Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2021 23:25:49 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: In the Valley of the Boys 4 IN THE VALLEY OF THE BOYS By Encolpius AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is set in an alternative reality where the US has split apart. There are now 5 major nations in what was once the US amd this story is set in Deseret, a Mormon dominated county that includes most of the desert southwest as well as the Rocky Mountain west. Feedback is appreciated. Compliments, comments, complaints to encolpius1@protonmail.com Please remember to Nifty. Every little bit helps! FOUR Coyote Creek runs the length of the valley and gives it's name to the largest town. There didn't used to be much to it. A main road, a few restaurants, a scattering of houses. Then, in the waning days of the old US of A, we found our way here, at first mostly to ski at the Paradise Lodge. Even back then it was all male, and sex positive. You could go skiing and afterwards relax naked in the hot tub with four, five or more of your closest brand new friends, or in the heated indoor pool or the sauna. It was a cold-weather paradise, where Key West and Palm Springs were warm-weather paradises. As things were falling apart, myself and others bought land here as an investment: a second home, for income, and, then increasingly, for an escape if needed. When the Theocracy came in full force, the valley began to explode. Then they starting exiling people here. There are more people than jobs. Everything is strained to the limit, but they keep sending more people. Usually just a few at a time, but it adds up. The population skews young now. There are plenty of barely-supervised teenage and elementary school boys running around. They're all supposed to be in school of course. That's a guardianship rule. The schools, however, are as overcrowded and strained as everything else, and make no effort to reign the boys in. I decided to run for judge out of personal pique. I got cited for a misdemeanor after attending an orgy at the Coyote Creek Social Club. It was hypocrisy. We are gay men. Some of the boys they send are very young. A boy as young as age 7 can be identified by the Theocracy as queer and once identified, are subjected to a brutal re-education. If they are later caught acting on their desires, they are exiled here - and it is the boy lovers mainly who take them in. No reason to feel sorry for these boys however, as they are queer, and definitely not innocent little babes. Everyone had done something with somebody before they got put on the bus. But now I am running because I increasingly see how fucked up our situation is. Too few people have too much money and power, and too many have too little. It's not sustainable. Like Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette before, the day is coming here when it will all fall apart. I've seen it before and I'm starting to see it again. It is driven by the same forces: greed, ignorance, a denial of reality, and belief in a bullshit ideology that defies the proof of being bullshit. John Sorenson and Tom Kimball came to see me. John is my opponent. Tom, the mayor, is his partner. They came to talk me out of running. We are old friends, they said. We started here to together, we founded the town together. Remember that night in the sauna at the lodge the first time I went when I was so nervous? "Let's face facts here, Tarant, you're not going to win. We won't allow it." Tom said Kimball followed, "We will do whatever it takes, fair or foul. We will beat you and then we will use the full power of our offices to crush you totally so no one else tries the same stunt." "Well, Tom, threats don't usually persaude people. I think I can win, and then what's good for the goose is good for the gander, you know?" Soresnson shook his head. "No, Tarant. You won't. We've let people like you off for a long time and you've grown arrogant. We rule with a light touch but we do rule and we have the law on our side. You are a child molestor, Tarant. A boy fucker. A pervert. We've left you alone because these boys have to go somewhere and sucking dick out here is better that hanging around on Cheyenne St and doing the same thing, although God knows there's plenty of that too. Either way, who cares? But we'll use it against you and, remember, child molestation is a very serious crime in Deseret. Very serious" I smiled. "Technically, every man here is a boy fucker. The age of consent for sex in Deseret is 21 unless married and gay marriage is illegal, of course. How many men have banged a hot teenage stud, 16 or 17 or 18 years old? In fact, sex outside of marriage is actually illegal. Every single person in the valley is a criminal, John. Including you" I will admit to being a bit scared when they left. I knew that they would do anything they had to. It also meant that I had to win. If I lose, I am vulnerable and they are unscrupulous. But even if I beat Soresnon, Tom would still be mayor. I needed a mayoral candidate. Gavin, my Asian muscle boy, took on the role of campaign manager and organized the other boys to be my door-to-door army. Mine and Carl's boys. Increasingly my friend and fellow deviant Carl was getting drawn into this whether he wanted to or not. Gavin suggested that we go to an illegal bar in town and campaign. The bar was at the end of Railroad Ave in a shed behind a half dozen mobile homes. It was a weekday night but there were a hundred men there, crowded in, drinking, trying to hook up. Some drag queens were about. Deseret is even rougher on the transgendered than they are on us. I went around, introducing myself and that I was running for judge. Gavin stopped everything and made me give a little speech. I climbed up on a chair. "Guys, I'm Tarant Zollinger and I am running for Judge. I think there should be bars along Fremont Street. Legal and open. I think this is a queer community and it ought to reflect queer values, not Mormon values. I think the laws and the law enforcement should reflect how we live our lives, not what the folks in Salt Lake City think. They hate us anyway. They abandoned us. We need to look out for ourselves. I hope you vote for me" The applause was sparse and polite at best. I knew it was a good idea to come down here but I hadn't made any new converts. There was one guy staring at me as I got down off the chair. He stared at me hard. I smiled and went toward him and introduced myself again. "Yeah, I know who you are. You're full of shit" "What do you mean?" "And you're a shitty candidate" "Well, thanks. I guess we can put you down as a 'No' vote then" I said, snapping at him and turning to leave. "I'd be a 'Yes' if you weren't full of shit. If you weren't just one corrupt rich guy that wants to replace the other corrupt rich guy. It's not like you know shit about what life is like around here" I turned back toward him. Gavin was getting a bit pissed, but I put my hand gently on his powerful arm to remind him to not beat the crap out of the voters. The guy was good looking, which I noticed even if I didn't like what he was saying. Tall enough, probably mid 20's but looked younger, a mop of black curly hair on his head. I asked him what he meant. "Dude" he said with some disgust. "There are guys sleeping 3 or 4 to a room. Depending on hand-outs. A lot of these guys have no work, and none of you care. It's the rich few and then the rest of us. We don't all want to be here, not everybody, and we didn't start out with all the breaks but here we are. You want bars on Fremont? We want a lot more than that. A whole lot more" "Ok, then. Help me" I said "Why should I?" "Because you clearly have an idea of what's wrong around here. You want to be part of the solution or part of the problem?" He snorted in disgust and turned away. Gavin stopped him. He was ticked and it showed. The guy shrugged and said that I must really be something for my boy toy to be so into me. That really set Gavin off, and he gave the guy an earful. I just watched, admiring Gavin as he took up my honor. He was in his 20's and he shaved every day but he hadn't shaved today and I could tell his beard was a bit sparse and splotchy. Still he was good looking. Then I told the guy that he hadn't answered my question. "You don't even know what the problems are that need solving" he said "Then educate me" I said. "What's your name" "Smoke Romney" he said. He didn't stick out his hand for the usual greeting. "It's unusual" I said, which he blew off. He took Gavin and I to where he lived. I drove, down Arapahoe and to a small unpaved side street. It was a mobile home, crowded in with others. We went inside behind him. There were three bedrooms for five people. Smoke's bedroom had makeshift bookcases full of second-hand books. I quickly glanced at the titles and found he went for serious heavy reading. I mentioned it and he was instantly defensive, telling me that just because he didn't have a formal education it didn't mean he was ignorant. I agreed and, truthfully, I was impressed. I asked about his roommates. One of them was a 12 year old. He was supposed to be in school and went sometimes, but he also had to contribute to the household income, for which he would hang around the illegal bar and give blow jobs. Smoke asked if I fucked little boys. I admitted I did and asked if that bothered him. "No" he said. "The morality of Salt Lake City just seems stupid here. You scratch out a living however you can" "How do you scratch out a living?" "I'm a janitor at the school" he said. It seemed a waste to me. He was an intelligent young man. "Do you fuck the boy, the 12 year old?" "Sure. It's just sex. He's not a virgin" I shrugged. It's the way I looked at it too. Then I had a thought. "Are you an exile?" "No. I left home when I was 16 and hiked here. I'm voluntary" I smiled "You want to run for mayor?" Smoke looked at me.like I had lost my mind "You shitting me?" "No" I said. "I'll fund your campaign" He gave me a hard cynical look. Like he had figured me out. "So that I'd have to do what you say, right?" "Listen, run on any platform you want. Lead the revolution. You think things are fucked up here and so do I. You think the people running things are corrupt and only looking out for themselves and so do I. I think we should get on with being a community of gay men and quit trying to be nice to the fuckers that are oppressing us and I think you think the same thing. So let's get on with it" "Why not? It's not like I got anything to lose" So we filed his paperwork just before the deadline. He figured out a budget and I gave him some money. Then I went around and asked some people to quietly give him some cash too. With that, for the first time, Tom Kimball was facing a real election. A 25 year old janitor. Neither he nor Sorenson really took either of us seriously, especiallly Smoke. But he went around the town getting support, going to the places I didn't even really know existed. And he gave them the hard sell too. Fuck convention. Fuck morality. Fuck the church. Fuck everything. Queer is good. Queer is right. Then I convinced him that even though he was introducing me to a new voting bloc in town, a third of the population lived up the valley in small communities and on ranches. We needed to hold our own there too. I let him stay at the farm. He saw the house and immediately asked, pointedly, if this is how the other 1% live. "Yeah, it is" I said. "But the truth is that if we are willing to give up a little somehing, we'll get to keep the rest. If we don't, well, you've read history. What happened in the French Revolution?" "Good point" Smoke said. "Just out of curiosity, you didn't bring me up here just so I could fuck you, did you?" "If you want to that would be cool but, no, that wasn't the reason. Getting us elected was the reason. But - who says I am a bottom?" "You are. Well, I am a top so there's that. But you're versatile. Maybe we should gather all your boys so they can watch the big man take it in the ass" "They've seen it plenty. Gavin is a top too." "I figured. Let's get him in here. He's a honey. We can trade off" I douched and got ready as he went to find Gavin. It was Gavin and Levi, an 18-year-old blond boy, lean and trim and not generously hung. Levi is more of a bottom. Of course, I've creamed his ass before. Now it's turn to turn around and get a little comeuppance. None of three of them had any trouble getting naked and neither did I. I may not be a young stud or a fashionable twink, but I am a fit and manly man. Gavin is short, muscular and smooth. Levi is stellar, lean and twinky and smooth. But it was Smoke I was fascinated with. He had the kind of muscles that came from work, not from a gym, and a line of hair up the center of his torso which then blossomed acorss his upper chest. He didn't seem to mind being hairy, which turned me on. His pubes were trimmed back some and his low riding balls shaved, but that was his only concession. He had hairy legs and a hairy chest and exuded a brainy masculinity. I got down and started sucking them, all three. They weren't hard when they stripped, but that quickly changed after I started sucking them. Three greedy, lusty young men and I wouldn't have minded drinking down their loads or being covered in their cum. One after the other, I would put my hand on their fine firm asses and draw their dicks down deep in me, deep throating them. Smoke was the best of the lot and I took him down balls deep wtihout problem. I didn't gag on it as he held my head and forced his cock down deep. My dick was rock hard and throbbing. I worked all three as my own dick craved attention. I would suck on one and tug on two. I would let each of them face fuck me, prove their alpha male status, satisfy their masculine drive. I don't know why men fuck women. Not when there's dick available. Eveything masculine is better. I took them all like the cock sucking slut I was, down deep, my tongue rubbing on their sensitve skin. I worshipped their cocks, loved their dicks. "Time to get fucked, big man" Smoke said. "Time to go" They traded off. The trio spit-roasted me, taking turns fucking me and shoving their dicks in my mouth. A dick in my mouth, a dick in my ass, and my own cock which stayed hard as I got penetrated over and over again. I had to reach down and stroke it as their hard cocks slid past my prostate. Smoke hurt a little at first, but he filled me up and that fullness drove me nearly mad with desire as he moved inside me. I flailed on my dick as he took me with his fatty. In my deranged, lust-addled mind, I needed to relieve the pressure of the pleasure he was causing in my ass by stroking my own throbbing cock Then I stopped. I didn't want to cum and it be over. He was fucking me fine. Shit, he was fucking me like a young, horny man who knew how to fuck an ass. I had trouble concentrating but Levi stuck his cock in my face and I took him down. He was young, hard and horny and I greedily sucked on his beautiful hard manhood. Then they traded off again and Gavin pile drove himself into me as I was lost in my lust. Smoke was there, stroking himself. "That's how I fuck my man. That's how I fuck my men" he said. "You're just a hole, Tarant. A hole and a mouth and a dick. That's what you are right now" Preach it, brother. He knew where I was at. I was lost in my pleasure. Each hard stroke in my ass sent paroxysms of ecstasty to my brain. My dick flipped up and hit my crotch with stroke, each hard, savage stroke. I sucked on Levi and looked out of the corner of my eye at Smoke, stroking himself, a look of concentrated desire on his face. Then I heard Gavin call out, cry out. I felt his dick twitch and quiver in me and I knew i would be dripping his cum out of my ass. That only spurred Smoke on. He wanted back at my ass. He could look at Levi's cut, athletic body as he plowed my ass because the boy was feeding me his dick, swollen and hard, down my throat. I could smell the sweat and the pheromones. I could smell the sex. The sound was the sound of bodies slapping together and men moaning, me as much or more than them. At this point, I didn't dare touch myself or I would cum for sure. "Oh fucking shit' Smoke called out. "Goddamn. Queer is best!" I felt the sting of him slapping my ass before I heard the sound. It helped. Then he slapped it again. I could only moan. I wasn't capable of speech and couldn't anyway. Levi had his tool down my throat and he was busy face fucking me. Then I tasted his spunk as he unloaded, his hot young body tense as his dick jumped in my mouth, filling me up with his salty and bitter spunk. He fell away and that left Smoke, who was still fucking me like a wild man - which is what I wanted. Then suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. I was past the point of no return. No matter what, the spunk was coming. The load was set to fire. A wave of sheer physical pleasure, more powerful than most orgasms, swept over me and my hard cock spewed out my batter. My whole body shook. Smoke drove himself in me and he unloaded too, mixing his load with Gavin's. "I don't even know why they fuck pussy anyway" Smoke said, pulling his cum coated cock out of my loaded ass" when this is so much better"