The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts

By: Nicholas Hall
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Chapter 16
The Growing-up Years

“As Gio put it to me one time, while we were hunting squirrels, ‘There’s nothing like huntin’, fishin’, and fuckin’.”

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts) 

The first Fall, Winter, and Spring of 1931 to 1932 were enlightening for Isaiah and his brothers and cousins, although not to Gio since he’d lived in Decker’s Corner his entire life. However, under his tutelage and “vast experience” he was able to explain and demonstrate many of the things he’d learned living there.

After the first few days, adjusting to and enjoying school, Isaiah found it exciting and fun. To Stephen and his brother, it was “old hat,” although the “hat” was a bit smaller in size and instruction different since grades didn’t have different rooms, except for the sixth through eighth graders who had their own room, so to speak. None the less, they were enthusiastic about going.

Fall seemed to be consumed with preparing for winter. David and his brothers cut, with crosscut saws and felling two-bitted axes, oak and some maple trees for firewood. The logs were hauled to the small sawmill Joseph constructed. He had a large circular saw blade mounted on an adjustable stand and heavy wooden platform for the logs. It was powered by a gasoline engine and could cut the logs into split-able stove lengths. It shortened the time and energy the men used in “making wood” for cooking and heating. The men split the chunks when they quit cutting each day.

Isaiah and all those among his brothers and cousins capable, stacked those split pieces into rows in the wood shed or tossed in wagons to be hauled to the respective farms. Garrett, using a team, would haul the wagon loads needed to each farm, including his parents. It was hard work but necessary.

Wood was the primary source of heat for each house and coal was used as a secondary source of fuel, supplementing the wood during extremely cold weather during the winter days and nights. Coal would give more heat and prolonged, especially overnight, easing the necessity of fueling the fire with wood several times per night. Each farm had, as an addition to the wood shed, a covered “coal bin” which David made certain was filled with hard, black coal before winter started.

His brothers were apologetic for not being able to contribute financially, but David explained they were paying their way by sharing the work of farming with him. If he prospered, then all prospered. During these hard times, when there was no money, markets collapsed, and farm produce not marketable because of low prices, they’d have to survive on their own, living off of their farms.

Lovell had some coin set aside and was more than happy to “donate” occasionally toward expenses in keeping his household in heat and food. David tried to explain he felt it a duty to care for his in-laws and Garrett was working hard on the farm as well. Lovell would only smile, thanking David for all he did while handing over a coin or two.

The availability of hard cash was becoming more and more difficult for the average person. The wealth was concentrated in a few compared to the majority, except in exceptional cases such as David and Lovell, both stashing cash, mostly gold and silver coin, over the years. David’s stash, locked in the safe in the house, contained not only cash, but jewelry and gem stones, thanks to Claire, Isaiah, and Joshua. He became more and more cautious as time careened on, worrying if it became common knowledge he had money to spend, he and is family might become victims of crime by desperate individuals or just plain thugs. He didn’t really trust the “gaje” world, except for a few such as Gio’s grandfather, Agostino Russo and his wife, and Freddy. They all shared secrets no one else needed to know and mutually benefited from those secrets. Anyone trying to intercede and steal from them or harm anyone of their families just might end up at the bottom of the Mississippi as turtle food.

Late in the summer, Agostino heard of a hardware store in one of the larger nearby cities, going out of business. He suggested if David was interested, he might be able to make a trip there and buy out some items before the business went on the auction block. He talked it over with his brothers, his mother, and Claire and arrived at a list of household and farm items they might make use of.

David hitched a two-wheel trailer to the car, loaded up Isaiah, Joshua, and Darius and drove to the hardware store. He looked over what was there, checked it against his list, made an offer of about ten to twenty cents on the dollar, cash money, and made his purchases. Noting it would take more than one trip, he set everything aside in an empty room, loaded what he could, and left Darius, with a pistol, guarding the remainder until he could return. It was late in the night, when Darius and he finally arrived at the farm with the last of his purchases.

They unloaded it all in the machine shed until morning.  David was positive the owner of the store would keep his mouth shut since what he didn’t have on the premises, the bank couldn’t sell. He figured a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush or in his case, untraceable cash money was better than none. In turn, he had no fear of David saying anything. The reputation of those from Decker’s Corner was well known. When David asked him to keep silent concerning the purchases, there was no hesitation. The store owner preferred walking rather than trying to swim with a concrete block tied to his feet.

Their purchases include cases of canning jars, lids, and rings, three more pressure canners (one of which was for metal cans), empty canning cans and equipment for sealing cans, boxes of nails, kitchen utensils, small tools, saw blades, saws, screws, barbed wire, poultry fencing, hinges, oil lamps, lanterns, tack for the horses, buckets, ceramic crocks, needles, thread, buttons, and many more items. It was quite a haul, enough for each farm to sustain them, he hoped. They’d make use of all. Dorothea insisted he buy as many canning jars as possible since with butchering time coming up and some vegetables left to can, they’d need them. The canned foods would be stored in pantries generally, with some in the storm caves, but the caves would be used for root crops, such as potatoes, carrots, turnips, rutabagas, and some fruit such as apples, pears, as well as others.

Early fall was the time to gather great quantities of Hickory nuts, Walnuts, and Pecans (pecan Carya illinoinensis) in the bottom lands and ridges within the bottoms. The Walnuts were shucked of their darkening green husks using a hand-cranked corn sheller. The nuts were then spread out on boards in the barn to dry so the squirrels couldn’t pilfer them. Pecans and Hickory nuts shed their outside hulls when ripe and dropping to the ground. All of the nuts were stored in gunny bags until winter when nights were spent picking the nutmeats from the cracked nuts and stored in glass jars with screw on tops to keep the bugs out and preserve freshness. They made delicious additions to breads, cakes, and candies.

Fall was also the time of year for Gio and Isaiah to hunt squirrels. Their hunting trips into the woods of the Mississippi bottoms near the farm were times of sharing and expressing their love for each other. It took a good six to eight fat squirrels to make a meal at Isaiah’s in order to feed the adults and four boys since Gideon was still nursing.

Shortly after sunrise on a Saturday when chores were done Isaiah and Gio were getting ready to head off to the timber and settle in near some nut trees where squirrels were busy feeding on nuts. Isaiah was about to retrieve the .410ga shotgun he usually used when Gio announced with a grin,

“Leave it! I’ve got something for you!”

Isaiah could imagine what, but shrugged his shoulders okay as Gio momentarily left the house. He returned carrying a .22cal repeating rifle. Assuming it was a new gun Gio bought for himself, Isaiah waited patiently for Gio to announce what the “something” was going to be.

“Okay?” commented Isaiah as Gio handed the rifle to him and looked expectantly at Gio, still wondering what was coming. He figured Gio wouldn’t reach into his pants and pull out his cock saying, “Here!” since they were in the house and his parents were there as well.

“The rifle!” Geo announced. “It’s yours. Cheaper to shoot than the .410.”

“How……?” sputtered Isaiah.

“Later!” Gio said conspiratorially and secretively.

That was fine with Isaiah and happily shouldered the rifle. However, his curiosity was just about to bust, wondering what the secret was.

Deep in the woods, five dead squirrels in a bag off to one side, both boys, backs against a tree, sitting shoulder to shoulder, waited patiently for another squirrel to poke its head out of some knot hole or around a tree branch. Isaiah and Gio learned each other’s really, really deep secret.

“Okay,” inquired Isaiah, “how or where did you get this great gun?” as he ran a hand up over the metal barrel and wooden stock, proud and pleased Gio gave it to him.

Gio mulled over the question. “You know, Isaiah, how much we trust each other, right?”

“Yeh!”

“Whatever we say or do, we never tell anyone who doesn’t need to know, especially outside of family or the law?

“Yeh!” Isaiah answered again. It was just a given as far as he was concerned. Never would he betray his best friend in the whole world.

“Okay! I got this the same way you get dollars and stuff.”

Isaiah was quiet, not responding to where Gio was going with this. Gio knew all along and never said a word about his special skills.

“I stole it!” Gio confessed. “Just like you pick pockets. Uncle Freddie and I go places and find things – inside people’s houses and businesses. You pick pockets and I’m picking locks. Getting pretty darn good at it too.”

“Oh!” Isaiah responded.

No more was said, nothing needed to be! Both boys just nodded their understanding and their mutual unspoken pledges to each other.

Changing the subject, Gio sighed, “Ain’t this the life, Isaiah? Just you and me, forever. There’s nothin’ like huntin’, fishin’, and fuckin’!”

Having said it, Gio set his rifle aside, and with a wickedly, naughty grin on his face, reached over a hand, placed it in Isaiah’s crotch, gave a couple of gentle, inviting squeezes, waggled his eyebrows, and announced, “Ain’t no squirrels now, but I know where there’s a couple of nuts I enjoy!”

He stood up, dropped his pants, and leaned up against the tree, his bare ass waggling an invitation, and parted his butt cheeks.

Isaiah was no dummy or one to pass up the chance. He stood quickly, unbuttoned his fly, whipped out his four-inch stiff todger, and popped his pecker to home port and began to fuck!

 *******

Corn picking time was a first for Isaiah, Joshua, Stephen, and Garrett. Isaiah and Joshua followed alongside, on the outside row, handling a team pulling a high sided four-wheel wagon so the two-row, horse drawn corn picker, with one of the adults driving, could propel the picked ears into it. Once the wagon was full, they’d pull away so Garrett or someone else could pull up with an empty wagon and take their place. Most often it was Garrett. The full wagon was driven to one of the several double and single corncribs on one of the farms to be off-loaded into it. Zach usually was there to help unload since it was hard, heavy work and their small bodies weren’t used or able to lift the heavier scoops of corn or the five tined hay fork used as well.

Sometimes Garrett took a little longer and Isaiah figured he was getting “forked” as well. Isaiah mentioned it one day, at school recess, to Gio, who thought his term “forked” was absolutely hilarious!

“I imagine,” he countered with a belly laugh, “Zach’s big ‘forker’ fills Garrett’s small crib and packs it deep and tight. Bet he stays long enough to get rid of the entire load.”

Still laughing, he continued, “I’ll bet that crib is full to overflowing when Zach finishes with ‘corn’ dribbling down. Of course, it’ll hold more now than before since the ‘crib’ is probably stretched!”

Isaiah got serious all of a sudden, looking around making certain no one was close enough, listening, and whispered to Gio, “Garrett says he really wants to fuck you. It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you.”

Gio grinned as only Gio could grin, conspiratorially and with eagerness and anticipation, bobbing his head up and down enthusiastically, but adding, “Well, Uncle Freddy asked last night after he emptied into me, if he could fuck you!”

Isaiah grinned back, “How about this weekend?”

As luck would have it, rain arrived fortuitously Saturday night and didn’t stop until shortly after morning chores on Sunday, postponing any corn picking until Monday. The boys would all be in school and not available to help, but they could after the school day closed.

Gio, Isaiah, and Garrett were available for a bit of mischief, however; the type of mischief involving cocks, balls, assholes, and Freddy. Garrett arrived at Isaiah’s a little after dinner Sunday on his saddle horse. He hoisted Isaiah up behind him and they trotted off to the Russo house.

The four, Isaiah, Gio, Garrett, and Freddy, headed to the barn “to put the horse inside,” as Freddy announced. What he really meant he was going to horse-fuck Isaiah while Garrett rode the pony up Gio’s ass. Garrett didn’t waste a minute once the group entered the barn! As soon as Gio had his pants down, Garrett had his five inch pecker up the chute and hammered away with gusto. Gio looked at Isaiah, grinning, knowing full well what was awaiting him from Freddy. Garrett’s cock wasn’t nearly as big as Uncle Freddy’s and it always slipped up his ass with ease so handling Garrett’s was no problem, in fact a treat! With Freddy, Gio really had to relax his sphincter muscles while Freddy kept a constant slow pressure to allow the south portal to open and stretch to accept his larger dick.

“God, I’ve wanted to do this forever,” grunted Garrett, his ass just a jackhammering Gio’s butt.

“Eager, ain’t he,” Freddy laughed as he knelt down in front of Isaiah and slowly helped him out of his bib overalls.

As the straps dropped, Isaiah smiled knowing he’d been fucked before by Garrett and Gio was in for an extended ride, overalls pooling on the barn floor around his feet, his hard four inch rod standing upright twitching as Freddy admired it. Freddy thought the hairless, prepubescent cock was a sight to behold and it helped harden his own adult pecker to fence post hardness.

“Nice!” he exclaimed, as he leaned forward and slipped his lips and mouth over the young morsel and began worshipping it with his tongue. Isaiah felt himself shiver and shake as Freddy’s tongue stimulated and teased his cock-head and shaft. Never had anyone, except maybe Gio, treated his cock with such talent, almost reverence, or give such pleasure!

About to squeal his ecstasy, Isaiah felt Freddy disengage, turned him around, carefully pressing on his back, forced him to bend over, ending up in a receptive position for Freddy’s throbbing, bobbing, large man-piece.

 Spreading Isaiah’s butt cheeks with his hands, dribbling a glob of spit in the smooth valley entrance to the cave of wonders, Freddy lubed his own cock with spit, pressed this thick cock head at the entrance to Isaiah’s butt, and slowly pressed forward.

A short, but temporary flinch of pain or discomfort, not so much as to cause real pain since Isaiah’s butthole had been spread open before, but from the fullness the large phallus caused first on entry and the continued, slow journey in, it was bigger than any of the teen boys in the Band who’d fucked him before.

“Oh, my,” Freddy sighed, “such sweetness, heat, and so, so tight.”

Isaiah just sort of grunted his acknowledgement, indicating Freddy could start the easy rocking motion which would bring pleasure to both of them. Freddy’s progress, as Isaiah’s bowel stretched, relaxed, and welcomed the large intruder, was interrupted temporarily, when Garrett exclaimed,

“Oh, my god,” before announcing he was cumming, shoving his hips forward in order to gain maximum depth, and inoculated Gio with as much teen sperm as he could. Expended, Garrett didn’t pull out. Instead, he rested his belly on Gio’s back, gasped in his sexual gratification, and wheezed,

“Give me a minute or two to catch my breath and I’ll have another go!”

Garrett didn’t soften, didn’t withdraw, but stayed buried, balls deep, crotch to butt-cheeks in Gio’s ass. Freddy and Isaiah both watched, Freddy continuing his rocking motion, as Garrett’s butt cheeks clenched, as he pushed forward, signaling he was in the process of breeding Gio.

“Amazing!” commented Freddy as he stepped up his own game.

Freddy was nearing climax as was Isaiah from Freddy’s rocking cock, when Garrett renewed his attack with as much desire, but with a little less vigor; a slower pace but with the same determination and sexual drive. Freddy released his load deep inside Isaiah the same time he brought Isaiah to a strong dry cum. He rested a moment, letting his semen flow and fill, pulled out slowly, allowing the excess to dribble down Isaiah’s crack and down to his balls, and muttered a soft, appreciative, “Thank you!”

They both continued to watch Garrett pummeling Gio’s butt. The longer Garrett fucked, the more interested Freddy became in the young, smooth ass bouncing up and down.

“What the hell!” he announced, gave his stiffening cock a few strokes to prepare it, stepped behind Garrett, lined up his cock-head with the small opening, and with a swift, on-target move, drilled Garrett deep!

“Holy shit!” a very surprised and now full Garrett exclaimed.

But he didn’t stop!

 *******

The chill in the air portended the not-too-distant winter would soon be settling in on Decker’s Corner and the Watt’s enclaves. All of the families were busy in preparation. The corn was harvested and in the corn cribs, oats were stored in the bins on the farms, and the time to slaughter hogs and some steers was here. The hogs were butchered on the farms while David had the steers slaughtered, processed, and wrapped by a slaughter house/ locker plant. The steers were cut up into steaks, roasts, ground meat, shanks, and the tongues, brains (sweet meats or breads), kidneys, livers, and hearts were saved as well. Neck bones and various other bones with any meat on them were set aside and wrapped for soups and stews. All of it would be frozen so the Watts’ could pick it up at Decker’s Meat Locker.  Some of the meat was brought out to the farm where Dorothea, her daughters-in-law, and Zoe thawed it, cut it up into chunks and canned it.

The hogs were butchered and processed on David’s farm using the small outbuilding he’d constructed for that purpose. The pork not wrapped and taken to the Meat Locker was either, such as side pork for bacon, shoulders and hams, canned or cured and smoked. Thanks to a recipe from Zoe Russo, some pork was ground and converted into breakfast sausage and canned, some canned as chunks of meat, or smoked hard salami which, when done right would keep a very long time. The lard was rendered out in the large iron kettles David purchased during the summer. The lard was stored in stone crocks for use as needed.

While butchering and processing the hogs, Isaiah asked his dad why they didn’t do the steers at home too.

“Well, we just don’t have the equipment needed to skin them and cut them up,” was his reply. Truth be told, David not only didn’t have the equipment, the time, or the desire to do it. Processing the hogs was work enough as far as he was concerned.

The Watt’s rented a large share of Decker’s space in his meat locker and it was just fine as far as he was concerned. David Watt’s paid the bill, in cash money and in advance, and he made certain the widows and other’s without, had something to eat if they were hard up. The people in the Decker’s Corner area looked after each other.

As David put it one time, “You never know when you might need their help or depend on them to keep their mouths shut.”

As a result, no one in Decker’s Corner asked or wanted to know how David could afford it or where he got his money. Besides, David, Benjamin, and Darius all carried side arms. It was common knowledge young Isaiah clobbered his grandfather Watts to death with a shovel and it was rumored Garrett Lovel wacked the cocks and balls off of would-be robbers as well!

Nope! It was one group nobody wanted to be on the bad side of!

To be continued...

Posted: 03/11/2022