Date: Thu, 01 Apr 2021 11:34:27 +0000
From: encolpius1@protonmail.com
Subject: In the valley of the boys part 5

			 IN THE VALLEY OF THE BOYS
				    By
				 Encolpius

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is set in the present day but in an alternative
universe where the US has split up. That happened a quarter century ago
with a right wing coup, causing the Northeast and West Coast to secede
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.

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					FIVE


	The debate took place at the school auditorium.  It was standing
room only.  I figured they were turning out more for Smoke than me but he
and I had been campaigning together.  My debate with John Sorenson for
judge came first.  The crowd was raucous and I could see that Sorenson was
taken aback with the size of the crowd as we both walked on stage.  The
first question was "Why should we vote for you?"  I thought that kind of
got to the heart of the matter.  Sorenson went first and gave a bland,
politician's answer.  The crowd didn't care for it that much.  Then came my
turn.

	"Because living here sucks" I said.  It took a second and then
there was applause.  "There are too many people and too few jobs, not
enough really to go around.  We are trying to be the all male version
of... I don't know, Ogden, maybe?  It seems like the plan is to corral as
many gay men here as possible, then kill us all slowly from boredom.
There's no place anyboy can go legally to get together, blow off steam, or
hook up.  There ought to be bars on Fremont Street.  We ought to celebrate
gayness.  We ought to be queer.  We ought to be who we are, not living
under rules from Salt Lake City put in place by people who hate us.  Let's
be clear: murder is a crime.  Stealing is crime.  Rape is a crime.  But two
guys fucking is not a crime.  Having a beer out with the boys is not a
crime.  Having a goddamn cup of coffee at the diner is not a crime!"

	"I wish you'd watch your language" Sorenson said, prissy and
superior.

	The moderator cautioned me too but the crowd booed him.

	Sorenson went on the attack.  "So you think we ought to ignore the
laws of Deseret?  Just do whatever we want?  This valley is part of
Deseret.  The oath of a judge is to uphold the laws of Deseret.  The public
consumption of alcohol is illegal in Deseret.  So let me guess, the reason
you want bars on Fremont is so you can sell your alcohol?"

	I smiled.  "Yeah.  I don't mind making money.  Of course, I make
money now.  But Coyote Creek doesn't get any tax revenue from the illegal
bars, do they?  It gets the fines when you send the Sheriff out to bust
them up, but how does that get split?"

	The thing is that Sorenson was right.  I thought we should ignore
the laws of Deseret.  Who gives a fuck about their wars?  I didn't.  I grew
up LDS but no longer practice the faith.  He was going on about the beauty
of the law and it's majesty and a bunch of platitudes.  For the average
guy, the law is bullshit.  A lawyer rips you off to represent you and then
you still get fucked over.  And the fucking over takes forever.  The
average guy pretty much hates the legal system.

	"We must have laws to have a civilized society" Sorenson lectured
"Otherwise there will be chaos. The Wild West.  People settling grudges
with gunfights in the streets.  Rape, looting, chaos.  I follow the rule of
law.  Every judge must.  Otherwise there is no justice."

	"We have justice now?  There's one law if you're rich and another
if you're not.  One law for straights, another for queers.  We need laws
but the laws need to be just.  And it shouldn't take forever to get things
done."

	"There is only one law: the law of Deseret" Sorenson shot back.
"We are citizens of Deseret.  We are bound by the law of the country.  It
may be harsh and at times unjust, but we need to change the laws and
convince them of the injustice, not just ignore the laws and go our own
way.  That's suicide."

	"Fuck Deseret.  I was born a citizen of the US of A.  I never
wanted to be a citizen of Deseret.  And Deseret doesn't want us either.
Most everybody was sent here against their will, exiled.  Stripped of their
civil rights.  Treated like subhumans.  Fuck Deseret.  We need laws that
make sense for us"

	"That's treason, and treason is punishable by death.  I admit that
not all the laws of Deseret seem just.  That's why I have ruled with a
light touch.  But I won't countenance treason.  I've ruled with light touch
but I will rule.  We are part of Deseret"

	I shook my head.  "Only some of us are.  The exiles lost their
civil rights.  Deseret said fuck you and sent them off here.  Most of you
owe Deseret shit.  Not even shit"

	"And let's tell the truth, Tarant" Soreson said, leaning into the
lectern with the smug self-satisfied look of a man about to land the fatal
blow "The only law you want changed is the one that says you can't rape
little boys"

	The crowd booed.  They didn't like it.

	I just grinned. "Every man here is a criminal, John.  You are too.
All gay sex is illegal under Deseret law.  Yeah, I'm not monogamous.  I
don't see the point.  Maybe you are happy in monogamy but I'm not.  I've
fucked older and I've fucked younger.  Been fucked.  Men and boys.  I'm
universal in my fucking.  But every man, every boy is here because they are
queer and they acted on it.  None of us are innocent, sweet little things.
None of us, and we need to quit pretending like we are.  Why do it?  Queer
is better.  Let's let male sexuality get out and do it's thing"

	The crowd applauded.

	"If you think you can get away with it - making child molestation,
prostitution, debauchery all legal - think again" Sorenson said.  "Salt
Lake City won't allow it"

	A voice came from the back of the room.  It was Berenson.  He ran
the ski resort "They don't give a shit about us in Salt Lake City.  And
they're nothing but fucking hypocrites anyway.  I've a got a brothel full
of girls up on Bald Pussy Mountain for them to fuck.  They don't give a
shit what we do as long as they can dump us here and forget about us"

	Even Sorenson knew that was true.

	The second debate was Smoke and Tom Kimball.  If I did well, Smoke
hit it out of the park.  He was a born debater.  He was witty and charming.
He mocked and ridiculed, got fiery and angry, then made reasoned, sensible
arguemnts.  He ran circles around Kimball. I was impressed.  He outlined a
broad program of reform: more jobs, expanded schools for the young boys, a
community college, loosening restrictons of busineses. The crowd was all
ready on his side when he started but by the end, they were willing to
charge the Winter Palace for him.

	Afterwards, a young man came up to me.  He had short cropped hair
and was the age for mission work.  He should be an Elder.  He flat out told
me that Kimball and Sorenson were going to buy off Smoke with a 10,000
credit bribe. This boy - named Kellen - was the bag man.  They used one
young and good looking young man to get to another.  It was less obvious
than either Sorenson or Kimball making the play themselves.  I thought he
was on a fool's errand because I doubted Smoke would do it.  He had a true
believer's disdain for easy money and corruption.  I also thought the kid
might not know what he was talking about.  But then he showed me the 10K.
I told him to go try to bribe Smoke and then come back and tell me what
happened.  I didn't have to wait long.  The guy and Smoke came back
together. Kellen hadn't even really tried and Smoke turned it down.

	I looked at the guy.  His clothes were threadbare.  His jacket was
thin.  You could tell he needed the money it would be hard returning it to
Kimball.  I was pretty sure that Kellen would try and rip them off and
warned him that was a bad idea.

	"I'm sure they didn't just want to get rid of Smoke.  They want to
get rid of me too.  What's their angle on that?"

	"My little brother.  I'm supposed to get you to fuck him, then he
claims you raped him and they arrest you" Kellen said

	Smoke looked over at me when Kellen said that.  It actually isn't
that good a plan even though they did know me for what I am.  I like
boyflesh.  I asked to see the boy.

	His name was Caleb.

	Not as tall as a woman but gaining on it.  He was rangy and lean.
Dirty too.  Underweight.  When I asked how old he was he said 14, but I
could see that he had barely started puberty.  I got the backstory.  They
lived in rural Northern California and came on hard times after the death
of one, maybe both parents.  I wasn't clear on that.  Anyway, they were
tryng to get from Pacifica to the Northeast and they entered Deseret
illegally.  They probably would have gotten away with it but the car broke
down near a cross road in the middle of nowhere.  A good citizen ratted
them out and the authorities came to arrest them and quickly figured out
the deal.  I'm guessing there was no trial or anything.  They just brought
them here and dumped them out.  And I am the beneficiary.

	They lived in poverty.  There were 6 of them in a small frame house
and Caleb had been the group butt boy and cum dump. I'm guessing that the
older brother was the real boss here.  I admired that he had gotten in as
well as he had with Sorenson and Kimball.  He clearly had ambition.  I
approved of that.  And he was smart enough to see that his new mentors may
not hold power for much longer.  Smoke, more than me, was tapping into the
undercurrent of anger out there.  Kellen was making his bet and was
pitching over the Old Guard for the new.  And he was ruthless enough to do
it.  He is the kind of guy that could go far.  I could use a guy like that.
I'm going to make him a deal.  But first, him and me, we're gong to fuck
little brother.  There in a chilly room with no heat, I yanked down Caleb's
pants, exposing his pale crotch.  I asked Kellen if he liked to fuck his
little brother.  Did that turn him on?  He looked at me.  Of course it did.
And little bother wanted it too.  I turned Caleb toward his lover and
pinned his arms by his side with a bear hug.  The boy's slender cock
stirred to life as Kellen pulled off his clothes.  His fat hairy thing got
the boy to full attention

	"Suck him before you fuck him" I tell Kellen.

	"You gonna want a piece?" he asked, something between an accusation
and question.

	"We'll see how it turns out.  Maybe we'll both leave a load in him.
Maybe you'll cum in my mouth.  Who knows?"

	"No" Caleb said, craning back to look at me. "It's mine"

	I liked that the boy not only wanted his brother's cum but decided
it was his by right.  I had to respect that.  I might fuck him through
Kellen's jizz but I won't steal that load from the boy.  Kellen got on his
knees and swallowed his little lover's slender young cock in his mouth as
Caleb sighed.  A satisfied groan escaped from the boy as Kellen tended to
him.  I released my grip on the slender, short boy and let him enjoy it.
Besides, I was hard as a rock and wanted to stroke myself.  Kellen worked
Caleb's kid balls.  He may have been 14, but his balls looked like they
just recently started dropping.  If he had more food more consistently,
he'd be in the full flower of his transition.  That glorious transition.
Then Caleb returned the favor and went for Kellen's dick, gobbling it up
and taking that familiar cock down.  Not long after, Caleb pointed in the
direction of my cock and motioned me over.  Soon he was servicing one dick
with his hand and another with his mouth.  Kellen stood there watching
young Caleb at work, his eyes burning with lust and pride.  The kid worked
Kellen's cock like a pro who clearly had plenty of experince on his knees.
I enjoyed my hand job while little brother worshipped big brother in the
best way possible.  But then Caleb turned to me and reached for my cock.
When he took me down, I knew for sure he was a well-practiced young
cocksucker, well-trained in that art.  Proud of his craft too.  I face
fucked him and he took it without gagging.  I rammed it down and he sucked
hard.  He worked my cock with his hand and with his mouth.  He sucked my
balls too.  A nice trick for a young guy.

	The kid was hot as shit, even allowing that he needed a bath and a
good meal.  He was scrawny, as many boys are, but even more so.  Down below
though, where it mattered, he was a dream.  His balls are on toward
man-sized but his dick hasn't caught up.  There was just a little bit of
hair at the base of his penis, still too short to be called "short and
curly's".  Just a little bit hinting at his slow transition from little boy
to man.  As I fed him my cock, I wondered if he would be continue to be a
willing bottom boy after he grows up and his body fills out?  Probably so,
I decided.

	Caleb stood up and bent over as Kellen pushed his hard dick into
that sweet, young, firm ass.  Caleb groaned, satisfied, as his brother's
dick bottomed out again and again.  He didn't resist or protest.  That dick
has been in that ass before, plenty of times.  Stroking myself, I watched
the older brother, his body lean but with definition, fucking the younger.
The rhythmic slapping sound of butt fucking echoed through the room.  That
sound is the most beautiful sound of all.  Kellen held onto Caleb's hips,
pulling him back on to his pole as he shoved it forward.  It was raw savage
fucking and I was turned on as shit watching it.  Caleb certainly didn't
mind.  He was flailing at his small cock, eeking out all the pleasure he
could, as he moaned and then whimpered from his plowing.

	Kellen pushed it in again and unloaded.  He pulled out, drops of
cum falling off his dick.

	"Your turn" he said.

	I was hard and the boy had an ass that was still tight considered
how often he got rode.  Fucking him through his brother's cum was a turn on
and probably what he was used to.  Hard and ready, I pushed in with one
smooth motion, neither gentle nor rough.  He was a boy that was used to
being fucked and could handle a man's cock.  Now all the way in, my pubes
pressed against his hairless ass as I began to move back and forth inside
of him.  He looked back at me and grinned, loving it.  Smooth, fine little
Caleb resumed stroking himself.  His hand felt good on his dick as my cock
filled his ass up.

	I looked over at Kellen and he had a smirk on his face as he rubbed
his now mostly deflated tool.  He nodded in my direction and I could tell
he was starting to get ready for round two.

	"Fuck him hard" Kellen said.  "He likes it"

	"Are you your brother's cum dump?" I asked the kid.

	"Yeah" he whimpered, stroking his dick.

	"And anybody else he wants?"

	"Yeah" Caleb said.

	"Or just a cum dump generally?"

	"I'm cum dump - and a cum slut" the boy said without hesitation.

	And that, my friends, is why you fuck them.  There are a lot of
things wrong in Coyote Creek and a lot of things that need to be fixed, but
there are also always boys that want to fuck.  This place is crawling with
horny boys and men.  It could be a fucking paradise, but we first have to
get rid of the corrupt shits that currently run the place.  That's later
though.  Right now, I'm focused on the hairless, tight ass of a sexy,
albeit underweight, little boy that's bouncing back on my hard dick, trying
to get me deeper and deeper inside him.  He wants it.  He needs it.  He
moans and repeatedly tells me to fuck him harder.

	I pound his ass.  Slapping sounds fill the room.  You can smell the
lust and testosterone, the musk of men.  I hold on to his hips and bang him
as he jacks.  He is lost in his own sensation.  Flailing.

	"Uhhh, uhhh, uh, uh, uh, uuuh" he calls out, almost crying, going
hard at his dick.

	That's when I knew.

	I pull out of his ass and tell him "Turn over!"

	When he does, I motion for Kellen to join in as Caleb lays on his
back, jacking himself furiously.  He shoots over and takes Caleb's young
slender cock down his throat.

	"Ahhhhhhh Awwwwww" the boy whines, his body tense.  Then he relaxes
"Uhhh"

	"That your first load?"  I ask

	Caleb nods, spent and satisfied.

	"Just remember, I let you drink his first load"

	Kellen looked at me and nodded.  "We appreciate it"

	See, I'm not a bad man after all.  So, we made a deal.  I hired
Kelen.  He was going to take the bribe money anyway, so I hired him and
gave him a truck and plenty of liquor.  He's going to go back to San Fran
and market Zollinger's Aged Bourbon, Rye and Irish Whiskeys.  On
commission.  I think he will end up doing well for both of us.  Then, if
they want to go East, they can do it legally.