The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts

Volume One

 

Copyright© 2020 – Nicholas Hall

 

Chapter Seventeen

The Growing-up Years

"I don't think there's a pocket Isaiah couldn't pick and Joshua's running a close second."

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)

 

The winter of 1931-32 wasn't an unusual one by all standards but the snow and cold of country living was definitely a new experience for Isaiah. Thanksgiving Day there was just a light, perhaps two inches, layer of snow on the ground and not a severely cold temperature. Dorothea spoke to her daughters-in-law concerning her desire to have everyone at David's to celebrate. She was so happy to have everyone close, she just wanted to enjoy the day and meal with them.

The others thought it a great idea, although it'd place more work on Claire and Dorothea. It was decided they'd all pitch in with food preparation and feeding arrangements. The house would be crowded, but they could make it work. Claire did invite her parents as well, since they were now close and her father was feeling better.

The meal was buffet style with the little ones fed first. There was plenty of food since everyone brought something. David traded a smoked pork shoulder plus three dollars paper money for two fat turkeys from a farmer who lived the other side of Decker's Corner. Each bird dressed out a little over eighteen pounds so there was plenty to go around. The day turned out fairly warm so it was possible to "spill" out onto the porch to escape the crowd.

Christmas was celebrated by each family in their own homes with presents consisting mostly of clothes, mittens, stocking hats, and other items. The littlest ones did receive a toy while the others had stockings; each had an orange, an apple, and a piece or two of candy in them. Money was just too dear to spend it lavishly on impractical items. Perhaps a jackknife, a sharpening stone, or other small item was given or received. David did have a 16ga shotgun and a 20ga shotgun, both pump action, for his family to use. They were getting older and there was plenty of game around to use them on.

Isaiah figured his dad cut some kind of a deal with Agostino Russo for the guns. He also figured he could've gotten them for letting Freddy fuck him a couple of times, but it might be difficult explaining if his mother decided to question him about it.

Stephen received a .410ga single shot shotgun that year as well so the four of them, Stephen, Joshua, Isaiah, and Gio, with Gio leading, spent some of their free time during the winter, hunting rabbits, quail, and pheasants. Gio seemed to know every ravine, swale, willow copse, or field where they could kill critters and take them home to eat. Not only did they have a good time, provide food for the table, but really increased their skill with weapons.

Spring arrived around late March as the ice was out of the bays and sloughs of the river. The ice houses were filled in Mid-February when the weather was cold and the ice thick and safe to work on. The thick river ice was covered with sawdust to keep in from melting too fast and would last until the next winter if used judiciously. It was great for keeping things cold in the ice box in the house, not good for putting in a drink to cool it or suck on to cool off with.

"If you want something to suck on," Gio laughed lasciviously, unfastening his fly, "lick this lollypop and suck it to the root!"

Isaiah took him up on the offer!

Summer of 1932 wasn't unlike the summer before except life on the farms became routine and accepted. There were chores to be done, work to help with, and time for boys to be boys growing up. It was a time, however, when the Depression deepened and it was an election year. Opportunities to obtain cash by the use of Isaiah and now Joshua's talents were fewer. Even Gio and Freddy were being very cautious as well. The few people who had some wealth guarded it carefully. David did the same, but still kept his eyes open for bargains.

In March, before planting began and as farm mortgages, rents, or house loans became due and possible forfeitures for bankruptcy, David called a meeting of his brothers, their wives, Bill and Zoe Lovell, and Dorothea. He expressed his concern about possible shortages in the future the way the economy looked and wanted to know what they might need in the next year so he could be on the lookout for the items. It was quite a list of needles, thread, yarn, and other household items. A treadle sewing machine was mentioned, canning supplies, perhaps a liquid propane kitchen stove, another truck or two, and maybe a tractor since farming was becoming modernized. Joseph was becoming pretty adept at repairing gasoline engines and other items so he encouraged it. When the meeting was over, David had quite a list, but not one filled with non-essentials. Salt, flour, yeast, beans, sugar, vinegar, and other staples were always on the list.

Benjamin and Darius slowly became aware over the past year, how David's revenue stream existed, especially after he restarted his games of chance, and once witnessing the slickness of Joshua and Isaiah's talents with their hands, but they said nothing! The brothers maintained their practice of keeping such things close to their chest. They were quite satisfied to farm and raise their families. No matter what, the Watt's brothers would stick together and that attribute was shared by their wives and children.

The notion of staying in one place all of the time was a bit disconcerting to Isaiah and Joshua at times. They were old enough to have experienced the vagabond, traveling life, albeit Isaiah more than Joshua. However, Isaiah was well satisfied with life as he now knew it. He had Gio as a friend and constant companion. They seemed inseparable, attached at the hip figuratively, but whenever the opportunity presented itself, attached cock to mouth or butt to crotch.

The routines of farm life, including chores, gardening, and helping with field work, along with helping their mother and grandmother in the house was sometimes hard work but it was on their own farm and in their own house. It didn't mean they didn't have time to play. There was plenty of opportunity for that. Isaiah and Joshua would hitch Ida up the cart, pick up Gio, head to their uncles' houses, pick up Stephen, Patrick, and Jonathon for an afternoon of tag or perhaps fishing in the either a nearby stream or down at the landing at home in the big river.

Swimming was their favorite playtime and quite a treat since they were forbidden to swim in the river or go to the gravel pit without an adult with them. The adult was usually their Uncle Zach who'd load the older boys from all three farms, including Gio, up in the back of his pickup truck and take them to the gravel pit for an afternoon of swimming.

Mid-summer 1932 and the Depression was really cranking up. More and more people were without jobs and money. It was also hot and humid! Zach and Garrett invited Stephen, Isaiah, and Gio to go for a swim after they'd been mowing and stacking hay most of the day. It was hot, dusty, and dirty work but something the younger lads could do.

Naked, hot, and horny, while Isaiah and Gio were swimming, Zach and Garrett decided it was time to "bury the hatchet" so to speak. There was no one else at the swimming hole, so Zach bent Garrett over and plugged his hole tight with his cock. Stephen was standing nearby and took an immediate interest in what was happening.

"God, that must hurt something awful `cause it's so big and long!" exclaimed Stephen as he watched Garrett being impaled on Zach's impressively hard and thick cock.

"Not really," confessed a very satisfied Garrett, "not anymore at least. I just feel full until he starts to move back and forth, then it's spectacular. Nothing like being fucked, I think. If you want, I can show you once we're done. You ever been fucked before?"

"No!" Stephen responded hoarsely, shaking his head back and forth rapidly giving evidence of his innocence and virginity.

"Well, this is your lucky day; you're soon gonna be!"

"By him?" Stephen's eyes all agog, fear of the mighty phallus stretching and filling Garrett's asshole, reflected in his eyes, "I want to, but he's so big!"

"Not Zach, you doofus; me!"

"Oh!"

Garrett waited a long time for this opportunity and wasn't about to let it pass him by. He looked at the slim, naked, hairless younger boy with his hard, three-inch spike with the foreskin pulled back far enough for the savory, pink head to protrude, balls snugged tight underneath, and smiled as Zach slowed his own movements, and said to Stephen, "Come closer!"

 

Roosevelt was elected in November 1932 and took office in March of 1933 and things began to change! He took the United States off of the gold standard. Eventually gold coin was declared not to be used for tender and only paper money, but there was a black market for goods bought and sold using gold.

Not only did Roosevelt take office in early Spring, but with spring came auctions and more foreclosures. It was the time opportunity awaited those who had the means to make purchases or skills to take advantage of crowds of people. It was also the time, this particular year, to be wary, according to Agostino Russo.

"Word has it," he began in their conversation over a beer at his house, "There's a small group, maybe three or four, characters around south of here, who're night time robbers. They come at night when households, especially farm houses or homes in rural areas close to cities, are asleep, gain entry, and rob the people inside at gun point. Rumor also has it they not only take the money and other valuables, but take their pleasures as well with the women folk and young girls and boys. It seems their information concerning the wealth held in those homes is quite accurate since they seem to rob no households who aren't particularly wealthy. Don't know how they gain their information yet, but it's pretty damned accurate."

David nodded his understanding, promising to keep his eyes and ears open, along with alerting his brothers, slipped Augusto a couple of coins, paid for the purchases he made, and asked Agostino to keep his eyes open for a couple of pistols, shotguns, and a couple of high-powered, 30/30 caliber rifles.

It was two years, give or take a month or two, since the Watt's families, David's, Benjamin's, and Darius', returned to Decker's Corner to live and make their homes. The Lovell's joined them near summer's end following the attack on them while traveling to recover Bill's health. He'd recovered nicely and seemed to be adapting to a non-nomadic life after spending his entire life, to this point, traveling, although he did admit, on occasion, his former life. Zoe didn't really miss the everyday breaking camp and moving; she did miss the dollars their activities at various fairs and festivals brought in but those events were now few and far between and dollars were hard to come by for people in general. She really missed having the rest of her children and grandchildren around her in the Lovell Band as they traveled.

Claire was pregnant again and if she was correct, affirmed by her mother Zoe, she should deliver sometime around the end of August or first of September. She was comforted by having both her mother and mother-in-law nearby. She relied on the boys for more assistance at home with the household chores and taking care of the younger ones.

There were a number of foreclosures and auctions and David and one of brothers, Darius at this particular one, along with Isaiah, Joshua, and Gio attending, were looking for household items, a tractor, and tractor-towed farm equipment. They had one tractor already but David wanted to expand his farming through the use of mechanized farm equipment and rely less on his horses. He wasn't going to rid himself of his animals but the tractors could do more work faster. However, the horses were reliable and steady and could be used to supplement the motorized equipment.

The third one they attended in as many weeks just south of the Tri-Cities, Isaiah noticed three men, with a fourth waiting in a car, he'd seen before. Watching them carefully, he noticed they made no bids, but observed the crowd closely with one of the men occasionally making a note on a piece of paper. The fourth man never left the car either standing near the driver's door or sitting behind the wheel, as if prepared to leave on a moments notice. According to Gio, the man was a "wheel man" who'd drive the "get-away car."

David bid on and bought a tractor and some equipment used with the tractor including a baler. Isaiah noted, when his dad's bid was made and accepted, the man made a note and put the paper back in his pocket. Isaiah gave a nod to Joshua, who was scanning the crowd for an easy "mark," to join Gio and him. He quickly explained what happened and set up a plan to dip the man's pocket and get the paper. Gio heard what Isaiah had in mind and nodded, but did ask,

"Do you think this will work?"

"Just as slick as sliding your cock up my asshole," giggled Isaiah.

"They won't know it's gone until they reach their car and take a look," added Joshua.

"It'll be like knowing you have two balls until you reach into your pants to scratch and find out you're missing one," Isaiah added to emphasize how good he thought Joshua and he were.

 

"Comin' through!" hollered a very naked, except for his shoes, Joshua as he banged into one of the three men and ricocheted off of another, catching his fall by grabbing at one man in particular, righting himself in his attempt to escape his pursuer. He turned, momentarily facing the men, his face wide with a grin, his hairless small pecker pointing out over his penny-sized balls, gave his cock a flip or two with his hand, and shouted with a giggle,

"Sorry guys, but gotta' go!" and took off running, his legs just a pumping and his smooth, small round butt-cheeks clenching and bouncing with each step.

While the men were concentrating on the nakedness of the boy running away from them, Gio missed them as he ran by, but Isaiah stumbled into them, exaggerating his limp as an excuse.

"What the fuck?" complained one man shouting it aloud, somewhat disgusted the boy couldn't have dodged him.

"Sorry, mister," Isaiah wheezed, leaning over, hands on his knees, feigning to catch his breath and rest his sore hip. "That's our little brother and he's naked again! Momma won't like it if she sees him. He sort of likes to run around naked and show off his pecker."

With that, he started off, albeit slower, in his effort to catch up with the other two running boys, who, by now were out of sight.

Isaiah hobbled along until he too disappeared from view.

"I'd fuck the little one," one man laughed, adjusting his crotch, his erection quite evident.

"Yep," another commented, "you would. Right before you fucked the other two."

Joshua, Gio, and Isaiah circled back to where Joshua stashed his clothes. As Joshua dressed, Isaiah examined the contents of the wallet he'd picked. It had a substantial amount of cash, but most importantly, the man's driver's license containing his address. The piece of paper Joshua lifted had four names on it; three were strangers, but David Watt's name certainly wasn't.

Isaiah dropped the wallet, contents intact, where the three men stood previously, watching the bidding.

It wasn't long, watching from a distance and concealed, the boys saw the three men return, scanning the ground for the "lost" wallet. Spotting it, the owner picked it up, examined the contents, and apparently was satisfied since he put it in his pocket and the men left.

Isaiah's dad and Uncle Darius were loading items in the back of the two pickup trucks and one two-wheel trailer they'd brought just for this purpose, when the boys returned. Isaiah gave his dad the note with the name on it, explaining how and why they decided to "dip the mark."

"It was what they weren't doing," Isaiah explained. "Just standing around, watching, not buying, just watching! They didn't look like cops or act like them, so I decided we needed to find out more about them. If Joshua and I acted like that, we'd have the cops and half the town down on us. Besides, this was not a very flush crowd so we didn't take anyone. Sorry!"

"Don't be sorry," David said, "there's always better days. I think you've more than made a healthy contribution today with the information you were able to get for us. Uncle Darius, Uncle Ben, Augusto, Freddy, and I have much to discuss thanks to you three young men!"

All three puffed up their chests just a bit, stood a little taller, and beamed their happiness!

"Now, help us load. I've made arrangement for a trucker to haul the tractor and other large equipment to the farm, but we need to get this other stuff home."

The boys chattered as they worked, lifting and putting on the trailer or in one of the trucks items not too heavy for them to handle.

Darius leaned over to David, "You mean to say, Joshua stripped bare-ass naked and ran through those men, picked a pocket to get a piece of paper, and didn't get caught?"

"Yep! His bare ass sort of acted as a distraction. Especially when he wiggled his pecker at the guys. Made them look at him so Isaiah could finish the job."

"Oh, my god!" Darius whistled. "He's that good?"

"Better than good! That boy can do things with his hands and fingers that would make a grown man cry!"

"There was the time, I stood at a distance watching the two boys work. The crowd was large and there were some rather plush looking men walking about the boys thought carried some cash. They spotted the rather portly man, the man they marked for plucking, and Isaiah maneuvered himself so he was directly in front of the man, faked a collision as the man moved forward, battering Isaiah to the ground, and howled in pain. Joshua set up a clamor as well, embarrassing the poor sucker, who reached over to help Isaiah to his feet. Now, Isaiah was using a wooden stick as a cane to emphasize his infirmity, appearing to be relatively helpless."

"The mark moved to pick him up and Isaiah began grasping at the man's coat to assist. As God is my witness, Darius, I watched Isaiah slip his hand inside the man's shirt, slip the money belt out, hand the belt to Joshua who announced he was off to find their mother, and rebuttoned the fucker's shirt."

"Once upright, Isaiah apologized and gave the man a big hug, thanking him. Joshua was sauntering away, money belt tucked inside his pants. Isaiah backed away, again apologizing, used the walking stick until he was lost in the crowd, dropped it, and rejoined Joshua. Those little devils picked up over a hundred dollars in gold and as much in greenbacks. We left as soon as possible, right after the boys changed clothes, and tossed the clothes they'd worn in a garbage can."

"I'll be damned!" muttered Darius. "Would've never guessed!"

"Darius," David admitted, "I don't think there's a pocket Isaiah couldn't pick and Joshua's running a close second."

 

David stopped in Decker's Store and informed him of the roving band of thieves operating farther south and of the four suspicious characters spotted at the auction Darius and he attended.

"I think," David speculated, "Decker's Corner and my place in particular, will be hit within the next couple of weeks. These men are capable not only of robbery, but rape, brutal beatings, and rape of women, young girls, and boys. There's some talk they may have killed a few people along the way."

Decker didn't ask how David found out what he was telling him, but promised to let everyone to be on the lookout, especially if any strangers asked for directions to David's farm. The residents of the dozen or so houses in the little settlement could be counted on to keep their eyes open for strangers and mouths shut to strangers and the law.

They may be a collection of people who were considered misfits, those outside the law, or unwelcome in polite society, but they suited each other well and were loyal to their own. Their loyalty to those in Decker's Corner was a bulwark against outsiders. They might cheat, steal, and commit mayhem in the outside world and have past lives best forgotten and spoken of, but they wouldn't betray each other, preferring to fight instead. Oh, they may fuck each other (no matter the age), but gently, without rape. As long as nobody complained, who was to say no?

The Watt's Family was on constant alert, ready to act should a threat arise! Everyone had their place and instructions and they were ready, down to the youngest doing whatever they were capable.

Gio feared for Isaiah, but he needn't be, Isaiah assured him.

"Well, if word comes down there's going to be a pissing match, I'm comin' over," Gio announced, determination in his voice! No one, including Isaiah, could convince him otherwise.

A week after David's conversation with Decker, Tommy Bormann, age fifteen, rattled into the farmyard with a message from Decker.

"Mr. Decker says, Mr. Watts, two strangers stopped in the store this morning, asking directions to your place saying they had some farm equipment to deliver."

Decker knew very well it was a fucking lie! David's equipment he bought at the auction was delivered several days previously. Yet, he gave them the correct directions figuring, if warned, David and his family just might solve the problem of the robbers and send a warning to anyone else who might decide to try some funny stuff in Decker's Corner.

"Mr. Decker said to tell you they looked mean and ugly and you'd know what to do so he told them where you lived."

"As well he should, Tommy," thanked David tossing him a silver dollar. "Would you drive on over to Darius' and Ben's and the Lovell's and tell them too. Here's another dollar for helping us out and delivering the message."

"You bet, I will," grinned Tommy, pocketing the two silver dollars.

Before he left, Isaiah asked him to let Gio know as well. He'd do that, making certain though, his last stop would be Lovell's. If Garrett was there, he might be up for a fuck, Tommy thought. He could use a cock-soaking, hard thrusting, butt-pounding ride on Garrett's back and hoped Garrett was up for it as well. Garrett might mount him as well, although Garrett fucked as fast as a rabbit, it was still well worth it!

Garrett was a grade below Tommy and had a nice little business forging absence excuses for students all in need of one. All Garrett needed was a sample of the parent's handwriting, including signature, and it was done, for a fee of course. He also had a nice ass some of the older boys loved to fuck. Cost them fifty cents for that. It didn't cost Tommy anything since he sort of acted like Garrett's agent, locating those older boys with the coin and desire to dip their wicks.

 

The assignments were pretty straight forward. The main focus of the robbery, David thought, would be on his place, but he couldn't take any chances. They must might strike one of the others first or last, depending. Joseph would spend nights at Darius', Zach at Lovell's, and Freddy Russo would be staying at Ben's. Stephen was old enough to handle a .410 and he knew well how to shoot it. He didn't, however have the same life experiences as Isaiah and Joshua who were more accustomed to being ready to fight, if necessary. They were both well experienced and handy with their knives, thanks to the tutoring by their father. David just felt there should be another adult at the house. Freddy didn't object and was a dead shot as well.

Isaiah, Joshua, and Gio, who insisted on being there with Isaiah, would camp out along the main road. If they spotted a vehicle looking suspicious or stopping, Joshua would hot-foot it back through the trees and corn field to the house and warn his father. Once done, he would man the single shot .410 shotgun at the house.

The first night was long and uneventful. The second night, close to midnight, a four-door car stopped on the road, where a couple of rows of trees on both sides of the road would keep their car out of sight from the house. Ironically, they stopped right across the road from where Isaiah, Joshua, and Gio were hidden. The moon provided just enough light for the boys to see four men in the vehicle, one driving, one in the passenger seat, and two in the backseat. Joshua took off, sneaking through the trees to the cornfield, headed toward the house to sound the warning!

Three men left the car, leaving the driver behind the wheel, crept down the road to the lane leading to the house, and appeared to stop for maybe, three or four minutes, as if checking to see if there was any activity or sign the house may have been alerted. Sensing nothing was amiss and surprise would be on their side, they moved stealthy down the lane and into the farmyard. No dogs barked, no lights were on, so they moved quietly up the steps and onto the porch.

As one man, apparently the leader, carefully reached for the doorknob, from the dark side of the porch, well hidden by the darkness and a rain barrel, David asked,

"May I help you?"

His question initiated an immediate response in the form of a wild pistol shot from one man, followed by a blast of David's double-barreled shotgun loaded with 00buckshot. The impact of the lead shot, traveling with such force and such a short distance, rocketed the man off of the porch along with a good portion of his guts. This was followed by a 12 ga. blast at the other two men scrambling to leave. It caught one in the right side, driving him to his knees. As the other leaned over to help him get up, a .410 shotgun blast hit him in the ass. Before another round could be fired at the men, the moon was darkened by a cloud passing by.

Gio and Isaiah waited a very short time after the first three left the car, watching the driver. They could see his right shoulder jiggling.

"What's he doin'?" Isaiah whispered.

"He's jackin' off," Gio answered.

"Not for long!" Isaiah responded.

With a nod to Gio, Isaiah slipped out of the trees and took up a position at the rear of the car waiting for Gio to make the next move.

In the midst of his sexual fantasy, imagining he was fucking the cute, young, naked boy he'd seen at the auction, hoping it'd be soon he could do it for real, the man's orgasm was interrupted by a "snap" and a pain in the side of his head when a steel ball bearing tore into it and entered his brain. The swift, effective slice of a knife across his throat by a young arm reaching through the open car window, spewed his blood down his chest, and onto his now deflated cock. As he was gurgling and bleeding his life away, Gio suggested softly,

"Let's check the inside back seat and the trunk. Might be something worth lifting."

He put his slingshot into his back pocket, while Isaiah cleaned off the blade of his stiletto before slipping it back into its sheath.

A quick look of the back seat revealed nothing of value, so they moved to the rear of the car and the trunk.

"It's locked," Isaiah hissed giving the handle a try.

"No problem," smiled Gio, reaching into his pants pocket and, while Isaiah held the light, pulled out a small leather case and extracted a short, steel wire-like tool.

"What's that?" Isaiah quired.

"A lock pick. Hope this is the right one. Shine the light on the lock."

Isaiah did as he was instructed, Gio slipped the pick into the lock, manipulated it for a moment, and unlocked the trunk. Inside the trunk was an assortment of tools, weapons, and a black leather bag, a valise, according to Gio. Gio spotted a couple of .38 revolvers, which he took and a 12ga. short barreled, about fourteen inches long, shotgun equipped with a pistol grip.

"Nasty lookin' fucker isn't it?" he mused as he took it and a couple of boxes of shells out.

They were about to look into the valise when they heard the shots coming from the house. Isaiah grabbed the valise and the two scurried back into the trees to wait to see if anyone returned.

"Sounded like more than one person shot," Gio commented softly.

"Yeah, probably Joshua with the .410," speculated Isaiah. It didn't explain the fourth shot, the one that sounded like another shotgun.

They watched two men, apparently injured from the way they walked, stagger down the road in the darkness toward the car. One man appeared to be assisting the other, holding him up, and sort of dragging him along, although limping badly himself. The least injured opened the back door of the car and shoved the other man, while shouting,

"Go Frankie, get the fuck out of here! Eddie's been shot and so have I!"

No response!

"I said move this son-of-bitch, dip shit!"

Still no response!

Crawling from the back seat, the man limped out, yanked open the driver's door, and shouted, "Frank..." His comments were cut off as he saw what was behind the steering wheel.

"SON-OF-BITCH," he screeched in horror! "He's fuckin' dead, Eddie!"

Something was muttered from the back seat.

"I know, Eddie, but there's fuckin' blood all over."

He hesitated a minute, reached in and gave "Frankie" a shove from his position behind the wheel into the passenger seat, swearing the whole time about how "fucked up" everything was before starting the car, and tromping down on the accelerator. Gravel flew from the back wheels as the car lurched forward.

"Think I'll give them something else to remember us by," mused Gio, raising the sawed-off shotgun and pointing at the escaping group. He pulled the trigger, the weapon roared, and the blast from one barrel splattered the back of the car with buckshot and blew out the rear window. The car sort swerved from side to side a couple of times, until the driver regained control and then it moved, fast, well out of sight.

"You okay, Gio?" Isaiah asked looking down at Gio sitting on his ass on the ground.

"That damned thing has one hell of a kick!" Gio muttered in reply.

"Next time, hold it with both hands," advised Isaiah.

 

Gio carried the guns while Isaiah carried the valise. They stopped a couple of times to rest since Isaiah complained the valise was heavy. Nearing the house, they could see lamps and lanterns lighting up the front porch. A man's body lay sprawled out on the ground in front of the porch and Joshua was coming from the barn carrying a canvas tarp.

"Daddy didn't want him blooding up a good blanket," Joshua announced explaining the tarp he was carrying.

Isaiah handed the valise to his dad. David took it, hefted it, opened it and looked inside, before whistling softly.

"Where did you...?"

His question was interrupted by the sound of and the lights from a pickup truck coming down the lane.

"We'll talk about this later," he said to Isaiah, setting the valise inside the house door. "Meantime, you boys help Joshua cover the body."

The headlights proved to be from Ben's truck. As he climbed out, he shouted out, "What happened?"

"Where's Freddy?" David countered, not wanting to get too deeply into the situation, especially when there was more to hear from Isaiah and Gio.

"Left him to watch the place. Figured you either got the sons-a-bitches, or you needed some help."

"Got'em, but I need you to drive to Decker's, wake him, and call the sheriff. Tell him we had a problem. Wounded two and killed," noticing from the corner of his eye, Isaiah wobbling his head no at Gio, "one. The two wounded headed toward the road, moving damned slow."

Ben jumped back into the truck, wheeled it around, and headed toward Decker's Corner.

Crooking his finger, motioning Gio and Isaiah to come forward, followed by Joshua who was certain not to miss a thing, figuring there was something else only Gio and Isaiah knew.

"Isaiah," David asked, "Was there someone else waiting in the car?"

Isaiah nodded.

"Is that where the valise came from?"

Isaiah and Gio both nodded.

"And?"

Isaiah slowly ran one finger across this throat!

David nodded slowly, fully understanding what happened. "Dead?"

"Bled like a stuck hog!" Gio volunteered.

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Chapter Eighteen

The Growing-up Years

"Gio, Stephen, and I met Mr. Willian `Stiffie' Conley for the first time. It proved to be a fortuitous (I really like this word) meeting for us, in more ways than one."

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)

 

David nodded, understanding the truism of "dead men tell no tales," knowing the two young lads dispatched the get-away driver, but wondered just how the devil they did, so he asked,

"So, how did the two of you pull it off or was Joshua with you at the time?"

Isaiah pointed at Gio and to himself, offering no more, until prodded.

"Please explain how you two could overcome an armed man intent on doing someone deadly harm?"

Gio grinned!

"Gio?" asked David directing him to answer the question. "And don't leave anything out, okay?"

Gio grinned again, but snickered, "I won't, but Mr. Watts, you should know he died with his dick in his hand."

"Oh, boy! Let's hear it!"

The comment sort of broke the ice and with Gio explaining how the man was distracted by "jackin' his cock," the shot into his head with a slingshot propelling a ball-bearing deep inside, while Isaiah, having sneaked up the side of the car to the driver's side window, slipping his hand in the window, and slitting the man's throat right after the ball-bearing drove deep into the man's brain.

"Just to make sure he was dead," Isaiah offered.

"Yep," Gio confirmed, "dead as a popcorn fart on a cold winter's night."

The boys continued through Gio picking the lock on the trunk, finding the valise and sawed-off shotgun (pistols conveniently not mentioned), and the two wounded men coming back to the car.

"I fired a shot at the car," Gio added, "as they drove away just to give them a kick in the ass to remember us by!"

"Did you boys happen to have a look in the valise?"

"We didn't have time, Dad," Isaiah admitted. "We heard shots from the house and got hidden real fast."

"Yeah," Gio said, "didn't want to take a chance at losing our peckers when they saw the guy with his hanging out and his throat cut. Be a nasty way to go, bleeding to death through your pecker!"

David laughed, but Joshua sort of shivered with a pained expression on his face and clutched his own young rod tucked safely inside his jeans with one hand as if the very description Gio offered might be something that could really happen.

"After the sheriff arrives and is done with his questions," David advised the boys in a cautionary tone, "and leaves, we'll talk about the valise. Now, the sheriff doesn't need to know anything other than the three of you were lookouts. Joshua came back to the house to warn us after you saw the car stop in the road. Gio, you took a shot at the fleeing vehicle with the shotgun I gave you in case you boys needed to protect yourself. Understood?"

You bet they understood! All three were experienced at keeping secrets and really not trusting the law. After all, even they understood there were things they did which were on the "shady" side of the law.

It was a good two hours before the sheriff, a deputy, and the county coroner, made an appearance. Isaiah, Gio, and Joshua were sound asleep on the living room floor. Snuggled between Isaiah and Gio, Joshua rested in the protective arms of his older brother, David thought as he covered the boys with a blanket.

He shook his head marveling two of three lads killed a man barely three hours before and now slept so peacefully. Isaiah and Gio seemed to be of one spirit and intent on protecting the younger Joshua as they slept. David knew, at that point in their lives, Gio and Isaiah would be inseparable, unless parted by situations not of their own doing, and protectors of the family.

David and Dorothea patiently and carefully answered the sheriff's questions. The sheriff was particularly concerned with why the robbers would have chosen David's farm since no one seemed to have any money to spare. David explained it was probably because he'd used money he had saved over the years to make some farm purchases and equipment to farm them after his brothers arrived.

"Augusto Russo also warned me he'd heard of a gang operating south of here and speculated they might want to move to new territory. Beyond that, we had no warning. But, after living with my father for so many years and being on the road until I came home to the farm, I was used to being prepared for anything, especially since I was dealing in horses for a cousin of my Mom's."

"My brothers and I put together a plan of protection for our farms just in case. It included using everyone on the farms to either act as lookouts or man some guns if necessary. Ben's and Darius' places had people in place the same as I did. Freddy Russo and young Gio helped out so we'd have enough help to cover my in-laws as well."

The sheriff raised his eyebrows at the mention of Freddy and Gio Russo, but made no other comment. He thought David's comments over for a minute before asking,

"Okay! Was this man, the stiff on your porch, the only one who came to the house last night?"

"Three men approached the house. When I confronted them, one shot at me," pointing at the dead man, "and I returned fire, killing him."

"Anyone else shoot?"

David explained Dorothea shot as did young Joshua, injuring the other two as they fled.

"I think Gio or Isaiah took a shot with the shotgun I gave them from their position alongside the road."

"Gio Russo; he's Freddy Russo's nephew, right? Isaiah; he's the one that bashed Neville on the head?"

David nodded.

"Think I better talk to the boys," the Sheriff said.

David hated to wake the boys, but wake them he must. The sooner the law left the better it would be as far as he was concerned. He really didn't need the sheriff or anyone else from the law snooping around his family affairs or business ventures, including his game of chance or Claire's boys and their quick hands

Three sleepy-eyed boys wandered out onto the porch, rubbing their eyes and scratching in some very intimate, but familiar places. The Sheriff looked at them and thought how innocent and vulnerable they might look to the casual observer who might not know them as he did. He also thought they were so much like other residents of Decker's Corner; kind of a "don't fuck with me" type. Not quite the choirboy innocence, but still boys, but perhaps dangerous boys! He shook his head dismissing such thoughts from his head as he prepared to question the boys. Two of them, Isaiah the shovel-thumper and Gio, Freddy's the ex-con's nephew and Augusto's grandson, were far from being innocent and would probably lie through their eye-teeth while being very sincere, convincing you were hearing the truth; the whole truth, and nothing but the truth! The middle boy, standing between Gio and Isaiah, was smaller and probably the youngest. Whether or not he was schooled in the ways of Decker's Corner, the Sheriff was uncertain, but if he was to place a bet on it, he'd bet the boy was.

His questioning was about to begin but was stopped by the middle one, the apparent youngest, opened his eyes wide, ran forward and hugged him tight around the waist, slightly moving his gun-belt in the process.

"I'm so glad to see you!" the boy shouted. "I have something for you," and quickly disengaged from the hug, turned and started to run back into the house, before stopping, turning, waggling his finger at the Sheriff, commanding, "Now don't you go anywhere. I'll be right back. Oh, by the way, I'm Joshua!"

"This ought to be interesting," mused the Sheriff aloud.

"I'm certain it will be," speculated David, quite uncertain what the hell Joshua was up to. What he did know, however, was the County Sheriff was being set up for a con by three boys, well trained in the arts of deception and thievery.

Joshua returned posthaste and thrust out his hand to the Sheriff. In it was a shiny, well-polished Sheriff's badge.

"I found this a couple of weeks agon," he proudly announced, "near the hog yard after you were here when Isaiah, you know----," and made a bashing demonstration with one arm and hand, clearly illustrating what happened to Neville. "I just knew you'd be so happy to have it back," sniffling back a sob, his lower lip quivering as if the death of his grandfather still bothered him.

David thought he'd gag on the spot, but didn't!

"There, there, don't you fuss about it, Joshua," comforted the Sheriff, hugging the boy closely again, in an attempt to calm him.

Big mistake, thought David, giving Joshua another hug.

"Okay," mumbled Joshua, starting to step away,

"In fact, I'm so pleased to get it and your honesty in returning it, here's something to reward you."

Reaching into a pocket, the Sheriff pulled out a shiny silver dollar and handed it over to Joshua.

Joshua looked at it, apparently amazed and thrilled to receive such a fine gift, leaping forward and gave the Sheriff another big hug. He stepped back, sort of stumbled into Isaiah, who caught him and prevented him from falling.

David was watching the interaction between Joshua and the Sheriff carefully, from the first hug when Joshua did a quick pat, moving the gun belt, to discover the pocket the money was in, to the silver dollar given to Joshua, the next hug for the sheriff, and stumbling back against Isaiah. If David hadn't known what was about to happen he never would've seen the small hand dip into the Sheriff's pocket, the same one the dollar came from, and extract something. Joshua sort of fell back, was stabilized by Isaiah when the exchange from Joshua (the dipper never carries) took place, and Isaiah just as quickly and adeptly ducking the coins into his pants and into the small pouch secured around his waist and resting just above his pecker. Quick, easy, and almost non-detectable!

"Now," said the Sheriff bending over slightly so he might be a little closer to the boys' level, although he wouldn't be able to hold the pose for long since it was uncomfortable for him. All three started chattering at once, each seeming to be eager to be the first to tell the tale of adventure they had during the night. He settled them down, he thought, and pointed at Joshua to open up the discussion. Clearly, he thought Joshua to be not only the youngest, but probably the most honest. Mistake again!

"Well," Joshua began, his eyes wide, his posture and body movements animated to emphasize his words, "the three of us," pointing at Gio, Isaiah, and himself, "were out by the road keeping watch. It was REALLY dark! We were sort of like that Horace fellow the Greeks tell stories about."

"You mean, Horatius at the Bridge," Gio corrected.

"And it wasn't the Greeks, it was the Romans," added Isaiah.

"Yeah, that guy! Anyway, we saw the car drive up and there was FOUR guys in it. THREE (holding up three fingers to make certain the Sheriff could make no mistake), got out and one stayed. I think he was the get-away driver, cause he sat behind the wheel. The I took off across the field to warn Daddy. I RAN REALLY, REALLY FAST! Sort of like the midnight rider Paul's Rear."

"Revere!" Isaiah corrected.

"Right!"

"Then what happened," the Sheriff asked.

Joshua's eyes seemed to grow wider and his face more expressive, as he waved his arms, and acted as though he was creeping down the lane and up on the porch.

"The three men sneaked down the lane, while Grandma Watts and I watched from the window in the dining room. That one right in there," Joshua said pointing at the corpse. "I hear Daddy shout, `GET THE HELL OFF OF MY PORCH!"

"Joshua!" warned David. "I asked the men if I could help them!"

"Uh huh!" Joshua responded. "Anyway, I heard a BANG! and then a KABLOOEY! Daddy just blew the guys guts out all over the porch!"

"I was so scared, but Grandma Watts poked her shotgun out the window and shot one guy. The other asshole...,"

"Joshua!"

"fella, leaned over to help him up and I took aim, and made one hell of a shot; BANG, right up his ole' shitter!"

David shot him a look and Joshua corrected himself, "I meant in the butt!"

Trying not to laugh, Sheriff asked Joshua, "What happened next?"

Joshua shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, it was dark! But I did hear another shot after a while."

"That'd be me," volunteered Gio. "Two guys walking like they was hurt bad, staggered up the car, climbed in the back seat, and hollered to the other guy to get the hell out of here. Mr. Watts gave us a single-shot shotgun to use in case we needed it. I shot at the car as it sped away just to `dust their asses' as Grandpa Russo would say."

His questioning seemed to be complete since the Sheriff voiced a "thank you" to everyone and, noticing the coroner was done loading the body into the panel truck, waved his deputy to join him. As they walked to the patrol car, the Sheriff, speaking softly, said,

"Remind me never to piss off any of the Watt's, no matter the age."

"Or come to Decker's Corner unless we're summoned," voiced the concerned deputy.

Two weeks later, the Sheriff, accompanied by a deputy, stopped by David's farm around the noon hour, in hopes of finding him at the house. David was just coming from the barn, having put his team to water and hay, heading in for lunch when he saw the county patrol car stop in front of the house. Stephen, visiting for the day, Gio, and Isaiah were near the smokehouse practicing throwing their knives at a homemade target affixed to a bale of hay. From the sounds they were making indicated they were clearly enjoying themselves.

"What brings you back?" David asked in greeting, curious why `john law' was back amidst his family.

Watching the three boys practicing with their knives, the Sheriff announced, "The sheriff in a neighboring county said they found a car with three bodies in it; one in the back seat and two in the front. The one in the back seat had been shot with a shotgun and died as a result. One in the front, behind the wheel, had several buckshot in and up his ass. Bled to death, slowly it would appear by the mess in his shorts. The other fella had his throat slit and, what looked like to the coroner, a steel ball bearing lodged in the brain."

"Back window of the car shot out and rear end of the vehicle peppered with buckshot as well. Meets the description your boy and Gio Russo gave the night the robbers appeared."

"So," David surmised, "Case closed and robbers dispatched."

"Sort of looks like it, unless you happen to remember anything else. Can't figure out how one had his throat slit," the Sheriff commented looking over at Isaiah sinking his knife dead-center in the target. "And, I guess, I really don't want to know. Saves the County a trial with all four of the bastards dead. So, I guess you're right, the case is closed."

David thanked the Sheriff for the information and asked, as the Sheriff climbed back into his car, "Do you always travel with a deputy?"

"Not usually, but there are times I ask one to ride along!"

"Especially," muttered the deputy softy so others might not hear, "when he comes to Decker's Corner."

Driving away, the deputy asked the Sheriff, "Did you see that one kid throw his knife? Goddamn good!"

"That'd be Isaiah!"

"No shit! Isn't he the one who ...?"

"Yep! Bashed the old man's head in- left the ornery bastard dead as a door nail. I'd bet he had help shoving the body into the hog yard so they could nibble on it."

"How old is the little shit?"

"Maybe ten, eleven, don't know for sure!"

"You don't suppose the other...?"

"Deputy, I don't ask, you don't ask! Understand? I wouldn't mind living to serve another term or two."

"Yes, Sir!"

 

Dorothea and Claire, along with Anne and Carol and Zoe Lovell, after hearing of older people, widows, widowers, and families without jobs or sources of income, in need of some help to make it, took it upon themselves to share the bounty of their large and very productive gardens and chicken houses with those in the Decker's Corner community. There were a number of widows, widowers, older couples, and those families with young children who were highest on their priority for help.

Commodity prices for selling such items as corn, oats, soy beans, was extremely low as was beef, pork, and poultry. The money for making such purchases for the ordinary person or the down and out was almost non-existent. People relied on what they could raise on a plot of ground or on the farm. Those without those resources or were unable to do so, were, indeed, hard up! Resources for purchasing seed or replenishing stock was next to impossible Decker's Corner took care of its own, however. A gift of a young pig when the sow had too many, two to three laying hens, or a Nanny goat would be given and greatly appreciated.

David saw opportunity, not so much in the immediate but for long range future profits and building good will and a deepened sense of community. Dorothea was a seed-saver and had been for many years, so when seeds were unavailable, she always seemed to have some in reserve from her jars of stock. She, as well as David expected the recipient's to "pay it forward" and help someone else in need.

The delivery boys, making two, possibly three trips a week were Isaiah, Gio, and Stephen in a donkey cart pulled by Peanut, now broken to harness, and Joshua, and Joshua, Thomas, and Patrick in a donkey cart pulled by the older and calmer Ida.

Stephen was now attaching himself to Isaiah and Gio, becoming a constant companion. He discovered he really enjoyed being with them and they did with him; so tightly attached especially when one of them was attached via his butt with a cock up his hinder just a humping away!

Zoe Lovell was growing in popularity among residents of Decker's Corner as a "healer" lady and midwife. Money was scarce for doctor visits, plus most doctors were reluctant to come to Decker's Corner for a house call. There were a couple who would make the trip when summoned hoping they might get paid when they finished ministering to the sick. It may not have been in money but fresh eggs, garden produce, or a chicken but they earned more in loyalty. These two doctors knew how to keep their mouths shut concerning what they did or saw and the residents of Decker's Corner knew it and respected them for it. Woe be to the person who might speak disparagingly or treat those two doctors with less than proper dignity and behavior. Someone from Decker's Corner just might appear some night or meet them on the street for a "visit' and "discussion" concerning their behavior.

They were especially happy to have Zoe practice her "healing arts" on the residents since she knew when and when not to call them in. As a result, they kept her supplied with simple medications such as aspirin and other items. Birthing babies was something Zoe was very good at and as a result did most of it in the community.

 

On a hot, early August day, with the portends of rainy weather looming, according to Dorothea and Zoe, both relying on "weather signs" such as wind directions, the colors of sunrises and sunsets, and "a feelin' in my bones," gave necessary cautions to the boys delivering food and other items. Of course, Zoe also relied on her barometer, now falling slowly, but not indicating a "real storm" but just a "garden" variety rain. Joshua and his crew set off on a short trip while Isaiah and his mates, after stopping at Zoe's house, were engaged in a longer journey some five or six miles from home.

Isaiah, with Peanut trotting right along with the vigor of youth, although he was not still a colt, and his companions made all of their close deliveries before embarking on the longer journey some three miles beyond the last stop, to the farm owned by a Mr. William Joseph Conley, a single man living alone and doing so the past fifteen years or so.

According to Zoe, with whom he'd consulted several times for various aches and pains, his most recent visit brought her to prepare some special ointment to rub on aching joints to help relieve his pain and increase his mobility, a bottle of aspirin, and some powders to mix with water and take before bedtime if he had difficulty in sleeping.

"So, Gio," Isaiah inquired interrupting the blowjob Stephen was giving to Gio as they sat in the bouncing cart behind Isaiah, "what do we know about this Mr. Conley? I haven't heard anything at home about him."

"Not much," Gio admitted, "I know he lives alone."

"We know that!" sputtered Stephen, pulling off of Gio's cock with a slurp.

Gio frowned, displeased with the halt in the suction and tingling feeling smooth lips and a delicate tongue was administering to his boy-spike, before responding.

"According to Uncle Freddy, he lives in a fairly nice house on the family farm, named Ravenwood, with about two hundred forty acres, where he was raised, his partner on the farm died about fifteen years ago, and seems not to be hurting for cash, although most people are not certain how or where he earned it."

"Why's the farm named Ravenwood?" Isaiah asked, wanting to satisfy his curiosity wondering why someone would name a farm.

"Grandma says Conley's mother was English and that was the name of her parent's place. Evidently, she had boodles of money."

Gio paused a moment, sorting out what to say next while stroking his erection, waiting patiently for Stephen to take up where he left off,

"Uncle Freddy says he really likes boys!"

"Who doesn't?" countered Stephen.

"No, he really likes boys, naked ones!"

"Oh!" grinned Stephen, "Like this?" and cupped his crotch.

"Yeah, like that!" answered Gio waggling his eyebrows. "Uncle Freddy says when he was younger, he'd make an occasional trip to the farm where Conley and his partner would take him front and back," motioning at Stephen to finish what he'd started.

"And," Gio added as sort of an afterthought as Stephen's mouth enveloped his cock, "they call him stiffy. Don't know why though. `Pose we'll find out."

The not too distant sound of thunder rumbled closer than they wished, indicating rain was close. Isaiah trotted Peanut up to the porch where Mr. Conley, clad only in his boxer undershorts, was lounging on a porch swing.

"Head your critter toward the barn," Conley shouted, "before the rain starts and gets your asses wet."

Gio climbed out, gathered up the box of food and medicine, and headed up the stairs, seeking shelter from the coming storm, while Isaiah and Stephen drove the cart to the barn. After getting Peanut settled with some hay and water, they ran toward the house. They hit the steps and bounded up under the roof just as the clouds poured out a deluge of rain. On the porch, they encountered Gio, on shoulder strap hanging down giving anyone who looked or cared evidence of his nudity under the bib overalls. Conley was standing in front of him, naked except for his undershorts and the long, well-formed uncut man-cock hanging languorously out from the fly as if awaiting the bugle call to come to attention and salute.

Conley smiled, wiggled his hand down the front of Gio's overalls a little further, commenting, "My, my. What a beauty!" before greeting Stephen and Isaiah.

"Hello, you gorgeous young Adonis's. I was about to see what he had in the box you brought, but became distracted momentarily."

It was obvious from the smile on Gio's face and the way Conley's hand was moving beneath the denim of his overalls, Conley's curiosity extended to a fondling and jacking of by the object, a smooth, hard spike of boy cock, he was happily distracted!

Gio's eyes, although glowing from the sensation, as well as now Stephen's and Isaiah's, were focused on, hanging freely from the fly of Conley's boxer underwear, the older man's flaccid uncut, relatively long and thicker than average, piece of man-meat, the head covered by a nicely formed and smooth foreskin. The entirety of the object of their fixation and active imagination, brought Stephen and Isaiah to instant, throbbing erections wobbling and jiggling as Conley said, in response to Gio announcing, with a gulp, swallow, and a slight push forward,

"I think you'll find we brought some special treats, along with the stuff in the box."

"I'm certain you did and I know I will enjoy them all, but let's go inside where we will remain relatively dry and will be a bit more private. I can hardly wait to sample what the three of you brought for me and, in return, reward you in the pleasures of giving as well as receiving," pulling his hand free of Gio's cock and the confines of his overalls.

"I'll get the box," Stephen volunteered, stepping forward to pick it up. Bending over he found himself in proximity of the fleshy appendage; less than a cock length away. Conley shifted his hips just enough to allow his smooth lick-sickle to brush the side of Stephen's face.

"Oh, god!" Stephen sighed, resisting the temptation to either give a swipe with his tongue or to take it into his mouth.

Hearing the boy's comment, Conley reached down, placing his hand on Stephen's head, slid it down to cup the lad's chin and raise it to expose his face, whistled, "Aren't you just the pretty one?", before removing his hand from Stephen's chin to his back, where Conley slid it down inside the overalls covering naked flesh, down the back until it encountered a very small, smooth set of butt-cheeks, and the treasure in-between. One finger tickled the small rosebud before just barely slipping inside.

"He's putting his finger in Stephen's butt-hole," whispered Gio to Isaiah.

"Yeah!" grinned Isaiah, "and he has nine more he could put to use as well."

Conley sighed, removed his hand and with a wave for the boys to follow him, turned and walked into the house.

"God, I think we're going to get lucky!" smiled Gio to Isaiah.

Stephen set the box on the kitchen table while Isaiah stepped forward to explain what was in it

"Mr. Conley," he began, "Grandma Watts and Momma ..."

"And you are?

"Isaiah Watts and," pointing at Stephen, "the one you thought was pretty is my cousin Stephen and," pointing at Gio, "this is Gio Russo, my boyfriend."

"Now," he continued, hoping not to be interrupted or distracted, too much, by the growing erection sprouting from Conley's boxers, "there's a loaf of fresh bread, two small cantaloupes, some canned chicken Momma thought you might like, a dozen eggs, and a small jar of strawberry jam. Grandma Lovell sent some medicines for you too. She put the directions in here too."

"Well, please thank them for me and," motioning Isaiah to come forward, "come closer so I might see what a big boy you are."

Conley wasn't a bit bashful or unconcerned concerning his actions when Isaiah came closer, still fixated on the now twitching cock Conley sported, and slipped his hand down the front of Isaiah's overalls. He encountered bare flesh as he moved down past Isaiah's stomach until he encountered the thong and sheath used to carry Isaiah's knife.

He ran his hand and his fingers up the sheath and over the hilt, commenting "I'll bet you're pretty good with this," tapping the knife carefully, "probably good enough to slit a man's throat."

Isaiah's mouth opened to say something, but he just nodded instead as Conley moved his hand further down and cupped his balls and fingered his cock.

"And I'll bet you're pretty good with this too!"

Watching the boy's reactions as he fondled Isaiah, Conley knew he had a trio of players who would, with little encouragement, offer themselves for his and their pleasure.

"Why don't you boys shed those clothes so I can see what's on the dinner table?"

Smiling, Gio countered, "Only if you do the same so we can see all of who will be having lunch and the size of his fork."

"Well said, young Gio. So much like your uncle and hopefully, just as delectable as he was and probably still is."

Conley dropped his shorts, now standing just as naked as the three prepubescent boys.

"I hope," Isaiah cautioned, "you're old enough to know to keep your mouth shut about this."

"Oh, I'm old enough and won't tell a soul, but I'll not be keeping my mouth shut," the older man said, licking his lips as he scanned and viewed closely the three very erect young cocks sprouting out from the hairless, smooth crotches. He did notice Isaiah had the bigger of the three penises with Stephen smaller, but not too small. Just right for sucking and an ass just right for fucking.

"Wow!" Gio exclaimed, "You've got set of really low hangers!"

"Indeed, they are," Conley acknowledged. His balls, encased in a loose, smooth scrotum sac, were larger than walnuts and sort of swung back and forth as he moved.

He smiled at the sight of the admiring eyes, eyes wide and expressive, knowing minds were filled with wonder how it would feel in their mouths, to touch it, and, hopefully, embedded in their soft, hot assholes.

"Please, boys," he asked softly, "step closer so I may not only feast my eyes on your beauty, touch your delicate smooth bodies, and taste those sweet candy canes calling for attention, and those delicate sugar, sweet orbs tucked up underneath them."

The three boys couldn't move fast enough to get close enough to Conley so, with a simple and slight tip of his head, he could easily lick or suck to his heart's desire.

"I've made a lot of money over the years with such beautiful boys as you, but there's no need to now, only to enjoy the banquet set before me, now and with return visits, in the future for years to come."

Conley, after sucking each of the boys, fondled, caressed, and titillated the naked Stephen, asking, as way of invitation, "Stephen, why don't you be the first to take a ride on the Tickle Pickle?"

 

Two hours later, the rain now stopped, Isaiah was driving Peanut toward home. Gio and Stephen sort of lounged behind him in the donkey cart. Stephen was squirming, trying to get comfortable after an erotically charged and stimulating sexually active afternoon in which Gio and Isaiah were active participants as they interacted with and were pleasured by Conley.

"Little uncomfortable, Stephen," Gio teased, laughing softly.

"You would be too," complained Stephen, "if you'd been twice fucked by Conley's cock! He might be over sixty years old, but his cock is as hard as a colt, can fuck for what seems forever, and his balls are filled with seed!"

"You got that right! He didn't unload his nuts the first time when you mounted and rode the Tickle Pickle, as he called that wonderful tool of his, or into Isaiah or me. No, he waited until he could slow-fuck you and shoot his load up your ass and in deep."

"I suppose," Gio continued, "you'd probably not want to visit him again, right?'

"Wanna' bet?"

The End- Volume One

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