Private Journal of Isaiah Watts Chapter 4-6
The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
Volume One
Copyright© 2020 Nicholas Hall
Chapter Four
The Early Years
"If you want her, the bride price is five hundred dollars in gold and she's well worth it; young, never been touched by a man or boy, just thirteen and she can do things with her hands and fingers what would make many a man cry."
(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)
David was mesmerized by the beauty of the young girl peering and smiling at him from behind the caravan. Eyes wide, mouth hanging open, his breathing accelerated, his attention on her was noticed by Matt, Jim, and Harry immediately and almost as quickly by the older gentleman, the apparent patriarch of the clan, they were currently visiting with.
Noticing David's interest, the man gave a small subtle wave of his hand, motioning the sweet, young thing from behind the caravan to stand by his side. Smiling at the four men, he considered "gaja" until he knew otherwise, especially the handsome, young, smiling, well-proportioned youngest of them, sitting astride the blaze stallion, and nodded to himself.
"Both," he thought, "would be excellent breeders", one for his mares and the other for the youngest of his seven daughters. "Both," he further reasoned "would have sufficient cock and balls to get the job done."
"William Lovell," he offered, introducing himself, "and my daughter, Claire, the youngest of my seven daughters, before God sent us three sons. A beauty isn't she?"
David nodded, thinking and then realizing Lovell was addressing him, gazed longingly at the young girl in long, colorful, flowing wide skirt and loose-fitting blouse. Claire was smaller than he was, weighing perhaps ninety to one hundred pounds or so, four or five inches shorter than he with barely developed breasts (as much as he could discern under the loose-fitting blouse), delicate in appearance, deep dark eyes, deep copper toned complexion, and absolutely ravishing, in his eyes. He wanted her so bad, he ached, from his balls to his cock to his heart!
Lovell's introduction gave Matt the opportunity to introduce himself and the others to him.
"Matt Turner and," pointing to each as he introduced him, "Harry Turner, Jim Turner, and the one with his mouth open and tongue hanging out is another cousin, David Watts. We work for Abram Saunders."
"Ah yes, Saunders the horse trader," Lovell responded with a knowing nod of his head, "We've done business with him in the past. I thought at first you were `gaje.'"
Matt recognized the accent, slipped somewhat awkwardly, but adequately, into a language unfamiliar to David, except for an occasional word or two his mother would use.
"No, we're not, but we are Roadie, horse traders and don't live in bands or clans. Although the ones in our circle of families don't follow traditional ways, we do respect them."
"How about the young, pretty one, you call David?"
David's ears perked up and his attention was drawn to the conversation Matt was having with Lovell. He'd heard his name mentioned and realized he might be the topic of conversation.
"Ah," Matt continued, "the pretty one. His mother and my Aunt Rose Saunders are cousins and he now works with us. He is of our family as well and not `gaje'."
"Is he only pretty or does he have some other things about him which might speak to his character?"
"Yes, he is smart, good with animals, knows his way around the gaje, would be a good provider, bringing wealth and pride to his wife and her family, and is well blessed, making any girl who would have him for a husband sore and happy."
What Matt didn't mention, other than David knowing his way around the non-Romany, was David's rather lucrative lottery game of chance he ran whenever they entered a town with some prospective buyers in it. David used a deck of cards, minus the jokers, to sell chances for five dollars each to win one hundred dollars or fifty dollars or twenty-five dollars. Men would buy a card for five bucks, sign their name on it, tear it in half, toss it in the hat, and when the drawing was held, collect or lose. First card out took the one hundred, the second, fifty, and the third twenty-five. If David sold all the cards, which he did, he pocketed seventy-five bucks. Over time, he'd accumulated quite a stash.
"My daughter, Claire, is ready for a husband."
Matt came to the realization he was in the preliminary stages of a negotiation for a bride for David.
"I'll have to speak with him to see if he's ready for a bride. He is only seventeen and had no one else to speak for him except me, although I'm confident he would do well without me."
Since he was the eldest and seeming to be in charge, Matt knew it fell upon him to seek out David, check for his intentions, assist in the negotiations, if there were any, and help determine the bride price, if David wanted her.
Lovell nodded his understanding, Matt dismounted, motioned for David to join him, telling Jim and Harry to stay put and watch their mounts, and put his hand on David's shoulder to ease him away from the gathering to a distance away where there was little chance of someone overhearing their conversation.
"David, Lovell is bargaining for a bride price for his daughter Claire if you want her. He seems to think you might be a good choice. By the look on your face, you're interested in her. Maybe your interest is just for a quick fuck and down the road?"
"Nah, I want more than that. I really want her, Matt and not just for a little while either."
"He's going to ask a pretty penny for a bride price, David. Can you afford her?"
David nodded, with what he had on him, nearly six hundred dollars in gold he'd been holding since the last couple of sales and with what he had in Uncle Abram's safe back at the farm, he could well afford her, but he wasn't going to spend it all, not now anyway.
The two of them walked back to the encampment. Lovell was now seated on a colorful blanket, with Clair by his side. He motioned for Matt and David to join them on the blanket.
"He is interested to hear what you have to say concerning your daughter. Apparently, he is quite interested if she is interested in him."
Claire giggled and nodded her head.
Noticing her agreement, David held up his hand.
"I would like to speak to this," directing his talk directly to Lovell. "My respects, sir, the father of the woman I wish to marry, requesting the opportunity to speak to you concerning her future."
Lovell nodded, acknowledging David's beginning of the bargaining process.
"She is quite young," he announced, "and her father's favorite, her mother's right-hand, and skilled in the ways of a woman's daily work. She has many young men who desire her for her beauty and are willing to pay a high bride price for her. The man who should be so lucky to have her would see he has a bargain."
"Not to appear rude, father of Claire, or pay any disrespect to you or to her, what would be a price for such a beautiful daughter such as her; one who would fill my home with children and your house and heart with grandchildren, all as beautiful as she is?"
Matt, watching David's reaction and the smile creeping up on the Lovell's face, knew a match was being considered and wondered if he should intervene. He could well see why David would be smitten with the young lass. Innocent, virginal, perhaps just entering puberty, hairless slit, ready to develop into the woman she was born to be, and just a touch beyond the age he preferred – and female.
"If you want her, the bride price is five hundred dollars in gold and she's well worth it; young, never been touched by a man or boy, just thirteen and she can do things with her hands and fingers what would make many a man cry."
"I'm certain you may feel even that price is too low," David said, looking directly at Lovell, "but I am a poor boy, far from home, possessing little more than what God," looking up to heaven, "has blessed me with and a few coins. I am strong, know horses, and will provide well for her and our children, bringing blessing and a good fortune to both our houses. I can offer you two hundred dollars in gold."1
And so the haggling began between David and Lovell with Matt acting on David's behalf when the need arose. For two hours they bargained until Lovell dropped his price slowly to three hundred fifty dollars. When David finally said, "three hundred plus three of your mares will be bred to my stallion until three foals are produced."
Lovell appeared to ponder the offer, sort of moaned how much he was sacrificing if he took the offer, until he countered with, "If you stay until the mares foal."
"Done!" David exclaimed, spit in his hand, and extended it to Lovell. Lovell spit in his own hand, grabbed David's and declared, "Done is done!"
David thought a moment longer, looked at Lovell and asked, "How soon?"
Lovell rubbed his chin, hemmed and hawed complaining it took a great deal of planning and time in order to have the wedding his daughter deserved. Someone had to be found to perform the ceremony, the wedding feast had to be prepared, the bride given instructions by her mother, and so on.
David walked to his horse, dug into a pouch he took from his saddle bags, turned his back so Lovell and the others were not aware of what he was doing, returned the pouch, with a word to Harry to watch things closely in case anyone got any ideas, and walked back to Lovell.
"Here's one hundred in gold of the three hundred bride price and an extra fifty for a justice of the peace and the feast. Now, how soon?"
"Tomorrow!"
David had a bride-to-be and Claire had a groom.
"Looks like we stay another night," Matt announced.
David bedded down with Matt and the others not far from the camp. Before falling asleep, he had a long talk with Matt, giving him the rest of his cash money, minus one hundred dollars he kept along with the remainder of the bride price, to put with his money in Uncle Abram's safe, told him to thank Aunt Rose and Uncle Abram for the work and the start, and to tell Aunt Rose he'd write to his mother and tell her he was married.
"I'll be traveling with Claire's Family after tomorrow and once things settle down, I'll arrange some way to get the rest of my money. In the meantime, I know Uncle Abram will keep it safe for me. Have him send to Ma ten dollars or so each month to help her out until I say otherwise."
He and Matt sat a long time talking around a small campfire after the Jim and Harry settled down and fell asleep. Their conversation was personal, confidential, and revealing. Matt learned exactly what had been happening in the Watt's house and David learned of Matt's life during the war, confirming something he'd suspected since his first night in the bunkhouse on Uncle Abram's farm.
The wedding, performed by a local country minister, also the local justice of the peace, was performed in the camp with family and friends as witnesses. It was followed by a celebration including food, music, and dancing. The party carried on well into the evening, until David and Claire declared they had to turn in and headed to a wedding bed prepared for them by her mother in the family caravan.
David and Claire approached their wedding night and bed with anticipation and some trepidation as well. Inexperienced, but aware of what is done and how, but uncertain how to proceed beyond the deep emotional feeling they now had for each other. Fortunately, the innate nature of intimacy and mating seemed to prevail, fueling desire and giving insight into where to start.
David held his bride in his arms, kissed her deeply, feeling her respond to his lips, tongue, and the gentle opening of her mouth and then his, tasting each other, gaining knowledge and increased desire. He moved from her sweet, moist, warm lips to her neck, softly kissing, inhaling her scent, imprinting the essence of her in his mind and heart, then slowly, with soft words, began unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing, opened it, and with help, removed it.
"My love, my lovely, beautiful bride; how fortunate I am the god's favored me."
Claire's light brown skin was so soft he thought as he ran his hands down over her shoulders, down her back, and around to her front where he swept them up to her developing, firm, young breasts; small, but mounding significantly with darker brown shades surrounding the very erect, hard nipples inviting David to flick each one first with his tongue, before carefully taking first one and then other into his mouth, gently suckling on them, causing her to writhe in delight and bringing even a more distinct stiffness to his cock.
"Lay down with me," he invited, sliding her skirt and panties down to her ankles and off, drawing her down with him to their bed. His eyes sparkled with excitement and pride, seeing her naked body for the first time. He thought he'd not seen anything so wonderful which would match the beauty he now beheld.
David's eyes drifted to her sex, never touched by the hands or penis of another man, decorated with a spattering of black public hairs, resting softly on her mound, welcoming him to the intimacy resting between and in.
"I've had my monthly's for about three months," she volunteered shyly. "I'm a woman and yours."
"Indeed, you are," David replied in awe and began to disrobe. Shirt, pants, shoes, underwear joined her clothing alongside the bed, revealing himself to her. His stiff, long, thick cock pointing out and slightly up, ready to do what he so desperately wanted to do and had ever since he first sighted her peeking from behind the caravan.
"You're so big!" Clair exclaimed quietly, reaching out to touch him. Clasping her hand around the shaft, asked, "Are all men this size?"
"I don't know," he confessed. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
"Momma said it would hurt at first, husband, but it's necessary for you to take my maidenhead and claim me as yours. She gave me some lotion to make it easier."
She reached for a small jar not far from the bed, opened it, dipped her fingers in the lotion with one hand, grasped his throbbing cock with the other, and applied a generous amount of the lotion to it. Slicking and rubbing it all over with a soft, gentle, stimulating stroking.
"Easy my love," David moaned, "or I'll spend my seed on the bed."
Claire giggled and gave him the jar. He carefully applied the lotion to her sex, set it aside, and spread her legs, taking his position between them, letting the head of his cock nudge the portal of paradise. Leaning forward, he brought their lips together as he pushed; the thick head of his rod slowly, wedging its way into her entrance, stretching, widening where he let it rest momentarily, before gently, firmly, pushing forward, preparing her for his length and girth.
As the pressure increased, Claire took a deep breath, swallowing any discomfort, raised her legs to wrap around his buttocks, giving him better access and more purchase, relaxed, and nodded for him to continue his journey. He moved slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust and become accustomed to his stiffness in her moist, hot, flexing love tunnel until he hit her barrier and hesitated, fearful of hurting her. The full length of his considerable man-hood was embedded balls deep to her mound, her young vigina stuffed to the maximum with his twitching, throbbing instrument. David could feel her insides stretch, spasm, undulate as it accepted the large phallus.
"Now, David," she instructed and pulled him forward with her legs and her arms around his middle.
He did, with a thrust, breaking through the barrier defining her virgin status. Her soft cry of pain was quickly muffled by their kiss. Once seated fully and both comfortable with the coupling, they began their own dance of love until both emitted soft squeals of delight reaching the first of several climaxes they achieved during the night. Each time, David flooded his bride's interior with his sticky, white, voluminous man-juice, more than he ever remembered spurting when he did himself by hand!
"Never," thought David, "would I ever imagined it'd be like this."
David lay in the morning, his bride on top of him, his stiff cock embedded deep her sex, listened to the soft clop, clop of the horses leaving, remembering his conversation with Matt. He hoped Matt would find some of what he was looking for after he went home.
Matt's choice in bedding partners or at least partners to satisfy his own lust and hard cock, was young boys around age eleven or twelve before they began to develop; smooth, hairless boys with not a sign of hair around their small, tight marble-sized balls and one inch to an inch and a half uncircumcised cocks which would grow, at the most to four inches when hard. They were suckable, lovable, fuckable young boys, who at first suck and dry orgasm, would shiver, thrust, and giggle with delight as they reached their peak and squeal first in pain at penetration of their small anal ring by his large, adult cock, and finally, moan in pleasure as he pumped and pumped their ring and bowels fucking them, embedding himself deep in the soft, wet, massaging interior with a final push forward until his crotch hairs and his balls rested on the velvety soft, silken smooth, pillowy butt cheeks as he flooded their gut with his copious, thick, sticky, white man-juice.
There were boys he could find on a regular basis, if he so desired, in the various town and cities they traveled through, but he preferred finding them closer to home. It made it easier to keep his secret from the others since Burlington and other cities in the eastern part of state were much larger and he could lose himself in the anonymity of the largeness of the populations and satisfy his lust and preference away from family. His favorite area, when he had the chance was in the Davenport/Rock Island area. The larger population and diversity provided a larger selection in terms of attractiveness, racial differences, and experience or lack of it, which he preferred. There was nothing more satisfying, to him, than the internal muscles in the colon and bowel of a prepubescent boy, massaging and flexing around his imbedded hard cock, unless it was the lips and tongue of a seven or eight year old boy paying careful and delicate tribute to his hard cock.
"Oh, well," sighed David to himself giving a bit of a push up into the soft warmness of his new wife, "each to his own." He was much satisfied with what he had and intended to keep, love, protect, and provide for the rest of their lives.
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Chapter Five
The Early Years
"I entered this world in 1924. Momma said I was beautiful, Daddy said I was all boy by the size of my cock and balls, Grandmother Zoe Lovell said I was precious, and Grandfather Lovell handed out small coins to everyone, proclaiming I'd be a wealthy man some day and me, I just gurgled, cried, slept, ate, and shit my diapers. I didn't know how to talk yet."
(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)
Several weeks passed before David discovered what his new wife could do with her hands and fingers, things his father-in-law swore would make a grown man cry. He thought what she did with her fingers when she slivered them over and under his cock-head was delightful; when she used those fingers to wrap her hands around his cock and slide the foreskin up and down and up and down was, in his mind, spectacular; using those same fingers to incase his cock before sliding her warm lips and moist mouth over it was beyond compare; using those fingers to grip his shaft, position it at the entrance to her love-chute and guide it home while pushing her body forward was heavenly bliss; but that other thing, the thing she could do with her fingers and hands was magically, pure wizardly, a feat he doubted very few could do with such accomplishment and rewards to both of them.
It happened on a day at a very busy market they were wandering through in a relatively good sized community. The family was camped outside of town in a grove of trees along a creek so the horses would have adequate water and forage. Claire suggested the two of them go to town since there were a few items she thought she needed. David would not deny her of her desires or needs, so quickly assented.
He had yet to make an investment in a caravan or horses, other than his stallion, for them so he hoisted her to his stallion and seated himself behind her. Pulling her close to his body, inhaling her scent, he kissed her neck, expressed how much he loved her, and damn near dismounted and took her on the spot. He didn't, even though it felt like he had a fence post shoved down the leg of his trousers. Promising himself he'd fill her again when they returned, he clucked to the horse, gave a slight nudge with his heels, and they left for town on their shopping trip.
David and Claire visited several stalls various sellers erected to display their wares, pondered items, haggled a little with the seller, but moved on, making no purchases. The day was warm, the walkway between the vendors was crowded with people, jostling, pushing, coming into close contact with each other and with David and Claire. An hour or so passed and Claire purchased some sewing needles, thread, and filled a cloth bag she brought along with fresh vegetables she thought she would use the next day or so for the meals she and her mother would prepare. She also hoped David could shoot a couple of rabbits to supplement the meal.
Nearing where he'd left his horse tethered, guarded by one of the camp dogs who, shortly after their marriage, transferred his loyalty to David and Claire, and now followed them everywhere they went, except their bed where David allowed no one else or critter to reside. He'd just boosted Claire into the saddle and climbed up behind her when he heard a commotion arising from the far side of the market.
"Sounds like someone is upset," he remarked casually.
Claire just shrugged and they rode off toward their camp, allowing the horse to take a leisurely pace, the dog trotting alongside. David gave the commotion no more thought until the next morning, his mind and body being otherwise occupied with making love several times during the night to his young, slim, and erotically active wife, and he heard a car rattling its way down the gravel road near the camp. He slipped on his pants to cover his nakedness, stepped out of the small tent they occupied, and saw the local sheriff stop and waved to Lovell, who was preparing to move the camp once everyone was up, dressed, and fed.
David listened as the sheriff explained a rather wealthy lady in town was missing a necklace. The sheriff wondered if any of the Lovell Clan was in town the previous day. David quickly stepped forward and before Lovell could stop him, informed the sheriff that he and his wife were there the day before.
"How may we help you?" he inquired.
The sheriff explained again the problem with the missing necklace and mentioned another "minor" incident where another person thought he had more dollars in his wallet than he had after he bought an item for his office.
David just shrugged. "Maybe the woman misplaced her necklace?"
"No," the sheriff explained hesitantly. "She found the broken neck chain on the ground but no sign of the diamond shaped pendant previously attached to it."
"Well, that explains it," David allowed. "The chain broke and it fell off somewhere in the midst of the crowd."
"We looked and couldn't find it and then someone remembered some gypsies being in the area."
"So," David said, nodding his head, "people naturally assumed it was one of us instead of the ladies' carelessness."
"She did raise considerable fuss. It seems the necklace was quite valuable. The stone in the pendant was a real precious gem stone."
David started to smooth-talk the sheriff, putting on his best con-artist demeanor and way of speaking, convincing the sheriff if they searched the grounds closer, the pendant just might be found or if a reward was offered, some young lad might come forth and claim it, masking the fact he was the one who found it and was holding it as a pretty bauble for his girlfriend. In fact, he even volunteered to come to town and assist with the search. The sheriff thanked him but allowed he'd handle the investigation himself and left.
The camp packed up and moved on. David thought no more of the incident with the sheriff and it was not broached by any other member of the band. In fact, the adults were uncommonly quiet concerning it. He did notice his mother-in-law and father-in-law talking quietly to Claire at one point but assumed it was concerning her trip to town or some other family issue, and put it aside from his thoughts, remembering it wasn't too far in the past when Claire was living with them, unknowing of his existence and the marriage they both would enter into.
He chuckled to himself wondering if she'd known the size of his cock if she still would have wanted to marry him. "Damned glad she did," he mused under his breath, "even though the entrance to her quim needed widening to accept my fat prong."
It made him hard just to think of it and the pleasure their coupling brought both of them, tempting him to halt in their journey, take her behind some bushes, and fuck her again.
Lovell's purpose in moving his band was, ostensibly, to settle for a time near another town which might provide employment for the men, allowing cash income to flow into their personal pockets and eventually be used for the welfare of the entire group if needed. The women, especially, Zoe Lovell, his wife, could earn some cash money telling fortunes and his son-in-law could operate one of his card-selling games and really pick up some bucks. David might also offer his stallion for breeding purposes since it already had two of Lovell's mares with foal. Lovell cautioned, as had Abram Saunders, members of his group to be paid in gold or silver whenever possible, but pay debts in green-backs, the paper currency. In his mind and others, gold was a permanent value and exchangeable and paper currency was just that- paper, although the "gaje" community readily accepted it. He also was aware his band, unlike many others, were the stereo-typical "Romany" the white community often envisioned; hence he decided many years before if his band couldn't find honest work, they'd make their money otherwise. He wasn't always popular among his own people since he and his band did tarnish the reputation of the others.
At day's end, David entered their small tent, having taken care of the livestock and helped secure the camp, stripped naked and as he viewed his young wife, naked, laying back on their bed of blankest, young, small legs spread wide, her teenage bush barely decorating her female opening, small breasts with nipples peaked in sexual anticipation, brought him to an instant cock-stand. Her unspoken invitation for him to love her and her to love him, brought him to his knees between her legs, his cock sticking straight out in front of him like a stallion ready to breed a mare! Head descending to the entrance of her love chute, his tongue began the delightful tasting and pleasuring of his wife. Pulling back, kneeling, his long fat cock throbbing with his desire, he reached to the side of the bed for the small jar of lotion his mother-in-law provided to "ease the entrance," and when he moved to slather up his eager, stiff organ, his hand encountered a gem stone pendant or bauble, dangling from the end of his cock, secured behind the plum-sized head revealed as his foreskin retracted, by a loop of string.
"What the ...!" he exclaimed. "Where did this come from?"
"Hush husband," Claire cooed lovingly, "enjoy our wealth as we enjoy our love-making," reaching forward, releasing the string from his cock, and gently sucking the tip of the rampant tool into her mouth.
A groan from David warned her not to proceed too much further else he spend his seed on the outside instead of the inside where she desired it most.
David waited only momentarily before he positioned his penis at her opening and began pushing forward, wiggling, pulling back a little before pushing forward again, until he was fully seated, his own bush mingling with hers. All he could do while fucking her was tell her how much he loved her and would do nothing else, if he had the choice, but to bed her all day and all night the rest their lives.
With a shudder, thrust forward, and a clenching of his ass cheeks, he expended his copious offering deep into her as her legs, wrapped around his waist, tightened as she met his climax with her own. Only after they both began to relax, with his stiffness still embedded, did David ask how this bauble came to be looped on his manhood, since he'd not felt a thing. He knew where it came from but the how it ended up where it did was the question, wondering how his wife obtained it.
Head resting on her shoulder, his lips caressing her neck, David asked, "How, dear sweet, and loving wife, did you ever obtain the trinket we now possess?"
"I simply did a bit of hand movement, along with a distraction, and plucked it from an older lady shortly after I removed some cash from a gentleman's purse," and waggled a roll of paper currency in front of him.
David was amazed at her dexterity with her fingers, although not quite as impressed with her pickpocket skills as he was with her manipulations of his cock, and learned, as they talked of her gentleness, dexterity, and skills with her hands and fingers in plying her trade. It was, as her father said before they married, "she can do things with her hands and fingers what would make many a man cry," – the one who lost his treasure and the one who gained it, and was just rewarded with a coupling of such delight it fueled a repeat performance again and again that night. Between the two of them, they would earn sufficient wealth to keep them well off. Claire's activities, in pursuing her skills as a pickpocket, slowed considerably as her pregnancy came closer to her time of delivery and she grew larger. David snickered quietly in her ear as he penetrated her, from behind, with both on their sides since her tummy was so large it would have made it uncomfortable for him to mount her as they usually did, she looked like an apple on a toothpick, but quickly added, "but I love apples," and shot his load.
Claire was fourteen, almost fifteen, when their first son, Isaiah breeched her opening and entered the world. Isaiah later wrote in his journal, "I entered this world in 1924. Momma said I was beautiful, Daddy said I was all boy by the size of my cock and balls, Grandmother Zoe Lovell said I was precious, and Grandfather Lovell handed out small coins to everyone, proclaiming I'd be a wealthy man some day and me, I just gurgled, cried, slept, ate, and shit my diapers. I didn't know how to talk yet."
He was indeed a beautiful boy; dark complexion, with dark eyes and hair, delicate, slim, weighing a little over five pounds, and certainly would grow into a more than just "attractive" young man. Isaiah would develop into a young man and adult much like his father and his father's brothers, his uncles; almost too pretty to be a boy, but his new-born, immature boy parts left no doubt of his sex and gave every indication he'd develop as formidably as his father and uncles in the cock department.
Isaiah was a good baby, cuddly, adorable, and perfect in almost every way. Almost perfect, but not quite. There was one small problem, a problem which would affect him the rest of his life and limit his activities somewhat, but not much; slightly debilitating, but not to the point of incapacitation. His right leg was weaker than his left, slightly smaller, with less muscle, and without therapeutic exercises, his grandmother cautioned (the need for strengthening and massage according to his Grandmother Zoe), would leave him crippled. Even with her ministrations, it'd still be a permanent, but small limp to his gait as he grew. It'd hardly prevent him from running and playing with the other boys and girls of the camp, but would slow him down and, at times, cause him pain.
As soon as she thought he was able, Zoe began manipulating his little leg, bending it, putting pressure against the bottom of his foot so he'd push up against it, massaging it with special oils and creams she had in order to strengthen the leg. It was her hopes, with the proper care. he wouldn't have to wear a brace, if so, only for a short time. As a babe, when his grandmother or mother or father was not available at the moment to massage and exercise his legs, his uncles, Claire's younger brothers, would take over the task. Once he started to learn to crawl and walk, he was fitted with a brace his grandfather made to hold the leg steady and straight. Every night it was removed and the leg was massaged, exercised, and through it all, strengthened.
Playing or swimming with the other boys helped in the development of his leg's strength. If it pained him, his uncles were quick to minister to his pain and help ease it. It relieved the cramping and pain in his leg and for some reason, his immature, uncircumcised cock would grow as well, protruding from his little tummy like a stick on a young tree trunk. Even at age four, it was an inch or so longer than his uncles and the other boys. The older boys seemed to enjoy giving it a proper "massage" as well and Isaiah didn't complain. His giggling and encouragement were a testament to his desire and joy.
Riding his father's horse was great exercise as well and put him on an equal footing with the other lads, although he did have to ride with his father in the saddle. Isaiah was either too small or the horse too big for him. It didn't seem to bother him either way, he enjoyed it.
At age two, Isaiah was gifted with a little brother, Joshua, born in 1926. Joshua was the first of five brothers Isaiah was to have eventually. When Claire was occupied with Joshua, Isaiah's uncles took over his care. Often, they were joined by the other boys in camp, including some older ones. They provided educational experiences Isaiah found most pleasurable.
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Chapter Six
The Early Years
"The boys in our band nicknamed me 'little dipper' not because I loved stuffing my boy-cock up their asses or having mine stuffed with theirs, but because I was unequaled as a pick pocket."
(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)
Life was good for Isiah and his brothers, since David and Claire just couldn't seem to pleasure each other enough, hence resulting in the birth of more siblings for Isiah. It seemed as though his mother was continually pregnant with another small one tugging hungrily at her tit seeking a meal or comfort. By the time Isiah reached the age of six, brothers Thomas (1927) and Jerome (1929) joined Joshua and him. Their life was carefree, playful, and instructional in their games and activities.
A couple of the older boys, around the ages of fourteen or so decided to join in the games they'd notice Isaiah and his uncles, along with some of the other young boys, were engaged in even when they were babysitting Isiah's younger brothers. Isaiah made no objection when they asked if they could fuck his butt. He'd agree if he could do them as well. It turned out rather nicely for him, he thought. He was totally hooked on cock and male to male sex from that point on, taking his opportunities, even at such a young age to insert his penis up the love chute of another boy.
The older boys seemed to be entranced with his young, hairless penis and balls along with his tight, equally as hairless, little rear pucker. They'd spend time sucking, nuzzling, licking his cock, jacking it along with their own and his rear before they'd grease him up and mount him. Isaiah loved the "tickling" feeling he got as a boy would suck on him until he'd shudder in dry release. He was amazed how the older boys, once they shoved forward, embedded deep in his ass, would shudder, cocks swelling, and gasp their release, seeming to flood his intestines with their white, sticky teen cum. He often could feel it running down the crack of his ass, sliding between his legs, and drip off of his immature nuts.
Isaiah was often encouraged to play with the older boy's cocks, bringing them to eruption or suck on them until the same result was reached. After the first few times, he learned to swallow what oozed from their pricks. If the older boys weren't available, he would stuff his young stiffy up the butts of his uncles (and vice versa) or any of the boys his age. By age seven, Isiah really learned to enjoy sex!
His education wasn't entirely of the sexual nature. There was much to be learned in order to survive in the "outside" world and his family undertook every opportunity to teach him the skills he needed, along with the basic "three R's." His father took special time in teaching him all about horses, haggling prices, frugality, recognizing value when seeing it, running a con, and, especially, how to use a knife and throw it. The most important thing David taught Isiah and all of his sons was the love of learning, the continual quest for knowledge. David could see the world changing and wanted his sons to be prepared for the changes to come, some good and some bad.
"You have to always land on your feet while the others stumble and fall," he'd say. "Don't work harder, work smarter. Let someone else do the work while you enjoy the benefits."
But he also taught them hard work pays off and not to be ashamed in doing a full day's work for a full day's wage. David was clever, but watching his sons grow knew they were smarter and cleverer than he and he wanted to develop it and watch it grow.
His Grandmother Zoe taught him the skills of healing, organization, household leadership, and the importance of the family and clan. From her he learned patience, the type of patience so important in life when all others have lost theirs. From his Grandfather Lovell he learned the necessary attributes of leadership, the value of connections with the "gaje" world, the importance of saving your wealth, and the ability to reveal little on your face what your mind was thinking. He also learned of the prejudices toward his people, the stereotype the whites saw, and decided to continue his grandfather's philosophy of helping himself when the opportunity arose.
From them both he learned to never steal from his family or from the clan and to always help the others if they needed it. As far as the "gaje" or white community, there were really no limits!
Claire, pregnant most of the time and finding it somewhat difficult to move about in great crowds while plying her trade, set about teaching young Isiah. It took patience on her part and his part and hours of practice. Once he was able to slip his hand into a bucket of water and withdraw it without causing ripples, she set him about practicing on members of their band of travelers. The other boys and some men, would become upset when he'd pick their pockets and they wouldn't discover it until hours later. Isiah always returned the items, with apologies, but would do it again if he got the chance. There were seldom hard feelings, all of the victims knowing of his mother's talent and could see it developing in him. It never hurt to have band member like Isiah around to help out in "hard times."
At age six, he dipped his first pocket at a county fair and became convinced it was the greatest thing in the world. He also learned not to carry, handing the purse, wallet, piece of jewelry or whatever off to one of his friends, his mother, or even one of his little brothers. He was becoming more skilled and adept than his mother was, making her proud and him as well.
From them all he learned the language and dialect of the Romany the clan spoke and to speak, read, and write American as well. Having the two languages was a definite advantage as he grew.
In 1931, when Isiah was seven years old, his life changed forever.
To be continued:
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