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The Civilized Society
For thousands of years, back to the very beginning of time, the Civilized Society has hidden in and existed along side the other societies of the world. It knows no nationality. Yes, Society members may be American, German, Korean or any other nationality. They are citizens of the countries in which they live, but they are first citizens of the Civilized Society. They are the keepers of truth. The true history of the world has been passed down from generation to generation. Not colored by superstition or pride. The Civilized Society knows the origin of Greek Mythology. They know what really happened during the dark ages. They are the keepers of truth. They know better than to try to convince the rest of the world of the truth. They have been hunted and persecuted during all the ages. Yes, there are really two worlds, the Civilized Society and the Barbarians. Even in the year 2000, they must hide their beliefs and ways of life from the rest of the world.
I entered the addess for the society's web site. No, none of us bookmark it and we always clear our caches after visiting the site. I entered my sign in name and password. The home page came right up. The padlock on my browser was closed so I knew I had a secure connection. I clicked English Version, then the icon for News, and the headlines appeard.
Society Members In Sierra Leone Refuse To Abandon Homes
(Black Society Citizens Doing Their Best To Protect White Society Citizens From Rebel Forces)
Forest Fire In New Mexico, USA, Leaves Many Society Families Homeless
(Fire delibertly set by US Forest Service rages out of control)
(Nearby Society Citizens Open Homes To Society Victims)
New President of Russia Is A Citizen!
United States Presidental Race
(Bush and Gore Still Leaders For Their Parties Nominations)
There were a lot of articles, but nothing else of major importance. I checked the stories from Sierra Leone and New Mexico to see if there was anything I could do to help. The stories said that everything that could be done was being done. I clicked the link for Ceremonies, then the type and scrolled down to USA. Then my state. There was the announcement. David Knight - Peter Morgan: 7:00 PM, and followed by my town and address.
I closed the internet connection and cleared my cache. Having the internet makes getting the news so much easier. I remember when we had to sometimes smuggle news out of a country and pass it by telephone. It was getting late, so I shut off the computer and started getting ready.
Peter looks so beautiful in his new suit. We had matching hand tailored suits made just for tonight. Yes, they were expensive, and Peter will soon outgrow his, but it is worth the expense. This will be one of the most important events in Peter's life. He will remember tonight as long as he lives. He is displaying a maturity far beyond his 13 years as he formally greets each of our guests. I had had so many worries and concerns when he had announced he is ready to become my lover. I was 15 before I was ready to take that step. He has only been my boy for a little over two years. His doctor has assured me he is both physically and mentally ready.
The local Guardian of the Truth has arrived. Of course Peter and I both had to check that he was carrying his book. It is time to begin. Peter looked at me, the question plain in his eyes. I nodded, and he took my hand to lead me to where his parents were seated. They stood and with great formality, Peter and I stood before them. Peter made his formal request in his strong and clear boy's voice for all to hear. I thought the pride I heard in his voice would bring tears to my eyes.
"Mother, Father, you know my man David. It is my desire that he take me as his Student and become my Beloved Guide."
His father turned to me and asked in his most formal voice, "Mr. Knight, is it your wish to accept our son as your Student in the ways of the Civilized Society?"
"It is my desire that Peter become my Beloved Student," I responded.
His mother and father joined hands as his father formally announced, "Peter, your mother and I are pleased to accept your man David as your Guide and lover."
Our Second Man handed me the traditional loaf of bread and little sack of salt to be presented to Peter's mother. Then, the bottle of wine that is the traditional present to a boy's father. "May your house never want for food," I told them, just as my Guide had told my parents. The same blessing that has been handed down by a guide to a boy's parents for thousands of years back to the caves and the very beginning of time. Our Second Man had been chosen with great care. It will be his responsibility to guide Peter if anything should happen to me.
"May you and our son lead blessed lives," Peter's father responded as he placed mine and Peter's hands together.
We turned towards the Guardian for the official blessing.
"Citizen David Knight, do you wish to adopt Peter Morgan as your Student?"
"Yes." I responded,
"Do you promise to continue training him in the ways of the Civilized Society? To instruct him in the true history of the world? To love and protect him into adulthood?"
"I do." I responded.
"Peter Morgan, is it your wish to be adopted by David Knight as his Student and for him to become your Guide?"
"It is." Peter informed the gathering in his clear voice.
"Do you promise to diligently study and follow the ways of the Civilized Society? To love and honor David until adulthood?"
"I do." he responded in a voice as clear as a bell.
"Citizens and young members, it is my honor to now enter the name of Peter Morgan into the book as a full citizen under the protection of David Knight. His name will be sent to all the Guardians of the Truth in the world, to be entered into their books as a citizen of the Civilized Society."
The guests applauded, and Peter and I turned to go to the bedroom to perform the final act that will bond us together. Peter's doctor smiled at us as we passed. I'm not really worried. He has assured me he is here only as a citizen and witness, not as a doctor. I couldn't help but be a little relieved at his being here, just in case. Peter is still a little small for anal sex.
There was no shyness as we undressed. We have seen each other naked so many times. Three or four times a week Peter would spend the evening at my house, overnight when he could. For over a year now we have enjoyed oral sex together every day. Ever since Peter went through puberty. Oh, he had wanted to experiment a little before that, but after his curiosity was satisfied, his interest was satisfied by our having sex once a week or so. He would usually have oral sex with one of the boys or a man at the socials, but that satisfied him. That is until puberty. I had to smile at that. Yeah, puberty had hit him hard, and the first few weeks, Peter just couldn't get enough. It was as if he was trying to make up for all the years he had little interest in sex. No, there isn't a spot on Peters body that I don't know as well as he knows mine. Just this one final act left between us.
Peter crawled onto the center of the bed. I got the tube of lube that was laying on the night stand. I searched deep into Peter's clear brown eyes, searching to make sure he is really ready for this to happen. I found no nervousness there. He smiled at me with a calmness and assurance that I hadn't felt on the night I first joined with my guide.
"I'm ready, David," he told me, "teach me our ways."
I gently applied the lube to Peter's ass. I spread plenty of the slick lube between the cheeks of his beautiful bubble butt. Gently, I worked my fingers deeper and deeper into him, spreading the lube and relaxing his muscles. I had three fingers working inside his channel. Peter shook his shoulder length brown hair away from his face.
"I'm ready, David. Make love to me, please. I want to show you how much I love you."
Peter smiled as I handed him the lube so he could slick my throbbing cock. I was harder than I have ever been before. We wouldn't need any foreplay. We were ready. Peter's dick that my mouth knows so well, was hard against his tummy, framed by his sparse pubic bush. I was afraid his small hands massaging my cock as he spread the lube, would make me shoot my seed before I even got inside him. Yes, Peter and I have had oral sex often enough that he knew I was close. Yeah, he knew just how close. He wasn't going to let me climax without our first becoming lovers. No, this moment is much too important in his life for that to happen.
He pulled my eggs away from my body, and gave a gentle squeeze. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to bring me down a bit. His balls that already threatened to shoot his boy juice, had all but disappeared inside his body. I got behind Peter, and he lifted his legs to his chest. The opening to his love channel was winking open and closed at me.
I lined my dick up with his opening and Peter tensed for just a moment before relaxing and pushing out. The head of my cock slipped into him and we both let out a sigh. I slipped deeper into him and Peter wrapped his legs around me. As I bottomed out inside him, he wrapped his arms around my neck pulling me down for a kiss.
My tongue slipped into his mouth and I savored the fresh clean taste of him as we relaxed and grew used to the new feel of each other. His insides were so tight and silky smooth around my cock. He was so hot and moist there. The tenderness and love I felt flowing from him was overwhelming. Yes, I knew he had been right. He is ready.
Peter bucked his ass against me letting me knew he is ready for us to start fucking. I slowly withdrew all but the head of my cock from his ass. Slowly I pushed back in. Peter moaned as he squirmed under me, trying to find the best position where my cock was putting the most pressure against his prostate.
The groans were soon coming nonstop as we had to speed up our fucking. Peter would tighten his gut and ass muscles as I withdrew from his already tight love channel. Faster my dick worked back and forth inside him as he milked my cock. I needed to cum so bad I was quivering. I knew Peter was close. His face was flushed red just as it gets when his orgasm is ready to start. Peter started trembling as his climax peaked and his cock released his fluid. I couldn't hold back any longer. A long sigh escaped from me to join Peter's high pitched moan. My seed was squirting deep into my lover. The shaking of my body didn't seem to want to stop as I pumped everything my balls held into Peter .
We rested still hooked together. Peter pulled my head down for another kiss. His tongue went into my mouth and he gave a sigh of contentment. Yes, he had been ready for us to become lovers. As we rested hooked together, I reminded Peter that while a Barbarian would often have anal sex with anyone, citizens reserve that only for their lover. Peter sealed his vow with a kiss.
Yes, the society has been very wise in restricting sex. Boys can have oral sex with other boys or men. Girls only with girls or women. Male and female sex is only between husband and wife. Anal sex is only between male lovers. Yes, for thousands of years it has protected us from the problems the Barbarians face. We don't have AIDS. Our girls don't get pregnant before marriage. Our kids aren't sexually frustrated. No, Peter won't have sex with a woman until he is out of school and married, but he won't be deprived either.
I had worried that it was because of his father that he had rushed into being a lover a little early. Most boys wait until they are 14 or 15 to take their man as a lover. Peter tries so much harder than other boys his age. He knows he might have had to be assigned a man because of his parents. The chances of an assigned man and boy ever becoming lovers has to be slim.
I had gone through a period just before I had met Peter, when I was a little lost in my life. My last lover and my son were both the same age, and had been best friends for most of their lives. When they both turned 18 and it was time for them to move on in life, they had decided to room together at Harvard. It can be hard leaving a lover. I know I felt just as bad about losing Gary as my son had felt about leaving his lover. Having a friend that has been through the same thing and can comfort you with sex, helps. Yes, they might decide to become lovers and to live their lives together as a gay couple never to take wives. Oh, I expect they will always have sex together, but I do hope for grandchildren from them both. Of course I hope they decide to also marry, but if they don't, then so be it.
It wasn't long after my son and Gary had left for the university when my wife had suddenly died. It took me a year to get over her death and the loss of Gary. Yes, I was floundering in self pity. I felt it very unfair to lose both my lover and my wife so close together. But, the other citizens were there for me. No, I wasn't deprived of sex. After I lost my wife and Gary, one of our friends along with his lover would drop by for the evening. Yes, there were some nice threesomes.
I'm so lucky to be a Civilized Society citizen. No matter where in the world we go, we are never really alone. In every country there are citizens; someone willing to help and support another citizen in times of need or loneliness. It must be terrible to be a Barbarian and have no one except your own family.
Yes, I floundered around for a while. It wasn't until the Guardian of the Truth was visiting with me and my daughter one evening that I really started coming back to life. My daughter was 22 at the time, and at that age where she should either pick a husband, ask that one be assigned or announce she will not marry in the near future. Well, she had already chosen a nice young man that is a citizen. They had informally agreed to marry in a few years, and as I and his parents didn't object, all that needed to be done was to make it official. When they are ready to marry, the banns will be posted for the Civilized Society, a Barbarian marriage to satisfy the barbaric laws, and then a Civilized Society marriage for the society and the Christian religion of the young couple.
We had finished making the arrangements for my daughter, when the Guardian's wife asked about my plans. She suggested that I place my name on the list to be assigned a wife. I told them I wasn't ready to marry again, and I wasn't even sure if I ever would. It was at that point she recommenced I take Peter as my boy. I admit I had been thinking about taking another boy, but I had decided I wasn't ready. I guess I was just enjoying my self pity too much.
She knew the family as she had trained Peter's mother in the ways of the society. She felt very sorry for Peter. If he didn't soon find a man, his name would have to be placed on the assigned list. For a boy to ask that his name be placed on the list to be assigned a man, is a shame they have to live with all their lives. It leaves a mark that being assigned a wife or husband doesn't leave. I know it has been done in the past, but I have never known anyone that it happened to. I asked what was wrong with the boy and she told me. His father had married outside the society! His mother was a Barbarian!
OK, a converted Barbarian, but still .......... Who knows what barbaric ideas she had taught the boy? Would she someday convince her family to leave the society? Would he someday decide to be a Barbarian? The drugs and freedom from personal responsibilities are a strong draw for some of our younger citizens. Unresponsible sex is something we have to fight against. Too many barbaric girls will spread their legs for anyone! It can be hard on our kids to live side by side with the barbaric kids. They see them blaming all their problems on the society they live in. OK, so a lot of the problems they have are caused by their society, but they take no personal responsibility for their own actions either.
I had always explained to Gary and my son, that most of the problems the barbaric kids face are because their society doesn't allow them to have a man. I would tell them to just try to imagine what it must be like to have to grow up on your own. Not to have a man or a guide that cares about you and is there to love and help you. Yes, they could see the sense of it. Gary would always become more loving after one of those talks.
The more she told me about Peter, the more I thought of the possibilities. Converts to the society aren't really rare. I hear about them often, sometimes whole families, sometimes just a boy, but I didn't really know any. It is so much easier when someone grows up born to the society. They don't have all the barbaric teachings to unlearn. But then; I thought. It had only been a little over 150 years since my own family were Barbarians. Where would I be today if back then no man had taken my forefather as their boy? What would it hurt to at least meet the boy and his family? I asked the Guardian and his wife to introduce us.
We made an appointment to meet the family at their home the following Friday evening. I followed the Guardian's car as we traveled into one of the middle class sections of town. It was a neat and clean neighborhood, with nice little 3 bedroom homes. At first, I was a little surprised that a citizen would be living in that neighborhood. No, not a bad middle class neighborhood at all for a barbaric family, but for a citizen?
Citizens are the professionals; the doctors and lawyers; the engineers and financiers. Most of the world leaders have always come from our ranks. The President of the United States is usually a Civilized Society citizen. As are the leaders of Mexico, Canada, Japan and most other nations. It isn't by accident there hasn't been a war between the major powers since World War II. Yes, for a long while, it did look like Russia and the United States might go to war, but then, enough citizens gained power in both countries to defuse the tensions. Sometimes a citizen gets voted out as happened in the last two US elections. There aren't any sexual scandals in the White House when a citizen is president. But even so, there are enough citizens in both parties, with enough power behind the scenes, to pretty well control things.
Then I remembered what I had been told. Peter's father had married a Barbarian. He probably had chosen to work in the trades. No, there is nothing wrong with the trades. My own grandfather had chosen to be a farmer. There are citizens that choose the trades.
We parked in front of their house and walked up to the door. The door was answered on the first ring by Peter's father. He was clean and well groomed. He invited us in and introduced us to his wife and to Peter. Peter has to be one of the most beautiful boys I have ever seen. We sat in the small living room and visited with Peter hovering beside his father as he stared at me.
Peter's father and mother were a little nervous as we talked. I really did understand their fears of not finding a man for their son. Peter's whole life could be ruined by his not having a proper Civilized Society upbringing. They bragged on how well Peter was doing in school and told me a little about his interests. Of course I had expected he would do well in school. All members of the society do. Peter was just the shy 10 year old in front of his parents. His dad suggested he show me his room, and Peter walked over and took my hand as he led the way.
The expression on his little face was very serious as we walked down the short hallway to his room. He stood at the doorway and politely ushered me in.
"Thank you." I told him as I entered his small room.
Peter followed me in, standing quietly near the door. I glanced around the room and it was neat and clean. There were a few stuffed animals on his bed and shelves. A TV and VCR were near his computer. No, he wasn't being deprived in that way.
"What do you and your friends like to do?" I asked him.
He hung his head and whispered as he replied, "I don't have any society friends. I don't know anyone but Barbarians. We go to society outings sometimes, and the boys are always very nice to me, but they all have men or are dating, and we don't have anything in common. I have to go with the little kids when they start to play. They treat me like a little kid because I don't have a man. I don't really know any of those boys."
My heart broke for this little boy. To be an 10 year old member of the Civilized Society and not have any society friends? How in the world did his parents ever expect for him to find his man? He was almost 11. Most boys take a man by age 8 or 9. Yes, it was quite probable that Peter's name would have to go on an assign list soon, unless he chose not to have a man. Yes, it happens sometimes. Some boys don't want a mentor. Some are happy without any man but their fathers to lead them by example. But, it is harder than when they have another man in their lives. A man that is like a god-father, a friend, a teacher, and yes, if the boy wants, even a sex partner. Yes, a boy can do without a man, but the experience of the society has proven over and over that a boy does so much better in life if he has a good Civilized Society start without the pressures the Barbarian kids go through.
"Well, what do you like to do with your barbaric friends?" I asked.
His face lit up as he rushed to his shelves and got a box. He sat cross legged in the middle of his bed as he emptied out the box. I sit on the edge of the bed as he showed me the cards. Peter had turned into a normal enthusiastic 10 year old.
"We play Poke'mon!" he exclaimed. "Do you know how to play?" he excitedly asked.
"No," I admitted, "I've heard of it, but I don't know how to play. Would you teach me?"
For the next 45 minutes, Peter tried to teach me the game. I don't think anyone over the age of 13 can really understand it. Finally, I glanced at my watch and told him it was time for me to be going.
His eyes got a little misty as he asked, "Will you come back some time?"
Oh, I admit I had enjoyed our time together. Peter is a great kid.
"If it is OK with your parents, would you like to go do something with me tomorrow?" I asked.
His face brightened as he asked, "You mean like a date to see if we like each other?"
"Yeah," I replied, "like a date."
Peter took my hand and skipped all the way back to the living room. He gripped my hand tight as we asked his parents permission to date. He was in their laps giving them hugs and kisses before the word yes had hardly escaped from them. It was plain to see they loved their son and wanted only the best for him. The Guardian and his wife were both obviously pleased.
As I was getting ready to walk out the door, Peter almost knocked me down in his enthusiasm to give me a hug. I hugged him tight against me before turning him loose. As soon as the door opened, it was plain that his parents had taught him well on how to act in the barbaric world. He walked me to my car the same as a barbaric child would walk an adult family friend to his.
Peter stood at the curb waving as he called out, "See you tomorrow, David."
Peter moved under me, drawing my attention back to the present.
"What were you thinking about?" he asked.
"You." I replied.
"I was just thinking about our first date," he informed me with a grin. "Man, was I scared you wouldn't want to go out with me again."
"There was never any chance of that happening after we first met. You had me wrapped around your finger that first night."
He stretched up and kissed me, before we slowly parted. My soft dick slipped from his ass with a soft pop. Peter giggled when he heard that, and I had to smile. We had a quick shower before dressing once again in our matching suits. I have never seen anyone radiate joy as Peter did when we returned to our families and guests.
His mother and father only had time for a quick hug before the Guardian of the Truth called the witnesses to order, to give Peter his official congratulations.
My mind flashed back to the first vows I had given Peter. They were very simple, with only Peter, myself and his parents appearing before the Guardian.
"Citizen David Knight, do you promise to train Peter Morgan in the ways of the Civilized Society?" the Guardian had asked.
"I do." I had responded.
That was all. Less than one minute to become Peter's man.
Everyone applauded and started congratulating Peter as my thoughts returned to the present. No, it isn't necessary to take a Guide to become a citizen. He could wait until he is 18 and no longer in need of a protector. No, it doesn't even have any real benefits except to protect the boy in case his protector should die before he is 18. Much as a barbaric marriage protects a widow and children. Yes, now he is protected as well as my own wife and children would have been. Now Peter's future is protected.
As the crowd around him thinned to just the younger folks, I noticed he was careful to pay just as much attention to the ones who are still boys, as he did to the new group he now belongs to. Most of the Student group are older than Peter; they are mostly 14 to 18 years old, but they are now his peer group. I noticed he was huddled with that group for quite a while. No doubt comparing the powers of different lovers. He still managed to find the time for a game of Poke'mon with the boys group before the guests started leaving.
Yes, he is still young enough that he can be a part of both groups for a while yet. No, he won't have to give up oral sex with any friend that is still a boy. He just has to wait now for the boy to ask him for sex. He can no longer ask a boy. No, now he can only ask a man or another student, never again a boy. Just as a man cannot ask a boy or a student for sex, but only another man. Peter knows that is part of his journey to becoming a man. Protect the boys. Provide for their needs, but don't initiate anything. Protect the young of the society.
Yeah, even across the room I could tell Peter was
enjoying his new status and the awe of his friends in the boys group. I
couldn't help but let my mind wander back all those years to where it was
me sitting with a group of boys, our heads close together, as I was telling
them what it felt like to receive my lover's cock.
To Be Continued
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