The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts

By: Nicholas Hall
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Chapter 5
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.

To be continued...

Posted: 12/31/2021