian cash and remarked again on how pretty foreign currency is compared to American dollars.

Next, they went to ground transportation to find their guide, Nuri, who was an employee of Middle East Farms & Foods, the company that was hosting their stay in Egypt. There was a handsome young man standing and holding a sign bearing both of their names. So they went up to him and introduced themselves.

Nuri was sort of shy, but took as many of Sue and Mr. Butterfly’s bags as he could handle and led them outside to his company van. He showed his guests into the van and then stowed their luggage into the back. They set off for the company’s main farm compound not far from Cairo’s center. After about an hour they arrived at a walled in compound. The van drove in and a servant closed the gates after them. The van drove up to the main building and stopped.

A gentleman in shirtsleeves and slacks walked up to the van from the large stone house smiling and opened the door for them. He was drop dead gorgeous and the most sparkling blue-green eyes and black hair. He helped them both disembark from the van and said, “Hello there. I am Ernst Cullen. I run Egypt operations for Middle East Farms & Foods. So nice to meet you.” He had a slight German accent but was perfectly understandable.

Sue stepped forward and said, “Hi, I am Dr. Sue Fairview from the foundation and I will be working with you here, but most folks call me Sue.”

He nodded and said, “Hello Sue!” Then he turned to the young explorer and said, “Then you must be Dr….”

“Oh please, call me Mr. Butterfly, everyone does.” he said with his usual easy going manner. Then he leaned forward to shake hands with Ernst while making deep eye contact.

“Well, it certainly is great to meet you two. It isn’t often that I enjoy the company of guests from the west, so I am going to enjoy your visit very much. I am going to let you get settled and relax a bit before I torture you with my presence any more. Nuri. Please show our guests to their rooms?” And with that, Nuri grabbed our things and began leading us down the hallway to our rooms.

We waved to Ernst as we walked away. Mr. Butterfly watched Nuri’s ass as we followed him down the hallway, and turned to me and quietly said one word with regard to Ernst, “Mine!”

I turned to him and replied, “Mine!”

Back and forth we went, like the seagulls in the movie Finding Nemo, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine… Not very mature, but hey, neither were we at that moment. I mean, we were fighting over a man. That sort of brings things down to a base level.

We were pleased with our rooms. Mine was large and airy and had a private bath. The bed wasn’t too bad for Egypt. I was expecting far worse. The bath was super and had lots of really pretty tiles plus a wonderful tiled square tub, sunken into the floor. Mr. Butterfly’s room was similar. There was no air conditioning and it was pretty hot and I felt dirty, sweaty and dusty from my trip. So I ran a quick bath to freshen up. The bath was heavenly.

After I had dried off and dressed, I joined our company for a very late dinner. Thankfully, Ernst was aware of the time and the dinner was light. There was salad, some chicken and dates.

The dinning room was large, but intimate all at the same time. The three of us sat close together at one end of a very large round table so that we could all reach everything easily. The best thing was the coffee afterwards. I don’t know how I would ever get to sleep after that.

Ernst was a captivating host. His eyes were magnetic. They grabbed you and held you strongly. I saw it happen to Mr. Butterfly too. We were both entranced by his beautiful eyes. It didn’t even matter that what he was saying happened to be very entertaining too. He could have been saying, “Blah, blah, blah.” It just wouldn’t have made any difference at all so long as those eyes were looking at you. He was actually telling us about how he came to be affiliated with MEFF and how he brought organic farming to Egypt. It was quite fascinating.

Finally, it was time for bed and we excused ourselves and headed down the hallway to our rooms. All the way there, if one was following us, they could hear soft sounds of mine, mine, mine, mine, mine…

Ernst photo credit: Brawny Stud

Egyptian Escapade, Part 2

I awoke early the next morning refreshed, dressed quickly and hurried down to breakfast because I couldn’t wait to ride horseback to the pyramids! Mr. Butterfly was already there making eyes at Ernst.

In my eyes, that was taking unfair advantage. They had both waited for me before serving morning tea (chamomile) from an exquisite blown glass tea set.

Ernst had soft boiled eggs and falafel prepared to fortify us for our ride. There was also fresh tamarind juice and clementines from the farm. There was a centerpiece of fresh fruit on the table as well.

Ernst talked about plans for our entire trip. “The Egyptian Entomological Society has hired a specialist in Gerridae, water striders, from Morocco since they have no one here in Egypt who specializes that family of insects to work with Mr. Butterfly. He should be here when we return from our ride. He will travel with Mr. Butterfly and help him collect these insects and try to find new species.”

“That sounds great! Actually, Lepidoptera are my specialty, so it will be a real plus to have someone who specializes in Gerridae. What is his name?”

“Dr. Castagno. He just happens to be in the area. As you might imagine, he travels quite a lot. You and he will travel to outer regions of the Nile Delta where water striders are numerous. I will also send you with a local guide boy who knows those regions intimately.”

“Well, I am well taken care of then. I don’t know how to thank you enough Ernst!” said Mr. Butterfly, as he batted his eyelashes.

“That is where Sue comes in.” Then Ernst turned to me and smiled broadly. “She will be getting the grand tour tomorrow and then I will be putting her to very hard laborious work!”

I blushed uncontrollably at suddenly being the focus of attention and then was embarrassed that I did. “Well I hope it is not slave labor!”

“Close to it, but not quite.” Then Ernst joked. “But today is all about sightseeing and fun. So let’s get to it!”

Nuri packed a cooler with a picnic lunch as they prepared to go. The horses (fine Arabians all) were waiting outside already saddled and ready to take us on their journey. Ernst insisted on helping me take my mount, though I didn’t really need any help, I graciously accepted his assistance of a leg up. After all, all is fair in love and war I thought as I gave a wink to Mr. Butterfly. I looked down thankfully into Ernst’s sparkling eyes and smiled genuinely. He smiled back. Everyone else took their mounts and off they rode down the tree lined path, to a bridge over the Nile and the on a trail towards the desert.

Once we hit the desert we were able to canter across the sand. It felt so good to be on horse back again. It had been far too long for me. My Arab mare was swift and responsive. I think I was falling in love with her. In no time I could see the Great Pyramid of Khufu looming in the distance and later the Pyramid of Khafre joined it. There were many other horseback riders out and about in the desert, as this has become a popular way to see the pyramids.

Finally, we were also able to see the third Pyramid, Menkaure. But, they were still quite far off. We were hoping that since we left really early in the morning, we would be able to get tickets to get in.

We loped across the sands hurrying to get there. At last we arrived. We gave our beautiful Arab mounts to Nuri’s care and ran up to the ticket taker for Khufu. He still had tickets! Ernst had been in many times before, but offered to give us a guided tour. Ever the gracious host, he also bought our tickets. We saw many very interesting things, including coffins of pharaohs, and took just as many photos.

It was pretty cramped in the pyramid, and once, as Ernst was passing by me and put his hands on my shoulders and brushed my ass with his crotch. He did say excuse me, but I wondered if he could have passed by without touching me all the same. It seemed a bit on purpose to me. Not that I minded.

We finished seeing Khufu and went back outside. We walked over the Sphinx and climbed a few other pyramids before lunch.

Lunch was lamb kabobs on pita with hummus and fresh tomatoes. We also had a thermos of fresh tea. We looked back towards Cairo and it didnt’ seem all that far off. Then we got back on our horses so that we could be back at the house for afternoon siesta.

By the time we returned to the house all of us were completely soaked with sweat and dusted by sand, including the horses. Nuri saw to the animals and Ernst, the young explorer, and I went into the house for baths and siestas.

Around dinner time, I got up, dressed in something cool, and went to the living area to see who else was there. On my way, I ran into Mr. Butterfly and together we proceeded down the hallway. On the sofa was Ernst in rapt discussion with an extremely handsome Middle Eastern looking stranger. Upon seeing us enter, both stood. Ernst quickly introduced the stranger as Dr. Roble Castagno, the entomologist who would be working with Mr. Butterfly. We introduced ourselves. I felt I had better fetch the young explorer’s jaw from the floor where it had dropped. But, he quickly recovered when talk turned to bugs.

Dr. Roble Castagno

“Ah, Dr. Castagno, it is so nice to make your acquaintance. I am sure you will be of tremendous help out in the field since you specialize in Gerridae. Actually I will feel superfluous.” said Mr. Butterfly.

“Why thank you Mr. Butterfly. But please, call me Roble. I am sure I am not needed at all, but I am always glad to be of assistance.”

“Ah, cute and humble too, I like that in a man.” Fortunately, Roble laughed at that comment of Mr. Butterfly’s. “I look forward to working with you Roble.” Then they moved closer and shook hands while maintaining eye contact. It was as if an electric current ran through the room for an instant. I don’t know about Ernst, but I felt like furniture, I was so left out of the picture.

Ernst broke the moment by saying, “Shall we see what is for dinner?”

Photo credit for Ernst and Roble: Brawny Stud

Egyptian Escapade, part 3

Dinner conversation was pleasant and engaging. Mr. Butterfly continued to flirt shamelessly with Roble, who seemed surprisingly receptive and professional all at the same time. Afterwards, there were drinks and music and finally it was time for bed. Mr. Butterfly walked me to my room and we said our good nights. I got into my nightie, got my mystery book and went under the covers to read.

A bit later, there was a soft knock on the door. I said, “Enter.” It was Mr. Butterfly.

“Oh god Sue! I am in love! I am in love with Roble! Did you see him? Is he not gorgeous? And he is an entomologist! He is perfect for me. And I get to be alone with him for a week!” Then he squealed in a girlish tone, that he would never, ever want his friends to hear, but it was okay for my ears only.

By that time he was on the side of my bed leaning towards me. “Yes, he is a real hottie! You are a very lucky man. And he also seems interested in you. That is even better. Luck is on your side my friend.”

“Oh I know. I can’t wait until tomorrow! How can I sleep? I am too excited to sleep! Tomorrow I go on the trip of my dreams with the man of my dreams.” Then he released a deep breath of air.

“Well, you have to try to sleep. You don’t want to be nodding off while he is talking, do you?”

“No. Good point. I’ll go right back to my room and try. Thanks Sue!” Off he went. Good little soldier, off to bed.

* * *

Mr. Butterfly awoke the next morning after tossing and turning all night dreaming about chasing Roble in muddy Nile waters. Roble was always just out of his reach. Then with a big smile, he just slipped through his fingers and away. The young explorer’s bed clothes were a tangled mess when he awoke.

But he got up and dressed for adventure. He and Roble were up way before Sue and Ernst to begin their long drive to the outer areas of the Nile Delta. He hadn’t brought much in the way of collecting gear, since so little was allowed due to security on planes these days. No fluids, no tweezers, no small containers, it was really limiting. All he really had was a note book and pen. Roble was to bring everything else they needed.

Nuri was up and had a quick breakfast prepared for them. Roble showed up shortly. The two entomologists wolfed down their soft boiled eggs and falafel with plenty of hot tea. Then they headed outside to Roble’s shiny new truck. Roble just had to show off his gear to Mr. Butterfly. He had the proper equipment for collecting aquatic insects, waders, and mist nets, everything a boy could want to catch water bugs. Mr. Butterfly ohhed and ahhed as expected and Roble was visibly pleased. Then they hopped into the truck and drove off. Roble knew where he was going generally from being in the Nile Delta area, at least enough to get them to where they were meeting with the boy Odji.

They talked bugs on the way there. Pretty boring stuff if you ask me, but there it is. Of course, they were entranced with the conversation and each other. They drove to a small village with little mud brick houses and Roble pulled in front of one where a good looking boy sat. The boy stood as they stopped and got out of the truck. Roble stepped towards the boy and introduced himself and the young explorer, and the boy said that his name was Odji. Odji called out to the owner of the house and a man came forward from inside to show them in. They grabbed their things from the truck and went into the house.

It was a typical rural Egyptian house. There was a front room for guests, rooms inside for sleeping, and a kitchen and bath in the courtyard out back. Roble and Mr. Butterfly were to share a room and they dropped their stuff in that room. They thanked their host as profusely as was required and then they were on their way with Odji to the Nile to work.

Odji sat in behind them in the truck, where he gave Roble instructions on how to get to the best water strider catching spots. They weren’t all that far from the house. The two men got out of the truck and put their waders on. Roble grabbed the nets and Mr. Butterfly got the collection vials and jars and packed the pockets of his waders with them. He also took his pad of paper and pen and put those into the large inside pocket. Odji sat on the bank and watched. Roble waded into the Nile, looking around for bugs. Mr. Butterfly followed him cautiously.

“Okay, so what hazards do we need to look out for here in the Nile?” asked the young explorer.

“Oh, you mean like crocodiles?”

“What???” said Mr. Butterfly excitedly. “There could be crocodiles?”

“Why of course there could be. You just have to watch out for the telltale slides in the mud to make sure that a female isn’t nesting nearby and going to get angry with you for disturbing her eggs.”

Mr. Butterfly began to sweat and was looking around in all directions frantically. Roble took advantage of the young explorer’s near panic by sneaking up behind him, growling and grabbing him around the waist. Mr. Butterfly shrieked deafeningly and splashed as if a crocodile was really attacking him.

Roble and Odji roared with laughter. “Oh my god! You’ll wake the Pharaohs in their pyramids with that shriek!” Then there was more laughter. Mr. Butterfly had some serious pout on. But he realized that he had been had but good and joined the laughter.

“Seriously, crocodiles are no joke here in the Nile. None have been reported here in years, but we keep our eyes open. Odji is our lookout. If he sees one he will call to us. If we see one, we will run like hell. We might visit areas where there are some, but not today. Sorry I played a joke on you Mr. Butterfly. I apologize. I would never really put your life in jeopardy. Will you forgive me?” and then he batted those big brown eyes at the young explorer.

Mr. Butterfly’s heart melted. “Of course Roble. Let’s catch us some water striders!” So they went back to work and had a very productive and tiring day.

They returned to the house that night exhausted, famished and muddy. They stripped to their under things outside and went straight to the back of the house to shower in the court yard. The owner brought them their towels and clean clothes. The shower was only big enough for one at a time. Pity thought Mr. Butterfly who was always harboring lascivious thoughts. He was hoping to get a glimpse of Roble in his altogether. In no time Roble was finished and out and dressed and it was the young explorer’s turn. He thought about Roble while he was showering. Roble’s nipples were so well defined. His lower lip was so full; it just begged to be sucked on. His breath got deeper as he thought that and his manhood began to get aroused. He could picture those lips sucking on his… He could smell dinner cooking. It smelled wonderful. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He sure didn’t want to use up these good people’s water. So he rinsed off and dried off, dressed and got out of the shower.

Dinner was roast chicken with falafel, hummus, biram ruz (rice casserole) and strong coffee. The guests were polite and made pleasant conversation with their host as would be expected of guests. Mr. Butterfly was clueless, since he only spoke English. He just sat there and smiled and nodded. Every now and then, Roble would translate something that wasn’t really very funny, but the young explorer would laugh dutifully. Finally, it was time to retire and Roble and the young explorer made their way to their room. Odji was going to sleep in the truck bed. Mr. Butterfly was terribly excited to be sharing a room all night with Roble. All night, all alone with the gorgeous Roble. It was a dream come true.

They got to the room and closed the door. There were two low beds with mosquito netting. They faced away from each other and stripped down to their shorts. Then they each got into a bed. The room was dimly lit by a gas lamp.

“Busy day, eh?” said the young explorer trying to make conversation.

“Yes, quite. I’m all in.”

“Don’t be offended, but your surname sounds Spanish.”

“Yes, I think it is. Morocco is very close to Spain. I was raised Catholic also. That is why I wear this antique Crucifix and rosary that has been in my family for years.”

“Yeah? Um, I can’t see it that well from here.”

“Then come over here and take a closer look.” That was the invitation that Mr. Butterfly was waiting to hear.

So Mr. Butterfly got up out of his mosquito netting, walked the few feet to the other man’s netting, got inside and kneeled down on the floor to see the old silver pendant he was wearing. It glittered in the small light available. “It is beautiful. Just like the man wearing it.” Then he leaned forward to kiss Roble.

Suddenly, all hell broke loose. Chickens were squawking, women were screaming, stuff was being knocked over and the door burst open. Two huge men blocked the entry way holding guns. Without hesitation, they shot the Roble and the young explorer in the thighs with darts. Then they chuckled. “We thought we would find you two in way more of a compromising situation than that boys!”

Mr. Butterfly could feel the tranquilizer hotly rushing through his system, and he knew it was a matter of moments before he would lose consciousness. So with a mighty effort, he climbed up next to Roble on the bed and fell into his waiting arms and blacked out.

Photo credits:

• Roble – Brawny Stud
• Odji – So Slowly