"Hey Dan, come here and have a look at this."
Its the year 2003 and a group of archologists have uncovered the tomb of the medallion.
"What is it, another one of your priceless pottery Jack?"
"No I mean it, take a look at this thing. It looks like solid silver." said Jack holding up his presious find.
"Give that here, it can't be real." Dan grumbled as he took the small piece of jewelry. "Well will you look at that, it is real silver. It even has some precious jems embedded in it. Lets get this back to Zach and he'll clean it up for us."
Back at the camp where the three guys were satying with a couple native guides, Carlos and Juan, Zach studied the small jaguar head.
"Guys I think you found something worth a ton back in New York. There are little inscriptions on the back that I just can't quite read." Zach yawned as he noticed that the sun had already set behind the temple. "Its getting late, I'll decipher them tomarrow. Lets get some sleep."
As Jack Got ready to catch some Z's he couldn't help but think about the medallion. And for some strange reason it turned him on. As he sit on his little cot Imagining himself wearing it, he felt his crotch get tight. Smiling he unzipped his jeans and pulled them off along with his boxers. He was glad he had his own tent as he watched his cock expand and harden. The night sounds filled the air and made jack even more hornier. Wrapping his hand around his organ he started to stroke slowly, visions of Dan bathing in the river filled his head.
This came as a shock to him as he had always thought himself to be straight. Still the thought turned him on further and he started to stroke faster. Moaning as he came his thoughts were interupted with images of the necklace he had found earlier. Sighing, he cleaned up his cum and laid down to sleep. Only to dream of Zach as a sleek panther hunting for him, and making love to him.
Zach started to unfold his cot when he had an idea. Usally when he couldn't figure out something like this, like a piece of ancient jewelry, he wear it for a few hours. It worked in the past to refreshen his memory, why not now? He walked over to the table where it lay and strung it around his neck. A feeling like a static jolt went through his body. Figuring it was indeed just static he laid down on his bed and drifted off to sleep.
Dreams of lions and tigers making love to him woke him. He was frightened by the intensity of the dream but also strangly stimulated. His cock strained at his boxers, soaked in precum. As he went done to stroke it, his hand brushed up against his stomach. Startled he pulled his hand away.
What did he feel?