Private Journal of Isaiah Watts Chapter 8-9

The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts

Volume One

Chapter Eight

The Early Years

"A week after the auction, Gio came to visit. I learned he'd been held back a year in school because of his language, the old county superintendent of schools spoke German like the Mayor of Leipzig, and if bitten by a rattlesnake, which there were plenty in the lowland timber, someone has to such the venom out. I think that was just an excuse for him to use in order to such my cock."

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)

"Uncle who?"

"Uncle Knuckle-fucker – my Uncle Freddy. He's my ma's brother. The other guy is my Grandpa Russo, Agostino, but people call him August."

"Okay, now, why do you call your Uncle Freddy, Uncle Knuckle-fucker?"

"Well, I'm the only one who does and not very often. He gets a little touchy about it sometimes. Uncle Freddy was in the county poky for a couple of years before I was born. Said he learned a lot while there. When nothing or no one else was available and he was horny, he – you know," made a fist with his right hand, held it in front of his crotch, and pumped it up and down several times.

"He learned that in the county jail?" Isaiah asked dumbfounded. "Hell, I knew that before I was even five. The older boys taught me."

"Yeah," piped up Joshua, "and Isaiah taught me."

"Nah, he knew how. He taught me. Said he learned to never take a shower when more than a couple of guys were in there."

"Why?"

"Claims his asshole would be sore for a couple days afterwards," Gio chortled, mimicking a bowlegged walk and with a hand over his ass about where his pucker packet would be.

Before Isaiah could ask any more, David waved them over to join him. "These are my two oldest, Isaiah and Joshua. I have three more at home; Thomas, age four, Jerome, age two, and Gideon about three months old."

"Boys," he continued, "this is Fred Russo and his dad Agostino Russo. They live up the road from us about a mile. I went to school with Fred."

The boys made their polite greetings and stepped behind their dad.

"Auggie, Freddy, I need some help loading the wagon. I'd be obliged if you'd give me a hand. I'd pay if you would."

"No pay," Agostino declared in a lightly accented voice. "Your momma keep us supplied with milk, for him," pointing at Gio, "and butter and cream for Grandma and me. Just plow the garden like your brothers do for us every spring, okay? Neighbors help neighbors."

It didn't take long for the three men to load the safe and the refrigerator in the wagon. Isaiah and Joshua clambered up on the wagon seat and with a snap of the reins, David headed them home. Isaiah looked over his shoulder toward Gio and saw him smile and wave. Isaiah returned the wave and smile, watching Gio lick his lips as if preparing to enjoy a snack, large or small. Isaiah nearly sputtered a laugh when Gio clenched a fist in front of his crotch and pumped it up and down.

Joseph and Zachary helped unload the safe and put it in David and Claire's bedroom closet. The refrigerator was put in the kitchen next to an outside wall, but Joseph declared it couldn't be used until he fashioned a vent and stack outside for it. The beds and dressers were moved to the "spare" bedroom, now the "boys" room, and Isaiah, Joshua, and Thomas moved in.

Isaiah occasionally thought of Gio during the next week, but he was so busy doing chores and learning about farm life, the only real time he thought of him was when he had his pecker in his hand taking a leak or in bed, after Joshua was asleep. It didn't take much for him, pumping on his cock, to pleasure himself and get the "shivers" as he referred to his climax. Gio wasn't the most good-looking boy he'd ever seen but he was ruggedly handsome, he thought and that was just fine. He appeared to be smart, self-assured, and able to hold his own.

Bigger than me, Isaiah thought, so he'd be a good friend to have during the summer when school was out and even better in the fall when school started. Other kids sometimes teased him about his game leg and limp. He'd never attended a public school. He was taught to read, write, and do arithmetic by his mother, grandmother, and father. None of the kids in camp went to school, but his parents insisted he get an education, one way or the other.

"Can't do much in this world without it," David declared.

Going to school, encountering other boys who'd think because he was crippled and small, he'd be easy prey, might prove more than interesting, especially if he pulled a knife on one and threatened to cut his balls off, Isaiah thought. "I wonder what a teacher would do then?"

If Isaiah didn't think of Gio very often, just the opposite was true for Gio thinking about Isaiah. He couldn't seem to get the new kid out of his mind. He wondered how Isaiah got the bum leg, how old was he, where had they lived before, would he go to school in the fall and be in his grade, and how big was his cock? Gio really didn't care since he thought Isaiah was the cutest boy he'd ever laid eyes on and he wanted him badly.

"I wonder if he likes to fuck," Gio thought, "just like Uncle Freddy does me a couple of times per week?"

The next Saturday after the auction, chores all done, he announced he was going to walk down to the Watt's farm.

"Want to get better acquainted with David's oldest?" his grandmother Sabrina asked in German. She spoke English relatively well, but often used German or Italian which Agostino spoke, when speaking to Gio. She wanted him to read, write, and speak German, Italian, and English. She felt it was a blessing and a skill few people would have and would benefit him someday. Gio was smart and spoke both languages like a native.

"It's good to have someone your own age to play with," his grandfather advised, in English.

That's exactly what Gio hoped for. Not that Uncle Freddy wasn't fun to play with, but usually he'd just suck Gio, roll him over on his belly, lick his asshole, and fuck him until he squirted his juice up his butt, and then fall asleep.

"I want more than that," Gio thought, "I'm looking for a friend."

He wanted a friend, a real friend, who he could pal around with; one that didn't give a shit his uncle was an ex-con and fucked him on a regular basis, or he was a bastard being raised by his grandparents; someone he could hunt and fish with, or just do nothing with; someone he could tell things to and know it'd never be repeated and; someone who wasn't afraid of nothing or nobody. The way Isaiah pulled the knife on him, slid it into his bibs, and tickled the spot where his crotch hairs would grow someday, made him believe Isaiah Watts is someone he could trust and really wanted him for a friend. Of course, a little sex play wouldn't be bad either!

The more he thought on it, the less convinced he became the main thing he wanted from Isaiah so badly was sex. It was something else entirely, but he couldn't quite identify it. It, this thing, was something he'd never experienced outside of his immediate family in his eight years of existence. He'd never known his mother or even seen her so he couldn't think it'd be like that. It was more like the way he felt when Grandma gave him a hug, called him her precious sweet boy, and said how much she loved him. Or, when he'd cuddle up next to her or Grandpa on a cold winter's night sipping a hot chocolate and eating cookie and hear them tell him how important he was in their life.

It was like when Grandpa sat with him while he did his school work, encouraging him, helping him when he needed it, or played cards with him, showing him how successful card players, especially poker players, could win more times than lose, or taught him how locks worked, and what was a fake gem stone and what was a real one. Grandpa's background as a jeweler before he settled in Decker's Corner helped while hugging him tight and telling him how well he did.

It was like when Uncle Freddy took him hunting and praised him for a good shot at a rabbit, squirrel, pheasant, quail, or duck and bragged to anyone who'd listen what a great shot and hunter his nephew was or when Uncle Freddy took him to the city to help him do some business.

Oh, his family wasn't perfect, they had their secrets. Of course, almost everyone in Decker's Corner had secrets the outside world had no business knowing! Some of those secrets could put people in jail or get them killed. But his family loved him, trusted him, and protected him and he loved them for being there for him, no matter what he did.

It wasn't just sex he wanted with Isaiah Watts, much more like friendship, the type of friendship that's indestructible, the kind no one or any deed could destroy. But, did Isaiah want that as well? He'd soon find out and either be rewarded or disappointed.

It was a warm day, the last Saturday in April, warm enough for only a tee-shirt under his bib overalls, sans underwear as usual. Popping his baseball cap on his head, his trusty sling shot in a back pocket, and a generous supply of ball bearings in a front pocket, Gio started down the road to Isaiah Watt's house.

Isaiah was just returning from the spring house after putting a cream can there to keep cool. His grandmother was going to churn butter later on in the day with the cream accumulated over several days of milking. Really not paying attention to anything, just sort of sauntering toward the house, he heard the "thwack" of something hitting either the barn or a tree although it didn't sound like the barn. Looking around, he saw someone walking toward him. It didn't take but a second to identify the smiling face and easy gait of Gio Russo.

"Hey!" Isaiah said, smiling his greeting.

"Hey, yourself!"

"Been wondering when I'd see you again."

"Did you want to?"

"Yeah," responded Isaiah softly.

"Me too! What'cha up to?"

"About three foot ten inches and forty-five pounds or so. How `bout you?"

"Smart ass! If you insist, about four foot two and sixty pounds of raw steel and swinging meat."

"Hah!"

"Come on, Isaiah, where are you headed?"

"To the house to see if I could help, but now I'm going to ask if I can play with you instead."

"Play or – play?"

"Smart ass!"

Both boys giggled and laughed as they walked to the house, their banter slowing as they went inside.

"Momma," Isaiah said addressing his mother, "this is my new friend Gio Russo from up the road."

Claire smiled and nodded, "Nice to meet you Gio, but you'll have to excuse me, right now I have my hands full. Isaiah's little brother, Gideon decided it was time for a snack."

She did have her hands full, Gio thought, not only her hands full of baby, but the baby had his mouth full of her left teat, small hand manipulating, squeezing at the bare breast, his lips locked around the swollen nipple, mouth and throat working as he nursed. Her other breast was barely covered as well. It was a sight Gio never saw before. Sure, he'd seen pictures of lady's tits before, but never up this close Never, he thought, had he seen such an erotic sight such as this, other than a man or boy's cock. Not that he wanted to suckle at her breast, but the thought of sucking, nursing, wrapping his lips around something lower, say on Isaiah, or Isaiah doing the same for him, made him hard as a rock!

Isaiah's mother didn't seem to be embarrassed he noticed, nor did Isaiah or his grandmother. In fact, they seemed to take it as something one might see every day. He didn't doubt they did.

Gio sort of gurgled out a "Hi, Mrs. Watts," in returning the greeting. His attention and eyes were diverted when Dorothea welcomed him.

"Hi, Gio. Been a while since you came for a visit. Bet schools kept you occupied?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Would you like a cookie? They're hot from the oven and begging to be eaten. I've been feeding young Jerome cookies and milk. He's having a hard time weaning himself from his Momma. Because there's two faucets available he can't understand why he can't have the other one to nurse on as well."

Gio didn't know whether to laugh or not, but when Isaiah did, he joined in, adding, "If that was the case, cows would have four calves at a time."

"Momma," Isaiah asked, "Can I go out and play with Gio? Joshua is with Daddy, unless there's something else you want me to do?"

"No, you enjoy your friend; it's nice to have someone your own age to play with, so go ahead."

"Gio," Dorothea said, "I'll have some fresh butter in the morning and some milk. If Isaiah brings it over, do you suppose your Grandma could trade for some honey? Those bees of hers produced well last year and I thought she might have some left."

Gio grinned, nodded he understood, looked at Isaiah, knowing what she intended, answered, "I'm sure she does."

Isaiah gave his mother a quick kiss, grabbed a cookie for himself and another for Gio before heading outdoors and down the steps to the yard. Both boys giggled over the prospect of being able to see each other again the next day, and walked slowly toward the barn.

"So, what do you want to do?" Isaiah inquired shyly.

Gio didn't respond with what he really wanted to do, so just sort of shrugged, pulled his slingshot from his pocket, picked up a small stone, placed it in the pouch, pulled back, and fired the rock at a pigeon on the barn roof. Feathers flew, but the bird didn't drop and flew away minus a couple of tail feathers.

"If I'd used a ball bearing, I'd a killed that feathered fucker!" he announced to a very surprised Isaiah, amazed at his new friend's skill.

"Then what?"

"I'd a skinned it, gutted it, and Grandma would have cooked it."

"Why the slingshot?"

"Cause Grandpa Russo won't let me carry a gun when I'm alone, only with him or Uncle Freddy. I got a .22 rifle and a .410 shotgun to use then. How about you?"

"Knife only."

"Boy, do I know that. I thought you were going to cut my cock!"

"Don't be silly," Isaiah giggled, "wouldn't want to spoil your fun or hurt your hand's best friend."

Both boys slapped their sides and howled their laughter! They talked as they walked, investigating, commenting on this, that, or the other or just saying nothing in general. Both leaned over the fence, peering into the hog yard, watching the pigs snuffle and grunt, poking their noses into the mud; the piglets scampering after the old sows, trying to latch on to a teat.

"Nice litters of little pigs," Gio commented.

"I guess so," Isaiah replied, "never raised pigs before. Besides, pig shit stinks."

"So do my farts," snickered Gio.

"I'll bet not this bad," Isaiah snorted back, holding his nose.

"So do chickens," Gio added, pointing at the chicken yard. "Hate to clean the chicken house; you smell like chicken shit for a week."

"Ever wonder how a chicken gets that big egg out such a small hole?" Isaiah pondered.

"Nope, must have a stretchy asshole; no different than when Uncle Freddy stuffs his stiff dick up my small ass."

"He does?"

"Yep."

"Often?"

"Maybe once a week or so."

"Really?"

"Yep!"

"Hurt?"

"Not anymore. Did like hell the first couple of times though."

"How long?"

"About six inches or so, I think."

"No, you diddle-head! How long as he been fucking you?"

"Maybe a year, ever since I turned eight."

"You eight years old?"

"That's what I said, didn't I?'

Isaiah's chin sort of dropped in apparent disappointment.

"So?" asked Gio.

"It means you'll be a year ahead of me in school and I was sort of hopin' we'd be in the same grade."

"Nope!"

"Nope, what?"

"Be in the same grade."

"Why?"

"Got held back."

"Why?"

"First day of school the county superintendent visited our one room school house. Said a few words to all the kids and then announced he wanted to meet the new first graders while the others started on their lessons. Teacher has all eight grades in one room. The older kids sit to the back while the young ones sit closer to the front. Anyway, each first grader, I remember there was about four of us, were supposed to meet with him in the coatroom near the door. He waved me in first, talked a bit, and the horny old fucker decided he wanted to stick his hand in my pants, claiming he wanted to see if I was `old enough to attend school.'"

"I really didn't want him to fuss with my dick or pucker, `cause he was old and had a fat gut hanging over his belt. Uncle Freddy told me to watch out for `old peanut dick.'"

"Peanut dick?"

"Yeah, Uncle Freddy said the old bastard's dick was about the size of peanut."

"Soft or hard?"

"Hard, I guess. Anyway, I ran out of the room, turned around and called him a dirty, fat mother-fucker in German. Figured he wouldn't know what I said."

"So?"

"How the hell should I know he spoke German like the mayor of Leipzig? Any way he told Grandpa to hold me back until I learned to behave and quit using swear words."

"So, what grade you gonna be in next year, Gio?"

"Second."

"Me too, I think. Daddy says he won't take any less since he thinks I'm a good student. Do you think that old fat Superintendent will let me start in second?"

"Don't worry about him."

"Why?"

"Dead."

"How?"

"'pears he was fuckin' some twelve-year old girl; didn't even have hair on her snatch yet. Died, mid-fuck!"

"Wow!"

"Yeah; poor girl didn't know what to do, so she just slithered out from under his fat belly, pulled up her panties, and went home."

"What'd she do then?"

"Ate supper. It was that time of the day."

"No, about the dead guy."

"Nothing. He wasn't related so someone else had to bury him."

"No, dip shit; about him fucking her and dying."

"I suppose pray he didn't knock her up and leave the baby fatherless."

Isaiah sighed, Gio looked at him and shrugged. "Honest to God, Isaiah, I don't know. You don't just up and ask when you're snoopin' on adults talking do you?"

"I guess not, but if his dick was so little and his belly so fat, how did he get it in her?"

"Lined it up best he could and with a pile driving ass, pushed it in. I really don't know. Personally, I don't think I want to fuck a girl."

"Me neither."

Gio purposely slowed his pace as they walked to allow Isaiah to continue by his side. He'd noticed Isaiah's limp the first day he saw him and noticed it even more now as Isaiah tired and the limp became more noticeable. Yet, he heard no protest to slow down or complaints of pain from Isaiah. Gio wasn't about to embarrass his new friend by asking him if he needed a break. No, Gio didn't want to lose Isaiah as a friend. In the brief time he'd known him, he knew Isaiah was the type of friend he wanted and needed. He enjoyed the company and wanted it to continue and, by listening and watching him he thought Isaiah was enjoying his company as well.

They were two young boys, each seeking and not finding until now, someone with similar interests, likes and dislikes on the same level, and if Gio was correct in what he observed, Isaiah liked boys as much as he did. They were two misfits in a small portion of society filled with other misfits at all age levels and degrees of peculiarity, criminality, and perversion. This world, this micro-culture was familiar to them, but not to the outside world except Decker's Corner residents, was avoided and tolerated in order to avoid trouble being brought down upon them if the outside world didn't.

Both boys were smart, quick, one partially crippled with a distinct limp and the other a bastard whose mother abandoned him to be raised by his grandparents. Both had secrets they were not ready to divulge to the other, just yet.

At the end of the fenced in pasture, well past the barn and house, a small narrow lane, beginning at the edge of a large timbered area, led down a hill through the trees toward the river bottoms.

"Where's that road go?" Isaiah inquired, hoping Gio would know.

"Down to the river, through the woods. Joseph and Zachary have kind of a boat landing down there. They keep a flat boat down there in the summer and fall."

"For fishing?'

"Yeah, and hunting. There are potholes and sloughs, plus a way into the main river from the slough. In the fall this whole area is loaded with ducks going south. You can shoot squirrels, rabbits, and other stuff down there as well. Uncle Freddy said he and your dad used to hunt and trap down there. He said they'd get muskrat, beaver, raccoons, mink, and sometimes otter."

"What'd they do with them?"

"Sold the hides and ate some of them, especially the raccoons and beaver."

"Can we go down there?"

Gio hesitated, wondering if the road might be too rough or steep for Isaiah's leg to stand it.

"Gio," Isaiah pleaded softly, "Don't think `cause I'm a cripple I can't do things `cause I can." He didn't want his new friend to hesitate doing or showing him things because he pitied him. That was the last thing he wanted! While in the Lovell Camp the other boys accepted his condition and also expected him to keep up the best he could. They didn't ridicule or humiliate him because of it.

Gio nodded his head slowly, understanding Isaiah was telling him not to worry about him, but Gio did. "I just don't want to see you hurtin' `cause when you hurt, I think I hurt too."

Isaiah put his arms around Gio, hugged him tightly, and answered, "Don't worry, I promise I'll let you know if I do. You won't do anything to hurt me; I know that."

It was all the reassurance Gio needed. "So, Isaiah, you got a broken spoke, flat tire, or what?"

"You mean my bum leg?"

"I wasn't talking about your dick, so yeah."

"I was born with it so I'm pretty used to it now. Usually, when it hurts or at night before I go to bed, Daddy massages some liniment we get from Grandma Lovell, that's my other grandma, and it makes it feel better. I also have some exercises I do to help strengthen. I suppose I'd limp a lot more if Grandma Lovell hadn't taken charge of getting me healed up. The limp bothers other people more than me, but there are days it hurts like shit."

"How about now?"

"Oh, some, but it won't stop me from asking if we can walk down this road to the river."

"Probably not since I'm going to carry you until you get rested."

"You can't, Gio. I'm too heavy."

"Want a bet?"

Before Isaiah could react, Gio squatted down, patted his back, and said, "Put your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

Isaiah, with some hesitation, but with confidence, did as Gio told him to. Gio slipped his hands behind his back, cupped Isaiah's small butt cheeks in his hands to secure him to his own body, and stood up.

"See, told you so."

"We gonna go down the road now?"

"Probably only part way. The river is on the rise from flood waters up north and I think the bottoms are probably being covered with water. Besides, don't want to get snake bit."

"Snake bit?"

"Yep, rattlesnakes live down in there and when the water comes up, they head for higher ground. They're nasty fuckers! Uncle Freddy says if you get bit you have to make a cut and suck the poison out."

"What if it bites you on the ass?"

"You find out who your friends are!"

"How about if you're taking a leak?"

"Then you'll die with a smile on your face with my lips wrapped around your dick!"

They laughed and Isaiah wiggled around on Gio's back getting more comfortable on his back. Gio stopped about one hundred yards down the narrow dirt road and stopped. The river was up and was flooding the low parts of the bottoms and was across the road for a short distance in front of them.

Isaiah rested his head on Gio's right shoulder, enjoying the comfort and closeness of the other boy. He sighed and hugged Gio just a little tighter his face resting against Gio's cheek.

"You smell good, Gio."

Gio turned his face just a bit so his nose sort of rubbed Isaiah's cheek.

"You do too."

They stood there, savoring each other's closeness and unique scents, content to be next to each other, feeling comfortable, secure, and warm in each other body's heat, giving them both very stiff, throbbing pre-adolescent penises. Their solitude, the pleasures of the moment, was interrupted when Isaiah hissed, "Something is swimming, slithering, on the water coming toward us."

"We're out of here," snorted Gio. "It's a fucking snake!"

"Want me to get down and take a leak?"

Isaiah giggled at Gio's response. "Maybe later, not now," as he hustled both of them up the hill away from the water and toward the house. Isaiah just held on, head still resting on Gio's shoulder, bobbing up and down slightly while Gio carried him up the hill.

Gio stopped, breathing a little hard from the light, but so scrumptious burden he carried on his back, where the lane began, near the pasture. Holding Isaiah on his back, he again rested his face up against Isaiah's and Isaiah was making no effort to either pull his own face away or get down off of his back.

Taking a chance, while both seemed comfortable with their closeness, Gio said softly, tenderly, "I really, really like you Isaiah."

Isaiah quietly accepted the spoken affection, but remained silent for a moment or two as if pondering how he should respond to the words. He was conflicted since he was uncertain if Gio might not change his mind when he knew of his heritage, his ethnicity, his culture, and some of the other family secrets such as his skill as a pick pocket, learned from his mother who was more than just skilled, or how his Daddy and some of the other family members earned their money. His daddy just didn't trade in horse flesh.

Gio felt Isaiah take a deep breath and sort of held his own.

"I feel the same way, Gio, toward you, but you may change your mind. I'm part Romanichal and you're gaje."

"What?"

"You know, Roma, American Traveler, Gypsy."

"Okay what's this `gaje' or whatever?"

"I'm American Gypsy or traveler and you're white. Some people don't like us, chase us from areas where we go, beat up on us, and other stuff."

"Better not while I'm around, besides, Isaiah, look at me!"

Isaiah tilted his head, his nose slightly brushing Gio's cheek. What he saw was his new friend, good looking, warm, gentle, and fun to be with. Gio's dark eyes melted him in some parts and steeled him in one other part below his waist.

"I'm a bastard, Isaiah, whose mother didn't want him so she gave me to my grandparents to raise. I'm a throw away kid, part German, part Italian, and who the hell knows what else. From what Uncle Freddy tells me, my mother, whom I've never met, lifted her skirt and spread her legs for anything with a cock and fucked her brains out. I've been held back a year because I swear, my uncle's an ex-con who fucks me regularly and I love it, and right now I'd love to fuck you as well. So, what does that make me?"

"So?"

"Well, Isaiah, I figure that makes us perfect for each other, that's what."

Isaiah nodded, understanding what was being said and he wasn't being rejected.

"I think you're right, Gio, although I don't know if it would be smart to fuck me right here, someone might see us but I want to get down."

"What if I don't want to put you down? What if I really like holding you on my back?"

"You just like playing with my butt. Only problem is, if you don't put me down, I'm going to piss all over your back."

Gio released his grip on Isaiah allowing him to slip to the ground. Isaiah quickly pulled his half stiff uncut cock from his overalls and began to piss. Gio decided he had to go as well, pulled his smaller dick out and let loose. Soon they were crossing streams and giggling as boys do, each trying to pee higher than the other.

Looking down at Isaiah's dick, Gio said with admiration, "You're bigger than me."

Isaiah tilted his head a little to get a better look at Gio's penis. "Yeah, but you should see my daddy's or my uncles'. They're huge!"

Gio licked his lips and looked down at Isaiah's prick. "Want me to save your life from being snake bit?"

"Just as soon as I quit pissing, then you can suck my eyeballs to my crotch."

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Chapter Nine

The Early Years

"My Grandfather Watts was supposed to get out of jail May 1. When he didn't show up by the fourth, Daddy figured he was gone for good and went to town with Uncle Zachary and Uncle Joseph to see a banker. Grandpa Watts showed up while they were gone. He tried to rape me and when Momma fought him so he wouldn't, he tried to rape her instead. I bashed him in the back of the head with a shovel. He was cremated and his ashes were tossed down the outhouse to mix with the rest of the shit. Daddy smiled very time he sat down to take a crap."

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)

Isaiah was going to add, "only if you let me save yours too."

He, and their mutual fellatio was interrupted before it began, by a shout from Joshua. Joshua saw them, shouted out Isaiah's name, and ran toward them. He slowed, grinning when he saw the taller boy with his brother.

"I saw you last week at the auction," he said to Gio.

"Yep," Gio replied, his stiffy deflating rapidly, but continued to drain the contents of his bladder. Isaiah's cock was deflating as well, dribbling the last remnants of his bladder. Disappointment was an understatement; both boys were definitely interested in tasting the other one.

"What'cha doin' Isaiah?" Joshua asked.

"Picking strawberries."

"You are not, you're pissing."

"I am?"

"Yeah, both your cocks are hanging out of your pants," Joshua giggled.

"Boy, is Grandma Watts ever going to be mad."

"Why?" Joshua asked perplexed why their grandmother would be mad because Isaiah and Gio were standing near the woods taking a leak.

"I promised her a quart of strawberries."

Amidst the roar of laughter, guffaws, and general hilarity, Joshua was able to announce their dad wanted to see Gio before he left for home and lunch would be ready when Uncle Zachary and Uncle Joseph came in from the fields.

"What time is it?" Gio inquired, suddenly aware he'd been with Isaiah for quite some time and morning seemed to have slipped by.

"About eleven, I think," Joshua replied, furrowing his brow in thought and uncertainty. "At least it was when I started out to find you guys."

"Better get goin' for home," Gio said, aware time indeed had slipped by. "Grandma will be wondering what happened to me."

All three headed toward the house and were stopped when David met them near the barn.

"Gio," David asked, "tell your Grandpa I have a couple of small pigs I'm willing to trade for a couple of items, okay?"

"What'cha lookin' for?"

"If your Uncle Freddy either has them or can get them for me, I'd like a 12ga. pump shotgun, a .22 caliber rifle, and a .410ga. shotgun. If he wants more than the two piglets, have him let me know."

Gio nodded, understanding the message he was to deliver, before turning to Isaiah, and softly said so David might not hear, "Can't wait `till tomorrow and we can see each other again." He said his goodbyes aloud, gave a wave as he trotted down the lane, and headed home on the main road.

"Boys," David said, "we need to have a talk," and led them to the tack room in the barn.

He seated them on a wooden box before beginning. "Next week is the first of May and your Grandfather Watts is supposed to be let out of jail and come home. You need to be careful around him. When he drinks, he does some rather nasty things."

Noticing the questioning expressions on their faces, he continued, "Momma, Grandma, and I decided you needed to know what he does and why I left home before I married your Momma."

Carefully, using words they'd understand, yet not mincing words and sprinkling his remarks with the vulgarity which often best describes certain situations, he related what life was like when Neville, their grandfather, was home; the beatings, the rapes, the pain, the humiliation, the lack of money since it was used for booze, and what David did to their grandfather the last time he tried to rape him.

Isaiah and Joshua's eyes grew large and mouths opened in disbelief when David described how he pinned his father's foot to the wooden barn floor with a pitch fork and threatened to the same to his balls if he ever tried raping any of his brothers again, especially the young ones, Joseph and Zachary.

"Were you the only one he raped?" Isaiah asked sadly, understanding the difference between consenting to be fucked or to fuck and being forced and raped. In his mind, since he was no stranger to fucking or being fucked, it was different and rape was something he or his friends in camp never tried doing if someone didn't want it. Even in their young minds it took a ready cock and a willing asshole.

"No; Uncle Benjamin and Uncle Darius, who you haven't met yet, were too. That's why I'm warning you. He particularly likes young boys and sometimes girls, depending what's available and how he feels. Never be alone with him, he's dangerous. If you ever are and he tries something, fight! Fight as hard as you can; stick him with your knives and run away, okay?"

Isaiah and Joshua understood only too well the dangers awaiting them if they weren't careful. At their young age, they were "street wise" having faced dangers before when "ga-je" attacked them verbally or sometimes physically when the camps moved or they were in crowds going about the "family business." Tough beyond what "normal" kids would be and clever with the learned ability to quickly discern who or when in any situation presented danger or was relatively safe. It was a skill Isaiah was especially good at when finding and plucking a "mark" with a fat purse or valuable piece of jewelry. Joshua, as Isaiah's "carry guy" was always wary, but learned to maintain an innocent look and demeanor after Isaiah handed off the booty.

More than once, both boys had been propositioned, had a quick fondle by strange men, and stares by some as they pissed behind tents or booths or in public restrooms. They'd seen other boys earning extra dollars letting men either play with them, suck their dicks, or being fucked. Life held few surprises for them in their young lives.

David sensed, watching their faces, his sons understood what might befall them if they weren't cautious. There were times he wished he could've shielded his sons from some of the dangers they'd faced and allow them to grow up innocent as small boys should, but their life style, heritage, ethnicity, and family situation and business just wouldn't allow it.

"Life is tough for young and old alike," he thought to himself. "I want them to be tough and survivors, but loving and compassionate as well." All he could do was to love them unconditionally, no matter what.

The next morning, Isaiah was looking forward to walking up to Gio's with the milk and butter for the Russo's and spending some time with Gio. He masked his disappointment when his dad announced he and Joshua would walk along with him.

"I have a couple of things I need to talk to Agostino about and Freddy as well."

Isaiah's time with Gio would be limited and shared with Joshua, but as he thought about it, keeping up with his dad and brother as they hiked down the road, it wouldn't be so bad. Joshua knew most of his secrets, participated in his shoplifting by being his "carry" when the worked the crowd, and they trusted each other. Trust was most important in their lives and key to their survival. It wouldn't be the first time Joshua saw his cock in someone else's mouth or vice-versa. Joshua participated, but somehow Isaiah felt he was more into girls than guys, even as young as he was.

Someday, Isaiah thought, he'd have to tell Gio how he helped the family make a living and how his mother was more skilled than he, but he wasn't certain he was ready to do that just yet.

Gio, Isaiah, and Joshua left the house to explore the Russo property while David visited with Agostino and Freddy. Unconcerned anyone might overhear, David launched into his main purpose for the visit.

"I've heard, around the edges and so has Joseph in his dealings with people seeking repairs on equipment or fashioning new parts, there are some properties, now abandoned, the bank holds the paper on and might like to be recompensed for even just a portion owed them, but can't find anyone because of the location and soil, with the dollars to make the purchases."

Agostino and Fred nodded their understanding for they too heard of the property. There were two pieces, located not far from them, eighty acres each with house, barn, and outbuildings. The properties were much like David's, containing some highland timber, lowland river bottoms, and about thirty to forty acres of tillable ground. Not the best and certainly not something the average farmer would purchase even if there was money available. Agostino had no desire to enter into any purchase venture, although he did have cousins in Chicago who had cash money available but he knew they weren't interested in any rural investments at the time.

"What are you proposing to do, David?" Agostino inquired, curious where this conversation was headed. If David proposed entering into a joint purchase venture, Agostino wanted no part of it. He understood little of real estate and less of farming. Oh, he understood how to manage his small parcel, with the buildings, house, garden, chickens, hog pen, and fruit trees they lived on, but he wasn't a farmer. The bee hives Sabrina kept provided some income for them, as did the furs Freddy obtained through trapping, but neither was the real source of his income. The grape vines supplied them with enough grapes for jelly and for wine; wine Agostino savored and loved, made by Sabrina and him, aged, and absolutely necessary with an evening meal.

His real source of income came as a result of his knowledge, skills, and connections. Agostino was an immigrant to this country from Italy and joined up with some cousins in Chicago. In the old country, he'd apprenticed to a jeweler and watch maker and was very adept at the trade. Additionally, he took an interest in locks and safes of all types and acquired a talent for repair and opening them. For recreation he played cards, poker specifically, and when playing, won, won a great deal. He cheated!

Agostino married Sabrina Hoskins, a second-generation German girl, in Chicago. She produced their first child just before she was sixteen years of age. Agostino was thirty at the time. Freddy, their last child, arrived just prior to coming to Decker's Corner. Sabrina had Fredrico when she was twenty-seven and he was forty-one. They left Chicago shortly thereafter. Agostino made a rather spectacular haul in a safe job and decided it was time to retire to the country, especially after he stabbed and killed the owner of the house. He kept his connections to his cousins in Chicago since they, and others, still utilized his expertise in valuing jewelry and offering valuable pieces for sale to them.

Agostino charged a fee for "fencing" jewels and had a ready list of individuals who would make purchases of fine pieces. Since the stock market crash and bank closures, the number of individuals who had the bucks to spend were fewer, but some of those who did, gained their wealth through other than legal means. He was sixty-seven years of age and had not many years left. He spent some time teaching Freddy how to open locks and what and where to look for valuables.

Freddy was okay, but the real pupil, Agostino found, was young Giovanni. Gio was a quick learner, adept at locks and safes, had a good eye for value, and nimble fingers at the card table. He still had much to learn since he was so young, but learn he would, of that Agostino was positive. Gio just might prove to be far superior to him and a person who would care for his grandparents once they were unable to care for themselves. Oh, the boy loved his uncle to fuck him and liked boys more than girls, but Agostino could accept that. At least he wouldn't be dropping off any little ones for Sabrina and him to raise like his daughter did with Gio.

Agostino still made periodic trips to various locations to sell items entrusted to him by people in need of cash. Over the years he'd stashed money away for a rainy day. It didn't rain he thought as he listened to David, it fucking poured a flood.

"I'm thinking of making a couple of purchases," David answered. "My two older brothers, Benjamin and Darius who, if the sounds of the last letters Ma received, will need places to live and feed themselves and their families. Darius is already without a job and fixing to come home and Ben claims his work place is going to close soon. If this current depression turns around and they don't want to continue to live there, then Joseph and Zachary can farm the land. If not, I have sons who will."

Agostino listened carefully, not commenting but evaluating what David was saying, pondering what he proposed. From what he knew of David's success, and it was very little knowledge he had to admit, in horse trading and his little raffle games he ran across the country as the Gypsy band traveled, he came to the conclusion David knew how to turn a buck and also how to keep his mouth shut. Agostino certainly knew of the situation at the Watt's farm and what David did to his own father when he tired of Neville fucking him and his two younger brothers.

It stopped Neville from butt-fucking his own sons, but it didn't keep other young boys safe. He was smart enough to plow his furrow in the large cities and stay clear of Decker's Corner's boys. Fucking one of the wrong ones here and he'd end up as fish food and nobody would've been the wiser outside of Decker's Corner. There were a couple who would've obliged, but they were Freddy's playmates and Freddy was dangerous. He could kill without a sign of remorse and hide the body well.

"How do you propose to pay for these farms, David, should you be so fortunate to purchase them?"

David reached into his pants pocket and brought forth a small velvet bag tied with a ribbon, opened it, and extracted a gold necklace with a ruby and diamond pendant attached. The center stone was a large red ruby and it was surrounded by small diamonds and rubies, all mounted in a gold setting. It was a striking piece of jewelry and the type only those with substantial wealth would own and wear. The necklace was designed so the pendant portion would hang just above the woman's breast cleavage, drawing attention to both the jewels and the breasts. Truly an elegant, superior piece of jewelry and easily marketable.

Agostino walked to his desk in the corner of the living room, gathered up a dark velvet cloth and a jeweler's loupe. He spread the cloth on a small table, pulled up a chair, attached the loupe to his right eye, and began a careful examination of the pendant and the jewels encrusting it. His examination was meticulous, careful, and thorough, obtained through years of practice and the assessment of many items.

He paused in his appraisal, not quite finished. "I assume, David, this is not a family heirloom, something held in high esteem by anyone in your family?"

"No, it isn't."

"Is it hot, something someone is seeking an immediate return and revenge for its departure?"

"No, in fact it should be rather cool by now."

David didn't reveal where he obtained the jeweled necklace and had no intention of doing so. It was one of the many pieces Claire obtained through her activities when they first married and David secreted away. Since the babies came a long, she didn't have the opportunity to do as much as she had before, but Isaiah was good and learning more as time went on. He didn't mind if Agostino found out Isaiah was a damned good "dipper" but he really didn't want to reveal his wife was better, so far.

The safe David bought was now the repository for the gold coin, paper money, and precious jewelry and gems he'd tucked away for use for them to live in the hard times. It was time he thought to convert to cash a piece or two of their stash to make certain purchases, specifically the two farms and one other piece of property he'd act on when it came up for sale.

"It's quite valuable," Agostino remarked carefully, holding the necklace up for the light to shine through it bringing out the flashing and sparkling of the jewels. "It should get a pretty nice price. Not as much as its actual value given the market now-a-days, but more than enough to make your farm purchases, less my fee of course."

"Of course," David acknowledged.

Agostino slipped the necklace back into the pouch and put it in his right front pocket. Freddy had been making more and more of the trips as Agostino aged, but seeking a buyer for this particular item was far too important and valuable for him to make. Instead, Freddy would accompany him, acting as his body guard, sawed-off double barrel shotgun concealed under his coat. Agostino would take no chances, cousins or not.

Searching his mind, he couldn't recall this particular piece or hearing of its theft. The previous owner must have acquired it overseas from a very private collection. The piece was quite old and worth several thousand on the underground market.

"I grow more curious, moment by moment, David, how this particular piece came into your possession?

David just smiled, noting only he'd had it a very long time, and changed the subject. "I am seeking some other items myself."

Nodding, Agostino quickly recognized he'd get no more from David, acknowledged he'd heard from Gio what David wanted.

"I understand, David, you also wish to purchase or trade for some guns, no?"

David nodded.

"For hunting or otherwise?"

"Both but mostly hunting. I have pistol I've carried for years, but a .22 cal. pistol would be nice along with the long guns."

Agostino nodded, raised his eyebrows to Freddy, who with a quick dip of his head, signaled there might be a possibility the order could be filled.

"A couple of pigs for the long guns is sufficient," Agostino agreed, "but a pistol might cost, maybe three dollars?"

"Agreed," David said, dug in his pocket and pulled out three dollars.

"Done is done," Agostino said and they shook hands.

Gio, Isaiah, and Joshua, before embarking on their exploratory trip about the Russo property, were invited by Sabrina Russo to enjoy some home-baked cookies when they returned. Gio showed Isaiah and Joshua to a small barn, empty hog pens waiting for the pigs forthcoming from Isaiah's dad, the chicken house ("they stink," according to Gio and the boys agreed), the small orchard with the bee hives, and grape vines growing on a long line of fence.

Next to the orchard was a small pasture with a short, fenced lane leading to the barn. "Sometimes we get a steer to fatten up for winter. Makes good eating," Gio said smacking his lips. As an after-thought he added, "We're having pheasant for dinner today. Got two of them with my slingshot on the way home."

By then Joshua was growing bored with the walking and talking and the temptation of fresh cookies was too much to keep him with Gio and Isaiah so announced he was returning to the house.

Gio and Isaiah stood watching the busy, buzzing activities of the bees entering and leaving the hives.

"If you're not careful and don't blow enough smoke into the hives when you take their honey or just generally piss them off, they'll sting the livin' shit out of you," Gio cautioned.

"Suppose you have to suck the venom out?" Isaiah asked with a very seductive and seeking smile.

"No, but I'd like to give your stinger a go," Gio declared, dropped to his knees, and motioned for Isaiah to drop his overalls so his cock would be available for a good lathering.

Isaiah quickly dropped the straps to his bibs allowing them to puddle around his ankles, his stiff boy dick pointing up at his belly-button, ready and twitching for Gio to have a "go" at it. Without hesitation, Gio leaned forward, put his hands around Isaiah's middle, holding the soft, yet firm butt cheeks now exposed, and sucked the full length of Isaiah's cock into his mouth until his nose encountered Isaiah's bare pubic area. He waggled his head back and forth trying to force more cock into his mouth before pulling back slightly and beginning to worship the beautifully shaped and smooth cock head now free from the overlapping foreskin with his mouth and tongue.

Gio was experienced at stimulating and sucking a cock, having done the same to Uncle Freddy on more than one occasion. This was much different however; not as big, not hairy, and wouldn't flood his mouth with white, sticky, hot cock-snot! No, this was Isaiah, the best-looking boy Gio ever saw and wanted. His lips kept the young foreskin slipped back, making the head available so his tongue could bathe, tickle, tantalize, and stimulate the precious, delicious boy-stick in his mouth. When he tried inserting the point of his tongue into the small piss slit, Isaiah groaned and raised up on his toes, demonstrating his pleasure at Gio's cock sucking.

Gio leaned back, loosing the cock, now dripping from his saliva, from his mouth.

"God, you're gorgeous," he said with a sigh of pleasure and admiration. He began to slowly fondle Isaiah's butt cheeks, kneading them, gently squeezing them, running his hands and finger over and between those tempting mounds. Leaving one hand on Isaiah's butt, he used the other to reach from the front under Isaiah's balls and slowly tickle Isaiah's young, tender portal to pleasure. Feeling it react to his ministrations, Gio quickly pulled it back and reached up to Isaiah's mouth.

"Suck and get it real wet!"

Isaiah did and Gio slid it back between his legs, touched his asshole again, and inserted the wet finger knuckle deep into his rectum where Gio twitched and tickled the immature love button inside. Bobbing his head faster and faster, his fingers touching, flicking inside Isaiah, he felt Isaiah's anal muscle tighten and felt him begin to shake as he climaxed. There was a just a little dribble of something shooting out of Isaiah's cock and to Gio it was sweeter than the honey produced by his grandmother's bees.

Isaiah, trying to recover from the intensity of his orgasm, leaned over Gio, his cock still held between Gio's lips, and gasped, "You can do that any time you want!"

Finally catching his breath, Isaiah backed up, reluctantly freeing his cock from the warm moist center of Gio's mouth, bent over and offered his ass to Gio, spreading his light brown cheeks, presenting his small, puckered rosebud for Gio to fuck.

Opportunity was not passed up by Gio, now or in the future, unless it was Isaiah going to fuck him. Quickly shedding his own bibs, allowing them to gather at his ankles and pulling his tee shirt off, explaining he wanted to be skin to skin with Isaiah, with a finger, lightly tickled the wrinkled portal to where a joyful pleasure awaited him, waddled forward, touched the head of his boy cock to the closed opening, and pushed gently forward. He felt the head of his cock enter through the outer ring of Isaiah's asshole, opening to receive him, buried himself to the hilt, feeling the warm, moist, tight sheath enclose his stiffness, massaging his throbbing pecker.

"Oh, my god," he moaned aloud; his pleasure echoed by Isaiah, leaned over Isaiah's back so his bare stomach and chest rested on Isaiah's bare back, lay his head alongside Isaiah's, nuzzled his neck, and kissed his lips as Isaiah's head turned toward him. Gio secured his arms and hands around Isaiah's front, using his hands to cup the small balls and fondle the now stiffening spike poking up from Isaiah's crotch, and fucked his lover with the passion, the ardor, and with the eagerness of first-time lovers.

It didn't take long until the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm began tingling its way into his balls and onto the sensitive head of his plunging cock. Try as he might, he couldn't prevent the cataclysmic cascade of pleasure as his boy cock tried and tried again to expel what was not yet there to fire out. His legs quivered, his ass cheeks clenched, his hips shot forward again and again, his breath came in gasps, until only the residual tingling and twitching of his stiff member, still being massaged by Isaiah's gut muscles, was all that remained, for now. Both boys felt grandly well fucked by the time they decided it was time to return to the house.

David stood in the Russo kitchen watching Isaiah and Gio scampering toward the house while Joshua contentedly, sitting at the kitchen table, munched on cookies. Isaiah clung to Gio's back, riding piggy-back, his head resting on Gio's shoulder, legs wrapped around Gio's middle, smile on his face, and holding on tight. Gio's hands were behind him holding Isaiah's butt to keep him in place, tee-shirt hanging askance from his rear pocket. Clearly both boys had enjoyed the "exploration" of the acreage. The exploration, David thought, involved more than just looking at the small farm. It was fine with him, Isaiah needed a friend, one who wouldn't only be a friend who cared not what he looked like or acts he committed, but a companion, a confident, and a willing sexual partner.

David and Freddy had been the same growing up. While David became interested in girls and forsake male to male sex and became interested in the female variety, Freddy never really lost his desire for young boys or young pre-teen girls should a young boy not be available and the girl was willing. The difference between Freddy and Neville, David's father, was quite simple. Freddy didn't pay for it, didn't beg for it, and didn't take what was not freely offered.

Freddy knew what Neville did to David since they really had no secrets between each other, knowing the secret was safe. David remembered one time, after an especially rough rape just before he left home, Freddy saying, "Just say the word and I'll kill the dirty mother-fucker."

Gio smiled, knowing without looking over his shoulder in the darkened bedroom, when he woke, feeling his bed sag with the weight of an additional person joining him, who it might be. The hot, blunt, smooth head of an erect adult penis, dripping with pre-cum as a lubricant, nudged his anal ring, seeking permission to enter his holy of holy's. He relaxed, pushed back slightly and the flared head passed through the anal ring and lodged inside, the muscles of his wrinkled rosebud clamping around the head below the sensitive glans, securing Uncle Freddy's cock into the warm, moist receptive sheath until it was buried to the hilt. The soft pubic hairs at the base of his uncle's cock tickled and rested on his smooth, firm, and velvety butt cheeks.

"God, I love this," Freddy murmured in Gio's ear, "and so do you."

Gio had to admit he did, but today he'd experienced a delightful sexual encounter with Isaiah, topping for the first time any boy, but today it was the most beautiful, desirous, and exquisite boy he'd ever seen and met or ever want to meet again. There might be others he would seek sexual satisfaction from in his life, but there'd be no other who'd hold his love as Isaiah Watts would. Isaiah would have him, bottom or top, and he'd have no other but Isaiah. Sex this night with his uncle was just that, sex, and nothing more.

Freddy pumped slowly, seeking maximum stimulation from the gripping, massaging colon his penis was sliding forward and back inside, his hands and arms wrapped around Gio's middle so he could fondle, tickle, and enjoy his smooth tight balls with one hand while he masturbated the eight-year-old with the other.

Boys Gio's age and those up to and including those just entering into puberty when the hairs began to form around their sweet young cocks, their balls were dropping but still smooth, and they were just beginning to ejaculate their sometimes watery and other times thick boy-juice, wiggling, squirming, moaning their pain as he breeched them and then moaning in pleasure as he brought them and himself to climax, were his desire and penchant. Others would do, such as a pre-pubescent smooth girl or even a teen boy, but they were not his first choice.

Forward and back, forward and back, Freddy moved, enjoying a sensuous, almost languorous, yet highly stimulating, coupling with his young nephew. Gio made no objection, relaxing, and enjoying bottoming for his uncle. Freddy was experienced and talented in bringing him to a dry cum as well as flooding his ass with sticky, thick, white man-juice.

He felt Freddy move faster and faster until his uncle pushed as deep as his cock would penetrate and hold the position spurting his jissm then pull back, shove forward again, repeating the action until his cock could spew no more. Each time he released a load, Gio could feel Freddy's cock swell, subside, and swell again with each injection of copious fluid into his bowels. When Freddy stopped, leaning over Gio's back, head resting on his shoulder, Gio knew and could feel the dripping, oozing of sperm escape around his Uncle's still stiff cock and drip down onto the towel Freddy snugged under him before the fucking started.

"Think that pretty new boyfriend of yours would let me fuck him?"

Gio thought a moment before replying in a calm, but deliberate and steely voice.

"I don't think that's the question Uncle Freddy. You should ask whether or not I let you."

Freddy pushed his stiff cock forward again, seeking another round.

"If you'd do it without my okay, I wonder how you'd fuck after I cut your balls off?"

Freddy's cock wilted and popped out of the once receptive hole, ambitions for any further activity that night suddenly gone from his mind and his cock.

May first and no Neville Watts; May second, May third, and May fourth and still no Neville Watts. David's anxious household relaxed, somewhat but not entirely. Not one of them who knew Neville, his wife and own sons, trusted him to remain away. Neville could appear at any time, drunk or sober, and wreak havoc on their lives.

David finally decided he could wait no longer before approaching the bank concerning the property he was interested in. His brothers, Benjamin and Darius and their families were coming home to live, having both lost their jobs, and he needed places for them to live. This meant immediate possession of the property when he made the initial purchase. He had no intention of paying the asking price or paying for it in full. However, he was prepared to make a cash down payment of at least half of what he hoped to pay for both properties. Even though he hadn't received funds from Agostino for the jeweled necklace, he anticipated it as soon as it was sold. In the meantime, he had more than sufficient cash reserves in the safe and on deposit with Saunders to cover not only the down payment but the entire amount if necessary. His brothers and his mother had yet to ask how and where he obtained the money he had, especially when those around him had very little.

Kissing Claire goodbye, cautioning Isaiah to be alert and protect his brothers, David, Joseph, and Zachary set out in the automobile for Logansport. Leaving the yard, heading toward the county road, David finally inquired if Neville ever tried to fuck his brothers again.

"Only once," Joseph confessed. "He had Zachary bent over a bench in the barn, his and Zach's pants down around their ankles, getting ready to stick his cock up Zach's butt. He never heard me come into the barn, but hollered his fucking head off when I stabbed him in the ass with my knife. Bled like a stuck pig, swore at me, and was going to punch me in the face until he felt my knife touch his cock. I didn't have to say a word; he got the message."

Late afternoon, Isaiah thought he heard the horses whinny, indicating something or someone disturbed them. Anticipating his father and uncles returning, he wandered from the house to the farm yard to look up the lane and see if they were. They were not on the lane, but the horses whinnied again and stamped their feet. With trepidation, he walked slowly toward the barn, noting one of the doors was open, concerned rather than a four-legged critter such as a fox upsetting the horses, it may be one of the two-legged variety; specifically, the grandfather he'd never met; the grandfather who like to fuck little boys and he was a little boy.

Isaiah checked the knife in its sheath secured in the rear pocket of his overalls and peered carefully into the barn, interior darkened by the late afternoon sun. He could see nothing amiss and noted the horses were in the small corral near the barn. Their ears were up and looking in his direction, but they didn't seem alarmed.

"Perhaps, nothing," he murmured aloud, trying to reassure himself. Stepping back, he stood a moment and decided to check on the hogs in the pen near the barn. The sows and piglets were grunting and squealing as he approached.

"It's not meal time yet," he joked at the jostling porkers.

"No, but it's time to fuck young boys," the voice behind him growled menacingly as a hand covered his mouth and an arm encircled him, immobilizing most of his movement.

Isaiah's heart sank, panic beginning to set in! He never heard the man come up behind him. There was something in the barn and that something, that someone could only be his Grandfather Watts.

Isaiah began to struggle and get out of the man's grasp, but Neville snarled darkly, "You can fight me all you want but I'll still fuck you, alive or dead," and shoved him over a feed box near the hog fence.

Pressing Isaiah down with his body, Neville released his arm around Isaiah's waist, bumped the sheathed knife in the process, extracted it, cut the straps on Isaiah's overalls, pulled them down to the boy's ankles and threw the knife to the side.

Isaiah heard a belt buckle snap open, a zipper slide down, and felt Neville's pants gather near his on the ground. He felt the hot, wet, blunt end of a large cock nudge his asshole and clenched his butt cheeks tight.

"Won't help boy; didn't help your father and it won't help you. I'll just punch right on through and fuck you anyway."

Isaiah bit down on the hand over his mouth, drawing blood from a badly damaged finger, causing Neville to scream his anger and pull his hand away from the doomed lad's face.

The boy screamed, "Asshole, I'll kill you if I get free."

"I like a fighter," smirked Neville, pushing Isaiah down harder on the box, while trying to line his cock up with the small wrinkled rosebud of his grandson's ass.

Isaiah wasn't the only one who heard the horses fussing. Joshua watched his brother leave the house, enter the barn, and then walk over to the hog house and pen. He also saw the man sneak out of the barn, grab Isaiah, pull their pants down, and he could see the man's big, stiff cock sticking out in front of him. Joshua figured it was his grandfather and Isaiah was going to be fucked and hurt in the process.

Joshua screamed, "Momma and Grandma, come quick, Isaiah being beat up by some guy."

Claire was the first to leap from the porch and run toward her son. Joshua followed her, pumping as fast as his legs could move him.

She screamed for Neville to let her son go and, when reaching the fighting pair, pounded on Neville's back and scratched at his face.

Interrupted and angry at being thwarted in fucking Isaiah, Neville violently tossed him aside and turned his attack on Claire. Grabbing her flailing arms, he roared at the petite woman, "So, its David's young whore is it? Let's see how you take a real man's cock up your snatch," and threw her on the ground. Before she could recover, he was on top of her, rucking her skirt up and ripping her panties off.

"If I can't fuck the boy, I'll fuck you!" he screamed unpleasantly and slid between her legs, his thick cock waggling as he lined it up with her female portal.

Isaiah kicked free of his overalls, standing naked except for his shoes and tee shirt, looked quickly for a weapon of some sort, and spotted a wooden-handled metal shovel leaning up against the fence. He grabbed it, held it like a baseball bat, and with a hard swing, brought it down the back of Neville's head with a loud "thwack!"

Neville slumped, slowly rolled off of Claire, and slowly stood, pulling himself up using the fence for support. His head was bleeding from a massive injury inflicted by Isaiah at the base of his skull. Slightly bent over, he raised his head toward the boy, appeared about to say something, when Isaiah swung the shovel again, delivering a haymaker punch to the side of Neville's head. The sound of the shovel making contact with the man's skull was that of a watermelon splitting open after being dropped on the ground!

Neville's body pivoted and he slumped, half over the hog fence and the naked half of him not. With a grunt and mighty shove, Isaiah toppled the mortally injured man into the hog yard where the sows and piglets waited for their food.

Isaiah heard his grandmother shout, "Claire, Isaiah; you okay?"

Turning he saw his Grandmother Watts, holding a sawed-off double barrel shotgun, running toward them. Reaching the fence, she saw Neville laying in the hog yard, and screamed, "I said I'd kill you if you ever tried...," and stopped. Looked at the lifeless body now being nudged about by a large sow, shrugged and said, "Looks like somebody already did."

The automobile carrying David, Joseph, and Zachary, returning from Logansport at that moment, skidded to a halt in the farm yard, and the three men dashed from the vehicle racing toward the gathering near the hog pen. Dorothea, holding a shotgun, Joshua standing near her, and Claire were staring at Isaiah. Isaiah, naked from the waist down, stood holding a bloody shovel.

"Claire, my sweet," David asked clasping her quickly to his breast.

She pointed first at Isaiah and then over the fence where the hogs were grunting and rooting happily around something laying in the mud.

"Oh, my god!" David moaned, looking over the fence. "It's Neville," preferring to the body in name rather than by the term "father."

David looked then to Isaiah, still standing silently, and parted from Claire. He knelt before his son, reached out, and drew him close in a protective embrace.

"What happened, Isaiah?"

Isaiah looked sadly at his father. "I killed him, Daddy; I killed your pa," and leaned his head on his father's shoulder.

David hugged him, kissed him gently on the forehead, responding, "You did what you had to do and I thank you for it. I'm so proud of you!"

Still holding his oldest son, David instructed Zachary to drive to Decker's store and call the sheriff, informing him of what happened, and to send a coroner. He then asked Joseph to move the hogs to the pasture, so "the critters don't gnaw on him anymore than they have already."

Claire looked over the fence at the body of Neville Watts, naked from the waist down, laying face up in the muddy hog yard. "Well, he won't rape anyone else now," she remarked assuredly.

"Not with that part of him gone the hogs already ate," mused Joseph contemptuously.

To be continued:

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