The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
Volume III

By: Nicholas Hall
(© 2022 by the author)

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Chapter 12
 

“This Thanksgiving Day in 1945, as I look about our home seeing our family and others enjoying the fun, food, and friendship knowing others in our small community are benefitting from what we so eagerly and willing share, I’m so thankful for all we have; for the safe return of my Gio, for his and our boys and our home. What more can I ask?’

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts) 

Starting on the Monday before Thanksgiving Day, Ravenwood was a hotbed of activity with the kitchen the hub of all of the necessary preparation of the good things to eat on the festive day. There were still the farm chores to do, animals needing feed and water, cows needed to be milked, and eggs to be gathered. All of this didn’t seem to hinder all of the boys and young men of Ravenwood from helping in the kitchen, busying themselves to make not only their own Thanksgiving a delightful day, but for all of those who would benefit from the largess of their home and Uncles Isaiah and Gio.

Monday morning, Isaiah, Gio, Paul, and Andy gathered in the office to review the list of recipients of Thanksgiving food baskets. Those baskets, actually cardboard boxes and wooden peach and apple crates, would contain fully cooked fowl such as capons, ducks, or geese, fully cooked with a full meal and dessert or frozen fowl, a bag of potatoes, corn, carrots, canned green beans, canned cranberries, prepared but not cooked dressing or stuffing, fresh dinner rolls, fresh bread, salads, and desserts (pies and cookies). The uncooked baskets would be delivered the day before, on Wednesday, while the fully prepared meals would be delivered on Thanksgiving Day early in the morning. Everyone would also receive cinnamon rolls and fresh donuts, butter, a dozen eggs, and a pound of bacon.

The benefactors of the cooked dinners would be the various widows and widowers and single women and men. They would have to warm up the hot foods, but they were all quite capable of doing so. Some of them would gather at one of their homes to celebrate the day.

Andy, taking copious notes on the preparation procedures and names of the recipients of the baskets, kept everyone on task and made certain, in another year, he’d be able to put together the lists of each person or family and what they received. Of course, knowing Andy, he’d keep track throughout the year, adding or deleting families, recording births or deaths, and needs of each.

Isaiah and the others (except Gio, Rico, Tony, and Vinnie who knew Uncle Andy well) at Ravenwood couldn’t have realized at the time the subtle changes Andy made, organizing the operation and improving not only the Holiday giving, but the financial and day to day operation at Ravenwood with his bookkeeping skills, organization skills, farming background, and loyalty. Andy was an invaluable member of their family. Of course, the little boys (Rico, Tony, and Vinnie) thought their Uncle Andy was the most wonderful person in the world, that is next to Poppa Gio!

Monday was dessert baking day, specifically pies! It was the day Paul and Tommy baked the pies and other desserts for Thanksgiving at Ravenwood and for community members. Three varieties of pies were baked, apple, pumpkin, and cherry. All of the fillings, including the pumpkin (pie variety) were grown and harvested in the fields and orchards of Ravenwood. Paul and Tommy, along with the others, froze or canned the fruit during the year when the fruit was available to be used when fresh fruit wasn’t.

Paul and Tommy, now an accomplished chef (cook as he called it) under the auspicious supervision and tutoring of Paul) prepared and rolled out the pie dough for the crusts while St. James, Eddie, Cordell, Carlito, and Andres assisted by Rico, Tony, and Vinnie as “newbies” placed the prepared fruit filling in the prepared pie plates. Paul and Tommy had special recipes for the fillings and mixed up large quantities of the filling. Where a top crust was needed, either Paul or Tommy placed it, vented it, and slipped it in the oven. The big ovens in the kitchen were able to bake four pies at a time, yet it would take most of the day to bake all of the desserts.

Andy busied himself labeling various cardboard or wooden boxes with name of the food recipient and what was to go into each box. Vinnie and Tony decided to help him since they felt there was enough help doing pies. Besides, they really weren’t interest in filling pies. As Tony said it with a wink toward Andy, “I’d rather have my pie filled instead.” So, the boys put potatoes, canned beans, corn, and cranberries in the boxes and readied them for the rest of the produce and prepared foods.

There were times for all to relax and relax they did, sort of!

Paul was so particular concerning the desserts since he insisted the dessert set off the entire meal, although he did admit the main entrees could really stand on their own. It was certainly a tiring day as far as Andy was concerned as he met with Gio and Isaiah after dinner to summarize the preparations and discuss some invoices which he thought should be paid before the end of the year in order to take full advantage of income tax deductions and amortizations.

“You look tired, Andy,” Gio commented noting Andy did indeed look just “about all in except his shoestrings.”

“I am a bit weary, Captain,” Andy admitted with a sigh and taking a deep breath. “You know I’ve not been here that long, but I can’t believe how so many handsome young men and boys, all cock-lovers it seems, can be gathered in one place and so free to give and receive sexual pleasures. It’s almost enough to wear a guy’s cock down to a nubbin!”

Gio could only grin at Andy’s remarks, nodding his head while glancing quickly at Isaiah’s crotch noting the jeans enclosing Isaiah’s cock twitched with little upward bounces as the enormous todger reacted to Andy’s comments.

“How can he,” Gio thought to himself referring to Isaiah, “still be ready to fuck again since not five minutes before he was buried balls deep in my ass, giving me and him a vigorous and satisfying fucking?”

The volume of cum spewed into Gio’s rectum was so great, they barely got his crack cleaned and jeans pulled back up before Andy entered the office.

As Andy relayed to them, he’d stepped into the storeroom off of the kitchen to see if there were any empty boxes to use for deliveries. Rather than an empty box or two, he immediately saw Eddie, pants down around his ankles bent over the back of an equally nude Rico, belly to back, covering Rico’s ass and filling his ass with cock. Well anchored, pumping with a steady, satisfying motion for both, Eddie was giving Rico and him a good workout.

Eddie turned his head toward Andy, smiled as he huffed and puffed increasing his actions, saying with a smirk, “I’m mashing Rico’s taters!”

Rico responded by pushing back and wiggling his butt in pleasure.

“Whatever could I do?” Andy questioned Gio and Isaiah.

“I know!” Gio laughed, “opened your pants and pulled out your own potato masher!”

“Really, Captain,” Andy retorted, “how could you believe that?”

“I dropped my pants, since I love the feel of a bare back against my bare tummy as I copulate with a smooth young thing, and decided they needed gravy to go with the taters. I stuffed my gravy maker up Eddie’s nice gravy boat and proceeded to stir up some.”

“Oh, my god!” giggled Isaiah.

“That shouldn’t have made you that tired, Andy,” Gio countered, “I’ve seen you recover quickly after a couple of trysts before.”

“Well, no!” Andy volunteered. “It was just a bit later when I encountered Monty and Carlito. Monty, bare-assed naked making the beast with two backs on top of a equally bare-assed naked Carlito and Monty said he was stirring Carlito’s pudding, so I decided to put some whipped cream in Monty’s beater.”

“And?” Gio asked.

“Well, I think what really made me weary was when I joined Cordell, Jimmy, Tony, and Vinnie in their naked game of hide the sausage! When I finally drew Vinnie, it was all I could do to get it up! But, you know how much I love our boys, especially Vinnie, so when he smiled sweetly at me, rolled over onto his back, spread his legs, and with a wink invited me aboard, I just couldn’t turn him down. He made certain I’d complete the game by locking his small legs around my middle and gave me one hell of a ride! By the time it was over, I was plumb tuckered!”

Gio and Isaiah both agreed he needed some rest since the next day would be quite busy, especially after the busy and tiring day he’d just experienced.

Gio woke the next morning, turned to Isaiah, and asked, “Are those loaves of bread and rolls I smell baking?”

Isaiah, yawning as he woke, simply said “yes.”

“Is that donuts I smell frying as well?”

Again, Isaiah answered, “Yes!” but added, “It’s a very busy day today. You do smell donuts. Tommy decided last fall he’d like to make donuts so we bought a deep fryer and one of the metal funnel things with a hand operated dispenser You fill the metal funnel with donut batter, squeeze the dispenser, and perfectly shaped donut batter drops into the hot fat in the fryer. He made donuts for a school fund-raiser last year to buy reading books for our small school library and he raised over one hundred dollars in donut sales to donate. People love them!”

Gio, scratching his low hanging balls, his semi-erect penis wobbling as he walked, headed to the kitchen to watch the operation.

“Don’t get too close, Poppa!” Tony cautioned. “You could get hot grease spattered on the big guy and the blisters would slow you down for a couple of days.”

All the boys in the kitchen just haw-hawed at his comments!”

The boys were busy, supervised by Andy and St. James, moving donuts to cooling racks and, cooled to Carlito and Andres satisfaction, were left either plain or dusted with powdered sugar or regular sugar.  Depending on family size, at least one dozen of mixed donuts (four of each type) were boxed up and put in the food boxes going out on Wednesday or Thursday.

After the donuts were done, the dinner rolls all baked, homemade bread loaves cooling and ready to be wrapped, the kitchen kicked into the breakfast cinnamon roll mode.

“They not only love our donuts, dinner rolls, and loaf bread, but Decker’s Corner resident absolutely are gob-smacked over my cinnamon rolls.”

Large, light in texture, sugar and cinnamon fillings rolled up in the dough before baking, and iced with a light drizzle of the sweet frosting across the top, they were in high demand anytime of the year.

By late Tuesday afternoon, the boxes were all filled, except for frozen birds, and made ready for delivery.

It was another busy day!

Andy was dragging again!  All he would say, “The older they get the bigger their cocks and the hornier they seem to be.”

He’d encountered Jimmy, Monty, Cordell, and Eddie. Enough said! Isaiah and Gio agreed, Andy would be somewhat relieved when the Thanksgiving Holiday preparations were completed.

Wednesday morning, with Jimmy and Monty in the front seat of the pickup truck and all of the boys, including Eddie and Cordell, in the back under the canvas topper, began delivering the uncooked meals to those families who could and enjoyed cooking their own. The boxes were arranged on shelves in the back, pulled off at each house, and delivered by two or more of the boys. The operation was smooth, well-organized, and met with profuse thanks from the recipients.

Thursday morning, early, Paul and Tommy began cooking two separate meals to be served that day. The first was for those folks in town who would get their meal already prepared and ready to eat, except for warming up if necessary. Delivery of those meals would begin after chores and prior to noon. As a result, the second meal prepared, the Thanksgiving meal at Ravenwood, wouldn’t be ready until three in the afternoon when deliveries were done and everything cleaned up so Paul and Tommy, with help of course, could cook the meal.

At dinner that afternoon, everyone assembled and ready to go through the buffet, Gio stood and after thanking Paul and Tommy and the boys for all the work in preparation of their own meal and for distributing meals to community members, sail simply,

“Thinking of returning home to Ravenwood, being with Isaiah and all of you, kept me alive every day! Bringing Andy, Rico, Tony, and Vinnie, my boys and Aide, home to live at Ravenwood, made homecoming the greatest gift to be thankful for I’ve ever had.”

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End of journals discovered!

This installment and the production of the Private Journals of Isaiah Watts must come to a close; not because the aren’t more stories to be told, but simply, as the Forward to this compilation and discussion, no more journals are available for perusal Readers were cautioned,

“They are presented here in several installments, each installment comprising information from one or more journals. Hopefully, presented in this manner, with selected and appropriate quotes to emphasize the anecdotal information contained therein, the reader will be able to synthesize the information and better comprehend the life of Isaiah Watts as he presents it. It should be noted, however, there appears to some gaps in the narrative, suggesting there are journals yet to be discovered or deliberately or accidentally not included in this initial repository.”

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The End

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Posted: 09/16/2022