The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
Volume III

By: Nicholas Hall
(© 2022 by the author)

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Chapter 2

“I received a telegram, delivered by phone, and so did the Russo’s, this morning from Gio. He will arrive with three others and his Military Aide on July 1. His train will arrive in Rock Island at eleven in the morning. It said three others are young and will be living with us as well as his aide. Oh, dear, I wonder who or what he is bringing home. We’ll have to make some room, I think. I hope he hasn’t found someone else!”

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts) 

“Ponder and deliberate before you make a move.”

Sun Tza – The Art of War 

A khaki-colored Sedan with a big, white star on each front door, was waiting for Gio in front of the HQ office building. Duffle bag over his shoulder, Gio approached the Sedan prepared to toss his duffle in the back seat but hesitated when he noticed two soldiers occupying the front seat. His forward motion slowed as he became cautious, wondering why there were two and not just one.

Evidently, he was spotted because a young, very young looking, PFC jumped out of the front passenger side, hustled up to Gio, snapped him a smart salute, announcing,

“Sir, PFC Andrew Meyers, Sir, your new aide. May I take your duffle please?”

Gio returned the salute and set the duffle down. He looked the young private over with some degree of skepticism. Surely, he thought, the private couldn’t be as young as he appeared. He looked to be no older than Eddie or Cordell, perhaps the age of Andres or Carlito or just a smidge older. The age limit to enlist in the Army was seventeen with parental permission or eighteen without. Meyers must be an awfully young looking seventeen-year-old or someone lied about his age. Maybe, Gio thought, he just might be sixteen.

Meyers was probably five foot eight inches tall, give or take an inch or two, slim build with a narrow waist, delicate features, brown hair and eyes, slim fingers, and quite ordinary looking. Not handsome, but not unattractive or striking in appearance. He looked like the ordinary, highschooler walking down the street. Meyers could easily get lost in a crowd and meet the description of most other young men. In other word, he would not draw undue attention.

What set the Private off from others was the most infectious, natural, heart-warming smile Gio ever saw before. It was that type of smile which caused the heart to warm, the brain to trust, and exude a good and happy disposition. It was, however, a smile which caused Gio’s cock to begin to plump up just a skosh!  The second thing which set Meyers apart from other privates in the Army he’d seen so far and other young men he’d seen over the years, was the big fucking .45cal. semi-automatic Colt pistol strapped to his narrow waist. It looked awkward, maybe uncomfortable. Sort’a like Isaiah’s cock shoved balls deep in Carlito or Andre’s ass. They didn’t seem to mind it so, perhaps, Meyers didn’t mind toting the gun around.

Meyers quickly transferred the duffle to the trunk of the Sedan where it joined a several other bags, one a zippered suit bag. Before Gio could say anything or make a move, Meyers closed the trunk, zipped around to the rear door behind the passenger seat, opened it, and beckoned Gio to climb in.

“Watch your head, Sir,” Meyers cautioned as Gio entered the back seat.

Meyers closed the door and resumed his previous seat in the front giving a nod to the driver, saying, “Ready to go.”

Meyers turned, after the driver cleared the front gate, and, after seeking permission to speak, described how elated he was to be assigned as Captain Russo’s personal aide or as he rephrased it, “valet in the civilian world.” He assured Gio he’d take care of the Captain’s needs, appointments, and anything requested of him.

“We have a complete set of new uniforms for you, Sir, with your rank insignia on them, plus civilian clothes for you, if you wish, when on leave, although I don’t expect us to get much leave. We’ll have you try them on after we board the train so we can see how they fit and make any adjustments.”

Gio noticed Meyers used the term “we” a great deal and when speaking to the driver concerning him, Meyers would refer to him as “my Captain.” Closely watching from the back seat, Gio was able to determine Meyers had a few feminine characteristics.  Gio wondered how Meyers survived basic training as young as he looked and his mannerisms.

Traffic wasn’t so bad this time of the morning, at least considering it was wartime and gas was rationed. The commuter trains and buses would be full to overflowing in another hour or so as employees, government and private began their daily commute to work. Private Meyers hustled around, upon arrival at Washington Union Station, located a small baggage cart, loaded their duffle bags and other baggage on it, and wheeled it to the main passenger waiting room. Gio followed him until they were met by two men in civilian suits. The four of them waited off to the side of the room until the driver rejoined them. The two men then led them to a private waiting room adjacent to the main room. As they entered, the two men remaining outside, Gio noticed they carried concealed sidearms under their suit coat. The driver of the Sedan also was armed in a similar manner as Private Meyers.

The three of them waited about fifteen minutes until one of the men outside the door poked his head in and notified them the train was now coming into the station and they’d head down to the boarding platform in about five minutes for boarding.

“Private Meyers,” Gio asked, curious why the security was so great, “why the armed driver and those two outside the door? They’re armed as well.”

Meyers raised his eyebrows, smiled that infectious (almost erotic) smile of his, responding, “Why Captain, you’re an extremely valuable asset to the OSS and we wouldn’t want something to happen to you, would we?”

“That might be so,” Gio queried, pointing at the gun on Meyers’s hip, “but are you any good with that thing?”

“Deadly!” Meyers responded in a serious and ominous tone.

The more he listened to Meyers speak and the longer he observed him, the more dubious Gio was becoming concerning the lad’s authenticity! Oh, he was smart, smart as hell, and definitely knew what he was doing, but how old was he and why was he assigned to him? Only time would tell and Gio had plenty of that!

Gio and his escorts were led to the boarding platform. Gio and Meyers were ushered aboard by a conductor and shown a sleeper compartment they would use. The sleeper compartment was not large; it had two facing sofa-type cots which would be converted into beds but used for sitting in during the day. In addition, there was a small closet and racks over the sofas for storage. A small sink with mirror and water was near the small closet. The restroom was down the hall and shared with everyone else in the rail car.

Meyers quickly stowed their duffels in the overhead racks and hung the suit bag in the closet. Both settled in the seats waiting for the train to start moving. The rail car gave a small jerk as the train began leaving the station and the cars began the familiar swaying and jouncing as the speed of the engine increased and the speed of the passenger train increased and soon was rolling along at a comfortable speed.

Meyers stood and began fussing around, sorting through the luggage, including Gio’s. He extracted Gio’s toilet kit, unzipped the clothes bag and pulled out the new officer’s uniform already decorated with the double sliver bars identifying the rank of Captain.

“Now, Captain, Sir,” Meyers said, addressing Gio, “we need to try on your new uniform and get you ready for the day and for lunch. We certainly dress as our rank signifies, wouldn’t we? Be a shame to go to lunch and not have those others not realize how important my Captain is.”

Gio just shrugged, waiting to see where this was going.

“Sir?” Private Meyers asked, “Could you stand up please so we try this new uniform, with shirt, tie, pants, and coat for fit?”

Gio, bracing, with one hand against the wall to steady himself, used the other to unbuckle his belt, unzip them, and with a push, shove pants and his undershorts down to his ankles, and not by accident!

“May as well see if the lad’s a player or not,” he mused silently as his fat, long cock popped into view. It didn’t take but a moment for Private Andrew Meyers’s eyes to zero in on that handsome piece of man-meat and balls dangling from Gio’s crotch.

Got cha’ Gio thought as he saw Meyers’s eyes focus on the tantalizing, wobbly boy-fucker!

“Help me with my shoes, will you please, Private?” Gio asked in feigned innocence, “while I remove my shirt?”

Meyers swallowed nervously as he knelt in front of Gio and reached forward to untie the laces on Gio’s shoes. The train swayed just at that moment and Gio took advantage of the sway to move forward causing his soft, smooth cock to swipe across a very smooth cheek and face. He heard Meyers swallow, glanced down, and saw him lick his lips!

Gio’s shoes off, Meyers quickly stood, trying to conceal the tent in his uniform pants with his hands.

“Private Meyers,” Gio, still standing and clad only his socks and an undershirt commanded, his fat cock wobbling with every movement of the train, commanded, “Drop your pants and underwear!”

“Sir, I beg your pardon, Sir?” Meyers responded, a tremor in his voice and trepidation all over his face.

“I said,” Gio said sternly, “drop your pants and underwear!”

“Now, Sir?”

“Now!”

“Yes, Sir!” Meyers answered, only this time is voice reflected fear and saddness!

Meyers carefully, slowly removed his gun belt and lay it on one of the couches. Just as carefully, he unbuckled his pants and slid the zipper down, watching his Captain’s face for any sign this would just be a test and he’d order him to stop. It didn’t happen and there was little to disguise the obvious tent in his undershorts as he stopped his disrobing at that point.

“Your undershorts as well!”

Meyers swallowed, knowing the minute his undershorts were moved down, his stiff cock would be revealed as well as his entire lower body, but did as he was ordered. The shorts dropped and a very stiff five inch circumcised cock sprang into view, curving upward toward his belly.

Gio reached down, reassuring Meyers his wasn’t going to harm him, and began a tactile and visual exploration of Private Meyers’s cock and balls. Each touch by Gio’s hands and fingers send a shiver throughout Meyers’s body and caused his cock to twitch and swell.

“How old are you, Private Meyers?”

Meyers took a deep breath, as Gio’s hand stroked up and down his stiffy a couple of times.

“Eighteen, Sir! I enlisted when I was seventeen with my father’s permission.”

“I don’t believe you, Private,” Gio admonished him gently looking at Meyers’s face but not removing his hand from the Private’s crotch and slowly fondling and rolling the hairless, average-sized balls around in their sack. As he did so, he noticed Meyers’s eyes begin welling with tears.

“Am I hurting you, Private?”

“No, Sir!” Meyers sort of choked out.

“Well, Private Meyers,” Gio began hoping to sooth the lad’s anxiety and relieve his sorrow, “I’m quite familiar with the male anatomy, particularly young adolescent males in the pre-teens, early teens, and so on. A couple of the boys where I live at Ravenwood, especially. Your balls are smooth, hairless and there is just a smattering of hair adorning the base of your cock; a cock I don’t think has reached its full length or girth. I believe you’re still in the process of reaching teen-hood and maturing. So, I ask you again, how old are you?

Meyers’s shoulders slumped, tears flowed freely down his face, as he sobbed, “I’ll be fourteen in another month. Please don’t tell on me or send me home! I just couldn’t take it anymore. Please, Sir I beg you!”

His voice shaking with his sobs, “If you send me home, he’ll kill me!”

“Who would kill you?”

“Daddy would. He said, once I left, if he ever saw me again, he’d kill me!”

Gio, reached forward, pulling the teen close to him and wrapping his arms around him to comfort and support the grief-stricken lad. With one hand, he gently lay the boy’s head on his shoulder and let it rest there as Meyers cried.

“No one is going to kill you if I can prevent it!” Gio promised. “I’m not about to reveal your secret to anyone. All of us have secrets we hide; secrets only a few know about or no one at all. Who would ever want to harm a good-looking, warm, soft lad like you? Certainly not me.”

“Daddy would,” Meyers murmured into Gio’s chest. “He said if the war didn’t kill me and I ever showed up at home, I was a dead man!”

It sounded to Gio as if Meyers’s father’s words were not a threat but a promise.

He pulled the young teen even closer, close enough for their crotches to touch. He noticed Meyers was indeed tall for his age. He also noted Meyers’s stiff cock began moving up and down on his own stomach as Meyers slowly thrust back and forth. Gio’s cock stiffened as well as soon the two cocks were gently rubbing against each other.

“What did you do, Andy?” Gio asked using what he hoped was the name the lad used.

There was a momentary silence! Andy finally replied, “He found out I like boys and not girls!”

Gio just nodded, waiting for more!

“What the fuck!” Andy muttered, “may as well tell you the whole lot!”

“I like cock- okay!” he began almost definitely. “I am a homo, a queer! I like to play with them, suck them, and be fucked by them. Known it since I was maybe eight years old; maybe younger.”

“So?” Gio questioned as if it were normal. It was at Ravenwood, but very few other places he knew. In the army, if found out, it was out the door!

Listening, Gio learned there were several high school boys who enjoyed sticking their young, fat cocks up Andy’s ass at every opportunity and he made opportunity available. He’d ridden his bike to a small part near the river and rendezvoused with three of the butt-fuckers. Bent over a picnic table, Andy just took a third load up his ass when a deputy sheriff drove in. The three high schoolers skedaddled, leaving Andy with his pants down around his ankles and a deputy walking toward him.

“The deputy told my dad and he got more than just pissed,” exclaimed Andy. “He’s some sort of county supervisor, strict as hell, and a strong church man. He beat the shit out of me. Locked me in my bedroom overnight. Shouting he’d not have me perverting my brothers and ruining the family name. Better you be dead, he declared.”

“How many?”

“How many what, boys who fucked me?”

“No, how many brothers?”

“Three; one older, two younger! Anyway, the next morning he hauled me off to the army recruiter, lied about my age, and two weeks later I was in the army and basic training. That’s where Colonel Dickenson found me.”

“You mean, Captain Dickenson!”

“Nah, he’s really a Lt. Colonel, just switches identification, depending on the situation. Says it’s for security reason.”

“So,” pondered Gio, “did Dickenson take you to fuck or what?”

“Definitely not to fuck. He has five kids. Said he knew I was young because I looked and acted just like his twelve-year old, only taller.”

Gio felt Andy’s hand wrap around his fat, stiff cock, and began stroking. Gio removed the hand, bent over quickly, and sucked Andy’s cock into his mouth and began bobbing up and down, tickling the head with his tongue, and stroking the cock with two fingers. It didn’t take a minute or two before Andy unloaded his young cum into Gio’s mouth. Instead of swallowing, Gio spit it out into his hand, used part to lube his cock the rest to prepare Andy’s ass for a good fucking!

He turned Andy around, bent him over, and lined his big cock up with his small rosebud butthole. Gio pushed forward until the fat knob of his cock nudged the twitching muscular opening. A small push popped the head through. He heard a gasp from Andy.

“Hurting you?”

“No; more like putting a foot-long fat sausage in a six-inch bun,” squealed Andy softly, clearly delighted, anticipating a good fuck.

Gio kept pushing into the tight tunnel until he was at the limit before beginning to slowly move back and forth, brushing Andy’s prostate on each pass. It wasn’t long until he was flooding Andy’s bowels with a load of spunk and Andy was dribbling his, again on the floor.

“Now,” Gio said, resting lightly on Andy’s back, his crotch up tight to Andy’s butt and his belly on Andy’s back, “I know your secrets and you know some of mine. After the war, if you have no place to go, come to Ravenwood. There’s plenty more like you and me; boys who love boys, who love men, who love boys. You’ll get a good place to live, good food, and fucked whenever you want it!”

To be continued...

Posted: 07/08/2022