The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
By:
Nicholas Hall
(© 2021-2022 by the author)
The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author's
consent. Comments are appreciated at...
nhall@tickiestories.us
Chapter 18
The Growing-up Years
“Gio, Stephen, and I met Mr. Willian ‘Stiffie’ Conley for the first time. It proved to be a fortuitous (I really like this word) meeting for us, in more ways than one.”
(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)
David nodded, understanding the truism of “dead men tell no tales,” knowing the two young lads dispatched the get-away driver, but wondered just how the devil they did, so he asked,
“So, how did the two of you pull it off or was Joshua with you at the time?”
Isaiah pointed at Gio and to himself, offering no more, until prodded.
“Please explain how you two could overcome an armed man intent on doing someone deadly harm?”
Gio grinned!
“Gio?” asked David directing him to answer the question. “And don’t leave anything out, okay?”
Gio grinned again, but snickered, “I won’t, but Mr. Watts, you should know he died with his dick in his hand.”
“Oh, boy! Let’s hear it!”
The comment sort of broke the ice and with Gio explaining how the man was distracted by “jackin’ his cock,” the shot into his head with a slingshot propelling a ball-bearing deep inside, while Isaiah, having sneaked up the side of the car to the driver’s side window, slipping his hand in the window, and slitting the man’s throat right after the ball-bearing drove deep into the man’s brain.
“Just to make sure he was dead,” Isaiah offered.
“Yep,” Gio confirmed, “dead as a popcorn fart on a cold winter’s night.”
The boys continued through Gio picking the lock on the trunk, finding the valise and sawed-off shotgun (pistols conveniently not mentioned), and the two wounded men coming back to the car.
“I fired a shot at the car,” Gio added, “as they drove away just to give them a kick in the ass to remember us by!”
“Did you boys happen to have a look in the valise?”
“We didn’t have time, Dad,” Isaiah admitted. “We heard shots from the house and got hidden real fast.”
“Yeah,” Gio said, “didn’t want to take a chance at losing our peckers when they saw the guy with his hanging out and his throat cut. Be a nasty way to go, bleeding to death through your pecker!”
David laughed, but Joshua sort of shivered with a pained expression on his face and clutched his own young rod tucked safely inside his jeans with one hand as if the very description Gio offered might be something that could really happen.
“After the sheriff arrives and is done with his questions,” David advised the boys in a cautionary tone, “and leaves, we’ll talk about the valise. Now, the sheriff doesn’t need to know anything other than the three of you were lookouts. Joshua came back to the house to warn us after you saw the car stop in the road. Gio, you took a shot at the fleeing vehicle with the shotgun I gave you in case you boys needed to protect yourself. Understood?”
You bet they understood! All three were experienced at keeping secrets and really not trusting the law. After all, even they understood there were things they did which were on the “shady” side of the law.
It was a good two hours before the sheriff, a deputy, and the county coroner, made an appearance. Isaiah, Gio, and Joshua were sound asleep on the living room floor. Snuggled between Isaiah and Gio, Joshua rested in the protective arms of his older brother, David thought as he covered the boys with a blanket.
He shook his head, marveling two of three lads killed a man barely three hours before and now slept so peacefully. Isaiah and Gio seemed to be of one spirit and intent on protecting the younger Joshua as they slept. David knew, at that point in their lives, Gio and Isaiah would be inseparable, unless parted by situations not of their own doing, and protectors of the family.
David and Dorothea patiently and carefully answered the sheriff’s questions. The sheriff was particularly concerned with why the robbers would have chosen David’s farm since no one seemed to have any money to spare. David explained it was probably because he’d used money he had saved over the years to make some farm purchases and equipment to farm them after his brothers arrived.
“Augusto Russo also warned me he’d heard of a gang operating south of here and speculated they might want to move to new territory. Beyond that, we had no warning. But, after living with my father for so many years and being on the road until I came home to the farm, I was used to being prepared for anything, especially since I was dealing in horses for a cousin of my Mom’s.”
“My brothers and I put together a plan of protection for our farms just in case. It included using everyone on the farms to either act as lookouts or man some guns if necessary. Ben’s and Darius’ places had people in place the same as I did. Freddy Russo and young Gio helped out so we’d have enough help to cover my in-laws as well.”
The sheriff raised his eyebrows at the mention of Freddy and Gio Russo, but made no other comment. He thought David’s comments over for a minute before asking,
“Okay! Was this man, the stiff on your porch, the only one who came to the house last night?”
“Three men approached the house. When I confronted them, one shot at me,” pointing at the dead man, “and I returned fire, killing him.”
“Anyone else shoot?”
David explained Dorothea shot as did young Joshua, injuring the other two as they fled.
“I think Gio or Isaiah took a shot with the shotgun I gave them from their position alongside the road.”
“Gio Russo; he’s Freddy Russo’s nephew, right? Isaiah; he’s the one that bashed Neville on the head?”
David nodded.
“Think I better talk to the boys,” the Sheriff said.
David hated to wake the boys, but wake them he must. The sooner the law left the better it would be as far as he was concerned. He really didn’t need the sheriff or anyone else from the law snooping around his family affairs or business ventures, including his game of chance or Claire’s boys and their quick hands
Three sleepy-eyed boys wandered out onto the porch, rubbing their eyes and scratching in some very intimate, but familiar places. The Sheriff looked at them and thought how innocent and vulnerable they might look to the casual observer who might not know them as he did. He also thought they were so much like other residents of Decker’s Corner; kind of a “don’t fuck with me” type. Not quite the choirboy innocence, but still boys, but perhaps dangerous boys! He shook his head dismissing such thoughts from his head as he prepared to question the boys. Two of them, Isaiah the shovel-thumper and Gio, Freddy’s the ex-con’s nephew and Augusto’s grandson, were far from being innocent and would probably lie through their eye-teeth while being very sincere, convincing you were hearing the truth; the whole truth, and nothing but the truth! The middle boy, standing between Gio and Isaiah, was smaller and probably the youngest. Whether or not he was schooled in the ways of Decker’s Corner, the Sheriff was uncertain, but if he was to place a bet on it, he’d bet the boy was.
His questioning was about to begin but was stopped by the middle one, the apparent youngest, opened his eyes wide, ran forward and hugged him tight around the waist, slightly moving his gun-belt in the process.
“I’m so glad to see you!” the boy shouted. “I have something for you,” and quickly disengaged from the hug, turned and started to run back into the house, before stopping, turning, waggling his finger at the Sheriff, commanding, “Now don’t you go anywhere. I’ll be right back. Oh, by the way, I’m Joshua!”
“This ought to be interesting,” mused the Sheriff aloud.
“I’m certain it will be,” speculated David, quite uncertain what the hell Joshua was up to. What he did know, however, was the County Sheriff was being set up for a con by three boys, well trained in the arts of deception and thievery.
Joshua returned posthaste and thrust out his hand to the Sheriff. In it was a shiny, well-polished Sheriff’s badge.
“I found this a couple of weeks agon,” he proudly announced, “near the hog yard after you were here when Isaiah, you know----,” and made a bashing demonstration with one arm and hand, clearly illustrating what happened to Neville. “I just knew you’d be so happy to have it back,” sniffling back a sob, his lower lip quivering as if the death of his grandfather still bothered him.
David thought he’d gag on the spot, but didn’t!
“There, there, don’t you fuss about it, Joshua,” comforted the Sheriff, hugging the boy closely again, in an attempt to calm him.
Big mistake, thought David, giving Joshua another hug.
“Okay,” mumbled Joshua, starting to step away,
“In fact, I’m so pleased to get it and your honesty in returning it, here’s something to reward you.”
Reaching into a pocket, the Sheriff pulled out a shiny silver dollar and handed it over to Joshua.
Joshua looked at it, apparently amazed and thrilled to receive such a fine gift, leaping forward and gave the Sheriff another big hug. He stepped back, sort of stumbled into Isaiah, who caught him and prevented him from falling.
David was watching the interaction between Joshua and the Sheriff carefully, from the first hug when Joshua did a quick pat, moving the gun belt, to discover the pocket the money was in, to the silver dollar given to Joshua, the next hug for the sheriff, and stumbling back against Isaiah. If David hadn’t known what was about to happen he never would’ve seen the small hand dip into the Sheriff’s pocket, the same one the dollar came from, and extract something. Joshua sort of fell back, was stabilized by Isaiah when the exchange from Joshua (the dipper never carries) took place, and Isaiah just as quickly and adeptly ducking the coins into his pants and into the small pouch secured around his waist and resting just above his pecker. Quick, easy, and almost non-detectable!
“Now,” said the Sheriff bending over slightly so he might be a little closer to the boys’ level, although he wouldn’t be able to hold the pose for long since it was uncomfortable for him. All three started chattering at once, each seeming to be eager to be the first to tell the tale of adventure they had during the night. He settled them down, he thought, and pointed at Joshua to open up the discussion. Clearly, he thought Joshua to be not only the youngest, but probably the most honest. Mistake again!
“Well,” Joshua began, his eyes wide, his posture and body movements animated to emphasize his words, “the three of us,” pointing at Gio, Isaiah, and himself, “were out by the road keeping watch. It was REALLY dark! We were sort of like that Horace fellow the Greeks tell stories about.”
“You mean, Horatius at the Bridge,” Gio corrected.
“And it wasn’t the Greeks, it was the Romans,” added Isaiah.
“Yeah, that guy! Anyway, we saw the car drive up and there was FOUR guys in it. THREE (holding up three fingers to make certain the Sheriff could make no mistake), got out and one stayed. I think he was the get-away driver, cause he sat behind the wheel. The I took off across the field to warn Daddy. I RAN REALLY, REALLY FAST! Sort of like the midnight rider Paul’s Rear.”
“Revere!” Isaiah corrected.
“Right!”
“Then what happened,” the Sheriff asked.
Joshua’s eyes seemed to grow wider and his face more expressive, as he waved his arms, and acted as though he was creeping down the lane and up on the porch.
“The three men sneaked down the lane, while Grandma Watts and I watched from the window in the dining room. That one right in there,” Joshua said pointing at the corpse. “I hear Daddy shout, ‘GET THE HELL OFF OF MY PORCH!”
“Joshua!” warned David. “I asked the men if I could help them!”
“Uh huh!” Joshua responded. “Anyway, I heard a BANG! and then a KABLOOEY! Daddy just blew the guys guts out all over the porch!”
“I was so scared, but Grandma Watts poked her shotgun out the window and shot one guy. The other asshole………,”
“Joshua!”
“fella, leaned over to help him up and I took aim, and made one hell of a shot; BANG, right up his ole’ shitter!”
David shot him a look and Joshua corrected himself, “I meant in the butt!”
Trying not to laugh, Sheriff asked Joshua, “What happened next?”
Joshua shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know, it was dark! But I did hear another shot after a while.”
“That’d be me,” volunteered Gio. “Two guys walking like they was hurt bad, staggered up the car, climbed in the back seat, and hollered to the other guy to get the hell out of here. Mr. Watts gave us a single-shot shotgun to use in case we needed it. I shot at the car as it sped away just to ‘dust their asses’ as Grandpa Russo would say.”
His questioning seemed to be complete since the Sheriff voiced a “thank you” to everyone and, noticing the coroner was done loading the body into the panel truck, waved his deputy to join him. As they walked to the patrol car, the Sheriff, speaking softly, said,
“Remind me never to piss off any of the Watt’s, no matter the age.”
“Or come to Decker’s Corner unless we’re summoned,” voiced the concerned deputy.
Two weeks later, the Sheriff, accompanied by a deputy, stopped by David’s farm around the noon hour, in hopes of finding him at the house. David was just coming from the barn, having put his team to water and hay, heading in for lunch when he saw the county patrol car stop in front of the house. Stephen, visiting for the day, Gio, and Isaiah were near the smokehouse practicing throwing their knives at a homemade target affixed to a bale of hay. From the sounds they were making indicated they were clearly enjoying themselves.
“What brings you back?” David asked in greeting, curious why ‘john law’ was back amidst his family.
Watching the three boys practicing with their knives, the Sheriff announced, “The sheriff in a neighboring county said they found a car with three bodies in it; one in the back seat and two in the front. The one in the back seat had been shot with a shotgun and died as a result. One in the front, behind the wheel, had several buckshot in and up his ass. Bled to death, slowly it would appear by the mess in his shorts. The other fella had his throat slit and, what looked like to the coroner, a steel ball bearing lodged in the brain.”
“Back window of the car shot out and rear end of the vehicle peppered with buckshot as well. Meets the description your boy and Gio Russo gave the night the robbers appeared.”
“So,” David surmised, “Case closed and robbers dispatched.”
“Sort of looks like it, unless you happen to remember anything else. Can’t figure out how one had his throat slit,” the Sheriff commented looking over at Isaiah sinking his knife dead-center in the target. “And, I guess, I really don’t want to know. Saves the County a trial with all four of the bastards dead. So, I guess you’re right, the case is closed.”
David thanked the Sheriff for the information and asked, as the Sheriff climbed back into his car, “Do you always travel with a deputy?”
“Not usually, but there are times I ask one to ride along!”
“Especially,” muttered the deputy softy so others might not hear, “when he comes to Decker’s Corner.”
Driving away, the deputy asked the Sheriff, “Did you see that one kid throw his knife? Goddamn good!”
“That’d be Isaiah!”
“No shit! Isn’t he the one who …….?”
“Yep! Bashed the old man’s head in- left the ornery bastard dead as a door nail. I’d bet he had help shoving the body into the hog yard so they could nibble on it.”
“How old is the little shit?”
“Maybe ten, eleven, don’t know for sure!”
“You don’t suppose the other…….?”
“Deputy, I don’t ask, you don’t ask! Understand? I wouldn’t mind living to serve another term or two.”
“Yes, Sir!”
*******
Dorothea and Claire, along with Anne and Carol and Zoe Lovell, after hearing of older people, widows, widowers, and families without jobs or sources of income, in need of some help to make it, took it upon themselves to share the bounty of their large and very productive gardens and chicken houses with those in the Decker’s Corner community. There were a number of widows, widowers, older couples, and those families with young children who were highest on their priority for help.
Commodity prices for selling such items as corn, oats, soy beans, was extremely low as was beef, pork, and poultry. The money for making such purchases for the ordinary person or the down and out was almost non-existent. People relied on what they could raise on a plot of ground or on the farm. Those without those resources or were unable to do so, were, indeed, hard up! Resources for purchasing seed or replenishing stock was next to impossible Decker’s Corner took care of its own, however. A gift of a young pig when the sow had too many, two to three laying hens, or a Nanny goat would be given and greatly appreciated.
David saw opportunity, not so much in the immediate but for long range future profits and building good will and a deepened sense of community. Dorothea was a seed-saver and had been for many years, so when seeds were unavailable, she always seemed to have some in reserve from her jars of stock. She, as well as David expected the recipient’s to “pay it forward” and help someone else in need.
The delivery boys, making two, possibly three trips a week were Isaiah, Gio, and Stephen in a donkey cart pulled by Peanut, now broken to harness, and Joshua, and Joshua, Thomas, and Patrick in a donkey cart pulled by the older and calmer Ida.
Stephen was now attaching himself to Isaiah and Gio, becoming a constant companion. He discovered he really enjoyed being with them and they did with him; so tightly attached especially when one of them was attached via his butt with a cock up his hinder just a humping away!
Zoe Lovell was growing in popularity among residents of Decker’s Corner as a “healer” lady and midwife. Money was scarce for doctor visits, plus most doctors were reluctant to come to Decker’s Corner for a house call. There were a couple who would make the trip when summoned hoping they might get paid when they finished ministering to the sick. It may not have been in money but fresh eggs, garden produce, or a chicken but they earned more in loyalty. These two doctors knew how to keep their mouths shut concerning what they did or saw and the residents of Decker’s Corner knew it and respected them for it. Woe be to the person who might speak disparagingly or treat those two doctors with less than proper dignity and behavior. Someone from Decker’s Corner just might appear some night or meet them on the street for a “visit’ and “discussion” concerning their behavior.
They were especially happy to have Zoe practice her “healing arts” on the residents since she knew when and when not to call them in. As a result, they kept her supplied with simple medications such as aspirin and other items. Birthing babies was something Zoe was very good at and as a result did most of it in the community.
*******
On a hot, early August day, with the portends of rainy weather looming, according to Dorothea and Zoe, both relying on “weather signs” such as wind directions, the colors of sunrises and sunsets, and “a feelin’ in my bones,” gave necessary cautions to the boys delivering food and other items. Of course, Zoe also relied on her barometer, now falling slowly, but not indicating a “real storm” but just a “garden” variety rain. Joshua and his crew set off on a short trip while Isaiah and his mates, after stopping at Zoe’s house, were engaged in a longer journey some five or six miles from home.
Isaiah, with Peanut trotting right along with the vigor of youth, although he was not still a colt, and his companions made all of their close deliveries before embarking on the longer journey some three miles beyond the last stop, to the farm owned by a Mr. William Joseph Conley, a single man living alone and doing so the past fifteen years or so.
According to Zoe, with whom he’d consulted several times for various aches and pains, his most recent visit brought her to prepare some special ointment to rub on aching joints to help relieve his pain and increase his mobility, a bottle of aspirin, and some powders to mix with water and take before bedtime if he had difficulty in sleeping.
“So, Gio,” Isaiah inquired interrupting the blowjob Stephen was giving to Gio as they sat in the bouncing cart behind Isaiah, “what do we know about this Mr. Conley? I haven’t heard anything at home about him.”
“Not much,” Gio admitted, “I know he lives alone.”
“We know that!” sputtered Stephen, pulling off of Gio’s cock with a slurp.
Gio frowned, displeased with the halt in the suction and tingling feeling smooth lips and a delicate tongue was administering to his boy-spike, before responding.
“According to Uncle Freddy, he lives in a fairly nice house on the family farm, named Ravenwood, with about two hundred forty acres, where he was raised, his partner on the farm died about fifteen years ago, and seems not to be hurting for cash, although most people are not certain how or where he earned it.”
“Why’s the farm named Ravenwood?” Isaiah asked, wanting to satisfy his curiosity wondering why someone would name a farm.
“Grandma says Conley’s mother was English and that was the name of her parents place. Evidently, she had boodles of money.”
Gio paused a moment, sorting out what to say next while stroking his erection, waiting patiently for Stephen to take up where he left off,
“Uncle Freddy says he really likes boys!”
“Who doesn’t?” countered Stephen.
“No, he really likes boys, naked ones!”
“Oh!” grinned Stephen, “Like this?” and cupped his crotch.
“Yeah, like that!” answered Gio waggling his eyebrows. “Uncle Freddy says when he was younger he’d make an occasional trip to the farm where Conley and his partner would take him front and back,” motioning at Stephen to finish what he’d started.
“And,” Gio added as sort of an afterthought as Stephen’s mouth enveloped his cock, “they call him stiffy. Don’t know why though. ‘Pose we’ll find out.”
The not too distant sound of thunder rumbled closer than they wished, indicating rain was close. Isaiah trotted Peanut up to the porch where Mr. Conley, clad only in his boxer undershorts, was lounging on a porch swing.
“Head your critter toward the barn,” Conley shouted, “before the rain starts and gets your asses wet.”
Gio climbed out, gathered up the box of food and medicine, and headed up the stairs, seeking shelter from the coming storm, while Isaiah and Stephen drove the cart to the barn. After getting Peanut settled with some hay and water, they ran toward the house. They hit the steps and bounded up under the roof just as the clouds poured out a deluge of rain. On the porch, they encountered Gio, on shoulder strap hanging down giving anyone who looked or cared evidence of his nudity under the bib overalls. Conley was standing in front of him, naked except for his undershorts and the long, well-formed uncut man-cock hanging languorously out from the fly as if awaiting the bugle call to come to attention and salute.
Conley smiled, wiggled his hand down the front of Gio’s overalls a little further, commenting, “My, my. What a beauty!” before greeting Stephen and Isaiah.
“Hello, you gorgeous young Adonis’s. I was about to see what he had in the box you brought, but became distracted momentarily.”
It was obvious from the smile on Gio’s face and the way Conley’s hand was moving beneath the denim of his overalls, Conley’s curiosity extended to a fondling and jacking of by the object, a smooth, hard spike of boy cock, he was happily distracted!
Gio’s eyes, although glowing from the sensation, as well as now Stephen’s and Isaiah’s, were focused on, hanging freely from the fly of Conley’s boxer underwear, the older man’s flaccid uncut, relatively long and thicker than average, piece of man-meat, the head covered by a nicely formed and smooth foreskin. The entirety of the object of their fixation and active imagination, brought Stephen and Isaiah to instant, throbbing erections wobbling and jiggling as Conley said, in response to Gio announcing, with a gulp, swallow, and a slight push forward,
“I think you’ll find we brought some special treats, along with the stuff in the box.”
“I’m certain you did and I know I will enjoy them all, but let’s go inside where we will remain relatively dry and will be a bit more private. I can hardly wait to sample what the three of you brought for me and, in return, reward you in the pleasures of giving as well as receiving,” pulling his hand free of Gio’s cock and the confines of his overalls.
“I’ll get the box,” Stephen volunteered, stepping forward to pick it up. Bending over he found himself in proximity of the fleshy appendage; less than a cock length away. Conley shifted his hips just enough to allow his smooth lick-sickle to brush the side of Stephen’s face.
“Oh, god!” Stephen sighed, resisting the temptation to either give a swipe with his tongue or to take it into his mouth.
Hearing the boy’s comment, Conley reached down, placing his hand on Stephen’s head, slid it down to cup the lad’s chin and raise it to expose his face, whistled, “Aren’t you just the pretty one?”, before removing his hand from Stephen’s chin to his back, where Conley slid it down inside the overalls covering naked flesh, down the back until it encountered a very small, smooth set of butt-cheeks, and the treasure in-between. One finger tickled the small rosebud before just barely slipping inside.
“He’s putting his finger in Stephen’s butt-hole,” whispered Gio to Isaiah.
“Yeah!” grinned Isaiah, “and he has nine more he could put to use as well.”
Conley sighed, removed his hand and with a wave for the boys to follow him, turned and walked into the house.
“God, I think we’re going to get lucky!” smiled Gio to Isaiah.
Stephen set the box on the kitchen table while Isaiah stepped forward to explain what was in it
“Mr. Conley,” he began, “Grandma Watts and Momma …..”
“And you are?
“Isaiah Watts and,” pointing at Stephen, “the one you thought was pretty is my cousin Stephen and,” pointing at Gio, “this is Gio Russo, my boyfriend.”
“Now,” he continued, hoping not to be interrupted or distracted, too much, by the growing erection sprouting from Conley’s boxers, “there’s a loaf of fresh bread, two small cantaloupes, some canned chicken Momma thought you might like, a dozen eggs, and a small jar of strawberry jam. Grandma Lovell sent some medicines for you too. She put the directions in here too.”
“Well, please thank them for me and,” motioning Isaiah to come forward, “come closer so I might see what a big boy you are.”
Conley wasn’t a bit bashful or unconcerned concerning his actions when Isaiah came closer, still fixated on the now twitching cock Conley sported, and slipped his hand down the front of Isaiah’s overalls. He encountered bare flesh as he moved down past Isaiah’s stomach until he encountered the thong and sheath used to carry Isaiah’s knife.
He ran his hand and his fingers up the sheath and over the hilt, commenting “I’ll bet you’re pretty good with this,” tapping the knife carefully, “probably good enough to slit a man’s throat.”
Isaiah’s mouth opened to say something, but he just nodded instead as Conley moved his hand further down and cupped his balls and fingered his cock.
“And I’ll bet you’re pretty good with this too!”
Watching the boy’s reactions as he fondled Isaiah, Conley knew he had a trio of players who would, with little encouragement, offer themselves for his and their pleasure.
“Why don’t you boys shed those clothes so I can see what’s on the dinner table?”
Smiling, Gio countered, “Only if you do the same so we can see all of who will be having lunch and the size of his fork.”
“Well said, young Gio. So much like your uncle and hopefully, just as delectable as he was and probably still is.”
Conley dropped his shorts, now standing just as naked as the three prepubescent boys.
“I hope,” Isaiah cautioned, “you’re old enough to know to keep your mouth shut about this.”
“Oh, I’m old enough and won’t tell a soul, but I’ll not be keeping my mouth shut,” the older man said, licking his lips as he scanned and viewed closely the three very erect young cocks sprouting out from the hairless, smooth crotches. He did notice Isaiah had the bigger of the three penises with Stephen smaller, but not too small. Just right for sucking and an ass just right for fucking.
“Wow!” Gio exclaimed, “You’ve got set of really low hangers!”
“Indeed, they are,” Conley acknowledged. His balls, encased in a loose, smooth scrotum sac, were larger than walnuts and sort of swung back and forth as he moved.
He smiled at the sight of the admiring eyes, eyes wide and expressive, knowing minds were filled with wonder how it would feel in their mouths, to touch it, and, hopefully, embedded in their soft, hot assholes.
“Please, boys,” he asked softly, “step closer so I may not only feast my eyes on your beauty, touch your delicate smooth bodies, and taste those sweet candy canes calling for attention, and those delicate sugar, sweet orbs tucked up underneath them.”
The three boys couldn’t move fast enough to get close enough to Conley so, with a simple and slight tip of his head, he could easily lick or suck to his heart’s desire.
“I’ve made a lot of money over the years with such beautiful boys as you, but there’s no need to now, only to enjoy the banquet set before me, now and with return visits, in the future for years to come.”
Conley, after sucking each of the boys, fondled, caressed, and titillated the naked Stephen, asking, as way of invitation, “Stephen, why don’t you be the first to take a ride on the Tickle Pickle?”
*******
Two hours later, the rain now stopped, Isaiah was driving Peanut toward home. Gio and Stephen sort of lounged behind him in the donkey cart. Stephen was squirming, trying to get comfortable after an erotically charged and stimulating sexually active afternoon in which Gio and Isaiah were active participants as they interacted with and were pleasured by Conley.
“Little uncomfortable, Stephen,” Gio teased, laughing softly.
“You would be too,” complained Stephen, “if you’d been twice fucked by Conley’s cock! He might be over sixty years old, but his cock is as hard as a colt, can fuck for what seems forever, and his balls are filled with seed!”
“You got that right! He didn’t unload his nuts the first time when you mounted and rode the Tickle Pickle, as he called that wonderful tool of his, or into Isaiah or me. No, he waited until he could slow-fuck you and shoot his load up your ass and in deep.”
“I suppose,” Gio continued, “you’d probably not want to visit him again, right?’
“Wanna’ bet?”
The End- Volume One
Posted: 03/25/2022