The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts

By: Nicholas Hall
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Chapter 4
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  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.”

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, pillowly 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.

To be continued...

Posted: 12/24/2021