Date: Fri, 26 Mar 2021 00:22:42 +0000
From: encolpius1@protonmail.com
Subject: In the Valley of the Boys 3

			 IN THE VALLEY OF THE BOYS
				    By
				 Encolpius

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					THREE

	I met with the members of the Coyote Creek Social Club to tell them
about running for Judge.  There are only a couple of hundred of us but I
wanted to lay out my case, especially since Social Club members aren't
going to be fans of Judge Sorenson anyway.  The thing that made me want to
run - getting a citation for illegal assembly after a little get togeher
with the boys - was something I thought they would understand.  My position
was simple: the government of Deseret has turned its back on us.  We owe
them nothing.  When they find a man or boy that's gay and resists the
re-education, they put them on a bus and they get off in front of our
courthouse - and the government doesn't do shit to help us deal with it.
We are a ghetto in the picturesque Rocky Mountains and we are getting
overcrowded.  Why go along with their shit?

	There are no bars in Coyote Creek, None.  Why?  Because public
service of alcohol is illegal in Deseret except within the city limits of
Las Vegas, aka Sin City.  There are a few private social clubs like ours
where you can get together and have a drink, and a few illegal bars that
the Sheriff sometimes ignores and sometimes doesn't.  You can't even get a
cup of coffee at the diner.  Homosexuality is also illegal in Deseret.  So,
even though every single person here is queer, we have to pretend like we
aren't a community of men with absolutely no women at all.  Yeah, we have
children, but the children are all boys that have been found to be
genetically predisposed to be gay and were then caught acting on it.

	So, why are we bothering?

	It was a tougher sell than I thought.  The members were sympathetic
but unwilling to join in.  Judge Sorenson and his lover Tom Kimball, who is
the mayor, are a powerful force in the area.  The men in that room were the
economic and political elite of Coyote Creek and they don't want to get on
Sorenson and Kimball's bad side.  They won't be with me unless they think I
can succeed.  I'm going to have to build popular support before they come
along.  Even then, they might not because they all expect Sorenson and
Kimball to do whatever they have to, fair or foul, to stay in power.

	And like Carl said: I have a problem.  I need a sympathetic
candidate for mayor.  Becoming judge might satisfy my ego, but that by
itself won't get much accomplished.  All that would happen is that one
older rich dude would get replaced with another.  From more corrupt to less
but still, what difference would it really make for all the guys here that
aren't rich?  That are struggling?  None.

	So I went around to various businesses in town, searching for
support.  I could tell people weren't happy with the way things were, but
they didn't believe I could or would make a difference.  It was frustratng.
I may have started this just because I was ticked off but I was beginning
to see how much things needed to be shaken up.

	Not having made much progress, I went to the sorting.  The sorting
is where the new adult arrivals find work, and where the minor adult
arrivals find guardians.  I am always willing to hire help, but farm work
is different from running a gallery or being a stockbroker. They went
through the half dozen or so adults and I wasn't paying attention after
that.  I was mostly thinking about my campaign.  Then I saw the boy.

	Benjamin Brunson

	Nine and he looks it.  Small.  He looks like he's lost in the
world, like he's right on the verge of crying but holding back.  He's
trying to be a brave boy for someone, perhaps his mother who is now removed
from his life forever.  The kid is a looker: his jet black hair over skin
the color of ivory, unmarred except for the freckles splashed across his
nose.  As soon as I saw him, I was attracted.  I announced I would take his
guardianship.  There were no objections and no one willing to try to outbid
me.  I paid the 500 credits and did the paperwork.

	As I drove him to the farm, he looked up at me and asked "If I'm
good, can I go home?"

	"I'm afraid that's not how it works, Benjamin.  I'm sorry, but you
are going to have to stay with me" I said "But I think you'll like it.
There are other boys and you can have fun.  Pretty soon, you'll be used to
it here and it'll be better"

	He nodded and said "Yeah, Mr Tarant" but I could see his heart was
not in it.

	The farm is nearer to the small town of Byrne than Coyote Creek,
convenient so that I can load my product onto the train for transport to
Sin City.  But it is remote, and even after exiting the main road it's a
long journey to the main house and the boy's bunkhouse.

	The boys were excited, especially the younger ones.  The older ones
acted cool and indifferent about a little-dicked boy, about a new friend.
The younger boys craved whatever excitement they could get.  Their lives
were a little bit of work and then total freedom to be boys.  They were a
wicked, devilish, rambunctious and loud bunch and Benjamin was a bit
overwhelmed and shy at first.

	I felt like young Joshua could be his mentor.  Of course, I had
designs on the boy.  Of course I did.  The youngest boys sleep in the main
house and I gave him the spare room, assuring him that all would be well. I
put him down for bed time but went back later to check on him.  He was
softly crying, grieving the life that was gone.  I got into the bed and
hugged him and reassured him until he fell asleep.  I was patient.  It
takes a boy a little while to get used to his new life.

	I thought Joshua would be a good mentor to Benjamin.  Sure enough,
he took to being a big brother readily enough.  After a couple of days,
Benjamin seemed happier and more in the groove of things.  At that point, I
knew he needed to take the next step.  I asked them to come up to my
bedroom with me.

	"Come on Ben" Joshua said eagerly. "We're going to do sex!"

	Ben looked shy all of a sudden. Looking down, ashamed.  When I
asked him if he had been doing sex with Joshua, he nodded and then looked
up with big blue eyes, frightened.

	"Good!"  I said "Boys ought to do sex as much as they can.  All the
time"

	By the time the boy made it to my bedroom, he seemed happier.
Joshua was definitely eager.  He had been there before.

	"You think he's sexy, doncha Big Daddy?"  That's what the boys call
me. "Show him your dick, Ben!"

	"It's small!" Ben protested

	Joshua was having none of it.  He undid his pants and yanked them
down, clumsily pulling down his briefs and liberating his hard, hairless
cocklet, which stuck straight out from his body.  He shouted "See!" and
began to move his hips, trying to flop it around like a helicopter.  Ben
giggled and followed suit, aping his new big brother, causing me to spring
a woody seeing his junior sized tool. also hard and sticking straight up, a
thin pencil over small grapes, perfectly hairless.

	"You want to see mine?"  I asked

	"Is it big?"  Ben asked, stopping his wiggling and asking big-eyed.
I pulled down my pants and liberated my thick, hard cock.  Ben started
grinning broadly. "It *is* big!"

	"He's all hairy too!"  Joshua said, diving on the bed

	Ben followed suit and I had a pair of squirming wiggle worms all
over me, laughing and poking as we struggled to remove our clothes.  The
boys were a lean and perfect delight, so sexy in their smallness, and were
soon up all over me, wanting to wrestle.  Ben ran his hands through my
chest hair and grinned.  He looked over at Joshua, his new hero, who began
to hold his cock and make shooting noises like it was a gun.  Ben took that
up too and they were both shooting me with their little things that did
not, in fact, shoot anything at all.  After a bit of shooting, I reached up
and gathered them both down to me, their velvet skin and hard, bony bodies
against mine.

	"Lick it, Ben!"

	"Really?"

	"You can suck it!  He likes it!"

	Ben giggled, sticking out his rough tongue and running it up the
piss vein of my sensitive prick from the root to the tip.  When he was
done, he sat up and looked proud.

	"Like this!"  Joshua said, grabbing my dick and putting it his
mouth, the head mostly.

	Joshua, after 6 months, has really begun to learn the skills of a
cocksucker. I know he gets generous practice with the older boys and he
finds his way to me fairly often as well.  He is less of cuddler than some
others of his age, more of a daredevil boy.  Despite his young age, he
clearly craves cock.  He used his tongue and it felt good, but was
interrupted when Ben wanted to do it too.  Ben, apparently less skilled,
had to be reminded to mind his teeth.  I suspected he was exiled on the
flimsiest of reasons as he really seemed fairly innocent, but I could tell
that the Deseret authorities had him marked correctly as queer.  Puberty
will one day hit them both and I can't wait to see how it plays out.
Joshua will graduate to being an aggressive top, I think, and I wonder
about Ben.

	I luxuriate in the feeling of two boys trading off putting their
warm wet mouths on my cock.  They both stay hard, their dicks twitching
just a bit as they suck.  Ben's fresh twitching cocklet was calling me
though, so I left Joshua down below to continue his work and had Ben
straddle my chest facing me.  With him there I could plant my hands on his
firm little elementary school ass and guide his short, thin cock into my
lips, flicking my tongue against the head of it and spending time on the
ultra-sensitive spot just below the tip.

	"Uh, uuhhh, uuhhh" he moans.  Nothing has ever felt so good in his
short life.

	But, millions of years of evolution can't be denied and the boy,
without realizing it, had to be a male.  He started face fucking me,
ramming his little tool in and out, his hips moving in the herky jerky way
of young boys.  Having none of that, I grab him by his firm little ass and
hold him in my mouth so I can tongue his head and shaft, swirling around,
licking and flicking at all the pleasure points.

	"Uhhhhhhh, ummmm, uhhh" He was almost crying.

	He got very tense.  His young, underdeveloped muscles went taunt.
He was having trouble breathing, sucking in air through his teeth, missing
breaths and then sucking in big lungfuls of air just before starting to
pass out.  His whole body was boardlike and hard from the tension, allowing
only a small whimper to escape.  I was merciless on his dick, lickng on it,
willng him to have a boygasm.  Suddenly he became tense and tight, and
began to shake just a little.  Finally, a hard exhale and he went limp.

	As he lay crossways on my chest, Ben began to laugh like it was the
greatest joke in the world.

	"You liked that, huh?"

	Ben laughed again, holding himself.  Of course he had enjoyed it.

	"Me, me, me!"  Joshua called out.

	He clambered over Ben to get his dick in my mouth.  I let him shove
it in.  He was bigger than Ben but neither boy was anywhere hung enough to
choke a man.  I tugged on his growing balls as he, too, tried to drive
himself in me.  I licked and flicked on him too, my second little tube
snake.

	I pulled off him. "Hey, Joshua.  Can you fuck Ben?"

	Joshua looked at me weirdly. I didn't understand why he would be
upset until he leaned over and whispered. "I want you to fuck me"

	I whispered back "Yeah, buddy.  But let's show Ben how much fun it
is"

	With that Joshua grinned. "Yeah, Ben.  Getting fucked is a lot of
fun.  Bend over, I'll show you.  You'll see!"

	How much of his dick actually made it into the boy's ass?  Some.
Enough.  Enough for Ben to have lost his anal virginity.  Joshua went to
town, bucking his hips and riding Ben's ass.  At first it was almost like
they were play-acting, but then I noticed Ben involuntarily reach down and
start to stroke his cocklet, obviously maximizing the pleasure he was
starting to feel in his ass.  Seeing that made me so hard.  My dick was
twitching watching them go at it and realizing that Ben could be a natural
bottom boy.

	Then Joshua looked at me and said "Um, Big Daddy ..."

	I smiled.  "Yeah, buddy.  Come sit on it"

	An 11 year old boy, his feet straddling my hips, eased himself onto
my lubed-up steel-hard cock and sat down on it, my dick filling his hot,
tight hole Let me tell you, there is nothing finer in all the land than the
warm tight ass of a hairless boy surrounding your dick.  Once my cock went
all the way in, he began to rock back and forth, rubbing his own rock-hard
boy cock and emitting little gasps as my cock repeatedly poked his immature
joy-button.  Ben got on my chest and sat there stroking himself and kissing
Joshua as the boy rode me.  I was so horned up and turned on it didn't take
long for the pressure to build, to become uncontrollable.

	I had Joshua get off of me so that they could see me stroke myself
to completion, a big spurt of white jizz flying up and out of my cock.
They grinned and giggled.  Boys generally love cum.  Men take ejaculation
for granted, but boys don't.  They love to see it.

	"Big Daddy" Ben whispered.  "I like doing sex"

	"Good" I said "Good"

	They burrowed next to me in the bed and we all three drifted off to
sleep.  It was a bissful satisfied slumber. All my problems went away for a
time.