The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
Volume II

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

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Chapter 10
The War Years

“Ravenwood is a home for boys who like boys and men. All are safe here.”

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts) 

“I’ve delivered your new hired hand a little early,” Brad announced with a laugh. “From the looks of things, I hope you can get some work out of him.”

“We will- eventually,” Isaiah responded with just as hearty a laugh. “Come on up to the porch and I’ll introduce you to the owner of Ravenwood and our highly esteemed and incredibly excellent chef, or cook, as he prefers to refer to himself. I’ll explain the financial, room, board, and other benefits Jim will have while he’s here.”

Tommy grabbed the smaller duffle and with Jimmy in tow quickly ascended to the porch, made a quick introduction to Conley and Ramos, and ushered Jim into the house and upstairs to the room they’d share.

While Tommy and Jimmy headed upstairs, Conley, Ramos, Brad, and Isaiah remained on the porch to discuss Jimmy’s position and pay. The job was fairly straight-forward; Jimmy would be expected to help with farm work, the house, the garden, and all other activities associated with living on a farm with others. It included taking care of their room as well as helping with meals, laundry, or other family activities as well.

“Tell your folks, Brad, Jim will get room, board, clothing, and any other items a lad his age would have at home, plus thirty-dollars a month cash. That may be a smaller amount than most farm hands would be paid, but we’ll furnish almost everything he needs. There are a couple of strings tied to it, however. He has to send half of it home each month to his folks and the other half is his, although we strongly encourage him to make investments for his future such as in War Bonds or bank savings. He’s older and more experienced so he will probably be put on one of the tractors. Another new boy, Monty Dodd, started today as well. He’s a couple of years younger than Jim but also experienced with farm work so he’ll help Jim or vice-versa. We’ll have to see how it works out. And most of important, tell them not to worry. If Jim needs time off to go home for anything or they want him to stop by, that’ll be no problem. Okay?”

It was a slightly higher rate of pay than Monty would be getting, fifteen dollars a month, but there was the difference in age, education, and experience. Cordell, Carlito, Andres, and Eddie received “allowances” of five dollars a month. Conley also purchased the smaller denomination War Bonds for each of the boys every other month. He’d do the same for Jimmy.

Brad nodded his understanding, made his goodbyes, and drove off.

Isaiah left Conley and Ramos on the porch and headed up stairs to check on how Jimmy and Tommy were doing. Peeking in the bedroom door, he found Jimmy doing Tommy with intensity and vigor!

The duffle bags were empty, folded and placed on a dresser, and Tommy’s small butt was full with Jimmy’s fat, but average cock. Tommy was bent over alongside the bed, his pants down around his ankles, and Jimmy, his own pants down as well, was stretched across Tommy’s back, arms under the armpits and over the shoulders to secure himself, thrusting and pumping! Jimmy’s butt cheeks clenched, he pushed forward and held it, pulled back, clenched again, and with a final moan, delivered his load into Tommy’s haymow!

Isaiah coughed softly to announce his presence, now the current copulation was complete, causing Jimmy to pull out with a distinct “plop,” wheel about in order to discover who might be an interloper, discovered with embarrassment who it was, bringing the comment from Tommy,

“Hi, Uncle Isaiah, isn’t he just wonderful? And so nice to me!” giving Jimmy a kiss on the cheek.

Jimmy just stood there, wondering whether to try to hide his now deflating member, make some dumb remark, or just look stupid and embarrassed!

Isaiah saved his bacon or in this case his tube-steak, by settling his gaze on Jimmy’s crotch and stepping forward, cupped those young, low-hanging, smooth eggs in his hand.

“Nice set of balls, Jimmy,” fondling them before moving up to Jimmy’s cock. “Nice fat head on this baby as well,” and ran a finger around the fat, plum-shaped knob. The teen’s cock wasn’t huge, but not small either. Perhaps six inches when stiff and thick like a sausage with a cock-head larger than the shaft.

“You certainly can stir the stew with this baby,” Isaiah complimented.

“And he squirts a whole bunch,” announced Tommy proudly. “I got to get to the pot and unload some,” he added as, with one hand covering his butt-hole, he raced toward the bathroom.

Isaiah could see the looks of fear, concern, and confusion flit across Jimmy’s face, wondering what would happen to him since he was caught buried balls deep in his boyfriend.

“You’re among friends here, Jimmy,” Isaiah said consoling the young man. “We all are like you; we like boys and men and take our pleasures accordingly. You have no fear and may indulge your sexual wants as you wish, as long as the other boy or man consents. We allow no rapes or coerced sexual encounters. Okay?”

Jimmy nodded his understanding, although there seemed to be some doubt in his mind.

“When Tommy gets done, come on down to the office. Tommy will show you the way.”

******* 

Jimmy seemed recovered, relaxed, and free from embarrassment seated in front of the desk, with Tommy alongside of him, in Conley’s office while Isaiah explained his wages and benefits while at Ravenwood. The look on Jimmy’s face indicated it was more than he expected and was well pleased with the package. Jimmy was smart, experienced with farm work, and had a great deal of savvy, necessary to survive in the world outside of Ravenwood. He was a young man who could keep his mouth shut, except when sucking cock, mused Isaiah, and could be trusted. Trust was an important quality to have while at Ravenwood. There were many things happening there and Decker’s Corner which wouldn’t be looked on favorably by certain parts of “polite” society.

The nicker of Betts and the joyous chatter of boys heralded the arrival of the rest of the boys from their “tour” of the neighborhood.

“May as well meet the rest of the crew,” Isaiah announced, rising from behind the desk and motioning Jimmy and Tommy to follow him.

If there’d been any doubt in Isaiah’s or Conley’s mind how Jimmy Wilson would be accepted or how he’d accept those in the Ravenwood clan, it was soon dispelled! The only hesitancy came on the part of Monty. Not so much as reluctance but because of his shyness and feeling uncomfortable around strangers.

Jimmy was quick to notice and set about remedying the situation by stepping forward, putting his arms around Monty, and giving him a big hug. Jimmy made no bones about how handsome he thought Monty was and how they were sure to be great friends and workmates.

“You’re a good-looking guy,” Jimmy said, “as long as I have my glasses on. Otherwise, I’m blind as a bat and have to do everything by feel,” and reached down to Monty’s crotch and cupped his balls. “One time I had to piss and didn’t have my glasses on. I pulled out my thumb and pissed my pants.”

Monty just wiggled and giggled!

All of the boys roared with laughter, but Monty, after laughing as well, looked up and asked, “You’re just foolin’ me, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but just about pissing my pants, not about how good looking you are,” giving Monty another soft squeeze. “You never know though; some night I might need some help if I can’t find my glasses.”

******* 

Isaiah strolled around, observing the work, as the boys did chores. One wouldn’t believe they were newly acquainted with each other and their duties the way they worked in such an easy and seemingly coordinated manner. Monty fed and watered the hogs, Jimmy fed and checked on the cattle, Eddie and Cordell began milking, and Carlito and Andres fed and watered the poultry and gathered eggs. Monty finished with the hogs and (as much as he disliked chickens) helped Andres and Carlito. Jimmy stepped in to help Eddie and Cordell finish the milking and carry the full milk pails to the house for separating.

Isaiah was pleased everything went so smoothly, in fact more than pleased when he noticed Jimmy making certain things were cleaned up and put away. As they cleaned up, the boys, save Monty who only nodded and grinned, chattered and laughed and joked, behaving as old friends or relatives would!

After supper, Isaiah thought about reading to the boys once they were in bed, uncertain how Monty and Jimmy would react, perhaps thinking they were too old to be read to. However, he decided to take his usual place on the couch, opened the book, and was preparing to read, when Monty decided his place was snuggled up to him and Carlito up next against him. Andres took his place on the other side of Isaiah. Eddie and Cordell sat on the floor in front of Isaiah and Tommy settled, on the floor, between Jimmy’s outspread legs and rested his head against Jimmy’s chest.

Isaiah glanced at the couple, when turning a page, and wondered how the hell Jimmy could see without his bifocals. The prescription was certainly almost strong enough, he thought, to declare him legally blind without glasses. Evidently, it wasn’t a factor with the driver’s license people or the State since Jimmy had a driver’s license and was, according to Brad, an excellent driver, cautious, but excellent.

Finished for the evening, before the boys went to bed, Isaiah gave Eddie, Cordell, Andres, and Carlito a kiss and hug, as he usually did, intending to give Monty and Jimmy a hug. They’d have none of that, insisting on a kiss and a hug as well. Monty went upstairs with Cordell and Eddie, followed by Carlito and Andres. Jimmy waited until Tommy finished in the kitchen, helping to prepare for breakfast, and the two of them went to their room.

Isaiah and Conley visited a short while concerning the progress, or lack of it, of the war and the inhumanity of the conflict with the reports of lives lost (heavily censored to lessen the impact on the American public), speculating on how long the conflict might last. Conley continued to monitor the progress and news from the powerful shortwave radio he had in his office. The information he gleaned from it was probably more extensive than the public was receiving and definitely more informative. He noted to Isaiah he was picking up clandestine broadcasts from other parts of the world, often in the languages of that particular nation.

“I think some of the broadcasts are from partisan groups fighting what is now known as ‘guerrilla’ operations. I think the term comes from the Philippines if I understood Tommy and Ramos correctly.”

Isaiah was in complete agreement with Conley this war wouldn’t end soon, or at least until the leadership of the aggressor nations were eliminated!

******* 

Stripped to his usual sleeping attire, nothing but bare skin, Isaiah was reaching over to switch off his bedside light, when Cordell and Eddie, with Monty between them, entered his bedroom. Monty was just as naked as the other two, except tears were streaming down his cheeks.

“Oh, dear,” thought Isaiah wondering if some sexual encounter resulted in an unfortunate mis-adventure.

Monty, as evidenced by his nudity, was a fully developed sexually for a fifteen-year old male, sporting a modest bush of pubic hair, a flaccid three to four inch penis, and a nice set of low hanging balls, more than adequate to produce a healthy dose of young teen spawn, secured in a smooth skin sack.

Isaiah’s gaze also included Eddie and Cordell, noting for the first time Cordell’s balls were beginning to descend and enlarge, his penis was growing, and a few, very dark pubic hairs were forming at the base of his cock.

“I wonder when that started?” Isaiah asked himself. “He’ll be better looking than ever as he grows,” he surmised happily.

“Monty is sort of sad,” Eddie explained. “He’s kind of homesick and misses people like we do sometimes. Can he sleep with you?”

“It always seemed to help us,” Cordell offered.

Isaiah pulled the covers back and patted the bed inviting Monty to join him. The invitation was rapidly accepted and was welcomed by a deep hug and open arms. Holding Monty, now sobbing softly, close to him, he asked Cordell to turn out the light.

Alone with Isaiah, Monty sobbed, “I miss my grandma and I want to go home, but I can’t.”

“I know, Monty!”

“She didn’t want me!” he choked out between sobs.

“Who was that?”

“Uncle Howie’s wife, Aunt Helen!”

“Why?”

Isaiah thought as long as he was pursuing this line of questioning and Monty was readily responding, he’d let the boy spill it all and maybe he’d feel somewhat better.

“She didn’t think I’d be good for her boys to be around, especially after Mr. Thompson got caught fucking me!”

“Oh!”

Monty sort of laughed through his tears, “She didn’t know my older cousins, her boys Lee and Bob, had been doing me ever since I was eight years old!”

“Well,” Isaiah responded after Monty quieted somewhat, “You have no one to fear here or worries about that sort of thing now. There are many things we do, you’ll find, we think is no one else’s business so we keep quiet about it. You know, Monty, you’re not the only one who has been lonely and sad or likes boys and men more than girls. In fact, all of the boys here like boys and have suffered in similar ways you do, even me.”

“Really?”

Hoping to calm Monty even more, Isaiah hugged him even tighter, bringing his entire body in contact with his, he explained why he wasn’t alone; not at his old home, but a new one where he’d be loved, treasured, and accepted! He and his grandmother would be in contact by mail and sometimes phone anytime he wished. He’d have others who’d help him since they understood losing home and family for many reasons.

Isaiah told him of Carlito, Andres, and Tommy losing their home to the invading Japanese Army in the Philippines and again when the Japanese attacked Hawaii; of Cordell and Eddie losing their homes and family to murderers, and Jimmy being bullied and teased because of his poor eyesight.

“On top of all of that,” Isaiah explained, “they all like to do sex things with boys, only if the other boys or men say it’s okay. Here, at Ravenwood, if you say no, they’ll respect it and expect you to do the same. Ravenwood is a home for boys who like boys and men and can feel safe.”

“How about you?” sighed a much calmer Monty.

Smoothing back Monty’s hair, planting a soft, kiss on his forehead, Isaiah told of his own problems dealing with a disability, his leg and hip, and the limitations it foisted on him; his meeting and love for Gio and how much he missed him, and, intending to tell him of his confrontations with his own grandfather and the attack on the house when he was home, he felt Monty give a sigh and relax, sound asleep.

******* 

Isaiah woke in the morning feeling a teen boy’s hard cock pressed up against his thigh and a hand around his own stiffness.

Looking down, he met Monty’s eyes looking up at him, wondering what his reaction might be!

‘It’s really big,” Monty whispered in amazement. “I’ve never touched anything this big, not even Mr. Thompson or his friends!”

Before Isaiah could comment, giggles and laughter erupted from the doorway and Carlito and Andres scampered across the floor and tumbled into bed with Monty and him. Naked boys slithered all across the naked and surprised Monty, who giggled, laughed, and grabbed Carlito and Andres in mock wrestling, savoring every rub of their smaller, hard cocks up against his body.

“Better get up you slug-a-beds,” Carlito teased, “we have chores to do!”

Monty quickly changed the subject, wanting the two younger lads to learn what he’d discovered.

“He’s really big,” Monty said, reaching beyond Andres and hefting Isaiah’s cock up a little.

“Yeh,” snickered Andres, “we know!”

In the midst of all of the fun-loving chaos, Isaiah looked toward the doorway and noticed Jimmy and Tommy, both fully dressed, standing enjoying the melee they planned and orchestrated, occurring on Isaiah’s bed. They thought it was hilarious, especially the look on Isaiah’s face every time one of his assailants would grope his crotch and fondle his cock.

“Enough, guys,” groaned Isaiah good-naturedly, “it’s time to get up, get dressed, and get at the chores.”

Isaiah knew the way Monty looked at him as he left the bedroom after he’d gently lovingly ran his fingertips up and down Isaiah’s stiff member, it wouldn’t be the last and only time Monty would reappear in his bedroom for solace, comfort, and pleasure of a different sort.

Three nights later, Cordell, Eddie, and Monty entered Isaiah’s bedroom, all three boys quite naked and very erect. Saying nothing, seeking no permissions, knowing it’d be granted if asked, Eddie led Monty, who’s stiff cock curved up banana-like toward his belly-button, to the bedside, bade him to wait a moment, retrieved a bottle of lotion from the nightstand, and carefully applied the slick lotion to Isaiah’s cock signaling an anticipated conjugal liaison with either one or all three of them.

Cordell took the lotion and applied it to Monty’s rear love tunnel, smearing it around the puckered rosebud entrance and, using a couple of fingers, a couple of good-sized globs inside. From experience Cordell and Eddie knew in order for Monty to accept Isaiah’s large, stiff phallus the first time, a very liberal application of lotion would be necessary.

Isaiah, prone on his back, waited while Cordell and Eddie positioned Monty so he straddled Isaiah facing him and his teen pucker hole was lined up with the large swollen cock-head and stiff, thick shaft.

Cautioning Monty to move slowly, they helped him pop the fat cock-head through his rear entrance and move past the anal ring, effectively securing Monty and Isaiah together, much like the locking edges of a picture puzzle. If it were a puzzle, it’d be one hell-of-an erotic one, a man skewering a young teen!

“You’re getting bigger,” glancing at Cordell’s crotch, noticing the lad’s balls were enlarging and his cock growing, Isaiah commented, and Monty began pushing down, moving slowly, accepting more and more of the massive monster being stuffed up his ass.

“Go slow, Monty,” Isaiah pleaded with a whoosh of air, “or I’ll cum too soon.”

“So damned tight!” he exclaimed as Monty pushed just a little more.

Deciding he’d managed to impale himself on as much of the spear he could handle until more accustomed to it, Monty leaned forward, then back, beginning a slow rocking motion stimulating Isaiah and himself. Increasing his rocking speed, fucking himself on Isaiah’s cock, Monty soon brought both of them to orgasm!

Cordell and Eddie, on the bed next to Isaiah and Monty, coupled with Eddie on his stomach and Cordell mounted on his back, pumping slowly, watched the action alongside of them with intensity, their own sexual actions increasing as Monty and Isaiah increased theirs.

Isaiah felt his balls tighten, his shaft swell, and warned, “I’m cumin!”

“Me too!” echoed Cordell.

“And so’s Monty,” announced Eddie.

Isaiah’s voluminous sticky, white man-fluid was released in strong bursts into Monty’s bowels while Monty’s teen cum spurted in several long jets across Isaiah’s stomach and chest.

All four rested just a couple of minutes before Monty dismounted, Cordell pulled free from Eddie, and the three boys left the bedroom to return to their own, but not before Cordell gave Isaiah’s cock a couple of twitches with his hand and winked, knowing now he was growing pubic hair, Isaiah would be ready to take him on a trip around the world whenever he wanted it.

******* 

The boys and activities at Ravenwood settled into a routine with an unofficial hierarchy. Jimmy was the big brother over all, settling minor disputes, helping them with chores, cuddling them when needed, and praising them for work done. The other boys loved him and he loved them!

Jimmy was a dedicated top and, although Tommy and he were a couple, would willingly oblige any one of the other boys who wanted a “ride on his bologna pony.” Monty soon discovered it was there for a simple asking and took the opportunity to satisfy his itch. Eddie, Cordell, and Monty became great friends and roommates, enjoying each other sexually as they so desired, although Eddie and Cordell seemed to be together the most. From them, Monty learned to give as well as receive as well as how to play a tune on the pink (or brown) piccolo.  He also became the older brother to Andres and Carlito. They were his constant companions and loved him dearly! They understood he had certain limitations, but it made no difference. They were quick to help him when he puzzled on something and encouraged him to read to them when he felt like it.

Monty’s newly acquired skills as the “fucker” instead of the “fuckee’ were practiced with regularity on Andres and Carlito who found him like the bed in “Goldilocks.” Not too big, not too small, just right! They’d wiggle, and giggle and squeal with delight as he’d enter their backsides and “tickle their fancy” or wheel them around and engulf their stiff little prongs in his mouth and bring them to dry orgasms.

All of the boys loved Monty; after all what was there to dislike? They became his protector and advocate and he felt at home! He was “their Monty” and woe be to anyone who’d take advantage or say a disparaging word against him.

******* 

The phone rang one morning and when Ramos answered it, the Western Union operator read the message intended for Isaiah. “Coming home for a short visit. STOP Meet train Friday morning 10amSTOP Tell Grandma and Grandpa STOP Love Gio.”

To be continued...

Posted: 06/03/2022