The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
Volume III

By: Nicholas Hall
(© 2022 by the author)

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Chapter 11

“We are thankful for Gio’s safe return, his boys as members of our family, for food, family, friends, and home.”

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts) 

“Great results, can be achieved with small forces.”

Sun Tzu- The Art of War 

Andy was cautious, more wary one could conclude, as he made his way up the narrow lane and crossed the wooden drawbridge, on his way to the Villa where Gio was. So far, he thought, everything appeared as Gio described it in a communication once he took up residence there and now used as a “hidey-hole.”

Never-the-less, Andy kept his guard up and hand near the pistol strapped to his waist and concealed by the light jacket he wore. In the backpack he carried there was extra ammunition and several hand grenades. Also in the pack was a medical kit and supplies along with the new medication called “penicillin,” recently put into wide-spread use by the military to fight infection and Dickenson insisted he take with him since they had no idea what happened to Gio other than he was injured. They determined he wasn’t dead at the time the message was sent, although they both noticed Gio wasn’t the one who sent it. It just didn’t have his “signature” on it. Each person has a different way of sending messages and can be identified as such, hence the “signature.” He only hoped whoever was in the Villa or along the lane watching him didn’t shoot first and ask questions later.

Andy was worried sick about Gio’s welfare. He knew all along something could happen to “his Captain,” but he hoped against hope nothing would. It appeared now something did happen and Andy hoped for the best but prepared himself for the worst.

Walking nearer to the front of the Villa, Andy noticed movement, ever so slight, to his right near the cliff side. Momentarily, he also noticed a small figure dash from the doorway to the dwelling and crouch behind a stone wall. Both movements caused Andy to tense up, ready to take action if needed.

“I’m Sargent Andrew Myers, United States Army,” he shouted out in Italian, “responding to the message concerning the gardener’s hoe. I’m Captain Gio Russo’s aide and have served with him for a long time.”

With that announcement, he held up his hands.

A small boy, perhaps eleven, maybe twelve years old, stepped out from behind the rock wall, a Sten submachine gun pointed at Andy and in broken English, in a pre-pubsecent voice, commanded, “Keep your hands up while you’re disarmed.”

A teen boy, holding a pistol stepped out of the shadows to his right, approached him cautiously, and relieved Andy of his pistol.

“What’s in the pack?” the teen asked.

“Medical supplies and orders for Captain Russo.”

“You mean don Fiorella?”

If that is what Gio was used now to refer to himself, it was fine with Andy since it was Gio’s middle name.

“Yes!”

Andy was told to walk toward the Villa and he would be taken to don Fiorella. The lad with the sub-machine gun escorted Andy to the bedroom where Gio was lying in a bed. There, Andy was met by one young boy holding a double-barreled shotgun and a younger lad holding a Walther pistol, both had their weapons pointed at him.

Gio opened his eyes, saw Andy standing there, smiled, and welcomed him in a weak, but assured voice;

“Thank god, you’re here, Andy!” and then to the boys, “It’s okay boys, put your weapons away. He’s my aide and the one who I’ve communicated with since my arrival in Italy. You can trust him with your lives; I have and will continue to.”

Andy stepped closer, lay a hand on Gio, and asked, “Okay, Captain, what happened and how badly are you damaged?”

The lad with the shotgun, now lowered, jumped right in before Gio could respond.

“My name is Antonio and Poppa was shot!”

Tony then proceeded to tell Andy what happened, how the army doctor treated him, and what the local doctor said when he’d visited when he first examined Gio. Andy listened patiently while giving a visual inspection, as best he could, of Gio. Tony handed Andy the army doctor’s report and waited while he read it.

“Quite the chatterbox, isn’t he Andy?” Gio asked in a soft, but assured voice.

With his remark, Tony quickly stepped to his bedside, gave Gio a kiss, telling him how much he and Vinnie and Rico loved him, and everything would be better now. He ended with a waggle of his finger and the admonition,

“Don’t you die on us, Poppa! We love you so much!”

A wink of reassurance, Gio answered, “Don’t you worry! With Andy here to help us and the love I have for my three boys, no way will I die!”

It didn’t take long for Andy, since it was his training and nature, to take charge of Gio’s care and organize the household. Demarco left his post, introduced himself, along with Sandro and Nicolo, and asked what it was he could do to help.

“There’s quite a stash of supplies I brought with me down the coast about four miles where we landed last night. You could take Nicolo and Sandro with you and haul the stuff back up here so we can store it and use it. It may take several trips. I’ll be here for quite some time and will not be leaving until Captain Russo is healed and is ordered back to the States. While you’re doing that, I’ll check the Captain’s bandages and clean him up a bit. I understand the doctor will be returning later on in the afternoon. Vinnie, Tony, and Rico can help me care for the Captain and help put things away once you get it here.”

Andy fussed about the household, much as he did when Gio and he were together, checking out water sources, cold storage (spring water), storage for dry supplies, blankets, and first aid supplies. The cook stove and heating stove were wood burners, so he made certain the cook stove was fired up and a large kettle of water put on to heat so Gio could be bathed. Andy believed his whole reason for existence was to serve Gio and now “his three boys.” After all, Gio never questioned his sexual preference, since they were pretty much “birds of a feather” or treated him any differently than he would a younger brother or an equal. He would walk through fire for Gio Russo!

The water was soon hot enough and Andy gathered up two basins, one for washing water and one for rinsing, two washcloths, soap, and a couple of towels and asked the boys, to their delight knowing they’d love to help, to come help him carry them to the bedroom and help prepare their “Poppa” for a bath.

Andy gently shook Gio to wake him, lifted his head, placing another pillow under it to put Gio in a more upright position, and announced it was time for him to get cleaned up.

“We’ll just wash around the bandages, Captain, until I talk to the doctor concerning what kind of wound care he would like me to undertake.”

Andy lifted the bottom part of the blanket in order to inspect the wounds on his thigh and lower leg. Gio’s substantial cock lay languid against his right thigh and large balls hung down, nestled against the left thigh not far from where the bullet penetrated.

“Good thing the bullet didn’t hit three or four inches to the right,” smiled Andy, “or you would now be singing soprano.”

“Yeah,” added Tony, reaching over to cup and fondle the large, filled scrotum, “these would have blown off!

Rico, not missing the chance to heft Gio’s fat, long cock, added, “Then we might not have been able to suck this!” flicking his finger across the pink cock-head slowly emerging from the smooth foreskin sheath.

“Enough, boys,” Andy cautioned, “We don’t want him excited and shoot his own delightful weapon at us,” and pulled the blanket back down, covering the family jewels, much to the disappoint of Vinnie who was waiting his turn to “admire” Poppa’s treasure.

Andy pulled down the blanket, exposing Gio to the waist, and checked out his wounds in the shoulder, upper chest, and his left arm. He couldn’t detect any excessive bleeding and all looked well. He soaked a wash cloth in the hot water, soaped it up, and moved to wash Gio’s face and neck.

“After I wash,” he instructed his three assistants, “one of you should rinse and another dry. We don’t want him wet for long. He might chill and catch a fever.”

There was no argument among the boys who would do what. Rico rinsed, Tony dried and Vinnie rinsed out the cloth. With each new part of Gio’s body Andy washed, the boys switched roles. Reaching the bottom half, exposing, again, Gio’s manly parts, Tony was the first to say, quite lovingly and in admiration and pride,

“Isn’t out Poppa the most beautiful man you ever saw?”

He wasn’t just referring to just the genitals, he meant all over. The boys clearly loved their Poppa and was familiar with every inch of him, intimately, thought Andy. Of course, it was just as familiar to him, having experienced Gio’s fat cock up his own love chute on numerous occasions. Andy turned Gio slightly so he could clean his buttocks and cleavage, the three boys had to have a close look as well. They concluded he looked just like they did, only bigger, a few more hairs (compared to none on their own wrinkled puckers), and that was it! Really no big surprises there either!

Gio’s bath complete, Andy announced after dinner, before bed, the boys would also have a bath. There was some grumbling at first, but when Gio stated, “Boys, do as Uncle Andy says,” it stopped.

The doctor arrived late afternoon, accepted Andy’s presence without question and proceeded to examine Gio and change the bandages. He explained what he was doing, why, how often the bandages should be changed, and what to be expected should a problem occur. Although he was doing it primarily for Andy’s benefit, Tony was an ardent listener and active in questioning the doctor.

He would watch closely, very close n some cases, almost too close, but the doctor never complained or told him to move or scolded. He took more time, in fact, to explain to Tony and the other boys what must be done to make certain their “Poppa” recovered from his wounds and gain back his physical strength. During the process, Andy explained he had penicillin with him and they could use it should an infection develop. The doctor responded he’d heard of it, but hadn’t seen it used. Andy assured him it was quite effective and well tested.

Andy prepared supper using some of the supplies Demarco carted up and the boys stored. It was a soup with biscuits on the side. He made it a point to note to the others, he or someone would make periodic trips to town for milk, cheese, fresh vegetables (if available), and fish among other things. He also asked them to be on the lookout for some laying hens he could buy so he’d be able to establish a flock for fresh eggs and sometimes meat.  

Bath time for the boys was interesting, especially the first time. There was a large wash tub available so Andy thought he could do all three of them at once. Not going to happen! The boys decided one at a time, starting with Vinnie since he was the youngest and he should come first.

“Except for Poppa,” Tony corrected.

Naked, Vinnie stepped into the tub, his little boy penis stiff and pointing straight out in front of him. Andy thought it was a thing of beauty, looked around at the other two and they were just as naked.

“God,” he thought, “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven with a buffet of boy cocks and butts spread out for me to savor and enjoy.”

“My, my,” Andy said admiringly, “such a beautiful, delicious package on such a fine, smooth delectable boy, as are you two as well,” pointing at Rico and Tony. “Just relax Vinnie, and let Uncle Andy get you really clean, especially these important and sweet morsels,” cupping Vinnie’s tucked up balls and twitching cock.

In turn, each boy had his hair washed, his body well soaped and washed with special attention paid to his cock, balls, and butt crack.

“Don’t want any goopy poopy hanging about in there in case someone comes to call,” Andy said as he poked a finger into each boys anus as they were washed.

The only deviation from the attention he paid to Vinnie was made by Tony. Once he was washed, rinsed, but not dried, his cock pointing straight up three inches, he turned, stared directly into Andy’s eyes, lay a hand on Andy’s head, stepped closer to the edge of the tub where Andy knelt, and gave him that “here it is; you want it, I want it, so do it!”

Who was Andy to disappoint a willing, horny boy? He put his hands behind Tony and pushed on his butt signaling to step closer and when Tony did, Andy, using a finger and thumb, slipped the young hairless foreskin back to fully expose the pink head of the boy’s cock, and with his tongue, licked and tickled it before engulfing balls and cock to the hilt. The squeals of delight emanating from Tony told the tale of joy and orgasm, making both Vinnie and Rico waiting their turn.

After bath, Andy listened closely to the chatter the boys were making concerning their lives with Poppa don Fiorella and now Uncle Andy. He was correct in assuming the boys were much better off and happier with Gio, but had experienced much sorrow, emotional pain, and fear before that. His ears really perked up when they discussed how Gio told them how to trick the Germans and others into believing the “night stalker” was dead.

“So,” Andy asked, “just how did you make certain no one could identify the guy?”

“I blew his face off with the shotgun,” Tony said as if discussing something of little importance.

Andy, after hearing that, vowed to provide the three boys with fun things to do which didn’t involve killing other people. Boys needed to be boys! They needed to swim, play, ride bikes, and make friends who wouldn’t be blown up, murdered, or raped to death.

“No,” thought Andy, “the Captain and I will take them home and raise them at his home at Ravenwood.”

Bedtime, Andy spread out a sleeping bag next to Gio’s bed to use as a mattress, gathered some blankets to cover himself with, bade the boy’s goodnight, and prepared to rest by Gio’s bed. He wasn’t alone! Tony decided he needed to be there as well and slid his naked body into bed with Andy. He lay there a minute, spit on his hand, reached around and slicked up Andy’s stiff cock, backed up to it, and guided it to his butthole.

Andy didn’t need to be encouraged beyond that! Finished, his cock still throbbing and releasing the vestiges of the load he deposited deep inside the young lad, he thought Tony would leave as soon as his cock plopped out of the boy’s butt, but no, Vinnie and Rico crawled in as well, each wanting their turn on the young man’s pleasure pole. Andy got little sleep that night and didn’t sleep alone the entire time he was at the Villa. Invariably, he'd wake in the morning with someone’s hand or lips wrapped around his cock, unless it was buried up inside of another one. Gio watched this with amusement and not so little pleasure, his own cock rising each time but with little attention.

The first week passed, then the second, and Gio healed, gained strength, but was not ready to begin vigorous exercise or intense sex. Instead, the doctor insisted he walk everyday several times a day, increasing the time and distance with each successive venture. Andy and the boys were constantly at his side, making certain he had his cane to assist him, or assist him themselves should he falter. They were just as anxious ss he was for him to gain his independence. However, the doctor cautioned Gio his leg would heal slowly because of the damage done to the muscles and might take quite some time to heal.

“You could be using a cane for up to a year,” the doctor cautioned. “Just don’t rush it. Let your body and nature do what it must, with encouragement of course, and heal as it should.”

One day, after a long and tiring walk, Gio, resting in a chair, asked Andy,

“Didn’t you say some time ago you had some orders for me from the Colonel?”

Andy nodded affirmatively.

“His orders to me were to ascertain if you were dead or alive. If dead I was to message him with ‘the garden can no longer produce.” If alive and being treated, I was to send nothing. The Colonel determined the less radio traffic, the better.”

“For you, Captain, he specifically orders you to stand down and cease all operation. Find a hidey-hole and stay put until he sends for you. According the him, the reward is way too high and will encourage almost anyone to find you and collect the price on your head by delivering your dead body. Head only, by the way.”

Andy finished by telling Gio the Colonel says, “thanks for a job well done.”

Gio could hardly disagree. He was tired of killing and subterfuge. The boys needed him and he needed them. With extended family close by and now Andy, he was confident he could keep them safe and take them with him when he and Andy left. Besides, hopefully, the dreams he experienced periodically, would fade as he removed himself farther and farther away from the death and destruction he inflicted on the enemy and their supporters.

Rico and Tony were snuggled tight with Andy and Vinnie was asleep on the pallet as well. Andy was satisfied well, sexually, with Rico the last one to receive his copious load. Rico was still playing with Andy’s now flaccid cock, admiring it and the nice nest of dark hair it rested in. All three boys thought their “Uncle Andy” was something special and knew he thought the same of them. The three of them thought of themselves as brothers, with Rico the oldest, and sexual playmates. Andy was their “Uncle” and household organizer. He acted almost as a mother figure, but one who could fuck and be fucked!

Rico commented one time, sucking Andy’s cock into his young mouth bringing the flaccid organ to an erection, “it was just perfect; not too big and not too small; just right!”

Andy’s pleasure was abruptly ended, by Gio crying out in fear anguish, and grief!

Tony was instantly awake, bolted upright, leaped out of bed, and quickly crawled into bed with Gio.

Andy was going to join him, but Rico cautioned him, “Stay put! Poppa is having one of his bad dreams. Tony will calm him down.”

It almost broke Andy’s heart as he listened to Gio cry and sob for his boys and a very young voice, Tony’s, respond, soothing Gio’s troubled mind with words of comfort and love, telling him they were all safe, and he was not going to die. Tony reassured him Rick and Vinnie were safe and with Uncle Andy. Tony slept with Gio the rest of the night, letting his naked body rest up against Gio’s, signaling he’d not left and was there for Poppa.

The next morning, there was nothing said about the incident and Andy didn’t bring it up! Two weeks later, it was Vinnie who suffered a nightmare calling to Poppa to come save him. Andy picked Vinnie up and placed him on Gio’s right side, the uninjured side. Gio put his arm around Vinnie and speaking softly, reassured him he would not be burned like the others in his family. Vinnie slowly calmed down, but also scooched his small body onto Gio’s so he could rest his head on Gio’s chest. Gio, smiled up at Andy and whispered,

“He likes to hear my heart beat and feel me breathe. He knows then I’m alive and will save him.”

Rico, on the other hand, slept like a baby! The death and destruction he and the others saw and committed didn’t seem to outwardly bother him, although Andy was certain there had to be some trauma felt by the young lad.

Shortly after the first of April, 1945, Gio, having visited with Nicolo and Sandro just returned from a prolonged expedition into the mountains and north toward Bologna, gave Gio and indication the war was going to get quite fierce.  He called Andy aside, one morning in order to speak to him in relative confidence, no other ears around to hear, so to speak.

“Andy, there’s a couple of things I’d like you to put into action for me. One, I want to own this particular piece of real estate. It belonged, originally, to the first don Fiorella and I want it. I’ll pay whatever it takes to make certain the deed and transaction stands close scrutiny in the future. Two, I think this war is going to come to a fast conclusion and will wind down very quickly, once Italy falls. I know Dickerson said no radio traffic, but I happen to think you can get a written or verbal message to him.”

Andy neither admitted or denied the possibility.

“I want my three boys, Vinnie, Tony, and Rico, to be mine and leave with us when we go. I want them to have full U.S. citizenship, probably naturalized, and all the necessary paperwork attesting to their birth, my guardianship for them, and U.S. Passports. The paperwork must be impeccable and unchallengeable! It they don’t come with us, then I don’t go willingly. They owe me!”

“Understand my meaning, Andy?”

Gio gave Andy the boy’s full names and dates of birth, and said no more concerning his request.

Indeed, Andy did! Having the Captain left behind with all he knew and had done would not be wise.

Owe him they did! Gio’s mission was to create diversions, inflict morale changes on the front-line troops, and disrupt the German Campaign in any manner possible. Gio took his mission farther since he was unfettered by any restraint. He attacked the leadership of the officers of the German troops and Italian Fascist German sympathizers killing them and then relieving them of the wealth, stolen or otherwise. The German were looters, killers, debauchers of women and children, and deserved no quarter! He considered the traitors, the Italian Fascists allied with the Germans, as the lowest of the low.

“Hell,” he commented to Andy while in the process of his recovery, “Those bastards would fuck a snake if someone would hold it for them.”

The wealth Gio “confiscated” would be used to benefit the Russo Family, the community of Porti Sicuro, and himself. He kept some gold coins, considerable loose gem stones, and jewelry, all quite valuable and convertible to cash, and quite transportable when he left Italy. The stash he accumulated for himself was considerable and would make him a wealthy man. It certainly would come in handy for raising the boys and keeping Andy around as well as benefiting Ravenwood. The larger items, those of gold, silver, and some of the gemstone jewelry was set aside for the Family and the community. The wealth he gave them was appreciated, then utilized fully.

Gio insisted each time Andy made a trip to Porti Sicuro two of the boys accompany him. Most of the time it was Rico and Tony, sometimes Vinnie, and every time, Tony.

His first visit, accompanied by Rico and Tony, Andy had the opportunity to witness the benefits Gio’s shared wealth had on the community. He also was impressed how many people would stop them and ask the boys, “how is your Poppa doing?” The village priest, also concerned for “don Fiorella” said they were offering prayers for his recovery and continued good life.

The small community seemed to prosper, if one looked behind the scenes, while outwardly they were just a poor fishing village, existing on the bounty of the sea and whatever else they could find to live on. The residents gave no other impression and intended to continue to do so. They were a closed community, used to keeping their secrets. One of their biggest secrets, other than don Fiorella and the gifts he bestowed upon their community, was very simply, they were smugglers and had been for many generations. The practice had been started by the original don Fiorella, headquartered in the Villa Gio now occupied.

The community appeared to offer no threat to anyone else, on the outside, and offered no strategic military purpose. Even the small harbor, accommodating only small fishing boats, wouldn’t provide a landing place for anything the military might be interested in. Anyone entering the community, such as a new bride or husband, would be entering a community of secrets and commitment to Family, specifically the Russo Extended family, headed in this case by the mayor who also was a jeweler and quite capable of converting larger valuable objects into smaller more saleable ones.

For those who couldn’t keep the secrets or who betrayed the others, would disappear, apparently, as Andy discovered, into the depths of the sea to be devoured by sharks and other nasty type critters.

Andy was well known and trusted the day he presented Gio’s request to the mayor. Two weeks later, Gio was in possession of birth registrations for the three boys, their baptismal records from the local parish, affidavits from the local priest, paper work declaring Gio as the guardian of the boys, and verification of the deaths of their parents “through acts of war” and declarations of their intents, made several years before, Gio would be the boys guardian with “full parental rights.”

How all this would fly, since Gio hadn’t been here that long, would fly seemed to be a puzzlement to Andy, but he accepted it all, and sent it, via a smuggler, to Dickenson along with Gio’s request (actually, ultimatum).

April and May were extremely busy times for Gio, Andy, and the boys. Mussolini was executed by Partisans toward the end of April and in May not only did the Germans surrender Italy, but surrendered totally to the Allied Forces. There were various loose ends to tie up for Andy and Gio in preparation for returning to the States when the order came

In the various, few, communications Andy had with Dickenson, not one mention was made concerning Gio’s whereabouts or health. They assumed, until being told otherwise, the bounty was still posted on the “night stalker” and was sufficiently funded and secured there were still people who wanted to collect it.

“Perhaps,” Andy conjectured, “at some point they’ll be able to determine who is offering the bounty and why they’re not satisfied with the dead man who was identified by the “night stalker” by the Germans and Italians who found him.”

Gio just nodded, to which Andy responded, “I guess we’ll just have to keep our guns handy and our guard up!”

Andy prepared several packages for shipment to the U.S. where he could retrieve them after Gio and the boys and he arrived in the states; at Gio’s instruction made certain Demarco would be the caretaker of the Villa with authority to run it and keep it in repairs and modernize it, and make certain the mayor had sufficient clandestine funds provided by Gio to help rebuild and grow the small community and provide for the Russo Family living there after the German surrender.

The notice to leave came on June 1 along with all of the necessary documents needed to ascertain the boys U.S. citizens as Naturalized citizens, affirmation of Gio’s guardianship and full parental rights, and written orders confirming his permanent rank of Captain, Andy’s as Sargent, and assignment to Captain Russo. A small boat picked them off of the coast not far from the Villa and they began the long and somewhat frustrating journey, since they were traveling incognito and well-guarded until they reached the States, home to Ravenwood.

To be continued...

Posted: 09/09/2022