The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
Volume II

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

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Chapter 11
The War Years

“There was some good news and some not so good news. The good news is Gio is coming home earlier than expected for a very short visit The not so good news is he’s being sent overseas to who knows where to do who knows what! Gio knows, but he was forbidden to tell anyone. However, trouble brews on the home front.”

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts) 

Gio’s homecoming was joyous, filled with relief (however temporary), love, and comfort, all in one! His grandparent’s reaction, when he walked toward them on the train station platform, consisted of tears of joy, hugs, kissing, and just holding him. He’d changed; some physically, into more muscle, but not overly so; additional weight, but not excessive and; unnoticeable to others, more mature, serious, and experienced in ways beyond description. Isaiah noticed this and wondered what brought about the changes. Was it just boot camp? Was it more than the initial army experience? Or, was there something about to happen causing Gio to come home sooner and leave, as he noted to his grandparents, be home only for a week before having to return?

On the ride home to Ravenwood, after leaving Russo’s home, Isaiah and Gio stopped only a couple of times for some serious kissing and a blow job or two, Isaiah brought Gio up to date concerning the farm operation, Conley’s deteriorating health, a couple of land purchases they’d made and how the boys were doing. He paid special attention to Monty’s limitations and Jim Wilson’s eyesight, emphasizing both teens were well experienced in farming and were a great addition to the farm. He also pointed out Jim was a dedicated top with Tommy as his lover and Monty loved being fucked, one of the things causing his removal to Ravenwood.

“He’s such a great guy,” Isaiah noted, “the rest of the boys just love him as well. Plus, he loves to take it up the ass!”

Gio especially wanted to know how Andres and Carlito were. He planned on skewering them with his cock as often as he could while home.

“If I have enough energy after you and I make love.”

Gio, by agreement with his grandparents and in fairness to them, would spend days with them and nights at Ravenwood.

******* 

Andres and Carlito couldn’t hug and kiss Gio enough, clinging to him from the time he crawled out of the pickup truck after arriving at Ravenwood, knowing he’d bed them while home. Monty sort of hung back shyly, not ready to trust this new stranger even though Carlito and Andres assured him Gio was a “right fine fellow with a magic wand hanging between his legs.” Nevertheless, Monty stayed pretty close to Isaiah, which also placed him fairly close to Gio, allowing him to observe him closely He was fascinated by Gio’s Army uniform, but more interested in the sausage-shaped lump snaking a short way down inside the leg of Gio’s uniform pants.

Crawling into bed that evening after story time with Andres and Carlito wiggling and shuffling about on Gio’s lap stimulating him and the two of them enjoying the feel of his pants covered cock on their bottoms, Gio and Isaiah were hard as metal fence posts. Gio reached over, clasped Isaiah’s shaft in his hand, and murmured lovingly,

“I really missed this! Nothing I saw among the other recruits come close to this size and beauty,” and slowly stroked it from balls to tip and running a fingertip around the weeping piss slit on Isaiah’s pulsating penis!

Gio confessed his did his best to control his sexual urges and erections while in basic training knowing the consequences, if caught in a sexual liaison with another soldier, would not only bring about a discharge from the army, but put them behind bars as well! Plenty of soft and hard cocks, of all sizes, were on display when recruits rose in the morning or in the showers.

Most men were older than what he preferred, but there were some, younger of age, sporting nice bodies and equally attractive cocks. Among those naked bodies there’d usually be several with erections, staring at him while he showered, spending an inordinate amount of time lathering and scrubbing their own stiff members edging their sexual release. Once in a while one guy would push the envelope too far, quickly turn, and spew his load into the cascading shower in order to hide his emission and wash it away. Those, he groomed a little before finding a place to either fuck them or be fucked, depending on his desire at that particular moment.

******* 

Gio rolled over onto his back, spread his legs, and said, “Make love to me, Isaiah, only as you can and know how!”

Isaiah positioned himself between Gio’s legs, scooted forward, favoring his own leg and hip, aimed his cock-head at the familiar and welcome opening, and eased himself in until his balls rested on Gio’s perineum, and pushed forward! The slow, sensuous, intimate joining of their two bodies began, rocking back and forth began, with each person contributing to their expression of love for each other and desire. It was the continuation of the commitment Isaiah and Gio had for each other, no matter what, and the continuation of permission to enjoy sex outside of the relationship. Each could take sexual pleasure from others, but no other could love the other as Gio and Isaiah did!

Isaiah lay, his cock still discharging its liquid into Gio’s bowels while Gio spurted his offering onto his stomach and Isaiah’s, until Gio asked, “Move a minute. I almost forgot to give you something.”

“What, another kiss?” giggled Isaiah.

“Nah, nothing as important as that.”

Leaving the connubial bed, Gio scooted to his duffle bag, reached in and retrieved a large thick envelope and a small velvet bag and gave them to Isaiah.

“For our future and to help take care of the boys,” he explained.

Inside the envelope was a considerable amount of cash and in the velvet bag several small gemstone bracelets, necklaces, and rings, worth a great deal of money.

“Gramma and Grandpa have a sizeable amount as well; enough to keep them comfortable for a spell. Soldiers are quick to gamble and lose while people on the outside should put better locks on their houses as well.”

Isaiah didn’t ask how Gio could leave the base to pilfer someone’s home. He didn’t need to! Gio could move like a ghost in the night, unheard, unseen, and quick, undetected. He wouldn’t take everything, just one or two items leaving the victim wrongly believing the piece of jewelry could’ve been misplaced or somehow lost.

Isaiah looked over the jewelry and collection of precious stones. “I think I’ll need to visit with Agostino on what these will fence for and how to break up the jewelry for best distribution. Then, I think I’ll visit with my Dad on some investment strategies I have in mind. Either way, the money will be put to a good use and should provide returns for us in the future. I’d like to expand our property holdings. I think, in the future, the dollars will be in land.”

The third night home, Gio walked back into their bedroom his hard cock pointing the way, after having fucked both Andres and Carlito to their delight, mused as he crawled into bed with Isaiah,

“Did you know your new boy, Monty, is not only a great bottom, but fucks Andres and Carlito as well?”

“Thought so,” responded Isaiah, “from what I could see and hear.”

Rolling over onto his stomach, Gio reached back, patted his butt as an invitation, and Isaiah accepted it. Both were satisfied with their copulation. Isaiah rested between Gio’s legs, wrapped around his waist holding him tight and hard in Gio’s love tunnel.

“If possible,” Gio said, “you’ll receive parcels on occasion from me and some letters. Examine each carefully. They may not be what they appear to be, you know, from someone who doesn’t know us. In most cases, it’ll be me using a different name.”

Isaiah knew very well Gio meant he’d be smuggling items and sending messages with the special code they worked out. The code was simple yet almost undetected if the key to it wasn’t at hand. There was no possibility of that since they both memorized the key to deciphering it.

“There may be times,” Gio confessed, “I can’t be or won’t be able to contact you by mail or other means, but don’t worry about me. I’ll be just fine no matter how long you don’t hear. Okay?”

Isaiah’s heart was heavy and filled with dread at the words, but he nodded his understanding. Gio was going in harm’s way where others perhaps would not. His language skills and expertise with locks and stealth, would be fully utilized, even to the point of expendability.

“Can you tell me what brought about this dangerous part of your service?”

“Others, anyone sent to the front lines or otherwise face the same dangers, are either getting killed or wounded. That’s what war is, killing people. No sense telling you of all the bullshit in basic training but I can give you an idea of what brought this about.”

******* 

It wasn’t long after basic began, Gio appeared as the natural leader, not the assigned leader, the sergeant the army designated, other recruits sought out for solace, advice, and reassurance! He was quiet, unimposing or flamboyant, just steady and readily available. This didn’t go unnoticed by the sergeant, who, for whatever reason, took an instant and lasting dislike for Gio.

He pushed the recruits, especially Gio, to the limits, necessary if they were to survive in battle. Gio, however, was designated by him for special treatment; harsher, more rigorous, and more harassing, calling him denigrating insulting racial slurs, such as “you dumb Dago,” and more insulting terms and insinuations, such as “if you’re a white boy, what color was the man your momma fucked to have you?” or “you’re a dumb fucking Wop!” Gio took it all with silence and returned the insults with just an ever so slight, sly smile! The sergeant should’ve taken this as a warning, but was too intent on driving Gio out of the service and establishing his own position as the person the recruits should turn to. It only caused the recruits to respect Gio even more!

At first, when it began, Gio thought the insults were the results of his relationship with the rest of the men. It was partially true, at first, but not so as time rolled on. The sergeant knew what Gio found out, namely, the sergeant would pick a very submissive young recruit and use him, his ass, his mouth, and the recruit’s cock for his own pleasures, and couldn’t take the chance his secret would leak out. Gio became knowledgeable when a cute, young recruit came to him seeking advice and comfort. The story unfolded, discovering the sergeant discovered the young man with his pants down, being fucked by another soldier. The young soldier was threatened with all sorts of consequences unless he submitted to the sergeant. Frightened, he submitted and was being hammered on a regular basis!

Gio was informed, by the same young recruit, he was going to be targeted for an “accident” when they began instruction and practice on hand-to-hand combat when using their bayonets as a hand-held knife. It’d be the perfect opportunity for Gio to be eliminated as the natural leader and the person who could ruin the sergeant’s career.

The day instruction and drill in the use of a knife was started, the sergeant spent considerable time in verbal instruction and physical demonstration on how defense from an attack by an enemy with a knife and the counter attack to either disable or kill the attacker. The instruction was quite comprehensive. At the end of the instruction part, the recruits were paired up for practice. After some practice, the sergeant called several recruits forward to critique and demonstrate how to correct the faults he found. In each case, he invited the recruits to attack him, disarm him, and put him in a position to be “killed.” They all failed!

Gio watched carefully, analyzing each and every move the sergeant made during his interaction with the other recruits, knowing very well the sergeant was saving him for last. Gio recalled what he’d read in the “Art of War” by Sun Tzu, one of the five essentials for victory is “He will win who, prepared himself, waits to take the unprepared,” and “if your opponent is of choleric temper, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant.”

Gio saw the sergeant look his way and smirk! Gio didn’t respond, but stood facing him, a small, almost taunting smile on his face.

“You! Russo!” the sergeant shouted. “Come take your chance, you little weak dog fucker!”

“Sir?” Gio responded innocently.

“You heard me you dumb fucking weak-ass Dago! Come take my knife if you’ve got the balls to do it – which I doubt!”

The sergeant moved menacingly closer to Gio!

Gio shrugged his shoulders, signifying he understood. But he stopped, looked at the sergeant and asked, by way of clarification the others looking on thought.

“Do you mean by any means, Sir?”

Collectively, the rest of the recruits held their breath, unable to look but not look.

“Yes, you dumb fuck! By any fucking means a candy-ass like you can think of! With your weak fucking mind, it won’t be much!”

Gio smiled, but his eyes were piercing, looking deeply into the eyes of the sergeant. He started to take off his t-shirt.

“What the fuck are you doing?” the sergeant asked moving ever closer, wiggling the knife he held back and forth, getting ready to pare the attack and stick Gio.

“Sir? I don’t want to get your blood on my shirt, sir!”

“You what? It’ll be yours, bleeding like the stuck pig you are!” the angry sergeant shouted, angered the young, slim, seemingly harmless recruit would even presume drawing blood.

Just as the final word left the sergeant’s mouth, Gio snapped the shirt across the sergeant’s eyes, blinding him, threw his own knife, burying it in the sergeant’s shoulder, and almost as quickly, was behind the sergeant throttling him with the t-shirt, wrapped tight around his neck, causing the sergeant to struggle for breath, his face reddening and eyes bulging!

Gio whispered into the sergeant’s ear, “I am like the winds of death, the Avenging Angel, come to visit you! You’re not the first man I’ve killed and you won’t be the last!”

Suddenly a shouted command ripped through the air. “Private; attention, and let him be!”

Gio looked up and saw a captain and a major standing at the edge of the crowd of recruits. It was the Captain who issued the command.

Gio quickly released the sergeant, allowing his limp body to flop onto the ground, stood at attention, snapped a quick salute, responding, “Sir, yes Sir!”

Motioning to several other soldiers, the Captain ordered them to render what aid they could and hustle the sergeant to the infirmary. The others were ordered to form up and stand at parade rest.

“Perhaps,” the Captain said to the Major in Italian, “this young soldier could be a valuable addition to our unit.”

“That depends on what you wish me to do, Sir!” Gio responded.

“You speak Italian?”

“Sir, yes Sir, but without the American accent you seem to have, Sir!

Both officers raised their eyebrows, looked at each other, each thinking the same thing.

“Too bad he doesn’t speak German as well,” the Major said to the Captain, this time in German.

“Fluently, Sir,” Gio responded. “Both high and low German without the accent you have sir!”

“Private,” the Captain ordered Gio, “go to your barracks, gather your gear and report to my office at HQ. Ask for Captain Dickenson.”

******* 

“So, what happened then, Gio?” asked a curious Isaiah.

Gio paused before answering, trying to sort out what he could and couldn’t say. It wasn’t he didn’t trust Isaiah because Isaiah knew how to keep his mouth shut, except when sucking Gio’s cock, Gio just wasn’t certain if what he knew and happened to say to Isaiah would put Isaiah in danger. Separation was coming and it’d be for an indefinite period and would be almost untenable as it was. No sense telling Isaiah everything and cause him unnecessary worry, but he did owe it to his lover to at least warn him.

“Isaiah, you know how much I love you and always will. There’s little I can tell you or at least am permitted to tell you since most of what I know is ‘top secret.’ I can tell you I’m to be sent to some special training at a place in Virginia not far from Washington, D.C. After that, if I make it through that phase, I’ll be assigned to a special, secret group with a mission overseas. Beyond that, I can say little.”

Isaiah’s voice faltered, the dread beginning to show. “Is it dangerous?”

“Very, I’m afraid, but what we’ll do could affect the outcome of the war and save a lot of lives, so it’ll be worth it. The special group officers seem to think I have some skills and talents they can really use and an ability to survive in many ways.”

“Can we write to each other?”

“I’ll leave my APO address. But if you don’t hear from me for some time, don’t think the worst.”

“You know I will.”

“Yeah, but somehow I’ll let you know where I am.”

Given that bit of encouragement, they worked out a simple, yet highly effective and virtually undetected code, unless the key to it was available. It wasn’t and wouldn’t be since they memorized it. Messages could be sent in apparently mundane letters from one cousin to another.

******* 

Larry St. James loved photography and was quite good at it; he also loved boys, young, smooth, prepubescent and early into puberty spurting boy-juice and with a tuft of hair around their cocks and was quite good at loving them, and; he was a teacher, a teacher in a private boy’s school and failed miserably in looking, but not touching! He was caught with his cock buried up the butt of a twelve-year old, pumping the lad full of man-juice.

Larry free-lanced pornographic (under the counter) photos of nude, young and teenage boys in various explicit poses and acts to a magazine since he was a freshman in college. He was handsome, almost teen boy in looks, exuded a trusting, caring, welcoming demeanor which, when manifested, turned on boys to him to the point they’d do anything to please him at risk of not doing would hurt him something terribly. His slightly above average cock and balls made his requests to them very favorable to those accepting and returning for future sessions.

The magazine learned of his plight in the boy’s school, made some sort of cash payment to the school and the parents, removed Larry from the school, and quick as one could say “your cock is hard,” he was working for the magazine as a photographer. The money wasn’t bad and the fringe benefits were great!

When he received the assignment, with extra pay from the client, to photograph a “family” at Ravenwood, he had no idea Conley had some well concealed enigmatical interests in the overall business the magazine and other outlets involved in the porno business, gathering profits from those businesses clandestinely and virtually untraceable.

Conley thought Isaiah and Gio would really find those photos important with Gio going away and he also thought photos of the boys and men in residence would be nice to have. It would, as he noted, be their family album. Conley also wanted photos of the boys in their “altogether,” au naturale’ so to speak.

Larry spent two days and one night at Ravenwood photographing the boys, plus Isaiah and Gio, posed in various states of dress and undress and posed in situations which wouldn’t be acceptable in “polite” society. Certainly, photos of Isaiah fucking Gio or Jimmy doing the same to Tommy or to Monty wouldn’t be the type you’d show to Grandma at Christmas or anytime of the year. Of course, he did take the fringe benefits the boys offered and enjoyed every minute, every thrust, each morsel he tasted, and the warmth of young mouths on his own prick.

He was admonished, by Conley, when preparing to leave, “all photos and negatives he took” were to be returned to Conley and if not, “you don’t want to know what might happen to you!”

St. James reassured Conley any pictures he took, along with the negatives, would be sent to Ravenwood. He did fail, somehow, to inform Conley there were pictures taken by someone else in his own household which wouldn’t be returned, especially those of Monty, with whom he’d developed a special fondness for.

******* 

The time of Gio’s homecoming went fast, entirely too fast as far as Isaiah and he were concerned! When it came to a close, they made their goodbyes in private, where tears flowed freely and expressions of their love for each other freely given and often. They knew, at the train, such overt expressions of love of one male towards another, would be frowned upon. Yet, a long hug on the train station platform before Gio boarded and a murmured, “I’ll love you, Isaiah, until time stops,” managed after Gio gave tearful, loving hugs to his grandparents.

The conductor called “all aboard,” the train whistle sounded, and Gio was gone, off to some arena of war and whatever he was to do to help out!

At Ravenwood, Isaiah put his mind and body to other tasks, trying to ease the absence of his lover and partner. He had a farm to run and boys to raise and it’s what Gio wanted as well. The storm cellar or “root cellar” or “cave” depending on what one wished to call it (in Decker’s Corner it was known as the root cellar), needed refurbishing with repairs to the inside including new shelving and bins and additional dirt spread over the top to increase the insulation from the elements. There were no leaks in the concrete roof or the sides, but Isaiah did want to “double-door” the entry to increase the protection from the elements.

The boys, with the exception of Monty and Jim, were in residence at Ravenwood since late spring and Isaiah had a “profit sharing” proposition for them. It really was a way for them to earn some extra money from their work by sharing the proceeds of their labor through ownership of certain things. He held a “family meeting” after breakfast and presented his idea to them.

In addition to their allowances and wages, he proposed all of the boys share in the sale of eggs needed for use at home or given to others in need. The excess melons and squash, in the late summer and fall and the excess sweet corn could be sold by them as well. In addition, the boys could have their choice of two sows and two pigs or four pigs. In the case of the two sows, only the two pigs could be sold in the fall, whereas if they chose the four pigs all would have to be sold in the fall. Two steers would be theirs each fall to sell as well. All of the cash proceeds from all of the sales would be equally divided seven ways.

Chickens, ducks, and geese, tended so well by Carlito and Andres, would be culled with the now fryer-sized chickens ready for butchering and canning or freezing. Sufficient young hens and roosters would be sorted out to add to the resident flocks to increase egg production and meat. The geese and ducks through culling would make available birds for home use and some to sell, keeping enough back to keep the flocks viable.

“There are a couple of conditions,” Isaiah cautioned. “There are those in our community who have greater need than we do so you have to decide how much of your chickens, ducks, geese, eggs, produce, pork, and beef, you’ll donate to those in need. You already see us giving extra butter, jellies and jams, and fruit to others, as well as milk and meat products we have. The second condition is simply this, you must set aside at least half of the cash you receive from sales and save it, either in a bank account, war stamps, or war bonds. We can discuss other ways to save as time goes on.”

He let all of what he told them settle in before saying, “Think it over, discuss it, and let me know tomorrow what you decide.”

In addition to their chores, the boys were harvesting and helping can the green beans from the garden, making strawberry preserves, fresh strawberries for meals, picking Yellow Transparent apples for pies and sauce (pies in the freezer and sauce in canning jars), and would be involved in the butchering of chickens.

Monty and Jim were in the midst of haying, with Jim cutting it down using the Farm-all tractor with a sickle bar mower while Monty, using a team of horses borrowed from Isaiah’s dad, pulled a hay rake, raking the downed hay into windrows to dry and eventually bale. If the sun was right and the wind adequate in three to four days the hay, after another raking or two to turn the hay and dry it uniformly, would be baled. Isaiah’s younger brothers and some of his nephews would help load the bales on hay racks and then stack them in the hay mow of the barn or outside and covered with a tarp.

******* 

The next morning, Jimmy acting as spokesperson for the rest, announced they agreed on giving ten percent. For example, for every ten dozen eggs, one more would be donated to someone who could use them and for every dollar earned, ten cents would be put aside for donation unless there was someone or a family in Decker’s Corner who needed instant help.

“It was Monty’s idea,” Cordell said proudly, putting his arm around Monty. Monty blushed bashfully at the recognition, but recovered when Isaiah asked him why ten percent.

“Grandpa always said to tithe and the meant ten percent should be given to the poor, needy, and widowed.”

And so, it was done and the boys were well pleased! They felt they were giving back to others and helping out in the war effort at the same time.

The boys were generous when it came to giving small flocks of chickens (eight hens and two roosters), flocks of ducks (four hens and one drake), and geese (three geese and one gander), to families or widows and widowers in the Decker’s Corner community. All total, they gave three flocks of chickens, two of ducks, and two of geese to willing and appreciative new homes.

After canning and freezing the spring chickens Ravenwood needed and saving some back for butchering later on in the year for fresh, the boys offered their surplus for sale, except for those who really needed something. They did quite well, taking phone orders, and delivering, within a reasonable distance from home, the fresh or frozen birds. Andres and Carlito, along with either Eddie or Cordell (usually both) would hitch up Betts to the donkey cart and deliver orders to customers. Their cute looks, happy faces, and fine manners endeared them to the Decker’s Corner community. When asked if they’d sell ducks and geese, they readily agreed, although Conley suggested the hold back some for fattening and sale during Thanksgiving and Christmas/New Year’s holidays.

“Many people prefer ducks or geese, rather than turkey,” he explained. “Will have to charge more, of course!”

It wasn’t all work and no play. Isaiah and his younger brothers and cousins introduced the boys to the gravel pit and bare-ass-beach. Not a bit hesitant to strip and swim, they took every opportunity and advantage. Needless to say, if there was a crowd of boys mixed in, Monty and Tommy wandered around fully erect!

In mid-July, Monty came to Isaiah complaining the raccoons were getting into the sweet corn crop!

“They’ll ruin our corn if we don’t stop them!” He paused before asking, “Uncle Isaiah, do you have a .22cal pistol or rifle?”

“Both- which one would you prefer?”

“Pistol! It’s what I used at Grandpa’s!”

Isaiah wasn’t all that certain of Monty’s skills with the rifle or a pistol so, in order to check, he got a .22 cal. Pistol and a lever-action .22 cal. Rifle from his closet and took him outside. It was to be in front of an audience it seems since the rest of the boys trooped out behind them. Isaiah set a couple of cans up on a block of wood behind the woodshed, stepped back about thirty yards, handed the pistol to Monty and told him to do his best. His best was damned good with both weapons!

The first night, with Eddie and Cordell accompanying him and holding the big spotlight, Monty shot four fat raccoons. Problem on the way to elimination!

Life was good and uncomplicated, although Isaiah missed Gio terribly, until one supper hour in August when Paul Ramos answered the phone and heard the frantic, panicked, sobbing, apologetic voice of Missionary John, his friend in San Francisco.

Isaiah, Conley, and the boys sat silently, listening to one side of the conversation as Ramos spoke on the phone, hearing him say,

“Now John, calm down; I’m having a hard time understanding you.”

“That’s better!”

Ramos said little after that, listening, adding an occasional “okay” or “I understand.” Finally saying sadly, “I should have never told you where!”

Finally, “goodbye” and the conversation was over.

Ramos poured himself a cup of coffee, went to the cupboard, and poured a dollop of brandy in it before sitting down at the table with the others.

“To sum it all up, according to John, Sam Hopkins, Mad Dog to the rest of us, tortured and killed one of John’s young lovers in order to force John to tell him where Eddie and Cordell were. The boy was found floating in the Bay. He threatened to castrate another one of John’s boys when he barged into the Mission, grabbed the boy, pulled down his pants in front of John, and brandished a knife. John spilled the beans!”

Cordell and Eddie blanched and shivered when Ramos said, “Seems like Mad Dog and two others are on the way here for Eddie and Cordell.”

To be continued...

Posted: 06/10/2022