The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts

By: Nicholas Hall
(© 2021 by the author)

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Chapter 6
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 boys cocks, bringing them to eruption or suck on them until the same result was reached. After the first few time, 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 was 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...

Posted: 01/07/2022