The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
Volume II
By:
Nicholas Hall
(© 2021-2022 by the author)
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Chapter 8
The War Years
“How can I turn down a request from Grandma Zoe? After all, wasn’t she the one who nursed me back to health and brought relief to my sore hip and leg?!”
(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)
The two weeks prior to Gio’s departure for Boot Camp were busy, filled with heartache, worry for his safety, hopeful for his safe return, and laced with overall trepidation, and very passionate!
Gio spent a great deal of time during the days at his grandparents. Isaiah seeking to know more and wanting to express his own need and desire for Gio’s companionship, inquired why, not in anger, but concern.
“I’m memorizing,” Gio explained, “everything I can about Grandpa Russo’s Italy and Grandma’s Germany,” convinced, once the army discovered his propensity and fluency in Italian and German, written and spoken, he’d be sent to one of those countries.
“You never know what the army has in store for you,” Conley counseled, “You’ll go where they think they need you, no matter your education or background. There’s plenty of college grads made into cooks or truck drivers.”
Undeterred and undaunted, Gio pressed on, determined to know the names and locations of distant relatives, “just in case I run into them,” he allowed with hopeful and firm resolve.
Isaiah missed his presence during the day, desiring him nearby twenty-four-seven but kept his silence since he understood too well what Gio was trying to do – add knowledge to help in his survival if it came to that! Gio needed to know all he could in order to survive the carnage taking place in Europe, should he be sent there. If he was sent to the Pacific Front, Isaiah encouraged him to spend some time with Ramos and Tommy learning some phrases in Tagalog to help him there.
“Useful phrases,” Gio joked, yet not joking, “like you wanna fuck here or behind the shed or tree?”
Gio was Isaiah’s lover, boyfriend, soulmate for life, the one who Gio wanted most to be buried balls deep in his ass, fucking him until both climaxed, but Gio also had a strong attraction for younger boys, especially hairless, pre-pubescent boys and those on the cusp of puberty. In that sense, he wasn’t unlike his Uncle Freddy. Isaiah also loved to love the younger boys as well, but didn’t have the intense and almost relentless desire Gio had. Their relationship was an open one, each knowing their dalliances were just that and no more, knowing at the end of the day, they still belonged to each other, welcoming, warm, and loving!
Gio tended to sweet talk, fondle, kiss, and such, the younger ones until they gave up their asses to him. Isaiah, on the other hand, preferred they come willingly to his cock without vocal or physical persuasion. The visual presentation of his cock and a warm smile was all the encouragement he felt was needed! Isaiah was not far from wrong about that!
A couple of days before Gio left, Isaiah standing naked in the doorway of Carlito and Andres’ bedroom after being alerted by a soft moan and the sounds of a bed squeaking, saw, in the dim light of night, Carlito on his belly, his legs splayed frog-like with Gio mounted, fucking his sweet, small ass while Andres straddled Carlito’s head so Gio could suckle his hard little spike and soft balls.
Isaiah felt a warm arm come around his waist and a small, soft hand clasp his hard cock, while a small, stiff penis pushed up against one of his butt cheeks.
“Them boys must got elastic assholes,” breathed Cordell softly as he gave Isaiah’s cock a couple of strokes.
“Bet they couldn’t take this up their ass,” questioned Eddie who’s equally small and soft hand joined Cordell’s, assisting his efforts with a couple of jerks of his own. “But, I sure could and so could Cordell,” now squeezing and massaging Isaiah’s throbbingly stiff and thick boner.
“You think so?” Isaiah asked.
“Sure would like to try,” Cordell offered. “If you be willing?”
“So, do you guys have elastic assholes?”
“Nope,” Cordell answered confidently, “New York Yankees type.”
“What the hell’s a New York Yankee type?”
“Seventh inning stretch,” giggled Eddie in response.
With a flick of his head, Isaiah invited Cordell and Eddie to accompany him across the hall to his bedroom and bed.
“Who’s first?” he asked.
“Me,” Cordell volunteered proudly. “I’m older.”
“How do you want it, Cordell?”
“Doggy style!”
Isaiah nodded, reached for the jar of Vaseline kept on the nightstand and proceeded to apply a liberal amount to his hard cock and, bending Cordell over, to the outside and inside of Cordell’s rectum. Lubed up, Cordell got on his hands and knees, leaned forward onto his elbows and presented his small, brown ass to Isaiah.
Isaiah moved between the young lad’s legs, positioned himself so his cock just nudged the small, wrinkled, brown pucker-hole, and instructed Cordell to push out like he was taking a dump, easing the Isaiah’s entry into Cordell’s ass. He pushed forward, felt the head pop through, and heard Cordell give a small whimper and flinched. Waiting a minute for Cordell to adjust, Isaiah began a slow, hot, moist journey into Cordell’s body. He could feel the Cordell’s bowel stretch, the muscles squeeze and relax before squeezing again.
“God, you are tight!” Isaiah exclaimed.
“Ain’t nobody been up there ‘cept Tommy and Eddie in a good long time,” Cordell groaned. “But I’m getting to like it real good.”
“If it hurts too much, I’ll stop,” Isaiah offered.
“No, just take it slow for a bit,” Cordell asked as he wiggled his butt to adjust to the large intruder.
Isaiah felt his pubic bush brush Cordell’s smooth ass cheeks and when Cordell gave to nod to continue, began a slow, but familiar rocking motion, sliding his stiffness back and forth rubbing Cordell’s young prostate with each thrust. It wasn’t long until he felt Cordell shiver and tense in a dry orgasm. It triggered one of his own, shooting several bursts of thick, hot teen cum deep into the younger boy’s body.
Dribbling his last inside Cordell, Isaiah’s cock began to soften and he pulled out with a “plop!”
“Can you go again?” Eddie asked, concerned he wasn’t going to get to take a ride on the tickle pickle.
“Give me a minute or two to catch my breath and you’ll be next! While we wait, let me get you ready.”
Eddie wasn’t as experienced as Cordell, explaining the only people who ever fucked him was Cordell and Tommy. Tommy wasn’t as big as Isaiah, so Isaiah applied a liberal amount of Vaseline to the outside and inside of Eddie’s butt hole. He used first one finger, then two, and finally three to stretch and prepare the small anus for penetration.
Satisfied he’d prepared Eddie the best he could, he guided Eddie to the bed. “I’ll lay down on the bed and you straddle me. Squat down until you feel the head of my dick nudge your asshole and them begin to lower yourself so it pokes up through your hole. Control your push down at a rate you feel comfortable. If it hurts too much or you want to quit, all you have to do is stand up. My cock is pretty big and you’re small, so it could be painful, okay?”
Eddie nodded his understanding and, after trying the squatting position, decided it’d be uncomfortable and a strain on his legs. Instead, he reclined with his knees on either side of Isaiah’s naked body, his small pucker hovering over Isaiah’s weapon. Eddie scooted back and down just a trifle, until he felt the thick, twitching, hot head of Isaiah’s prick nudge his small pucker. The oozing juice from it was slick and slippery from the applied Vaseline.
Eddie leaned back and down more, allowing the cock-head to press up against his back door, increasing his pressure until he felt the thick penis head pop through his sphincter. The intrusion of the large cock piercing his ass, brought to his eyes a mixture of excitement, amazement, and pain! Concentrating on his task, receiving Isaiah’s cock into his body, never taking his eyes from making contact with Isaiah’s, Eddie leaned forward, moving Isaiah’s cock a fraction out before leaning back and pushing down some more, inserting more cock in his ass.
Isaiah could feel Cordell’s hand around the base of his cock steadying the massive instrument as Eddie proceeded to fuck himself on it. Eddie’s face would register the sharp pain in his ass, grimacing, yet determined, no matter the cost, Isaiah’s cock was going to find another home in his bowels as it did in Cordell and often in Gio.
Eddie would rest a moment, lean forward and then back, easing some more of the stiff staff deeper. Forward and back, forward and back, sinking deeper each time he moved, making progress toward his goal. His eyes never left Isaiah’s but he began to notice Isaiah squeezing his eyes tight shut every time he rocked back and forth.
“Am I hurting you, Isaiah?” Eddie asked, concerned Isaiah was in distress.
“Not one fucking bit!” Isaiah wheezed. “It’s just you’re so tight, so hot, and my cock is so sensitive from it, I’m afraid I’ll explode too soon.”
“Just let it happen, Uncle Isaiah,” Cordell giggled, holding the base of Isaiah’s cock, watching Eddie sink lower until he was almost fully penetrated.
One last push and Eddie felt Isaiah’s cock hairs brush his ass cheeks. “I made it,” he announced proudly and began rocking back and forth, enjoying the fullness and the sensations of being fucked with the large cock Isaiah possessed and was now inserted in his sweet, small ass.
Not two minutes later, Isaiah moaned, “Oh my god!” and began pumping his semen deep into the young lad.
“I can actually feel it,” squealed Eddie, joyously. “Your cock swells up every time you squirt and I think I can feel your hot stuff inside me.”
“You ought to see it from back here!” Cordell added, watching the thick tube on the underside of Isaiah’s cock swell and throb with each pulse.
*******
Agostino and Sabrina Russo, accompanied by Isaiah, drove Gio to the Tri-Cities where he caught a bus, loaded with other recruits, to boot camp. Before leaving Ravenwood, Gio took Eddie, Cordell, Andres, and Carlito aside and, along with goodbyes, hugs, kisses, and tears, gave them some special instructions to take care of while he was gone.
Conley hugged Gio and tried his best hold back his tears, but failed!
“You and Isaiah are the sons I never had,” he confided to Gio. “Please stay safe and return home!”
Before loading on the bus, Gio gave Isaiah a hug and whispered, “No matter what, I’ll always love you. I’ll keep in touch like we decided. Okay?”
Isaiah’s heart ached and couldn’t keep his eyes from tearing up.
“Don’t cry!” comforted Gio. “If anyone can survive this war, I can and will,” and after a moment’s hesitation, embraced Isaiah, not caring what anyone else thought or witnessed, hugging him tightly, murmuring, “I love you so much, you know that don’t you? I’ll come back to you; you’re my other half.”
Isaiah nodded his understanding, but it really didn’t lessen his sorrow. Gio knew how to survive and could be just as ruthless and secretive as he was caring. Woe be to those who would view him as otherwise! Gio was raised amongst the rough side of Decker’s Corner and well-schooled in the arts of survival. Additionally, he was excellent with a knife, opening almost any kind of lock, expert with a firearm, and could move through the darkness or even daylight, almost like a ghost, unnoticed and undetected by those who he wished to hide from.
According to Gio, Boot Camp was supposed to last ten to twelve weeks, but if Conley was correct, it might be shorter since the war was deepening and the military needed people.
*******
The time Gio was gone moved slowly, yet fast for Isaiah. There was much to do at Ravenwood. Chores still needed to be done, Conley’s business books and accounts needed to be managed, and the boys needed him. Not only did he spend more time with them, teaching them skills with their knives, but how to survive in what could be a very hostile world for them. His own experiences growing up proved invaluable to him as he worked with the boys.
In addition to the regular farm tasks, augmented by help from his father and his brothers in doing field work, green beans needed to be picked and canned, applesauce made from the now ripening Yellow Transparent apples from the small orchard, jam from raspberries and blackberries, finish canning the spring peas, canning cherries, along with making pickles from the burgeoning cucumber crop, and butter to churn. The boys were a great help, diving into the tasks without complaint and Tommy was invaluable in the kitchen helping Ramos, but the boys still needed time to just be boys and interact with Isaiah’s younger brothers and cousins so he made certain they did.
Conley and Ramos were handling the new construction, the addition to the kitchen area. I was nearing completion and, once the big commercial freezer, cooler, and kitchen range were finally installed and working, preparing and preserving produce from the farm would be much easier and more efficient. It wouldn’t be long until they’d be butchering young chickens (fryers) and either be canning or freezing them.
Isaiah really needed help, especially with the farm work. It came quite unexpectedly, but welcome, although at the time he had certain misgivings concerning how much it’d be, from a quarter Isaiah would never have imagined, his Grandmother Lovell!
Isaiah’s hip was bothering him and had been ever since Gio left. Zoe noticed him favoring it when she came over to Ravenwood for one of her regular checks on Conley and his medicinal supplies.
Zoe marched Isaiah into the bedroom, motioning Eddie (her favorite) and Cordell to follow her, ordered Isaiah to strip off his britches which he did, unabashed his grandmother would see him naked, even at almost nineteen years of age. She then proceeded to instruct Eddie and Cordell the fine arts of massaging Isaiah’s hip with her special liniment. They were told to do this every night to ease the pain and stiffness.
“And don’t let him talk you out of it. It only gets worse if left unattended, understand? Eddie, you make certain it gets done, okay?”
Of course, Cordell and Eddie nodded their heads enthusiastically, not wanting to miss any opportunity to feast their eyes on the large treat before them and partake of it, if possible!
Zoe wondered from day one, why Eddie’s last name seemed vaguely familiar. In conversation with him, she discovered she had a passing acquaintance with his grandmother before both of them married.
“She was so kind and beautiful,” Zoe remarked to him, “but left her band of travelers when she married and I never saw her again.”
Commenting to Eddie how much he favored his grandmother, Eddie became her “special boy” and she became “family” to him in a special way, someone older who could love him as his grandmother had. It was a special relationship they developed.
Finished with Gio, Zoe then moved on to tend to Conley. She proceeded to scold him for overdoing it and taxing his heart. With Gio gone, Conley admitted more work of his has fallen on Isaiah and he was just trying to help out.
“Well,” scolded Zoe, “you won’t be much help stretched out in the grave.”
Without giving him a chance to respond, she continued, “Well, I can get you some help, but you do owe me a couple of favors.”
She explained her proposal and when concluded, Conley called Isaiah to his office so they could get his approval. Conley wasn’t certain if he would approve, but Zoe had no doubt of it.
Isaiah listened carefully as his grandmother explained what she thought they should do.
“A dear friend of mine, from another Romany Band, has had the task of raising one of her grandsons. Her husband passed away several months ago and her health is not good. As a result, she must move in with another one of her children. She is fearful there’d be little room for her grandson. She and her husband farmed for many years and one of her sons will take over the farm.”
Zoe took a big breath before continuing. “Montgomery Dodd is a little slow and quite shy. The kids in his old school teased him calling him “Monty the Dud” and other less flattering names. He’s been held back a couple of times but did get his eighth-grade diploma.”
That was only part of the problem! A teacher in the small-town school Montgomery attended was discovered poking Monty’s butt and evidently had several times. The teacher was fired, the kids piled on more insults including “Mount the dud” and the adults were merciless! Zoe’s friend was at her wits ends, wanting to locate Monty in a good home where he’d be safe.
“I told her I thought you, Isaiah, would look out for him and he’d have a good home. Monty is fifteen years old and, from what I understand, a good worker and loves the farm. He causes no trouble, is obedient, and wants to please, something the teacher took advantage of. My friend also said Monty didn’t turn away from the opportunity either.”
Isaiah thought a moment, knowing his grandmother trusted him and hoped he could help, and nodded his approval.
“Well,” Zoe said with a smile, “that solves part of the problem.”
Isaiah and Conley raised their eyebrows waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Jimmy Wilson, age seventeen, a high school graduate, and fourth oldest of ten children, is a farm boy who needs a job. There’s no future on the farm for him since his oldest brother will take it over and with so many in the house to feed and clothe, his parents want him on his own. You’d think the army would be the place to be. Well, the army won’t take him because of his eyesight and a slight heart murmur; nothing serious, just enough to keep him out of the service. As far as his eyes, he’s blind as a bat without his glasses. This’d be a perfect place for him with room, board, clothing, and maybe a little spending money for payment.”
Zoe took another deep breath. “Besides, Tommy would be heart-broken if you didn’t put him on.”
“What?” Conley and Isaiah both exclaimed.
“Didn’t know that, did you?”
“Nope,” Conley stated, “never saw that coming!”
“It’s been going on for several weeks from what I understand,” Zoe said with a smile. “All pretty secretive!”
Isaiah just shrugged his shoulders, looked at his grandmother, sort of quizzically, “And when do Monty and Jimmy start here?”
“Monty will be here before lunch in the morning and Jimmy the day after tomorrow.”
To be continued...
Posted: 05/20/2022