Private Journal of Isaiah Watts Chapter 15-16

The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts

Volume One

Chapter Fifteen

The Growing-up Years

"School started in September and I was placed in the third grade, as Daddy requested, along with Stephen and Gio. The first couple of days, a couple of the older boys, eighth graders, decided to make jest of my limp and taunted me. Gio put a stop to it by simply telling them I was the boy who bashed in his grandfather's head. He ended it by asking, `Should I ask Isaiah to go fetch his shovel?'"

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)

Garrett squirmed, trying to relieve the ache and stress on and in his backside, on the hard, wooden seat of the caravan as he held the reins, moving and guiding the team along. His ass was sore! Not that Matt had a particularly large cock because he didn't. A little above average, perhaps a little thicker, but it still fit fine. It was the frequency and vigor of his copulation with Garrett!

"Never," thought Garrett, giving a snap of the reins to move the team along, "did I expect him to have me four times before dawn and in several positions.!"

Garrett just sighed, knowing at days end, they'd be at their destination and Matt Turner would be gone. Hopefully, he'd find someone or multiple "someone's" to take Matt's place and fill not only his needs, but his itchy backsides as well. Of course, it wouldn't hurt if the "someone" was a versatile as Garrett and could give as well as take. Nothing like a warm mouth or tight sheath around a teen cock ready for action and bursting with juice.

When Garrett toped, he preferred the boys' young, hairless, and uncut, but he'd take a cut boy as well. When he bottomed, he preferred a big, thick cock stuffed deep, but, again, he'd take any cock of any size or thickness if it was available.

Isaiah was barely out of the saddle when Gio raced down the road to greet him. They hugged each other and kissed, behavior which didn't go unnoticed by Garrett, looking at Gio, dark haired and handsome, wondering if the two were fucking each other and more so, if they'd let him have a go as well.

Garrett wasn't the only person making observation of the scene unfolding in front of him. Although Zach's attention wasn't on Gio and Isaiah since it was known and accepted they were more than just "friends" and no doubt fucking each other like rabbits, but on Garrett Lovell. The closer he inspected Garrett, the stiffer and more engorged Zach's cock became, wondering, imagining how tight the small, nicely shaped butt Garrett had would be to his thick, long, and eager cock!

The next several days were spent getting the Lovell's settled in their new home. The caravan was unloaded and stored behind the small barn. Claire was so happy to see her parents, but was concerned over the health of her father. She was assured by her mother, Bill Lovell was on the road to recovery and would do just fine as long as he took it easy for a while.

The Watt's boys were thrilled to see their Grandmother and Grandfather Lovell and have them living so close. Jerome barely remembered them since he was just two when David moved his family back to Decker's Corner and the farm. Gideon was just a babe so knew them not.

It'd take some time for David's brothers and their families to become acquainted and become accustomed to the mixture of English and the Romany languages the Lovell's and David's family used so frequently. Many of the words and phrases were familiar to Benjamin and Darius, having heard their mother use them on occasion, but totally foreign to their wives and children.

Several days lapsed as everyone was busy with farm work as well as getting the Lovell's settled in their new home. It'd be an adjustment and a new experience for them since most of their time previously was spent in travel and living in the caravan. Claire split her time between her own home and her parent's until she was satisfied Lovell was improving, the house amply supplied with food, and ice for the ice box.

"We'll have to cut more ice next winter," she noted to David, "and we'll have to cut more wood to help keep both homes warm during the winter."

Isaiah and Joshua would hitch up Ida to the donkey cart and, after picking up Gio, would carry items to the Lovell's Claire thought they were in need of. Garrett, used to working with horses, had no idea how to care for chickens, milk a cow, feed pigs, or garden. Although his mother and father knew quite well, Lovell, although improving, was in no condition to help. The situation was eased on a hot summer, afternoon when Zach declared he was going swimming. He loaded up Isaiah, Gio, Joshua, Thomas, Stephen, Patrick, and Jonathon into the car and, with begging from Isaiah to take Garrett along, stopped at the Lovell's.

"Don't have a swim suit," Garrett admitted, somewhat disappointed he might not get to go along.

"Don't need one!" declared Gio. "We all swim bare-assed naked! All you need is a towel to dry your balls and butt with."

"Everyone?" Garrett squealed in disbelief.

"Yep; everyone!"

Garrett quickly darted his eyes toward Zach. "Even him?" he asked softly, hoping Zach wouldn't hear him.

"Yep, him to!"

There seemed to be little modesty, Garrett noted, as everyone quickly stripped off their clothes, except for Zach and himself each seeming to take longer, and headed toward the water. Garrett was interested in getting a good look at Gio's and Stephen's packages now they were naked. Smooth, hairless, slim of build, firm asses, and three-inch flaccid penises with small pre-teen balls snugged up tight to their crotches. The sight hardened his cock, wondering what it would be like to sink his own maturing cock deep into their nether-parts.

He turned, his own hard five incher decorated at the base with a few sparse hairs, standing straight up, with a small curve near the base, toward his navel, and saw Zach drop his pants and shorts, revealing his large, long, thick cock, flopping lazily against his inner right thigh.

Garrett couldn't help but stare, his mouth agape, and his own cock seemed to swell even more and twitch! He'd seen his share of cocks before, tasted more than a few, and had several seek a home in his rear end, but never had he seen one this size! His behavior and anatomy didn't go unnoticed by Zach who stepped forward, reached down and carefully clasped the young teen's rampant erection in his hand

"Nice!" Zach commented with an admiring smile.

Eyes cast down, Garrett scrutinized the large penis dangling down in front of him, but starting to inflate, below the large balls providing the cannon's ammunition, and said with amazement and admiration, with a touch of fear perhaps,

"He's big!"

"Yeah, it is," Zach returned and wiggled his hips a little causing his cock to wobble to and fro.

"May I?" Garrett asked reaching forward.

"Please do," responded Zach.

Garrett's smaller hand slipped under the massive missile, sort of hefting it.

"Heavy!"

"Yeah!"

"Does it grow more?"

"Some; gets pretty stiff too, especially when it's close to a cute guy with a cock needing sucking and an ass begging for a fucking!"

"Not here?'

"Nah, we'll find a place and time. No worry! In the meantime, let's go swimming."

Later, that evening, Zach suggested to David and Claire he was going to spend more time at the Lovell house, at least until Lovell was feeling better.

"They need some help with repairs and such and Garrett needs to learn how to do things on a farm. He can handle and care for the horses just fine, but it's the other things, such as milking a cow, taking care of chickens, pigs, and mending fence to name a few. I can find the time and still get my work done here as well."

It didn't take long for both David and Claire to agree. Zach was correct, the Lovell's hadn't lived in a permanent location such as a farm for a long time, and Garrett needed to know how to survive in this new world of his. David was concerned the additional work might put too heavy a load on Zach, but Zach assured him it'd be no problem and the size of the load wasn't so great it couldn't be handled adequately.

Of course, they were speaking of different types of loads, but David and Claire had no idea Zach thought his load could be handled, given time and experience. He intended on enjoying what he had in mind from top to bottom and thought Garrett would enjoy it as well.

Three days later, after working with Garrett on milking the cow he'd brought over for Lovells, demonstrating how to milk the cow, Zach commented, instructionally of course,

"It's as simple as jackin' off, `cept instead of using a down stroke to produce the man-milk and holding down as you shoot,, on a cow's teat, you pull down and squeeze, release after the milk shoots out, and begin again. The cow will give up her milk the same way as a calf sucking on it, pulling, sucking, and squeezing."

Garrett nodded his understanding, thinking how it might be similar as him sucking Zach's fat cock.

Taking his place on the milking stool, he extended his hands, gripped two of the cow's teats, with a tingling and stiffening in his cock since they felt very much like a man's cock, began, with Zach leaning over his shoulder, Zach's crotch resting up against his back. It took little imagination to realize the hard, long object pressing up against his back was Zach's erection.

Zach wanted to suck and fuck the younger lad so bad his balls and cock ached, needing release.

Surprisingly, Garrett was quite successful at milking, eliciting a comment from Zach concerning his skills were probably due to stroking his own or someone else's stiff cock. Zach let Garrett milk until the cow was done, then carefully opened his fly, slipped his hard cock out, rested it up against Garrett's neck and cheek, and said,

"She's done, Garrett, time to give this," twitching his fat rod up and down, "some attention after you take the milk to the house."

Garrett turned his head slightly and gave the thick plum-shaped cock knob a lick and slipped his mouth around it, giving a small suck. Zach moaned his approval and desire, but Garrett pulled off and headed to the house with the milk bucket while Zach put the cow out to pasture.

Garrett returned and found Zach naked, standing next to a blanket covered bench, hard cock sticking up in the air, throbbing with his anticipation. Before bending over the bench, Garrett pressed Zach's penis up against his stomach, noting it extended above the older male's navel.

"He's really, really big!" Garrett said, licking his lips and flexing his ass cheeks.

He stepped over to the bench, dropped his pants, and leaned over the bench He parted his ass cheeks with his hands, looked back over his shoulder, and commanded,

"Put that fat fucker right here and give me a load!"

Zach slicked up his cock with some lotion, pointed his cock-head at the small, brown rose bud opening, and pressed forward.

"It won't fit!" he complained to Garrett.

"Bull shit!" Garrett growled knowing full well it would since his ass was experienced but not with one that big. He pushed hard back while using his internal muscles like he was taking a shit, and felt the stiff rod penetrate through his anus.

"Oh, shit!" he groaned as the pain hit him. "Hold still, Zach. Don't push anymore until I get used to it."

As much as Zach wanted to plunge ahead and take a hard ride, he did as he was instructed. Slowly, inch by inch, Garrett's ass muscles and intestines flexed, stretched, and accepted the long, thick length until Zach was balls deep and pubic bush tickling Garrett's ass cheeks.

"Now, fuck me!" Garrett ordered and Zach again, obeyed the young male.

It seemed like but a short time until he felt his balls tighten, his cock swell and throb, and he loosed a torrent of white, sticky juice, so much some leaked out, up Garrett's sweet, fuckable, ass!

Leaning over Garrett, cock still buried, spurting the last of his offering, Zach murmured, "I've wanted to do that since I first saw you."

"Me too," acknowledged Garrett.

Oats were the first agriculture crop to be harvested. The crop was ready before school opened in September and with Garrett handling a team as well as Darius, David, and Benjamin, it didn't take long to cut, bundle, and stack. From the field, it was hauled to Decker's Corner where a man set up a steam-driven thrashing machine where it was threshed the oats, loaded into wagons, and hauled back to the farms for storage in the bins. The straw was forked onto hayracks and hauled back to the farms to be used for bedding. Doing oats and the straw was hot, itchy work and at the end of each day, the men and boys stripped off and stood under the spigot on the water tank and rinsed off.

School was less than two weeks from starting and the boys needed to enrolled. Classes started right after Labor Day in September. The age for admittance into the first grade was six. David was surprised when Lovell approached him, concerning Garrett's future.

"The boy is bright, David, and has talents beyond others. In today's world he needs more than just what we've taught him. Zoe and I would like him to attend high school.

"How does Garrett feel about it?"

"Oh, he wants to go and thinks it'd be great."

"I'll see about signing him up, but I may have to have some records. Logansport, where the high school is located, will want evidence he attended school or passed the eighth grade tests required. He'll be a tuition student and we'll have to provide transportation, but it'd be no problem. There are others who go to school there as well. Do you have any records or evidence he went to school before?"

Lovell's wintered south of the Iowa border in the winter so he was uncertain Logansport would accept him. In fact, the entire time he'd lived with the Lovell Band, David never saw any of the youngsters attend a formal school. They were all schooled by their parents.

In answer to David's question, Lovell produced copies of Garrett's grades and curriculum in the eighth grade, presented him with a copy of an eighth-grade diploma, a letter verifying Garrett passed the eighth-grade tests, and a letter of recommendation, signed by a teacher, speaking highly of the talented and bright Garrett Lovell. They looked quite professional and David thought they'd be accepted. Privately he thought he might have to grease some palms with silver, but Garrett would go to high school.

David registered Isaiah and Joshua and Ben registered Stephen and Patrick with the teacher at their local country school. Stephen had school records to verify his grade level while Isaiah and Joshua didn't. The teacher didn't ask for any or dispute where David thought they should be placed. The teacher soon discovered Isaiah and Joshua were extremely bright, as were all of the Watt's children.

David, Garrett, and Zoe traveled to Logansport and, upon presentation of the material provided by Lovell, and the payment of the tuition, in advance (plus a "little extra for your time and effort"), Garrett was enrolled in high school. He was as happy as sex maniac with a full wallet in a whorehouse.

Within the first week of school, Isaiah became the brunt of attack by two eighth grade bully boys, taunting him concerning his limp and his ethnicity. It was bound to happen, the bullies delighted in it, but really didn't expect the outcome to be as it was.

Having pestered Isaiah during recess, one of the older boys gave him a slight push. Immediately Isaiah was flanked by his cousins and brother. Stephen on one side of him, Joshua on the other and Patrick next to his brother.

Four small, olive-tanned, dark haired boys stood, hands on their hips, lips pressed determinedly together, resolve on their faces, ready to do battle with the two older boys standing before them, sneers on the faces of the older boys, words of mocking, teasing, demeaning, emanating from their mouths, flowing toward the Watt's boys; "little crippled gypo boy," "little step and a half," "dick-less wimp," and others came freely from their evil mouths.

Gio, seeing a fight in the offing, not wanting people to get hurt or all of them tossed out of school, hoping he could bring it to a halt before Isaiah stuck one of the bullies with the knife he carried under his pants, stepped in between the two warring parties. Turning to the two bullies, he asked,

"Have you two met Isaiah Watts? He's the kid who bashed in his grandfather's head with a shovel. Killed him deader than a four-day fart."

Pointing to Joshua, Stephen, and Patrick, he continued, puffing up his chest a little, with some pride, and an abundance of warning, "and this is his brother, Joshua, and his cousins Stephen and Patrick. Since I live just down the road from them and seen them in action, I'm willing to be they're just as fucking mean and dangerous as Isaiah."

Gio paused, letting his remarks sink in before adding finally, "Should I ask Isaiah to go fetch his shovel?"

The two bullies faces' blanched, light beads of sweat broke out above their upper lips where faint signs of mustaches were just beginning to form, stepped back, muttered words of apology, and slowly walked away from the small group of Watt's boys and Gio. As they walked, they kept casting glances over their shoulders, hoping the slight boy and his relatives wouldn't attack with shovels or any other object which could do massive damage to their bodies.

For those who only heard of Isaiah Watts, since Decker's Corner was well known for various dangerous and disreputable characters and was a place one trod with caution and never messed with its residents, just saying the name could cause chills to rocket down their spine. At this point in time, throughout the school and community outside of Decker's Corner, Isaiah Watts and the Watts' Boys in general became personages one should regard with respect, wariness, and a conciliatory attitude if one valued one's well-being and safety.

Garrett experienced a similar situation, although not quite as combative or confrontational. The ride he caught each day to Logansport stopped by his house each morning and dropped him off there after school. Two girls and one boy, all three from the Decker's Corner area, a sophomore and a year older than Garrett, were his traveling companions.

The first two days the ride was in relative silence, at least as far as talking to Garrett was concerned. Beyond exchanging names and where they lived, eyebrows raising when the three learned he was related to the Watt's Family and noting he lived on one of the Watt's farms, little else was said.

The third day, on the way to school, the boy, after nervously clearing his throat several times, asked, "Is it true what I've heard about you?"

Instantly on guard and suspicious, eyes narrowed, and face hardened, Garrett aske, "Depending on what you heard."

Now, Garrett was the smallest one of the four and probably could have been thrashed about by one of the bigger girls, but he was related to the Watt's!

"Well," the boy continued, swallowing hard and sort of squeaking as he bespoke what he'd heard, "I heard you and your parents were waylaid by a bunch of thugs before you came here and you stabbed some with a knife you carry, darn near gutted a guy with your knife, and cut the nuts off of another man with an axe?"

The car was quiet, as quiet as a mouse pissing on cotton! His answer might determine how he was treated in the future, either make or break him in the eyes of classmates and school mates, or mark him as a person not to fuck with!

Garrett smiled, a cold, thin, almost threatening, satisfied smiled, as if what was rumored just might be true and woe be the person testing his limits!

The boy looked at him with a bit of trepidation and uneasiness as he awaited the answer. The girls sort of shrunk back into the car seat while the driver slowed, sort of tipping his head so as not to miss a single bit of the conversation.

"What do you think?"

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Chapter Sixteen

The Growing-up Years

"As Gio put it to me one time, while we were hunting squirrels, `There's nothing like huntin', fishin', and fuckin'."

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)

The first Fall, Winter, and Spring of 1931 to 1932 were enlightening for Isaiah and his brothers and cousins, although not to Gio since he'd lived in Decker's Corner his entire life. However, under his tutelage and "vast experience" he was able to explain and demonstrate many of the things he'd learned living there.

After the first few days, adjusting to and enjoying school, Isaiah found it exciting and fun. To Stephen and his brother, it was "old hat," although the "hat" was a bit smaller in size and instruction different since grades didn't have different rooms, except for the sixth through eighth graders who had their own room, so to speak. None the less, they were enthusiastic about going.

Fall seemed to be consumed with preparing for winter. David and his brothers cut, with crosscut saws and felling two-bitted axes, oak and some maple trees for firewood. The logs were hauled to the small sawmill Joseph constructed. He had a large circular saw blade mounted on an adjustable stand and heavy wooden platform for the logs. It was powered by a gasoline engine and could cut the logs into split-able stove lengths. It shortened the time and energy the men used in "making wood" for cooking and heating. The men split the chunks when they quit cutting each day.

Isaiah and all those among his brothers and cousins capable, stacked those split pieces into rows in the wood shed or tossed in wagons to be hauled to the respective farms. Garrett, using a team, would haul the wagon loads needed to each farm, including his parents. It was hard work but necessary.

Wood was the primary source of heat for each house and coal was used as a secondary source of fuel, supplementing the wood during extremely cold weather during the winter days and nights. Coal would give more heat and prolonged, especially overnight, easing the necessity of fueling the fire with wood several times per night. Each farm had, as an addition to the wood shed, a covered "coal bin" which David made certain was filled with hard, black coal before winter started.

His brothers were apologetic for not being able to contribute financially, but David explained they were paying their way by sharing the work of farming with him. If he prospered, then all prospered. During these hard times, when there was no money, markets collapsed, and farm produce not marketable because of low prices, they'd have to survive on their own, living off of their farms.

Lovell had some coin set aside and was more than happy to "donate" occasionally toward expenses in keeping his household in heat and food. David tried to explain he felt it a duty to care for his in-laws and Garrett was working hard on the farm as well. Lovell would only smile, thanking David for all he did while handing over a coin or two.

The availability of hard cash was becoming more and more difficult for the average person. The wealth was concentrated in a few compared to the majority, except in exceptional cases such as David and Lovell, both stashing cash, mostly gold and silver coin, over the years. David's stash, locked in the safe in the house, contained not only cash, but jewelry and gem stones, thanks to Claire, Isaiah, and Joshua. He became more and more cautious as time careened on, worrying if it became common knowledge he had money to spend, he and is family might become victims of crime by desperate individuals or just plain thugs. He didn't really trust the "gaje" world, except for a few such as Gio's grandfather, Agostino Russo and his wife, and Freddy. They all shared secrets no one else needed to know and mutually benefited from those secrets. Anyone trying to intercede and steal from them or harm anyone of their families just might end up at the bottom of the Mississippi as turtle food.

Late in the summer, Agostino heard of a hardware store in one of the larger nearby cities, going out of business. He suggested if David was interested, he might be able to make a trip there and buy out some items before the business went on the auction block. He talked it over with his brothers, his mother, and Claire and arrived at a list of household and farm items they might make use of.

David hitched a two-wheel trailer to the car, loaded up Isaiah, Joshua, and Darius and drove to the hardware store. He looked over what was there, checked it against his list, made an offer of about ten to twenty cents on the dollar, cash money, and made his purchases. Noting it would take more than one trip, he set everything aside in an empty room, loaded what he could, and left Darius, with a pistol, guarding the remainder until he could return. It was late in the night, when Darius and he finally arrived at the farm with the last of his purchases.

They unloaded it all in the machine shed until morning. David was positive the owner of the store would keep his mouth shut since what he didn't have on the premises, the bank couldn't sell. He figured a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush or in his case, untraceable cash money was better than none. In turn, he had no fear of David saying anything. The reputation of those from Decker's Corner was well known. When David asked him to keep silent concerning the purchases, there was no hesitation. The store owner preferred walking rather than trying to swim with a concrete block tied to his feet.

Their purchases include cases of canning jars, lids, and rings, three more pressure canners (one of which was for metal cans), empty canning cans and equipment for sealing cans, boxes of nails, kitchen utensils, small tools, saw blades, saws, screws, barbed wire, poultry fencing, hinges, oil lamps, lanterns, tack for the horses, buckets, ceramic crocks, needles, thread, buttons, and many more items. It was quite a haul, enough for each farm to sustain them, he hoped. They'd make use of all. Dorothea insisted he buy as many canning jars as possible since with butchering time coming up and some vegetables left to can, they'd need them. The canned foods would be stored in pantries generally, with some in the storm caves, but the caves would be used for root crops, such as potatoes, carrots, turnips, rutabagas, and some fruit such as apples, pears, as well as others.

Early fall was the time to gather great quantities of Hickory nuts, Walnuts, and Pecans (pecan Carya illinoinensis) in the bottom lands and ridges within the bottoms. The Walnuts were shucked of their darkening green husks using a hand-cranked corn sheller. The nuts were then spread out on boards in the barn to dry so the squirrels couldn't pilfer them. Pecans and Hickory nuts shed their outside hulls when ripe and dropping to the ground. All of the nuts were stored in gunny bags until winter when nights were spent picking the nutmeats from the cracked nuts and stored in glass jars with screw on tops to keep the bugs out and preserve freshness. They made delicious additions to breads, cakes, and candies.

Fall was also the time of year for Gio and Isaiah to hunt squirrels. Their hunting trips into the woods of the Mississippi bottoms near the farm were times of sharing and expressing their love for each other. It took a good six to eight fat squirrels to make a meal at Isaiah's in order to feed the adults and four boys since Gideon was still nursing.

Shortly after sunrise on a Saturday when chores were done Isaiah and Gio were getting ready to head off to the timber and settle in near some nut trees where squirrels were busy feeding on nuts. Isaiah was about to retrieve the .410ga shotgun he usually used when Gio announced with a grin,

"Leave it! I've got something for you!"

Isaiah could imagine what, but shrugged his shoulders okay as Gio momentarily left the house. He returned carrying a .22cal repeating rifle. Assuming it was a new gun Gio bought for himself, Isaiah waited patiently for Gio to announce what the "something" was going to be.

"Okay?" commented Isaiah as Gio handed the rifle to him and looked expectantly at Gio, still wondering what was coming. He figured Gio wouldn't reach into his pants and pull out his cock saying, "Here!" since they were in the house and his parents were there as well.

"The rifle!" Geo announced. "It's yours. Cheaper to shoot than the .410."

"How...?" sputtered Isaiah.

"Later!" Gio said conspiratorially and secretively.

That was fine with Isaiah and happily shouldered the rifle. However, his curiosity was just about to bust, wondering what the secret was.

Deep in the woods, five dead squirrels in a bag off to one side, both boys, backs against a tree, sitting shoulder to shoulder, waited patiently for another squirrel to poke its head out of some knot hole or around a tree branch. Isaiah and Gio learned each other's really, really deep secret.

"Okay," inquired Isaiah, "how or where did you get this great gun?" as he ran a hand up over the metal barrel and wooden stock, proud and pleased Gio gave it to him.

Gio mulled over the question. "You know, Isaiah, how much we trust each other, right?"

"Yeh!"

"Whatever we say or do, we never tell anyone who doesn't need to know, especially outside of family or the law?

"Yeh!" Isaiah answered again. It was just a given as far as he was concerned. Never would he betray his best friend in the whole world.

"Okay! I got this the same way you get dollars and stuff."

Isaiah was quiet, not responding to where Gio was going with this. Gio knew all along and never said a word about his special skills.

"I stole it!" Gio confessed. "Just like you pick pockets. Uncle Freddie and I go places and find things – inside people's houses and businesses. You pick pockets and I'm picking locks. Getting pretty darn good at it too."

"Oh!" Isaiah responded.

No more was said, nothing needed to be! Both boys just nodded their understanding and their mutual unspoken pledges to each other.

Changing the subject, Gio sighed, "Ain't this the life, Isaiah? Just you and me, forever. There's nothin' like huntin', fishin', and fuckin'!"

Having said it, Gio set his rifle aside, and with a wickedly, naughty grin on his face, reached over a hand, placed it in Isaiah's crotch, gave a couple of gentle, inviting squeezes, waggled his eyebrows, and announced, "Ain't no squirrels now, but I know where there's a couple of nuts I enjoy!"

He stood up, dropped his pants, and leaned up against the tree, his bare ass waggling an invitation, and parted his butt cheeks.

Isaiah was no dummy or one to pass up the chance. He stood quickly, unbuttoned his fly, whipped out his four-inch stiff todger, and popped his pecker to home port and began to fuck!

Corn picking time was a first for Isaiah, Joshua, Stephen, and Garrett. Isaiah and Joshua followed alongside, on the outside row, handling a team pulling a high sided four-wheel wagon so the two-row, horse drawn corn picker, with one of the adults driving, could propel the picked ears into it. Once the wagon was full, they'd pull away so Garrett or someone else could pull up with an empty wagon and take their place. Most often it was Garrett. The full wagon was driven to one of the several double and single corncribs on one of the farms to be off-loaded into it. Zach usually was there to help unload since it was hard, heavy work and their small bodies weren't used or able to lift the heavier scoops of corn or the five tined hay fork used as well.

Sometimes Garrett took a little longer and Isaiah figured he was getting "forked" as well. Isaiah mentioned it one day, at school recess, to Gio, who thought his term "forked" was absolutely hilarious!

"I imagine," he countered with a belly laugh, "Zach's big `forker' fills Garrett's small crib and packs it deep and tight. Bet he stays long enough to get rid of the entire load."

Still laughing, he continued, "I'll bet that crib is full to overflowing when Zach finishes with `corn' dribbling down. Of course, it'll hold more now than before since the `crib' is probably stretched!"

Isaiah got serious all of a sudden, looking around making certain no one was close enough, listening, and whispered to Gio, "Garrett says he really wants to fuck you. It's okay with me if it's okay with you."

Gio grinned as only Gio could grin, conspiratorially and with eagerness and anticipation, bobbing his head up and down enthusiastically, but adding, "Well, Uncle Freddy asked last night after he emptied into me, if he could fuck you!"

Isaiah grinned back, "How about this weekend?"

As luck would have it, rain arrived fortuitously Saturday night and didn't stop until shortly after morning chores on Sunday, postponing any corn picking until Monday. The boys would all be in school and not available to help, but they could after the school day closed.

Gio, Isaiah, and Garrett were available for a bit of mischief, however; the type of mischief involving cocks, balls, assholes, and Freddy. Garrett arrived at Isaiah's a little after dinner Sunday on his saddle horse. He hoisted Isaiah up behind him and they trotted off to the Russo house.

The four, Isaiah, Gio, Garrett, and Freddy, headed to the barn "to put the horse inside," as Freddy announced. What he really meant he was going to horse-fuck Isaiah while Garrett rode the pony up Gio's ass. Garrett didn't waste a minute once the group entered the barn! As soon as Gio had his pants down, Garrett had his five inch pecker up the chute and hammered away with gusto. Gio looked at Isaiah, grinning, knowing full well what was awaiting him from Freddy. Garrett's cock wasn't nearly as big as Uncle Freddy's and it always slipped up his ass with ease so handling Garrett's was no problem, in fact a treat! With Freddy, Gio really had to relax his sphincter muscles while Freddy kept a constant slow pressure to allow the south portal to open and stretch to accept his larger dick.

"God, I've wanted to do this forever," grunted Garrett, his ass just a jackhammering Gio's butt.

"Eager, ain't he," Freddy laughed as he knelt down in front of Isaiah and slowly helped him out of his bib overalls.

As the straps dropped, Isaiah smiled knowing he'd been fucked before by Garrett and Gio was in for an extended ride, overalls pooling on the barn floor around his feet, his hard four inch rod standing upright twitching as Freddy admired it. Freddy thought the hairless, prepubescent cock was a sight to behold and it helped harden his own adult pecker to fence post hardness.

"Nice!" he exclaimed, as he leaned forward and slipped his lips and mouth over the young morsel and began worshipping it with his tongue. Isaiah felt himself shiver and shake as Freddy's tongue stimulated and teased his cock-head and shaft. Never had anyone, except maybe Gio, treated his cock with such talent, almost reverence, or give such pleasure!

About to squeal his ecstasy, Isaiah felt Freddy disengage, turned him around, carefully pressing on his back, forced him to bend over, ending up in a receptive position for Freddy's throbbing, bobbing, large man-piece.

Spreading Isaiah's butt cheeks with his hands, dribbling a glob of spit in the smooth valley entrance to the cave of wonders, Freddy lubed his own cock with spit, pressed this thick cock head at the entrance to Isaiah's butt, and slowly pressed forward.

A short, but temporary flinch of pain or discomfort, not so much as to cause real pain since Isaiah's butthole had been spread open before, but from the fullness the large phallus caused first on entry and the continued, slow journey in, it was bigger than any of the teen boys in the Band who'd fucked him before.

"Oh, my," Freddy sighed, "such sweetness, heat, and so, so tight."

Isaiah just sort of grunted his acknowledgement, indicating Freddy could start the easy rocking motion which would bring pleasure to both of them. Freddy's progress, as Isaiah's bowel stretched, relaxed, and welcomed the large intruder, was interrupted temporarily, when Garrett exclaimed,

"Oh, my god," before announcing he was cumming, shoving his hips forward in order to gain maximum depth, and inoculated Gio with as much teen sperm as he could. Expended, Garrett didn't pull out. Instead, he rested his belly on Gio's back, gasped in his sexual gratification, and wheezed,

"Give me a minute or two to catch my breath and I'll have another go!"

Garrett didn't soften, didn't withdraw, but stayed buried, balls deep, crotch to butt-cheeks in Gio's ass. Freddy and Isaiah both watched, Freddy continuing his rocking motion, as Garrett's butt cheeks clenched, as he pushed forward, signaling he was in the process of breeding Gio.

"Amazing!" commented Freddy as he stepped up his own game.

Freddy was nearing climax as was Isaiah from Freddy's rocking cock, when Garrett renewed his attack with as much desire, but with a little less vigor; a slower pace but with the same determination and sexual drive. Freddy released his load deep inside Isaiah the same time he brought Isaiah to a strong dry cum. He rested a moment, letting his semen flow and fill, pulled out slowly, allowing the excess to dribble down Isaiah's crack and down to his balls, and muttered a soft, appreciative, "Thank you!"

They both continued to watch Garrett pummeling Gio's butt. The longer Garrett fucked, the more interested Freddy became in the young, smooth ass bouncing up and down.

"What the hell!" he announced, gave his stiffening cock a few strokes to prepare it, stepped behind Garrett, lined up his cock-head with the small opening, and with a swift, on-target move, drilled Garrett deep!

"Holy shit!" a very surprised and now full Garrett exclaimed.

But he didn't stop!

The chill in the air portended the not-too-distant winter would soon be settling in on Decker's Corner and the Watt's enclaves. All of the families were busy in preparation. The corn was harvested and in the corn cribs, oats were stored in the bins on the farms, and the time to slaughter hogs and some steers was here. The hogs were butchered on the farms while David had the steers slaughtered, processed, and wrapped by a slaughter house/ locker plant. The steers were cut up into steaks, roasts, ground meat, shanks, and the tongues, brains (sweet meats or breads), kidneys, livers, and hearts were saved as well. Neck bones and various other bones with any meat on them were set aside and wrapped for soups and stews. All of it would be frozen so the Watts' could pick it up at Decker's Meat Locker. Some of the meat was brought out to the farm where Dorothea, her daughters-in-law, and Zoe thawed it, cut it up into chunks and canned it.

The hogs were butchered and processed on David's farm using the small outbuilding he'd constructed for that purpose. The pork not wrapped and taken to the Meat Locker was either, such as side pork for bacon, shoulders and hams, canned or cured and smoked. Thanks to a recipe from Zoe Russo, some pork was ground and converted into breakfast sausage and canned, some canned as chunks of meat, or smoked hard salami which, when done right would keep a very long time. The lard was rendered out in the large iron kettles David purchased during the summer. The lard was stored in stone crocks for use as needed.

While butchering and processing the hogs, Isaiah asked his dad why they didn't do the steers at home too.

"Well, we just don't have the equipment needed to skin them and cut them up," was his reply. Truth be told, David not only didn't have the equipment, the time, or the desire to do it. Processing the hogs was work enough as far as he was concerned.

The Watt's rented a large share of Decker's space in his meat locker and it was just fine as far as he was concerned. David Watt's paid the bill, in cash money and in advance, and he made certain the widows and other's without, had something to eat if they were hard up. The people in the Decker's Corner area looked after each other.

As David put it one time, "You never know when you might need their help or depend on them to keep their mouths shut."

As a result, no one in Decker's Corner asked or wanted to know how David could afford it or where he got his money. Besides, David, Benjamin, and Darius all carried side arms. It was common knowledge young Isaiah clobbered his grandfather Watts to death with a shovel and it was rumored Garrett Lovel wacked the cocks and balls off of would-be robbers as well!

Nope! It was one group nobody wanted to be on the bad side of!

To be continued:

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