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 5

    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 and Jamie met a boy from Singapore that they became close friends with. The boy's man is a computer security specialist and had written the encryption program used by the Society's web site. He didn't go so far as to say it couldn't be broken, but he did tell me that as a test, specialists in both the Russian and U.S. governments had tried and failed.

    We had a very relaxing week at the resort, and both Peter and I regretted when it was over. As we flew back home, Peter told me of his plans for school. He has decided to aim for MIT, so he will be taking a lot of math.

    Peter tried to find Leon once we got home. He stopped by Leon's house one evening, and was told that Leon no longer lived there. School started and Peter buckled down to a heavy work load.

    It was just after the New Year, and Peter was at the computer studying trigonometry, getting ready to start back to school as soon as his break was over. I was sitting on the couch re-reading James Michener's "Alaska." It is a good book, and I do enjoy most of his writings. Of course, I skip read over the parts where the ancient history is wrong. When the phone rang, I got up to answer.

"Hello." I spoke into the handset.

"Hello," I heard. "this is Kenneth Hennessee. Is this David?"

"Yes, it is. How are you Kenneth? It's been a long time."

     I didn't know Kenneth well. I knew he is about my age, and like me a widower. We had spoken at some of the socials, but his student had graduated last year and we no longer travel in the same circles.

"I'm fine, thank you. What I called about; aren't you Peter Morgan's Guide?"

"Yes, I am." I told him as I wondered what was up.

    "I have taken a Barbarian boy as my lover. I've gotten special dispensation and gone into reclusion from Society and socials. Of course the boy knows nothing about the Society, as he isn't yet ready. He still has some problems to work out before he is at that stage."

 I wondered why he was telling me this. I'm not a close friend of his and we have never had sex. I don't know anything about barbaric boys.

    "The kid is really messed up," Kenneth continued, "the Barbarian that introduced him to sex was just using him. He got the kid drunk and the kid thought he was just a friend sharing his booze. The kid was drunk and on some drug called Ecstacy when the Barbarian took him anally. Then for months the Barbarian kept supplying him with liquor and drugs to keep him having sex. When the Barbarian was through with him, he just moved away leaving the kid. I caught him trying to shoplift some beer while I was shopping at the supermarket. He offered to let me fuck him if I would let him go. I brought him home with me instead, after I found out he was homeless."

    "The boy liked the sex, but he was filled with guilt for liking it, so he would drink more. Dr. Martinez has been treating him for the alcoholism and has checked him for sexual diseases. He is clean of those, thank God. I have spoken to Dr. Peterson about him, but he says in his experience dealing with barbaric kids like this, it will take years of therapy."
"What can I do to help," I asked Kenneth.

 "He has a photo he looks at often. It is of his baseball team and is part of his problems. He feels he let the team down. I recognized your student Peter in the photo."

"What is the boy's name," I asked.

"Leon Burkhalter," Kenneth replied.

"Yes, we know him. Peter has been very worried about Leon."

Peter looked up with his face full of questions at the mention of Leon's name.

"Kenneth, Peter is here with me now. Let me put you on the speaker phone." I flipped the switch, before continuing, "Okay, Peter can hear you now. I'm talking to Mr. Hennessee, Peter. How can we help, Kenneth?"

"Peter, are you a friend of Leon Burkhalter's?"

"Yes, I am, Mr. Hennessee. Is Leon alright?"

    "I'll let David explain the situation to you. I'll just say Leon needs friends right now. David, I know this is asking a lot, and I will understand if you don't feel you can do it. Dr. Peterson feels the best treatment for Leon is to know other boys that are sexually involved with men. Like I told you, he isn't ready to know about the Society, but he needs to know there are other boys like him."

"Of course we'll do it," Peter spoke up.

    "Don't be so fast, Peter," Kenneth injected. "You and David talk it over. There are a lot of things to consider, and there are risks involved in letting a Barbarian know about you. Leon might want to have sex with you. What then? You can't have sex with a Barbarian and then go to a social! Are you both willing to recluse yourselves from Society? No, talk it over with your guide before you decide."

    I promised Peter and I would talk it over, and I would call him back within the next day or two. Even as we hung up the phone, I could tell Peter's mind was already made up. Yes, the determin- ation was plain in his eyes. My only real concern was how I would handle reclusion. I have spent my whole life in the Society.

    Peter does enjoy the socials, and I admit I don't mind taking care of a boy's needs for him. Then there is the fact that Gary and my son were both back. They had each married and built homes next to each other. Gary comes over for an evening once in a while. Yes, Peter and I had spent some very enjoyable evenings with Gary as we all had oral sex, and I would miss those.

    All I had to do was look into Peter's eyes. I picked up the phone and called Kenneth. We agreed to go to Kenneth's house the next morning. Kenneth said he wasn't going to tell Leon who was coming over, only that a boy and his man lover would be dropping by. He was concerned Leon might not meet with us if he knew it was Peter.

    We drove through the cold dreary January morning over to Kenneth's house. The trees had all lost their leaves, and the grass was brown. Yes, a fitting day for reclusing yourself from the Society. We had called the Guardian and given our notification. Peter's parents weren't too happy with our decision. Yes, I too was concerned as to how this would effect Peter's future in the Society.

    We pulled up to the gates of Kenneth's house and pressed the button on the security box. The gates swung open, and I drove up to the front door. Kenneth was standing at the door by himself. He stretched out his hand to me and we shook. He shook Peter's hand and clasped him on the shoulder.

"Thank you," he told us. "It takes real friends to do this for a Barbarian."

"No more than what you are doing for him," I replied.

Kenneth nodded his head and lead us into his home.

"Leon is in the game room."

    Kenneth led the way and stood to the side as he opened the door. Peter entered first but I was only one step behind him. Leon looked up, and his mouth dropped open.

"Hi, Leon," Peter told him.

"NO! I don't believe it! It's a fucking trick," cried Leon.

"Don't believe what," asked Peter.

"That you are fucking anyone, especially your own uncle," retorted Leon.

"David isn't my uncle. He's my g... lover." Peter told him.

"I don't believe it. You're too good to ever have had a man's cock up your ass. Prove it. Let Kenneth fuck you, then I'll believe it," Leon challenged.

"I can't! I've given my vow. Only David can do that to me." Peter quickly exclaimed. "Besides," he continued in a calmer voice, "we don't fuck. We make love. I'll give Mr. Hennessee a blow-job if that would satisfy you, or I'll make love to David."

"He's not your uncle? He has been around ever since I have known you," Leon asked in a bewildered voice.

"No, he's not my uncle. David has been my man since I was 10 years old."

"And your mom and dad know?"

"Yes," Peter answered.

"Shit! Mine kicked me out when all they thought was that I'm a drunk and was stealing their booze! No! I don't believe any of this. It's just too good to be true. Life isn't like that. It slaps you down and then just keeps kicking and kicking and kicking!"

    Peter walked over to me and started unfastening my belt. I wasn't too sure about this. I've never made love in front of anyone before. Sucking someone off is different. But making love in front of an audience?

Peter nuzzled my neck and whispered, "We have to."

Peter turned to Kenneth and asked, "Do you have any jelly or lubrication, Mr. Hennessee?"

"I'll get if for you, Peter, and I think it would be alright for you to call me Kenneth."

"Alright, sir, Kenneth it is," Peter told him smilingly.

    Peter and I got undressed, and he was still trying to get me up when Kenneth returned. He handed to tube to me. I just couldn't seem to be able to get hard knowing we would be making love in front of an audience. Peter took my limp dick in his mouth and started sucking as he tried to get me up.

"I'll wait out in the hall. I know this is a very private act," Kenneth told us.

"That's alright, you don't have to do it," Leon said in a very resigned voice, "I believe you guys do it."

My dick sprung up fast and hard. I was aching for more when Peter took his mouth away.

Leon started nervously laughing and said, "I guess maybe you had better finish him off, Peter."

    Peter quickly slurped my hard-on back into his mouth and I was soon fucking into his mouth as he worked his tongue and sucked my cock. Peter's hands went to my butt cheeks, and mine were clasped around his head. We hadn't had sex last night or this morning, so I needed to cum bad. We were on a downward stroke with my dick all the way down Peter's throat and his nose in my pubic hairs, when I had to tense. Peter slipped off my dick holding just the fat head in his mouth. I had to moan as I squirted out the cum I had been saving up. Peter let my dick slip from his mouth, but he keep licking all over it to make sure he hadn't missed one drop of cum. He looked over at Leon and licked the corners of his mouth, looking for all the world like a cat that had just finished a bowl of cream.

"Mmmmmm, yummy!" he exclaimed.

    Peter stood and his hard-on was swaying back and forth. I dropped to my knees and caught his swinging dick with my mouth. Leon gave a nervous giggle as I slurped it down. Peter needed to get off as bad as I had. He would have normally cum twice by this time of day. Normally, he would have gotten off last night, and then again this morning. Peter tensed and gave a long groan. No, it wasn't long at all before his nuts were pumping his goodies into my mouth.

    Peter pulled his dick from my mouth and we glanced over at Leon. He looked as if he were about to cry. Kenneth had been watching me and Peter. When I glanced at him and then back at Leon, Kenneth rushed to him and wrapped his arms around Leon's shoulders.

"Leon," I asked, "did my sucking off Peter upset you?"

Leon sniffled and shook his head no, trying his best to keep from crying.

    "That bastard that used to fuck me, and yes Peter, we fucked. There was no love about it. That bastard never once got me off. I always had to jack myself off. Even when I was living on the street and giving men blow-jobs so I could eat, none of them cared about me. No one ever cared about me until Kenneth gave me a home. He is the only one to ever suck me off, and I had asked him to let me suck him. Yes, Peter, I understand when you say you don't fuck; you make love. Kenneth makes love to me when I ask him too."

    "That is the way it is supposed to be," Peter told him. "Our men care about us. They aren't going to take advantage of us, but they wait until we ask for sex." Peter gave a little laugh. "David never has to wait very long. No, Leon, I know I'm loved for me, not just sex. I'm sure Kenneth loves you too."

"I do love him, Peter," Kenneth informed us, "and it hurts me to see Leon hurting."

    The tears flowed from Leon's eyes and the three of us gathered around him trying to offer comfort. Yes, I think Leon started getting well as the tears started washing away the barbaric world he had known.

To Be Continued
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