Private Journal of Isaiah Watts II Chapters 10-11

The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts

Volume Two

Chapter Ten

The War Years

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

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monty just wiggled and giggled!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It always seemed to help us," Cordell offered.

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

Alone with Isaiah, Monty sobbed, "I miss my grandma and I want to go home, but I can't."

"I know, Monty!"

"She didn't want me!" he choked out between sobs.

"Who was that?"

"Uncle Howie's wife, Aunt Helen!"

"Why?"

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

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

"Oh!"

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

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

"Really?"

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

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

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

"How about you?" sighed a much calmer Monty.

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

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

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

`It's really big," Monty whispered in amazement. "I've never touched anything this big, not even Mr. Thompson or his friends!"

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

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

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

"He's really big," Monty said, reaching beyond Andres and hefting Isaiah's cock up a little.

"Yeh," snickered Andres, "we know!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go slow, Monty," Isaiah pleaded with a whoosh of air, "or I'll cum too soon."

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

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

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

Isaiah felt his balls tighten, his shaft swell, and warned, "I'm cumin!"

"Me too!" echoed Cordell.

"And so's Monty," announced Eddie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter Eleven

The War Years

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

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)

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

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

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

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

"If I have enough energy after you and I make love."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What, another kiss?" giggled Isaiah.

"Nah, nothing as important as that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sir?" Gio responded innocently.

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

The sergeant moved menacingly closer to Gio!

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

"Do you mean by any means, Sir?"

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

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

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

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

"Sir? I don't want to get your blood on my shirt, sir!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You speak Italian?"

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

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

"Too bad he doesn't speak German as well," the Major said to the Captain, this time in German.

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

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

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

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

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

Isaiah's voice faltered, the dread beginning to show. "Is it dangerous?"

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

"Can we write to each other?"

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

"You know I will."

"Yeah, but somehow I'll let you know where I am."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Both- which one would you prefer?"

"Pistol! It's what I used at Grandpa's!"

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

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

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

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

"Now John, calm down; I'm having a hard time understanding you."

"That's better!"

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

Finally, "goodbye" and the conversation was over.

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

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

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

To be continued:

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