The Civilized Society
By: Joe Camp
Copyright 2000

Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy that takes place in the present. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex between men and boys. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and children.

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The Civilized Society

Part 4

    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.


    Peter started the 9th grade that fall, and of course he did well in school. He hasn't yet decided what he wants to do in life. His father works as a foreman in his father-in-law's construction firm. He has told Peter it is up to him what he does with his life. He will support whatever Peter chooses. Peter's Barbarian grandfather is pushing him to come into the family business. He keeps telling Peter that one day it will all be his.

    I think Peter has his heart set on going to MIT and becoming an engineer. He has the grades and intelligence for it, but he is concerned his parents can't afford to send him. I told him I intend to pay half his costs the same as I did for Gary, but he was still worried the other half would be a strain on his family. I told him it wouldn't bother me to cover more than half.

   Gary, my son and my daughter are all taken care of financially. My son will be joining his grandfather in his law firm. The firm will be his inheritance from his mother's family, as his grandfather inherited it from his father.

    My daughter inherited her mother's blue chip stocks. They have come down from her great-great-grandmother. There are a few strings attached to the inheritance. It must be kept intact. Stocks can be sold, but they must be replaced by other blue chip stocks. The principal can not be withdrawn, only the dividends. The stock must be passed down to the closest female relative. With all the stock splits that have happened over the years, the dividends on her portfolio give her about $10,000 a month, so she devotes her time to charities.

    Gary will be joining his father in their stock brokerage, so they are all settled. I had been hoping one of them would come into the accounting firm with me, but that wasn't to happen. Maybe a grandchild will join me.

    Peter had asked for a new ball glove as his Christmas present from me. He had hit a growth spurt just before he turned 14, and it seemed as if he outgrew everything almost overnight. His parents gave him a pair of rollerblades, and he didn't want anything I gave him to out shine his parents gift. Peter is so thoughtful that way.

    He had worked that glove hour after hour breaking it in and applying oil for weeks before he was satisfied with it. At try outs, his old coach tried to put together basically the same team they had last year. Of course, Peter had no trouble making the team and keeping his position as 3rd baseman.

    I had arrived at his house a little early for the first game of the season. It was a fine day for a ball game. There had been a gentle shower during the night that left everything fresh and clean. The flowers were in bloom and the leaves on the trees were shiny green. The grass had that fresh smell that makes you glad to be alive. Of course, the thought of seeing Peter in his baseball uniform might have had something to do with it. I admit I love the way those tight pants show off his bubble butt.

    I visited with his parents in the living room as Peter got ready for the game. We were talking about the team and how it looked good this year for them to go all the way to the finals. They had a lot of talent returning from last year's team and they had done well.

"David," Peter called down the hallway, "I need some help, please."

His mother smiled and his father muttered, "I bet I know what kind, too," as I started towards his room.

Peter was facing away from me as I slipped into his room and shut the door behind me.

He slowly turned around with that impish grin he has and told me, "These pants are too tight. Help me out, please." His hard-on was sticking out the fly of his pants.

    I dropped to my knees, and my mouth was soon full of his hard rod. My hands went to his butt and I massaged his melon cheeks as he humped into me. It didn't take too long before his load was erupting from his dick. Peter finished dressing and we were soon on our way.

As Peter and I were climbing into the back seat of his parents car, his father asked him, "Are you going to be able to make it through the game now?"

Peter just smiled as his mother turned and grinned at him. "Yeah, I think so," he told his father.

    Yes, it was a wonderful day for a ball game. The bleachers were full of spectators for both teams. The game was against a team that Peter's team had lost to last year. They also had their star players return for this season.

     It was a great game. All through the first innings, the score had stayed close. It was the bottom of the last inning, and Peter's team was in the lead by one run. The score stood at 4 to 3, but the other team was up to bat. The bases were loaded with only one out, and we could all but see the winning runs touching home plate. The batter up for the other team had led the league in home runs last year.

    Thomas threw the ball, but we all knew he was tired. A collective groan escaped from our team's fans as the solid crack of the bat connecting with the ball was heard. It was a line drive hit headed low right at Peter. All the runners had left their bases headed for home. The ball landed neatly in Peter's glove. It didn't seem he had hardly moved as the ball was whizzing past the runner to be caught by Leon at home plate. The runner tried to make it back to 3rd base, but Leon fired the ball back to Peter. The runner reversed and the ball was in Leon's glove. Back to Peter as they closed in on the runner. He finally had to just give up and allow himself to be tagged. Peter and Leon were doing a victory dance as the rest of their teammates rushed onto the field to celebrate.

    I treated the team to a victory celebration at Pizza Hut. Peter is the only citizen on the team, and his Barbarian teammates think I'm his uncle. Peter and Leon couldn't stop prancing in the joy of the play. They kept telling each other how bad they were as the high fives keep running through the team.

    The team did very well that year. They made it into the finals even though their star catcher Leon Burkhalter, had to miss the last few games. They lost by two runs. Of course the team was disappointed, but we all kept reminding them there would be next year. Once we were alone, I hugged Peter hard and told him how proud I was of him before giving him a kiss. It was the first time the team had even made it to the finals.

    I was at the mall with Peter a few weeks after the finals game. We were headed from the parking lot into the mall when a car slowly drove by us. The passenger side was closest to us, so I'm sure I couldn't be wrong. Leon Burkhalter was in the passenger seat. He ducked his head, but I'm sure it was him and that he recognized me and Peter. Leon had that slack face look of a person that is drunk. I glanced at Peter and he had a very puzzled look on his face. Yes, he had seen Leon too.

"What's wrong with Leon?" He asked me in a puzzled voice. "Every time I have tried to called him he hasn't been home, and the one time he was he said he couldn't talk. Who's that man he is with?"

"I don't know," I told Peter. "It looked to me as if he had been drinking. I think he is drunk. Peter, you know Leon is a Barbarian. All you can do is try to be his friend and be there for him."

    Peter was really upset by what he had seen. He called Leon's house several times a day, but Leon was never home. He even tried dropping by a few times in the evenings, but he never saw Leon. He finally gave up the night before we were to leave on our vacation.

    We would be taking our vacation at the resort again. Peter checked with Jamie as to the dates they would be there and we made our reservations. Peter's parents drove us to the airport and waited with us until time to board our plane. He hugged his mother goodbye, and promised his father to be good. We handed our boarding passes to the man at the door of the jetway, and settled into our seats to enjoy the trip.

    As we were clearing Mexican Customs, Jamie and Benton were there to greet us. They had ridden in on the resort's shuttle just to meet us. We had a wait of about 20 minutes as the shuttle was to meet another plane coming in. Jamie and Peter got off in a corner by themselves and had their heads close together all the while. Benton and I visited as the boys whispered their secrets to each other. I really didn't see how they could find that much to say, as they write each other all the time.

    Peter and Jamie sat close together on the ride to the resort. It was pretty obvious they were having a hard time keeping their hands to themselves. I didn't really blame Peter. Jamie has shot up too, and is no longer a skinny kid. He has really started beefing out and developing into a fine looking young man. His bare legs coming out of his shorts did look good. It must be the basketball he plays.

    Jamie has decided he is going to be a serious writer. He had submitted one of his works to a UK wide contest and had won first place. He had also written a short story about a barbaric boy growing up gay. It was very good, and you could feel the concern Jamie has for the barbaric gay boys growing up in their society. I'm so glad our boys don't have to worry about their sexuality until later in life, when they are older and better able to handle the problems of the world.

Benton excused himself and wandered off as I and Peter signed in at the desk.

Peter didn't exactly try to be quiet as he announced, "I'm a white."

"Si, Senior Morgan. I noticed that. Congratulations." The desk clerk told Peter as he handed him a white bracelet.

"Thank you." Peter responded. He slipped on his white bracelet as Jamie pulled his blue from his pocket and slipped it onto his wrist.

    Peter turned to me and announced, "We'll be in the blue and white room if you need me." With that they were gone, leaving me to finish checking in. Oh, don't get me wrong. Peter spends plenty of time with me while we are at the resort, but he does enjoy the friends he has made there too. It is very relaxing to be able to let our guards down, knowing everyone around us is a citizen.

    I followed the porter to our suite, and settled in as Peter got caught up with Jamie. I was standing at the big window of our living room looking out at the tropical vegetation. It is easy to tell we are no longer in the good ol' USA. Peter entered and wrapped his arms around my waist hugging my back. I placed my hands on top of his and gently leaned back into him.

"Hi, Guide," he said, "have I told you lately how much I love you?"

"Well," I responded, "not since we left your house this morning."

"Oh, I'm sorry, that is much too long."

"Now what brought this on," I asked.

"I want my guide to make love to me."

"Didn't you just get off with Jamie," I asked a little concerned. I wondered if something had happened between them.

"Yeah," Peter sighed. "But now I need my guide. Jamie told me he has asked Benton to be his guide. They are going to wait until they get back home for their ceremony, but it made me think about how much I love you. I need for you to make love to me."

    I turned in his arms and we stood hugging and rocking each other a while before moving into our bedroom. Peter slowly undressed me, pausing as he unbuttoned each button of my shirt to place a kiss on my exposed chest. As my shirt slipped from my arms, I reached for the tail of his pull-over.

    I placed a kiss on each of his shoulders, then nuzzled his neck. Peter moaned, and I could tell this was going to be a very intense love-making session. Peter kicked of his shoes without moving the least bit away from my mouth as I nibbled at his collarbone. I kissed up his neck and Peter tilted his head to give me better access.

    I unbuckled his belt as I kissed up the side of his cheek. As I pulled down his zipper and his pants dropped, he was fumbling with my belt. Peter turned his head and our lips locked in a deep searching kiss. My pants fell around my ankles, and I did something I don't do. I didn't want to turn loose of Peter, so I stepped out of my shoes without untying them.

    Peter moved away from me and jerked down his boxers. He lay on the bed and reached for the tube of complimentary lubrication the resort had provided. Not once did he take his eyes off mine. I pulled down my briefs and got between Peter's legs.

    He slicked my dick without breaking contact with my eyes. His eyes were pleading with me. Pleading for me to feel the same intense love and need that he felt. I didn't look away from him as I got him ready. I tried to tell his eyes how much he means to me too.

    Peter rested his legs on my shoulders. I broke our gaze only long enough to get started into him. I noticed his dick was laying limp. Our eyes once again connected as I gently pushed into Peter's willing butt hole. Slowly and gently I pushed all the way in. Peter's expression never changed; only the longing need for his guide's love.

    Slowly I started making love to my student. I pulled out of Peter until just the head of my cock was left inside him. Slowly I pushed back in until my pubic bush was crushed flat between us. Slowly I would start withdrawing. Peter would raise his ass to meet my inward thrusts. He would relax as I bottomed out inside him. His muscles would tighten around my dick as I slowly withdrew.  When I would start back into him, we would repeat the whole cycle.

    Finally, Peter closed his eyes and laid his head back as far as he could. His hands grabbed my arms and he clutched me as tight as he could. His breathing was little sobs, then screams. The screams that came from him released my own climax and my cum erupted from my nuts to be thrust into Peter. As my own climax waned, I noticed the cum was dribbling from Peter's soft dick. I don't think he ever got hard.

    No, we hadn't had sex. What we had that day was something spiritual and much deeper. I was sure Peter's screams had been loud enough to be heard in the hallway. I was thankful that anyone that might have heard them would be a citizen and know them for what they were.

To Be Continued
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