The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
Volume II

By: Nicholas Hall
(© 2021-2022 by the author)

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Chapter 6
The War Years

“Young pre-pubescent, smooth, hairless, preferably virgin, white boys bring top dollars on the street until they’ve lost their virginity. The regularity and number of fucking lowers their value somewhat. If white boys aren’t available then boys of any color, as long as they are smooth, hairless, and pre-pubescent, are snatched and put to work as whores on the streets.” 

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts) 

Isaiah waited, his soapy hand still in full contact with Eddie’s small, hard, boy-cock, for Eddie to continue, but instead felt the lad began to thrust his cocklet into the hand fisted around it. Eddie reached around with one hand and maneuvered Isaiah’s hard length so it nestled between the small, smooth butt-cheeks so it’d ride up and down the small valley with his continued fucking of Isaiah’s hand.

It didn’t take long until Isaiah felt Eddie tense and shudder, signaling his dry, but strong orgasm. Eddie relaxed, leaned up against Isaiah’s stomach and chest and sighed in satisfaction. He was done- for now!

Isaiah rinsed him, ushered him out of the shower with instructions to dry off and find something to wear to supper.

“Go to my room and in the closet, there’s a number of long-sleeved flannel shirts. Get out four; one for you and three more for Cordell, Carlito, and Andres. The shirts should be long enough to cover your peckers and butts while we eat supper.”

Cordell witnessed what happened in the shower with Eddie and he was more than eager for some of the same, perhaps more, action. The “action,” he discovered would have to wait while Isaiah shampooed his hair and scrubbed the rest of his body.

“You’re in need of a haircut,” Isaiah commented, working the shampoo into Cordell’s thick, tightly curled, black hair. The black youth’s hair felt strange to his touch.

“You know,” he continued, “I’ve never touched a black person’s hair before or seen one naked. You’re the first!”

“Close your eyes, Cordell,” he instructed. “I’m going to rinse the soap from your hair.”

As he did, noticing the soapy water slide down from Cordell’s hair onto his body and then to the shower stall floor, Isaiah also noticed Cordell’s hard, four-plus inch cock, sticking straight up, the pinkish head and just a bit below, in contrast with the darker brown of the rest of his penis. He couldn’t resist reaching down, slipping the foreskin back until it was fully retracted, and came to the conclusions black boys and men were really no different than “white” or “Asian” males. All had cocks and balls and other important features, but their hair may be different and the color of their skins. As far as he was concerned, seeing Cordell’s cocklet twitch as it was slowly massaged, there really wasn’t difference!

“How short do you usually cut your hair?” he asked.

“The barber down the street cuts it short for me,” Cordell replied. “Don’t cost nothing but a blow job, except sometimes he just wants to suck on mine. His cock ain’t so big, so it’s an easy one.”

“Oh!”

Changing the subject, Isaiah inquired, “So, how long have you and Eddie been friends?” he asked, removing his hand from Cordell’s crotch, retrieving a washcloth and soap and began washing the boy’s body.

Cordell thought a moment, whether savoring the soapy hands recently gliding across his bare front and back, especially around his cock and over and between his butt cracks, before replying, “Oh, since first grade when I moved into the neighborhood.”

Cordell and his mother evidently moved quite often until they moved to Eddie’s neighborhood. It wasn’t the ritziest, but not a slum, and the rent was cheap. Their friendship was an unlikely one; a black boy with a white boy, one older and taller than the other; one boy, an orphan and living with his grandparents and the other home alone a great deal while his mother plied her trade on the streets as a prostitute.

Cordell intervened on the playground at school when several other boys decided to take issue with Eddie. It didn’t take long before the street tough seven-year-old Cordell dissuaded them from pursuing their taunting, letting them know to continue to do so would result in the loss of their cocks and balls to Cordell wielding a pair of school scissors as he “discussed” the situation with them.

Eddie recognized a champion on the playground and discovered a true friend! Their friendship meant they trusted each other, shared with each other, and would defend each other. Cordell didn’t care if Eddie was white, shy, and an orphan and Eddie didn’t care if Cordell was black and left alone while his mother fucked anyone with a cock and the money to pay for it. He also didn’t care if Cordell occasionally was put to work doing the same thing, although he did worry his friend would be hurt.

Most times his clients were white men who wanted to try out a different color. Cordell saw what he was doing as his contribution to his mother’s and his welfare. It meant he and his mother could stay together and he’d stay out of some juvie home.

Why white men thought a black boy’s asshole would respond any differently or a black cock would taste any different than a white boy seemed strange to both Eddie and Cordell, but Cordell did what he felt he had to do.

Cordell didn’t seem to mind, at least after the first few times, so he taught Eddie to take his up the butt, through personal contact and demonstration, topping him when the mood hit them. The roles were reversed with regularity. They both seemed to enjoy fucking as well as being fucked!

As he was telling his tale to Isaiah, Cordell’s “tail” was backed up against the hard, thick staff poking him in the butt-hole. Isaiah made no effort to dissuade Cordell in his efforts to insert the large phallus into his body, specifically his small, smooth, inviting butt so it might be better targeted and enable Isaiah’s very stiff, large and long throbbing instrument to invade his invitingly erotic rear portal! Yet, Isaiah didn’t assist him in his efforts, realizing it had to be Cordell’s decision and his alone whether or not he wanted to increase the levels of his involvement with Isaiah or Gio. Isaiah came to the conclusion both Cordell and Eddie wanted and needed love, as well as some sexual satisfaction, but the choices would be theirs to make.

Cordell twisted a little and pushed back, feeling the hard, bulbous head of Isaiah’s prick pop through the anal ring just as Isaiah asked,

“What made you think the guys would come for you next?”

Isaiah felt Cordell tense, either hesitating because of the intruder into his lower unit or a reluctance to say anything. The urge to speak overcame his hesitancy.

“I recognized the one guy Eddie described. He’s known as “Mad Dog” on the streets cause he’s mean as hell and brags about being able to find anything someone wants, boy or girl, although he really likes the young boys. Fucks anything with a cock and legs, two legs or four legs and is rough and mean about it. He can really hurt a guy when he fucks them. He’d line up some johns for my mom. Sometimes she’d come home all beat up.”

“So why did you leave and go to the Mission?”

“Mad Dog seen me and Eddie together a lot and I figured he’d come to my apartment hunting him down. I knew he’d take me with him even if Eddie wasn’t here.”

Cordell sort of wiggled, somewhat uncomfortably, Isaiah’s big cock lodged just inside his butt-hole, stopped, and continued,

“Momma hadn’t been home for four days and I knew something was bad wrong! If Mad Dog was hunting for boys to sell, he knew me and knew I was alone. If he knew I was alone, it meant Momma was……” Cordell’s voice tapered off, he pulled himself free of Isaiah’s cock, spun around, and hugged Isaiah tightly, his voice erupting in deep, painful sobs!

“Some folks thought she was a bad woman, doing what she had to do,” Cordell sobbed, his shoulders heaving, “but she was my Momma and loved me and I loved her and I miss her so much!”

Cordell was right, as the man at the Mission found out by making a few discreet inquiries. It was one of the reasons why the Mission wanted to send the two boys on their way just in case Mad Dog was hunting them for no other reason to shut them up. Someone else also recognized Sam Hopkins, aka Mad Dog, leaving the apartment and police had a warrant out for his arrest.

Cordell’s sobs settled as he was being held by Isaiah.

“I knew we’d be safe at the Mission ‘cause Momma and I’d go there sometimes for food or a place to stay while we found another apartment. The guy there likes boys with hair around their cocks so I knew he’d leave us alone. Of course, if he’d ask, both of us would let him ride for a while, but he didn’t.”

Isaiah made a mental note to have Conley dig deeper into this and if possible, arrange for legal papers which would place both boys in his legal custody. Something told him Cordell either saw or knew more about the activities of this “Mad Dog” than he was saying at this point in time. Perhaps, in the future, he’d feel safe enough or trust enough to tell what else was bothering him. If he knew something, chances are Eddie knew also. Isaiah thought the two boys would be safe on the farm and in Decker’s Corner. Sam Hopkins would be small potatoes compared to the backgrounds and reputations of the residents of Decker’s Corner. He also made a mental note to ask the boys or let them initiate any sexual encounters.

Cordell stopped his crying, resting in Isaiah’s arms, relishing the warmth and protectiveness.

“Let’s get you dried off,” Isaiah said softly, “and covered up so you can be decent for supper. Wouldn’t want someone to be tempted to make a meal of your special parts, would we?”

Cordell’s smile and big hug around Isaiah’s middle spoke volumes and was a genuine acceptance of Isaiah’s affirmation of protection and caring, although Cordell wouldn’t have minded Isaiah partaking of his hard stiff, brown, boy-cock or giving Isaiah’s big swizzle stick a lick or two.

A playful swat on Cordell’s small butt sent him into the bedroom, giggling and wiggling his bottom enticingly! The other boys were already down stairs, a flannel shirt was laying on the bed for Cordell to don, and Gio and Tommy were just starting to disrobe in preparation for their showers.

Tommy turned as Isaiah walked into the room, his half-erect cock sort of bouncing and wiggling as he walked, his limp seeming to exaggerate the movement and size.

“My goodness,” giggled Tommy, eyes all agog and a big smile brightening his face, and one hand on his hip, “aren’t you just so ever the very big boy!”

“Just a little bigger than Gio,” Isaiah responded, noticing Tommy’s brown cock was now stiff and erect, it’s five-inch, curved banana shape pointing out and up toward the lad’s stomach. He also noticed Tommy’s crotch, and balls, and the rest of his body, except for his head were devoid of hair.

Isaiah’s comments concerning Gio’s penis shifted Tommy’s attention to Gio, who was rapidly becoming erect, his stiff cock transitioning from a hanging piece of meat to the lance of feudal knight, prepared to skew his opponents!

“My, my,” commented Tommy in a girly voice wiggling his hips, “aren’t you just the special one as well.”

“And,” retorted Gio, “I see you have yourself well-shaved or plucked of any hair. Except for your cock size, someone would think you’re not fourteen, but perhaps ten or eleven.”

“I think it makes me more sexy and fuckable,” grinned Tommy with a wiggle of his hips and a thrusting back of his ass in an inviting manner.

Isaiah, grabbed his clean clothes and shoes, and headed toward the door, thinking, “For a fourteen-year-old, it sounds as if he’s well experienced and eager for it. Somebody is gonna’ get fucked and it won’t be Gio.”

By the time Isaiah was down the stairs and joined the boys, Tommy Tomayo was on his knees, one hand holding Gio’s large phallus, while his lips carefully enveloped and caressed the plum-shaped pinkish head.

Withdrawing for a minute, he. couldn’t help but admire the instrument of pleasure he held in his hand and filled his eyes.

“So nice, smooth, soft as silk with a mixture of velvet, yet hard, alive, and so, so tasty!”

He lowered his head again, wrapped his lips around the cock-head again and let his tongue, his very experienced and talented tongue, begin to titillate and tantalize Gio’s sex organ.  Tongue tip twitching the piss slit, before swiping around the flared head, dipping in the small valley of the glans, and down the underside, licking and nipping on the large tube located there, and ending up with one of Gio’s balls in his mouth. As he enjoyed the teen cock, Tommy purred almost as a cat at the milk bowl, satisfying a hunger and a need.

The fourteen-year-old’s hard five-inch penis, raising up from his hairless crotch in a banana curve toward his navel, dripped pre-cum Cowper’s fluid giving evidence of his own desire and impending masturbatory release. Using his mouth, bobbing up and down on Gio’s cock, warmth, moisture, and tongue bringing a swelling to the mouthful he had, Tommy knew Gio wouldn’t last much longer.

Pulling free, he pleaded, “Cum in my mouth!”

“Nope! I’m gonna cum up your ass,” Gio declared, pulling the lad up, spinning him around, and squatting a little to line his cock-head up with the young teen’s butt hole. The twitching hole opened slowly as Gio began his journey to paradise, allowing his access. Gio could feel Tommy’s bowels stretch and flex as the large intruder moved slowly deeper until he was as deep as he could go.

“Yes!” Tommy declared, “now fuck me and fuck me good!”

Tommy was young, tight, experienced, and loved it as Gio began thrusting back and forth. It wasn’t but two or three minutes until Gio felt his balls draw up, his cock swell, and begin spewing his white, sticking, and voluminous juice into Tommy’s rear chute.

******* 

Traveling finally took its toll on the four youngest of the five lads who’d taken up residence at Ravenwood. Their tummies full, it wasn’t long after eight-thirty Isaiah led them upstairs to bed. He was informed, in no uncertain terms by Carlito, none of them brought pajamas since they didn’t wear them. It’d appear, if given the chatter amongst the boys, living in the Philippines the weather was temperate enough to forgo such confining and warm garments.

“Bet that changes come winter,” mused Isaiah to no one in particular.

Andres shucked his flannel shirt, gave Isaiah a hug and a kiss, and snuggled into his own bed. Carlito followed suit and was soon flopped over on his tummy, ready for sleep.

Eddie and Cordell, in their own room, soon stripped off their flannel shirts and, after giving Isaiah a hug and a kiss, slid their naked bodies into the same bed.

“He likes company,” Eddie informed Isaiah, “and so do I.”

The boys in bed, Isaiah called his mother to inform her and his dad of their new residents, Eddie’s Romany background, and the need for hand-me-downs for the boys.

“Eddie and Cordell are in desperate need of almost everything,” he said. “Apparently they left San Francisco with only what they could stuff into pillow cases.”

Isaiah was hopeful his brothers, Jerome, age thirteen, Gideon, age eleven, and Jared, age nine, just might have some long pants, shirts, and some other clothes which could be used. Jackets and baseball caps would be useful as well.

“They’ve never been out of the city and on a farm,” he relayed, “so it should be an interesting experience for all of us. I’ll bring them around in the morning after breakfast.”

He also hoped his Aunt Anne and Uncle Ben as well as Aunt Carol and Uncle Darius would be able to help out as well. Tommy would need some jeans and long shirts as well. Tommy might not be out in the fields or gardens as much as the other boys given his experience as a houseboy, but one never knew.

“Sounds like your life is going to get really busy,” mused his mother.

 *******

Isaiah looked in on the boys when Gio and he got up to take care of the chores. He decided to let them sleep in on their first morning on the farm. There was time enough to introduce them to the chores and routines of living on a farm and all of the responsibilities which go with it. Granted, there were plenty of good times, but there was also hard work, for everyone.

Andre and Carlito were each in their own beds, sleeping soundly. Whereas, a glance in at Cordell and Eddies’ room found the two of them, arms wrapped around one another, still in Eddie’s bed, both sound asleep as well.

Of the four boys, he thought Eddie and Cordell the most insecure and protective of each other because of their circumstances. Both were now orphans and Cordell probably suffered the most abuse considering his mother’s occupation. Eddie would’ve had more secure environment being raised by his grandparents, but that was over now. Life wouldn’t be easy for either boy but Cordell, because of his race, might face some special challenges. The U.S. was full of racism and prejudice and was a dangerous place for non-whites, especially black persons. Isaiah committed himself to loving, protecting, and sheltering the two of them for as long as they desired or needed it. Who else did they have to do so?

Andres and Carlito had a more stable and, yes, loving environment, contrary to what many would imagine. Ramos was as queer as a deer and Tommy would bare his ass to anyone with a stiff cock, but it was clear Ramos loved his boys and they loved him dearly. Tommy, to them, was just Tommy and part of their household. They seemed to deal quite well with male-to-male sex since they’d been around it all of their young lives. The move from a warmer clime to the farm would prove to be interesting and perhaps stressful for them. All four would be stressed in this new strange environment and without the friends and other things found in the city. Quite a change!

Gio decided he’d take care of the steers, feed the hogs, and feed the chickens while Isaiah milked the two Guernsey cows. The two cows provided milk rich in butterfat which made great butter and plenty of it. The two also provided more milk than they’d been able to use, being able to share some with others, but that would soon change. As one old timer who had been the recipient of the butter in the past, stated, “It sure beats that white shit with the color capsule in it.”

Gio and Isaiah also decided to save gathering the eggs for the four boys to do after breakfast.

“May as well get them started at something,” Isaiah stated. “They’ll soon find out peckers don’t only hang between their legs. A hen and her eggs will show them that.”

A check of the hog’s water, a refill of the feeders with a mixture of cracked corn and commercial feed didn’t take long, nor did filling the chicken feeders and waterers. Gio filled the feeders with a mixture of cracked corn, oats, and commercial feed. The empty feed sacks were carefully folded and taken to the house since Gio’s grandmother and Isaiah’s grandmother used them to make shirts, skirts, and other items of clothing. Cloth was in short supply and everything had a use, even feed sacks. There were about thirty laying hens and it would’ve taken long if they hadn’t planned on the boys doing it. A half-dozen hens, each with eight to a dozen chicks, clucked about the chicken yard. Some of the chicks would be added to the laying stock while others would be eaten or sold. The old hens, once they slowed egg laying and aged, would be slaughtered in the fall and the meat canned for use as soup and casseroles.

In addition to the laying hens, the hens with chicks and those growing into fryer size, Isaiah acquired one hundred plus little chicks earlier in the spring when a feed store had an order canceled and wanted to get rid of the chicks. Isaiah paid a nominal fee to “take them off the feed store’s hands” and carted them home. Those chicks were still in the brooder house but were rapidly outgrowing it. The fenced yard was small, yet essential as they grew from chicks to pullets since it’d keep out the varmints and hawks since it was also enclosed over the top with chicken wire as well. Chicks generally grow to butchering size in six to ten weeks, so in a month or so, they’d be ready. The waterers and feeders were refilled in the brooder house as well.

Done with his share of the chores, Gio returned to the barn where Isaiah was finishing milking. Leaning over Isaiah’s back as he squatted down on the milking stool, Gio leaned his chin on Isaiah’s shoulder and deliberately and whispered softly in his ear, knowing full well it would stiffen Isaiah’s cock.

Isaiah paused, his hands still encompassing two of the cow’s teats as he was stripping her to finish milking.

“The way your talented hands and fingers handle that cow’s teats,” Gio breathlessly whispered, “wouldn’t you think they’d be as hard as a railroad spike? I know I am!”

“You’re always hard,” snickered Isaiah, turning his head slightly, giving Gio a kiss.

“I need you to fuck me, Isaiah,” pleaded Gio, “before we go inside.”

“Did fucking Tommy Tomayo last night make you that horny? As I remember it, we did it twice last night as well. Did you suck him too?”

“Nah! He was just begging to have my fat one up his butt. Wouldn’t have been a problem though, his dick is short, but nice, kind of like a slim sausage.”

“So, Gio, what the hell has you so horned up, besides me?”

Gio slid his hands down the front of Isaiah’s jeans until he reached the zipper.

“You’re so hard and so big,” he commented lustily. “I do love having that secured up my butt, flexing and pulsing your seed deep in me.”

“Gio, you didn’t answer my question!”

By then, Gio had Isaiah’s cock out of his jeans and was slowing stroking it from the thick base nestled in dark pubes up the considerable length to the fat head, beginning to drip its natural lubricant.

“Ease up, Lover,” cautioned Isaiah. “let me send this cow out to pasture and pour the milk in the can. Later on the boys can learn how to run the separator and maybe churn butter.”

“God, I really want you to churn my butter,” groaned Gio, his butt-hole twitching in anticipation and his cock straining in his jeans.

Gio was already bent over, pants down around his ankles, hands on his knees, and ass bared out waiting for Isaiah after Isaiah sent the cow to pasture and emptied the milk bucket into the milk can. Isaiah stepped up behind him, spit on his cock, and began easing his considerable length into familiar territory. Buried deep, balls deep, he wiggled it a bit to secure the cock-head and allow Gio’s bowels to stretch, and asked again,

“So, what cranked up your cock?”

“Well,” Gio began, “remember last night after supper when the little boys, Carlito and Andres, were sitting on Ramos’ lap?”

“So?”

“Did you see where he had his hands?”

“Wasn’t paying any attention,” Isaiah grunted, shoving back and forth, seeking maximum depth and pleasure. Besides, he was busy watching Cordell and Eddie’s semi-naked bodies and their small cocks wiggling as they sat next to him.

“He had one hand in each boy’s crotch fondling and feeling their cocks and balls. The boys were as hard as little nails!”

“Really?” groaned Isaiah reaching his climax and spewing inside Gio’s depths.

“YES!” Gio squealed, releasing his copious load of semen onto the barn floor.

Isaiah rested a moment, belly to back on Gio before withdrawing, allowing cum to drip from Gio’s asshole. He looked around, found an old cloth, and carefully wiped away the cum from Gio’s backside and off of his own cock.

“I really want to fuck those two!” Gio finally announced.

Isaiah knew very well Gio loved to fuck and suck young, hairless boys, almost as much as he loved Isaiah, but Isaiah wasn’t resentful or jealous. Gio was amiable to Isaiah’s delight in slightly older boys, but Isaiah was careful in his approach to Gio’s desire to fuck the two young, smaller Asian boys

“They’re pretty small and young,” Isaiah advised. “Better wait until they’re older or until they make the first move. Then be really careful you don’t hurt them. Yet, they’ve told me Tommy seems to fuck them on a regular basis so it wouldn’t be the first time they had a cock up their asses.”

Changing the subject while walking to the house, after putting the milk can in the water tank to cool in the milk house, Gio said,

“You know, when Eddie and Cordell were naked after their shower was the first time I ever saw a black guys cock?”

“Anything different from ours, only smaller?”

“No, just the color! There’s really no difference in any of us, black, white, Asian—none of us,” Gio concluded.

Agreeing, Isaiah said, “Right so!”

The rest of the way to the house, Isaiah thoughts were wrought with concerns for Cordell, a black boy, and Carlito, Andres, and Tommy, all Asian boys or, one might include all four as people of color, and their position and the difficulties they will face in the United States. The States were full of prejudice and racism and presented many dangers for non-whites, especially blacks such as Cordell and now, in the midst of a war in Asia, against Asian. This was evidenced by the government rounding up people of Japanese ancestry whether they were citizens or not. Life wouldn’t be easy, but Isaiah decided he’d do his level best to protect not only the boys of color but Eddie as well since his heritage as Romany was just as apt to be attacked as the others. He probably, would have more of an advantage since he now would be living in a community of Romany and Decker’s Corner, where a conglomerate of misfits lived and enjoyed a relatively peaceful life. Boys such as these would always have a place to live and grow if Isaiah had anything to do about it.

 *******

“Man, if we eat like that every meal, we’ll be market ready in three weeks,” Isaiah said satisfactorily, his belly full to over-flowing.

Breakfast consisted of two large pans of some sort of egg bake, bacon, sweet rolls with a light glaze and butter, a side of applesauce, and milk.

“You got that right,” moaned Gio, remembering how well they all ate. Tommy, Carlito, and Andres were apparently used to it and paced themselves. Cordell and Eddie, on the other hand, ate as though there might not be another meal for a day or two, probably because of their lives before coming to Ravenwood.

Tommy stayed in the house to help clean up, as was his habit, while Gio and Isaiah led the others to the farmyard and the chicken house and yard. Isaiah and Gio explained how the chickens and the pullets (young chickens) were to be cared for and how important it was to gather the eggs twice a day, unless it was decided to allow a hen to hatch a clutch of eggs. Those nesting boxes were closer to the floor of the chicken house so the little chicks could exit or enter without getting hurt.

Andres and Carlito quickly set about gathering eggs, both speaking, in a soft, non-threatening voice, in a mixture of Tagalog and Spanish to the hens. They had no problems gathering eggs since their voices seemed to calm the hens while small hands slipped under their feathery bodies to take their eggs.

“Evidently,” Isaiah said, “you two had experience with chickens.”

“And ducks,” Andres informed him. “They lay bigger eggs and the ducks are yummy to eat as well.”

Eddie and Cordell presented a different story. About every third hen pecked the shit out of their hands They exercised great caution, preferring to shoo the hen from the nest before gathering the eggs. Isaiah was to discover the two city boys had a bigger affinity to larger animals such as the cows, hogs, steers, and horses.

Eggs gathered, Isaiah loaded the boys, including Tommy into the pickup truck (some had to ride in the back in the truck bed) and headed toward his mother’s with instructions from Conley to ask his dad to keep his eyes open for a commercial refrigerator, a commercial range, and a commercial freezer.

“If he can find a restaurant going out of business or something similar, have him help me buy those items or buy them at auction and I’ll pay him.”

 Gio stayed at Ravenwood to plow and disc some more garden space so they could increase their harvest. Potatoes would be plentiful since Isaiah’s father and uncles planted a large potato field earlier. Excess potatoes and garden produce would either be sold or distributed to those in the community needing it during these war-time years.

Sabrina Russo, Zoe Lovell, Claire Watts, and Dorothea Watts were at the kitchen table having coffee when Isaiah and his crew arrived. Standing on the porch, waiting for the newcomers as well, was Isaiah’s younger brothers, Gideon, Jerome, and Jared. They stood quietly watching the strangers, assessing them as only a Watt’s boy can do trying to determine who was friend and who was foe, tumble out of the truck and follow Isaiah to the house.

Tommy was first to pass them by, followed by Carlito and Andres who both gave a small smile and wave, and finally Cordell and Eddie.

Jerod looked Cordell over closely, leaned over to Gideon and asked, in Romany, “Suppose his dick is the same color as the rest of him?”

Eddie overheard the remark, smiled, looked directly at Jerod and responded, “Sure is! If you’re nice to him, he just might show you!”  and the two of them continued on into the house.

The three Watts boys stood open-mouthed, surprised the one boy understood what they said and answered them.

“He’s like us!” Gideon said to his brothers and the ice was broken, as they scurried into the kitchen to join the rest of the family.

Isaiah quickly introduced the five boys he had with them to the adults and Gideon, Jared, Jerome made certain the boys knew who they were as well.

“Well,” Claire said with a smile, “we understand our new friends are going to need some different clothing especially if they are going to be living here in a colder climate and living on the farm at Ravenwood. I think we can find some, but we need to take some measurements first before we begin trying things on.”

The three Watts boys pretty near tripped over themselves volunteering to help and gather up clothes.

Sabrina and Claire sorted out Carlito and Andres and began measuring them. The little boys giggled and laughed, but were well supported by Gideon and Jared who were absolutely certain there was clothes to be had somewhere in the house.

 Dorothea pulled Tommy aside, commenting, “This handsome young man may take a larger size since he’s somewhat taller.”

Tommy blushed, sort of put his head down, but didn’t pull away from the attention. Jerome stood alongside of him and thought the two of them were about the same size so he could certainly help.

Zoe Lovell held out her hands to Eddie and Cordell, saying, “Why don’t we step into one of the bedrooms and do our measuring?”

Pausing a moment, she asked Eddie, “Does Cordell speak our language as well?”

“No, he’s gaje, but my very best friend.”

Switching to English so Cordell would understand, Zoe smiled warmly, pulled Cordell a little closer, and said, “Everyone should have a best friend and I can see you two are.”

The ladies had gathered clothing from the other Watt’s families so there was an assortment to choose from. For the most part, they found enough clothes to outfit each of the boys, but there were some items needing altering and they assured the boys it would take no time whatsoever.

Jared, Gideon, and Jerome were eager to show Cordell, Eddie, Carlito, and Andres the donkey cart and the burros so they could take a short ride around the yard and down the road a piece. Dorothea had fresh sugar cookies waiting for them when they would return. Tommy found them first, having chosen to stay behind and look over the kitchen, and proclaimed them “absolutely delicious,” and “almost sinful.” He insisted on knowing how to make them and have the Dorothea copy down the recipe.

It didn’t’ bother the ladies one bit he was a bit “foppish” and preferred their company. In fact, they loved him for it!

As Zoe commented after the boys left, “It’s nothing any one of us haven’t experienced a boy in our own families who’d rather have a boyfriend than a girlfriend.

Isaiah also poured through the collection of books his mother and grandmother acquired over the years and picked out a half-dozen to take with him.

“I think the boys need to be read to each night,” he said, remembering how his mother and grandmothers read to his brothers and him. “And I intend to do the same, starting tonight.”

The boys were pretty well tuckered out that evening after the busy day they’d had. After supper and before bed, they settled down on the couch in the living room and Isaiah began reading “Kidnapped” by Robert Louis Stevenson.

Isaiah, after reading several pages, noted the boys starting to doze, so he and Gio ushered them upstairs to bed. Tommy just staggered into his bedroom and collapsed on his bed. Isaiah tucked Cordell and Eddie into their bed while Gio did the same for Carlito and Andres.

Cordell whispered to Isaiah, after his hug and kiss, “I didn’t know a donkey had such a big dick!”

“Horses are bigger!” Isaiah answered.

“Really?”

“Really!”

“Oh my!”

To be continued...

Posted: 05/06/2022