Private Journal of Isaiah Watts III Chapter 1-2

The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts

Volume Three

Forward and Author's Note

This is Volume three of three volumes of the story, "The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts;" a homo-erotic fiction romance. Written to entertain and is the product of the author's imagination and creativity. It is, as mentioned, a romance novel following several young boys, in particular, Isaiah Watts and Giovanni Fiorella Russo into their maturity.

If you haven't taken the opportunity to read "Overview and Disclaimer" in Volume One or Chapter One in Volume Two I would urge you to do so before reading this, Volume Three. If you have read the above noted sections, perhaps you might want to read it again. The "Overview and Disclaimer" and "Chapter One" in Volume Two are integral parts of this entire story and sets the stage and parameters.

The fictitious and unnamed narrator in "Overview" and "Chapter One" in Volume Two, approaches and invites the reader act as a researcher, while cautioning readers, should they venture to read the "Journals" in their unabridged, raw state, might be disturbed by the content and should realize there is no historical data available or peer review verifying the validity of the places or personages, other than what is purported to be in the documents.

The narrator further warns readers some of the acts, deeds, or activities could be considered illegal and contrary to what polite society considers decent.

Given that, I would be remiss not pointing out I have taken poetic license to take a few historically documented events and embellished them greatly, using them only as a basis for placement or reference in order to provide an entertaining plot and provide some modicum of satisfaction of enjoyment to the reader.

The impetus for the creation of the story stems from discoveries I made when doing research for another unrelated project. That particular project was a non-fiction manuscript I was preparing for another source.

While doing so, I came across the mentioning of two memorials concerning those who lost their lives, among the millions, in World War II. To say this war and the destruction it wrought on military and civilians was horrendous doesn't really place it in perspective. Millions of innocents were slaughtered on the basis of their religion, their ethnicity, their belief systems, their sexual orientation, nationality, or physical differences or disability. The "Holocaust," as the liquidation/genocide of some six million of the Jewish Faith is now known, was real and terrible! There is no comparison to the slaughter wrought by the Nazi/Fascists regimes. The Nazi Horde and their minions didn't stop with limiting the horror of genocide however! There were other large groups also liquidated! One group often not mentioned were the Romani or Roma- the Gypsy! For example, on August 2, 1944, three thousand Roma were killed at Auschwitz!

The OSS (Office of Strategic Services) headed by William Donovan, launched an operation, code name "Ginny" in Italy to destroy some railroad tunnels and disrupt rail transportation of German war materials in March of 1944. Operation Ginny was commanded by 1^st Lt. Vincent Russo, an Italian-American Officer in the U.S. Army. Unfortunately, the fifteen gallant men were captured and executed four days after they landed behind enemy lines. One of the protagonists of this story is Gio Russo, no relation or was there an attempt to model Gio after the real hero of WWII. Russo is not an uncommon Italian surname, hence I used it.

There is a memorial for those brave soldiers in Piazza della Liberta, Ameglia in Italy. In 2004, the American OSS Society and the Comune of Ameglia, placed a commemorative plaque at Punta Bianca and erected a formal monument at Bocca di Magra.

Secondly, in 2012, under pressure from Romani Germans demanding acknowledgement of the genocide of their people by the Nazi horde and their allies killing an estimated 250,000 to 500,000 European Roma, a memorial to Sinti and Roma of Europe murdered under National Socialism was placed in Berlin's Tiergarten commemorating those lives lost. It should be noted, the Roma or Romani or Gypsy people have been persecuted, even unto death, over the centuries and it still continues to this day. When opportunities are denied a people, they will find and use any method to survive and care for their families!

It is not or should it be construed there is any attempt to disparage, discount, or demean the terrible fate and deaths which occurred or the suffering either. Instead, I asked myself what might have happened if someone of like name, heritage, ethnicity, was romantically involved with someone of like ethnicity, or of like surname or relation to those who lost their lives in Operation Ginny, the liquidation of the Roma, or in heedless killing of civilians decided to avenge them- an eye for an eye or paraphrasing "The Untouchables," a movie of much later date, "you send one of mine to the hospital, I'll send ten of yours to the morgue."

Thus, I invented Isaiah Watts, a Roma lad, and Giovanni Fiorella Russo, a lad with Italian and German heritage, a "gaje" (non-Gypsy) who falls in love, a love like no others, with the Gypsy, Isaiah. Gio, as the story unfolds becomes the "Sword of Gideon," the "Avenging Angel" seeking, once he learned of it, to revenge the killing of his grandfather's cousin Leo, in Italy by the Nazi's. Discovering, as he moved to do so, the terrible acts committed on the Roma and, acting as a result of the intense love he felt for the handsome crippled Roma young man now living at Ravenwood, decided to return "an eye for an eye" on those who would attempt to destroy the heritage and personages of his lover's ethnicity.

I would remind readers; this is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or locales is entirely coincidental or used in a fictional content.

This Volume is Gio's story of War and his return to Ravenwood.

I invite you to read and, hopefully enjoy, "The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts" Volume Three.

Nick Hall

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Chapter One

"Three weeks after the war in Italy ended and after the Germans surrendered the war in Europe, a captain in the U.S. Army appeared and announced Gio was found and was safe and would be on his way home as soon as it could be arranged. I'm so excited! I announced the news to the boys and to the rest of my family. The excitement builds in anticipation of his arrival home, but there is some apprehension. Has Gio changed? Will he still love me?"

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)

"Thus, we may know that there are five essentials for victory;

He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight.

He will win who knows how to handle both superior and inferior forces,

He will win even whose army is animated by the same spirit throughout all its ranks.

He will win, even who, prepared himself, waits to take the enemy unprepared.

He will win who has military capacity and is not interfered with by the sovereign."

(Sun Tzu – The Art of War)

The gentle swaying of the rail car and click, click of the metal wheels zipping over the iron rail joints, did little to encourage Gio's sleep, although his three companions were doing so, most soundly.

Enrico Villar, now age eleven and Antonio Pereiro, now age ten, were cuddled together under a blanket their naked bodies pressed face to face, on one of the beds of the sleeping compartment provided Gio and his small group. While in Gio's bed, the youngest, Vincenzo Margade, now age eight, lay stretched out on Gio's stomach and chest, his little naked body pressed up tight to Gio's equally naked body seeking comfort and warmth. Vinnie, thumb in his mouth, was breathing evenly and softly, started to move ever so little, but Gio quickly placed his arms around the small boy to hold him in place so Vinnie's head remained on Gio's chest. Gio opened his own legs a little, allowing Vinnie's legs to drop between them. The shift did cause Vinnie's stiff little penis come into direct contact with Gio's stomach, but allowed Gio's hard, big adult cock to slip up between the youngster's legs. The feel of the massive male member didn't seem to bother the boy one bit. It was Vinnie's preferred sleeping position when the monsters and terrible dragons of nightmares invaded his sleep, causing him to wake, frightened, and disoriented.

There were so many dragons of the mind and body to either slay or subdue, relegating terrible events, sights, and sounds to that portion of the brain where no further damage could be done on the boys or their adult companion.

The four of them, the three boys and Gio, witnessed the horror of war, including the death of their loved ones, tearing them from family, friends, and location, despair beyond all imaginable, overcoming all the blood, the body parts, the needles, brutal, fucking of the innocents to the pleasure of the enemy, taking, giving nothing but their liquid poison to impregnate or just to violate! The killing of others, the torturing, and maiming of some, came to be an everyday occurrence in their lives, but often came back to remind them of it during the night. Gio's life in this conflict was by choice, but the boys' was due to their ethnicity and the National Socialists wrath inflicted on them during the recent conflict in Italy and by others throughout the history of the Roma People.

Now, Gio's thoughts were on returning to home; his home at Ravenwood, where his lover, his soul mate waited. It seemed odd to him to be actually going home rather than thinking about the day when he could. Many times, it was only the thought of Isaiah and home that held him to task and kept him from totally becoming the sadistic, murdering Avenging Angel some thought him to be. It'd been less than three years since he'd been to Ravenwood to see and make love to his beloved Isaiah. If everything went as planned, he'd be home on July 1, 1945

Would Isaiah still love him or had he given up hope and moved on in life without him?

Memories the night before and of the day he left for deployment after boot camp and his selection for "special training" flooded his mind, stirred his anxiety and yearning for his return, Often, after a particular difficult assignment or mission, he'd allow his mind to relax reveling in the good times he and Isaiah had, the fun with the boys, and the wise counsel of Conley.

When he left, he knew he would be sent overseas, specifically to the Mediterranean Theater, but he didn't dare tell anyone, not even Isaiah such was his sworn oath to keep secret what his mission would be. All he could do was hope Isaiah could draw inferences, even direct knowledge, by using the special code they'd developed to communicate with each other in their letters. They understood the mail, during wartime, was not only unreliable but highly censored! Each piece of mail either leaving Gio or received by him would be poured over by government censors trying to eek out any information the enemy might use to thwart or subvert the United States and its Allies in the prosecution of the war.

Each boy, at Ravenwood, stepped forward giving Gio a hug, wished him well, and to be safe and come home, Tears flowed freely, his and theirs! The little boys, Carlito and Andres hugged the hardest and sobbed loudly when he released them from his embrace. At their young age, they knew the realities of war. After all, hadn't they escaped the advancing Japanese and ended up in a war anyway? During the night, shortly after Isaiah and he went to bed, they heard the scampering of small feet coming across the hall to their room

"I'm betting it's Carlito and Andres," mused Isaiah, "coming for something to remember you by. Perhaps a goodbye gift from them to you!"

The naked little boys, the small, but quite stiff cocks pointing up and out from their hairless crotches, scrambled into bed to join Isaiah and Gio. Carlito reached forward, clasp his hand around Gio's now stiff cock, the pinkish, plum-shaped knob fully exposed from the foreskin, stroked it a couple of times, removed his hand, spit on it, and backed his little butt to the prodigious prod, and pushed back. The head popped in, Carlito moaned his satisfaction, wiggled a bit to encourage Gio, and motioned for him to begin.

Begin he did, feeling the extreme tightness, moist heat, and the stretching of the muscles and bowels as Carlito accepted and stretched as Gio's cock sunk in. It didn't take Gio long to cum and flood the youngster's bowel and butt hole with his fluid. Carlito pulled away and Andres took his place, positioning Gio's still stiff member at his asshole and pushed back, in a similar manner as had Carlito. Andres was just as tight, just as moist, and just as pleasurable to fuck as Carlito. Gio, not empty yet, shot his load deep into Andre, the same as he had Carlito. Both boys, well satisfied, eased from the bed and returned to their room.

Just the thought of that experience, only one of many Gio had while living at Ravenwood, made his cock stiffen, and slide up Vinnie's naked body. The boy was too tired and Gio so filled with anxiety, there'd be no sex with Vinnie at this time.

Conley hugged him, then nodded his head in affirmation, "You and Isaiah are the sons I never had. Come home safely, Gio; Isaiah needs you and I need you! Ravenwood needs you!"

In his heart, Conley feared he'd never seen the handsome boy again, but hoped the lad would survive the coming battles and the horror of it all.

"If anyone can," he thought watching Gio climb into the pickup truck with Isaiah, "Gio Russo can!"

The most difficult, the moment Gio's heart was almost ripped from his chest, was saying goodbye to Isaiah. Isaiah, standing with his grandparents, waited until Gio said his goodbyes, reassuring them he'd do all he could to stay alive, unhurt, and seek some vengeance in the name of the Russo Family, specifically Leo Russo, his grandfather's cousin and dear friend.

Gio and Isaiah held their embrace for as long as possible before the conductor called "All aboard." Releasing Isaiah, Gio turned as he stepped onto the steps of the train car, looked and saw, not only the tears and anguish on his grandparents faces, but the cascade of tears silently washing down the face of his lover, Isaiah. He vowed, with a simple wave of his hand, no matter what, Isaiah and he would be together again, bonded as never before. His vow to return was cemented by Isaiah's tears and now his own, he'd do anything, kill anybody, commit any deed against any persons who might decide to prevent him from doing so!

The training camp he was assigned to, was at a National Park in the eastern part of the United States not far from Washington, D.C. and other metropolitan areas. It was not, he noted, typical of most military training camps nor was the type of training given to those assigned there. The land was mountainous or, if a recruit was from out west somewhere, hilly and made a perfect training area. The rigorous training regime did not prevent him from practicing his clandestine activities and skills however

He was part of a small group, perhaps fifty or so, of soldiers recruited for the OSS (Office of Strategic Services). Gio learned, listening as he was wont to do without comment, they all were recruited because of some special skills they possessed and were separated into three groups; those who spoke English and German, those who spoke English and Italian, and those who spoke English, German, and Italian. Gio didn't mention to anyone he also spoke Roma as well.

"There are things in life better off left unsaid," he thought to himself, realizing his secreted knowledge of the language just might come in handy someday, especially if he was in a situation where he needed to make haste in concealment or passing a message.

In addition to being sworn to secrecy on pain of death or imprisonment, they were forbidden to use their real names or ranks. They were to be anonymous except for the name assigned to them by the officers in charge. Gio was given the code name "Knobby" and was referred to by that name only. Establishing close ties or actual friendships with one another was frowned on as well.

"You may be in a situation where one might have to kill the other," an instructor told them.

The training over the next four weeks was intensive, extensive, and extremely tiring. The recruits were subjected to rugged physical training consisting, not only of calisthenics, but running long distances, climbing over obstacles, scaling trees, and rugged cliffs, rappelling down them after ascending to the heights. Learning to parachute was one of Gio's least loved exercises, but he endured it and was successful.

After his first jump, he muttered to himself, "At least I didn't break a fucking leg or something."

Radio operation, clandestine movement through fields, forests, and mountainous terrain, hand-to-hand combat, bomb making, and stealth were, just to name a few, of the drills they underwent. It was, as one of the instructors put it, "trying to put four pounds of fresh shit in a one pound bag."

The training exercises began as soon as the recruits were awake and continued throughout the day, many times without breaks for meals, until after dark, unless they were kept active all night and into the next day. Enduring sleep deprivation and hunger, while completing a particular exercise was part of the exercise as well. The use of firearms, including small arms, rifle, and sniper attacks were included. They soon learned to eat when not hungry and sleep when not tired. There was no guarantee they would be allowed either at what would be considered appropriate times. Sleeping with one eye and one ear open seemed to be normal. They developed the instincts of a dog, who, when appearing to be sound asleep, would hear the slightest of noises and be instantly awake.

The group dwindled in size over the four weeks. Early on, Gio noticed the subtle manners in which recruits were removed (washed-out) from the program. He assumed they were sent back into the ranks of the regular army and off to combat duty. It would be something as casual as using the recruits real name, usually at a time the recruit was tired or absorbed in some task which required extreme concentration. The instructor would address the individual and, without thinking, respond.

He also noticed, in his group from the second week when they were separated from the others, they were required to speak Italian, German, or English depending on the chosen language, announced at breakfast mess, of the day meant no other language would be spoken. For example, if the language was to be Italian and someone spoke or responded to German or English, the recruit was sent down the road!

Numerous times the trainers tried to trip Gio up, testing him to see if he'd fuck up. There was the time, at the end of a particularly difficult and tiring day, leaving everyone dirty and wore out, Gio, along with several others, was in the shower trying to wash away the dirt, grime, and misery of the day, were joined by a couple of the trainers. This was not unusual since there were no separate showers for officers or trainers.

One of the trainers stood on one side of Gio and the other on the other side in the shower room letting the hot water from the shower heads cascade over their bodies. One of the trainers, letting out a satisfying, welcoming sigh, announced softly, "God, this feels good!"

Gio never responded, looked up, or even twitched his eyes acknowledging he understood what was being said. However, the recruit on the other side of the trainer, responded, "Fuckin' A it does!" He was gone in the morning!

At the end of the four weeks of training, Gio was called into the commanders office. Upon entering, ushered in by the aide at the desk, he was called to attention.

"Achtung!" ordered the commander in German. German was the language of the day.

Gio did as commanded, stood at attention!

The officer rose from behind the desk, strode forward, smiled, and said in Italian, "You may stand at ease, soldier. Your training period is over!"

Gio never moved or acknowledged he understood what was being said to him.

The aide stepped into the office, saying in English, "What do you think? Will I win the fifty bucks this guy doesn't make it?"

"Depends on whether his cock is circumcised or not," conjectured the commander. "Check his dick!"

Gio never moved, blinked, or changed the expression on face or shifted his eyes. He just stood at attention, looking straight ahead!

The second man stepped in front of Gio, unbuckled his pants, slid the zipper down on the fly, and with one swift movement, pulled Gio's pants and boxer shorts down to his ankles, his uncut cock flopping from the sudden release. Again, Gio made no effort to acknowledge what happened or object to being exposed. Had he been in the German Army he would have acted in the same manner. Obedience was paramount!

He waited patiently wondering what was going to happen next or what the grand plan for this exhibition was. He soon found out!

Captain Dickenson stepped into the office from a door behind the commander's desk. The Captain dismissed both men.

"At ease, Knobby," Captain Dickenson ordered in German. "You have permission to speak English. Your trial is over."

Gio relaxed, smiled, giving a nod, but said nothing!

"Knobby," Captain Dickenson continued, "be ready to leave tomorrow at 04 hundred hours. You'll be sent to an extremely secret training facility in Florida. There you will team up with another operative code named `Hawk.' He is fluent in all three of the languages as you are. Once your orientation and briefing are over at this base, you will be sent overseas on a highly dangerous, secretive, but vital mission. I will explain more when I arrive in Florida a couple of days after you do."

"Sir?" Gio asked. "May I pull up my shorts and pants now?"

"Oh, my god, yes!" Captain Dickenson sputtered, noticing Gio's cock was still hanging in the breeze, "Sorry about that!"

As if in an afterthought, as Gio was pulling up his pants and tucking the marauding menace back into his pants, Dickenson turned, saying, "I almost forgot. You've been given a temporary rank of Captain. Your driver taking you to the train in the morning will have uniforms and identity papers for you. Please report in uniform on your arrival in Florida. The enlisted man with your driver is assigned to you as an aide and will be with you until your final deployment overseas."

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Chapter Two

"I received a telegram, delivered by phone, and so did the Russo's, this morning from Gio. He will arrive with three others and his Military Aide on July 1. His train will arrive in Rock Island at eleven in the morning. It said three others are young and will be living with us as well as his aide. Oh, dear, I wonder who or what he is bringing home. We'll have to make some room, I think. I hope he hasn't found someone else!"

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)

"Ponder and deliberate before you make a move."

Sun Tza – The Art of War

A khaki-colored Sedan with a big, white star on each front door, was waiting for Gio in front of the HQ office building. Duffle bag over his shoulder, Gio approached the Sedan prepared to toss his duffle in the back seat but hesitated when he noticed two soldiers occupying the front seat. His forward motion slowed as he became cautious, wondering why there were two and not just one.

Evidently, he was spotted because a young, very young looking, PFC jumped out of the front passenger side, hustled up to Gio, snapped him a smart salute, announcing,

"Sir, PFC Andrew Meyers, Sir, your new aide. May I take your duffle please?"

Gio returned the salute and set the duffle down. He looked the young private over with some degree of skepticism. Surely, he thought, the private couldn't be as young as he appeared. He looked to be no older than Eddie or Cordell, perhaps the age of Andres or Carlito or just a smidge older. The age limit to enlist in the Army was seventeen with parental permission or eighteen without. Meyers must be an awfully young looking seventeen-year-old or someone lied about his age. Maybe, Gio thought, he just might be sixteen.

Meyers was probably five foot eight inches tall, give or take an inch or two, slim build with a narrow waist, delicate features, brown hair and eyes, slim fingers, and quite ordinary looking. Not handsome, but not unattractive or striking in appearance. He looked like the ordinary, highschooler walking down the street. Meyers could easily get lost in a crowd and meet the description of most other young men. In other word, he would not draw undue attention.

What set the Private off from others was the most infectious, natural, heart-warming smile Gio ever saw before. It was that type of smile which caused the heart to warm, the brain to trust, and exude a good and happy disposition. It was, however, a smile which caused Gio's cock to begin to plump up just a skosh! The second thing which set Meyers apart from other privates in the Army he'd seen so far and other young men he'd seen over the years, was the big fucking .45cal. semi-automatic Colt pistol strapped to his narrow waist. It looked awkward, maybe uncomfortable. Sort'a like Isaiah's cock shoved balls deep in Carlito or Andre's ass. They didn't seem to mind it so, perhaps, Meyers didn't mind toting the gun around.

Meyers quickly transferred the duffle to the trunk of the Sedan where it joined a several other bags, one a zippered suit bag. Before Gio could say anything or make a move, Meyers closed the trunk, zipped around to the rear door behind the passenger seat, opened it, and beckoned Gio to climb in.

"Watch your head, Sir," Meyers cautioned as Gio entered the back seat.

Meyers closed the door and resumed his previous seat in the front giving a nod to the driver, saying, "Ready to go."

Meyers turned, after the driver cleared the front gate, and, after seeking permission to speak, described how elated he was to be assigned as Captain Russo's personal aide or as he rephrased it, "valet in the civilian world." He assured Gio he'd take care of the Captain's needs, appointments, and anything requested of him.

"We have a complete set of new uniforms for you, Sir, with your rank insignia on them, plus civilian clothes for you, if you wish, when on leave, although I don't expect us to get much leave. We'll have you try them on after we board the train so we can see how they fit and make any adjustments."

Gio noticed Meyers used the term "we" a great deal and when speaking to the driver concerning him, Meyers would refer to him as "my Captain." Closely watching from the back seat, Gio was able to determine Meyers had a few feminine characteristics. Gio wondered how Meyers survived basic training as young as he looked and his mannerisms.

Traffic wasn't so bad this time of the morning, at least considering it was wartime and gas was rationed. The commuter trains and buses would be full to overflowing in another hour or so as employees, government and private, began their daily commute to work. Private Meyers hustled around, upon arrival at Washington Union Station, located a small baggage cart, loaded their duffle bags and other baggage on it, and wheeled it to the main passenger waiting room. Gio followed him until they were met by two men in civilian suits. The four of them waited off to the side of the room until the driver rejoined them. The two men then led them to a private waiting room adjacent to the main room. As they entered, the two men remaining outside, Gio noticed they carried concealed sidearms under their suit coat. The driver of the Sedan also was armed in a similar manner as Private Meyers.

The three of them waited about fifteen minutes until one of the men outside the door poked his head in and notified them the train was now coming into the station and they'd head down to the boarding platform in about five minutes for boarding.

"Private Meyers," Gio asked, curious why the security was so great, "why the armed driver and those two outside the door? They're armed as well."

Meyers raised his eyebrows, smiled that infectious (almost erotic) smile of his, responding, "Why Captain, you're an extremely valuable asset to the OSS and we wouldn't want something to happen to you, would we?"

"That might be so," Gio queried, pointing at the gun on Meyers's hip, "but are you any good with that thing?"

"Deadly!" Meyers responded in a serious and ominous tone.

The more he listened to Meyers speak and the longer he observed him, the more dubious Gio was becoming concerning the lad's authenticity! Oh, he was smart, smart as hell, and definitely knew what he was doing, but how old was he and why was he assigned to him? Only time would tell and Gio had plenty of that!

Gio and his escorts were led to the boarding platform. Gio and Meyers were ushered aboard by a conductor and shown a sleeper compartment they would use. The sleeper compartment was not large; it had two facing sofa-type cots which would be converted into beds but used for sitting in during the day. In addition, there was a small closet and racks over the sofas for storage. A small sink with mirror and water was near the small closet. The restroom was down the hall and shared with everyone else in the rail car.

Meyers quickly stowed their duffels in the overhead racks and hung the suit bag in the closet. Both settled in the seats waiting for the train to start moving. The rail car gave a small jerk as the train began leaving the station and the cars began the familiar swaying and jouncing as the speed of the engine increased and the speed of the passenger train increased and soon was rolling along at a comfortable speed.

Meyers stood and began fussing around, sorting through the luggage, including Gio's. He extracted Gio's toilet kit, unzipped the clothes bag and pulled out the new officer's uniform already decorated with the double sliver bars identifying the rank of Captain.

"Now, Captain, Sir," Meyers said, addressing Gio, "we need to try on your new uniform and get you ready for the day and for lunch. We certainly dress as our rank signifies, wouldn't we? Be a shame to go to lunch and not have those others not realize how important my Captain is."

Gio just shrugged, waiting to see where this was going.

"Sir?" Private Meyers asked, "Could you stand up please so we try this new uniform, with shirt, tie, pants, and coat for fit?"

Gio, bracing, with one hand against the wall to steady himself, used the other to unbuckle his belt, unzip them, and with a push, shove pants and his undershorts down to his ankles, and not by accident!

"May as well see if the lad's a player or not," he mused silently as his fat, long cock popped into view. It didn't take but a moment for Private Andrew Meyers's eyes to zero in on that handsome piece of man-meat and balls dangling from Gio's crotch.

Got cha' Gio thought as he saw Meyers's eyes focus on the tantalizing, wobbly boy-fucker!

"Help me with my shoes, will you please, Private?" Gio asked in feigned innocence, "while I remove my shirt?"

Meyers swallowed nervously as he knelt in front of Gio and reached forward to untie the laces on Gio's shoes. The train swayed just at that moment and Gio took advantage of the sway to move forward causing his soft, smooth cock to swipe across a very smooth cheek and face. He heard Meyers swallow, glanced down, and saw him lick his lips!

Gio's shoes off, Meyers quickly stood, trying to conceal the tent in his uniform pants with his hands.

"Private Meyers," Gio, still standing and clad only his socks and an undershirt commanded, his fat cock wobbling with every movement of the train, commanded, "Drop your pants and underwear!"

"Sir, I beg your pardon, Sir?" Meyers responded, a tremor in his voice and trepidation all over his face.

"I said," Gio said sternly, "drop your pants and underwear!"

"Now, Sir?"

"Now!"

"Yes, Sir!" Meyers answered, only this time is voice reflected fear and sadness!

Meyers carefully, slowly removed his gun belt and lay it on one of the couches. Just as carefully, he unbuckled his pants and slid the zipper down, watching his Captain's face for any sign this would just be a test and he'd order him to stop. It didn't happen and there was little to disguise the obvious tent in his undershorts as he stopped his disrobing at that point.

"Your undershorts as well!"

Meyers swallowed, knowing the minute his undershorts were moved down, his stiff cock would be revealed as well as his entire lower body, but did as he was ordered. The shorts dropped and a very stiff five-inch circumcised cock sprang into view, curving upward toward his belly.

Gio reached down, reassuring Meyers his wasn't going to harm him, and began a tactile and visual exploration of Private Meyers's cock and balls. Each touch by Gio's hands and fingers send a shiver throughout Meyers's body and caused his cock to twitch and swell.

"How old are you, Private Meyers?"

Meyers took a deep breath, as Gio's hand stroked up and down his stiffy a couple of times.

"Eighteen, Sir! I enlisted when I was seventeen with my father's permission."

"I don't believe you, Private," Gio admonished him gently looking at Meyers's face but not removing his hand from the Private's crotch and slowly fondling and rolling the hairless, average-sized balls around in their sack. As he did so, he noticed Meyers's eyes begin welling with tears.

"Am I hurting you, Private?"

"No, Sir!" Meyers sort of choked out.

"Well, Private Meyers," Gio began hoping to sooth the lad's anxiety and relieve his sorrow, "I'm quite familiar with the male anatomy, particularly young adolescent males in the pre-teens, early teens, and so on. A couple of the boys where I live at Ravenwood, especially. Your balls are smooth, hairless and there is just a smattering of hair adorning the base of your cock; a cock I don't think has reached its full length or girth. I believe you're still in the process of reaching teen-hood and maturing. So, I ask you again, how old are you?

Meyers's shoulders slumped, tears flowed freely down his face, as he sobbed, "I'll be fourteen in another month. Please don't tell on me or send me home! I just couldn't take it anymore. Please, Sir I beg you!"

His voice shaking with his sobs, "If you send me home, he'll kill me!"

"Who would kill you?"

"Daddy would. He said, once I left, if he ever saw me again, he'd kill me!"

Gio, reached forward, pulling the teen close to him and wrapping his arms around him to comfort and support the grief-stricken lad. With one hand, he gently lay the boy's head on his shoulder and let it rest there as Meyers cried.

"No one is going to kill you if I can prevent it!" Gio promised. "I'm not about to reveal your secret to anyone. All of us have secrets we hide; secrets only a few know about or no one at all. Who would ever want to harm a good-looking, warm, soft lad like you? Certainly not me."

"Daddy would," Meyers murmured into Gio's chest. "He said if the war didn't kill me and I ever showed up at home, I was a dead man!"

It sounded to Gio as if Meyers's father's words were not a threat but a promise.

He pulled the young teen even closer, close enough for their crotches to touch. He noticed Meyers was indeed tall for his age. He also noted Meyers's stiff cock began moving up and down on his own stomach as Meyers slowly thrust back and forth. Gio's cock stiffened as well as soon the two cocks were gently rubbing against each other.

"What did you do, Andy?" Gio asked using what he hoped was the name the lad used.

There was a momentary silence! Andy finally replied, "He found out I like boys and not girls!"

Gio just nodded, waiting for more!

"What the fuck!" Andy muttered, "may as well tell you the whole lot!"

"I like cock- okay!" he began almost definitely. "I am a homo, a queer! I like to play with them, suck them, and be fucked by them. Known it since I was maybe eight years old; maybe younger."

"So?" Gio questioned as if it were normal. It was at Ravenwood, but very few other places he knew. In the army, if found out, it was out the door!

Listening, Gio learned there were several high school boys who enjoyed sticking their young, fat cocks up Andy's ass at every opportunity and he made opportunity available. He'd ridden his bike to a small part near the river and rendezvoused with three of the butt-fuckers. Bent over a picnic table, Andy just took a third load up his ass when a deputy sheriff drove in. The three high schoolers skedaddled, leaving Andy with his pants down around his ankles and a deputy walking toward him.

"The deputy told my dad and he got more than just pissed," exclaimed Andy. "He's some sort of county supervisor, strict as hell, and a strong church man. He beat the shit out of me. Locked me in my bedroom overnight. Shouting he'd not have me perverting my brothers and ruining the family name. Better you be dead, he declared."

"How many?"

"How many what, boys who fucked me?"

"No, how many brothers?"

"Three; one older, two younger! Anyway, the next morning he hauled me off to the army recruiter, lied about my age, and two weeks later I was in the army and basic training. That's where Colonel Dickenson found me."

"You mean, Captain Dickenson!"

"Nah, he's really a Lt. Colonel, just switches identification, depending on the situation. Says it's for security reason."

"So," pondered Gio, "did Dickenson take you to fuck or what?"

"Definitely not to fuck. He has five kids. Said he knew I was young because I looked and acted just like his twelve-year old, only taller."

Gio felt Andy's hand wrap around his fat, stiff cock, and began stroking. Gio removed the hand, bent over quickly, and sucked Andy's cock into his mouth and began bobbing up and down, tickling the head with his tongue, and stroking the cock with two fingers. It didn't take a minute or two before Andy unloaded his young cum into Gio's mouth. Instead of swallowing, Gio spit it out into his hand, used part to lube his cock the rest to prepare Andy's ass for a good fucking!

He turned Andy around, bent him over, and lined his big cock up with his small rosebud butthole. Gio pushed forward until the fat knob of his cock nudged the twitching muscular opening. A small push popped the head through. He heard a gasp from Andy.

"Hurting you?"

"No; more like putting a foot-long fat sausage in a six-inch bun," squealed Andy softly, clearly delighted, anticipating a good fuck.

Gio kept pushing into the tight tunnel until he was at the limit before beginning to slowly move back and forth, brushing Andy's prostate on each pass. It wasn't long until he was flooding Andy's bowels with a load of spunk and Andy was dribbling his, again on the floor.

"Now," Gio said, resting lightly on Andy's back, his crotch up tight to Andy's butt and his belly on Andy's back, "I know your secrets and you know some of mine. After the war, if you have no place to go, come to Ravenwood. There's plenty more like you and me; boys who love boys, who love men, who love boys. You'll get a good place to live, good food, and fucked whenever you want it!"

To be continued:

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