The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts

By: Nicholas Hall
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Chapter 13
The Growing-up Years 

“Summer was busy, that first year on Grandma Watt’s farm, now Daddy’s. It wasn’t all work and no play, however. I saw my first circumcised cock when Uncle Zachary took us swimming the first time at a sand pit about four miles from home. Included in our swimming trips was Gio and my other cousins. Stephen, Patrick, Arthur, Adam, and Jonathon were new to skinny-dipping. Joshua, Thomas, and I were not. Gio loved it when he carried me on his back and I slipped lower, positioning myself, and anchoring deep, jiggling up and down as he walked.”

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts) 

Dorothea noticed the Morell mushrooms, those small, sponge-like, brown to yellow delicious morsels, were starting to pop up when Ben and Darius and their families arrived. She waited a day or so for them to get moved in and settled, somewhat, before requesting David or someone show the young boys what they looked like and where to find them. The season for this particular mushroom was always short and depended on the weather. It generally had to be warm days, with nights above fifty degrees Fahrenheit, and recent rains for the fungi to sprout. The past few days had been perfect for them to make their appearance.

She wanted the mushrooms for drying to use in soups, stews, roasts, and other table fare throughout the rest of the year. The fungi were also delicious dipped in egg, rolled in flour or bread crumbs, and fried. The timber on the property, bottom land and the higher ridges were ideal for the production of the succulent fungi.

Isaiah remembering well Gio’s warning concerning rattlesnakes, quizzed his dad on the subject of snakes. David acknowledged to the boys there was always that danger in this part of the state, but he hoped most of the snakes would’ve left for other parts now that the river high water receded. Yet, he still cautioned them to be vigilant and careful while they searched for mushrooms.

“Look carefully, listen well for strange sounds, carry a big walking stick to use it to push leaves, branches, shrubs, high grass aside while walking and looking for mushrooms, and never step over a log, always on it first, in case there’s a snake on the other side.”

The first couple of times the boys went with David, Zachary and Joseph went along as well. Zachary carried Dorothea’s sawed-off shotgun, secured to his shoulder by a sling. Isaiah didn’t know if Stephen and Patrick were more impressed with the shotgun or more fearful they might see a snake. In the many outings seeking mushrooms for the next week or so, not a snake was seen.

The boys filled buckets full of the yellow morsel, then helped their grandmother wash them to rid them of dirt and pests, and string them on long strings to hang on the back porch to dry. After drying, Dorothea put them in gallon glass jars and secured the lids to keep moisture out. Several meals were made from fresh ones as well. Isaiah particularly loved the Morell mixed in with scrambled eggs for breakfast.

Stephen and Patrick shadowed Isaiah and Patrick, learning and helping as they could in hoeing, planting, and weeding the garden at their grandmother’s and then at the farms they would live in later. For those excursions, either Dorothea or another adult accompanied them to make certain the rows were straight and no seed wasted. Their mothers were busy with the little ones, preparing the meals, doing the laundry, and the myriad of other things needed for life on a farm, including cleaning their new homes and getting furniture for them. The many auctions in the area gave them ample opportunity to purchase furniture from those unfortunate to lose everything to the banks. David, Ben, and Darius were busy with the field work while Joseph and Zachary worked on repairs to the houses and keeping the farm equipment operational. Farm life was a rugged, hard-working life. Everyone contributed, from the youngest to the oldest. Learning to do chores, such as feeding chickens and gathering eggs, and feeding livestock, by the youngsters, freed up the adults to do the field work. Stephen and Patrick were quick learners.

Ben and Darius and their families finally moved to own places. Isaiah thought it was rather quiet around after they left. Joshua, Thomas, and he vacated the caravan and moved back into their own bedroom.

The day was exceptionally warm, or so Zachary thought as he and his brothers decided their nephews and sons, except the very youngest, should be introduced to the BAB (bare ass beach) where they, as youngsters and early teens, learned not only to swim, but also the other equally enjoyable game of dipping, not to be confused with picking pockets or dipping, but into some warm, willing, eager, and damp receptacle, provided one pulled out in time to prevent spilling one’s seed when they were much younger alleviating the possibility of impregnation, leaving them to enjoy only the pure, unadulterated, body-tingly act of fucking!

All of that would come in due time, but first the young boys had to see the place so they could, as they aged, find it unaccompanied and find pleasures in the cooling, relaxing, heat-beating pleasure of skinny-dipping in Campbell’s Sand pit or, known locally as Campbell’s Lake or Bare-ass Beach.

Zachary gathered up towels, a couple of blankets (in case the little ones tired and needed a nap), a jug of lemonade wrapped in a wet burlap bag to keep it cool, several tin cups, figuring the boys would be thirsty, a bag of cookies, and announced he was going for a ride, rounding up Isaiah, Gio (he was visiting at the time), Joshua, and Thomas and heading them toward the car.

“Where are we going?” quizzed the curious Thomas.

“It’s a surprise; but I have to stop and pick up some of your cousins too.”

“Hope it’s not something dumb,” Joshua whispered to Isaiah so his uncle wouldn’t hear him and boot his ass out of the car.

“Don’t think it will be,” responded Isaiah just as softly.

“That’s what worries me,” Joshua whispered back.

Ben’s house was the closest, so they picked up Stephen, Patrick and Arthur. Arthur was the one who asked the same question Thomas asked earlier and received the same answer. Darius’ house was a short distance down the road and Jonathon and Adam were loaded there. Adam asked the same question Thomas and Arthur asked and received the same answer.

Adam just giggled, “I already knew that. Daddy said you have a big surprise for us.”

Zachary had to admit, Adam was his favorite. He was a happy little boy, dark haired, olive complexion and just as cute as a button. Adam just idolized his uncle and would tag him everywhere Zach went if it was possible and permitted. Zach turned down another gravel road.

“I know where we’re going,” Gio giggled in a sing-song voice. “But I won’t tell!”

If Gio knew, Isaiah thought, then he’d been where they were going before. Isaiah wondered why Gio was so happy. He really began to wonder what the “surprise” was when Gio maneuvered his hand, concealing it from those seated nearby, to Isaiah’s crotch and began a gentle, but highly stimulating, massage of Isaiah’s stiffening young cock.

Their destination was less than four miles from Isaiah’s house, the home place, and only a mile and a half or so from Darius’s.

“You’re hard,” whispered Gio, his lips brushing Isaiah’s ear, bringing goose bumps to Isaiah’s body and a twitching to his cock, while continuing to gently squeeze and finger Isaiah’s crotch.

“You got that right,” Isaiah groaned softly.

Zach pulled into an open gate, drove a short distance to a scattering of trees, stopped near a nice sized, but small lake of clear water and announced, “We’re here!”

“Where’s here?” Stephen asked wanting to know what the name of the place was, as he and the others slowly opened the car doors and filed out.

“Campbell’s sand pit, known as Campbell’s Lake,” answered Zach.

“Better known as bare-assed beach,” Gio smirked.

“So, what are we going to do here? Fish?” Patrick, his curiosity blossoming.

“We swim,” came the laughing reply from Zach.

“Yeah,” chimed in Gio, “all naked, nude, bare-assed as the day were born, or whatever else you want to call it. Our cocks and balls exposed the world.”

“Oh, my god!” Stephen sputtered, aghast and embarrassed at the thought of his penis and gonads exposed to the world and vulnerable to any and all sorts of snickers, fondling, or just plain nasty, embarrassing remarks. It would be especially horrendous if there were girls present and they were the ones snickering and pointing their fingers at his dingus. “You mean stripping naked in public and swimming naked where everybody can see?”

“Yep; your fathers did it and your uncles as well. Now you could go in with your clothes on, if you’re embarrassed to bare your pecker to the world,” Zachary answered, motioning the little boys to come to him. “Let’s get you boys naked, okay?”

Thomas, Adam, Arthur, and Adam thought it was a great idea and tremendously naughty so it took little assistance, aside from helping untangle the knots in their shoe laces, to have four little boys stark naked and waiting for their uncle to “join the club,” so to speak.

Gio was naked and Isaiah wasn’t far behind. All he had on was his knife belt when Stephen looked his way. He made no comment, staring at the weapon in its sheath resting just above an unusual looking cock, he thought.

“You carry a knife next to your –thingy?” a wide-eyed and curious Patrick asked.

“It’s called a cock, Patrick, or pecker, dick, dickie, prick, tool, dingus, dong, pisser, peter, rod, knob, and a dozen other names, but not a ‘thingy’!” Isaiah answered in a straightforward manner.

“And I’ll have one too, just like Isaiah,” Joshua answered proudly, now naked as his brother and Gio, “as soon as I can throw as good as Isaiah. He can hit a dollar bill at thirty feet, but he’s working on hitting it at fifty feet. That’s one fucking long throw!”

Patrick had no idea whether it was or not. He’d never seen anyone throw a knife or carry one like the one Isaiah had hooked around his naked waist, pointing down at his hairless crotch where a cock bigger than his wobbled.

Thomas, now naked as well, stood in front of Patrick and Stephen, waggling his hips back and forth making his little boy cock, jutting straight out in front of him about one and half to two inches above two grape-sized balls in a tight sack, mocked his cousins; “Afraid after you’ve seen my big dick, yours’ll be too small?” and giggled suggestively, pointing down at his crotch.

“Don’t you wish,” sneered Patrick, quickly disrobing and waggling his hips back and forth exhibiting a slightly bigger and thicker boys’ tool, also aiming straight out in front of him, returning the taunt, “so there!”

Thomas, ever inquisitive, seeking answers to questions or things he didn’t understand, sort of squatted on his haunches, arms resting on his knees, and leaning his head forward to get closer to the object of his interest, gave careful inspection of Patrick’s cock.

“Hey,” he announced, “your dickie doesn’t have a nozzle on it.”

“That’s because he’s circumcised,” Zachary explained. “So is his brother and cousins.”

“What’s circus sized?” Thomas continued questioning, envisioning clowns, lions, and elephants.

“Not ‘circus sized, but circumcised. He had the ‘nozzle’ removed shortly after he was born. You didn’t.”

“Why?”

Zachary spent a few minutes explaining what circumcision was and why some people decided to have it done to their sons.

“No,” he didn’t know why Uncle Ben and Uncle Darius would have it done to their boys. He knew it wasn’t for religious reasons, but did know it was a growing fad in the United States. Frankly, he thought it was a barbaric practice and thought the rest of the family did as well, noticing his younger nephews when David returned home, but now realized it was not the case.

“So,” Patrick, now curious as well after having his cock inspected and discussed, turned to his Uncle Zach and asked, “Are you –you know- have your nozzle cut off too?”

“Nope!” and started to disrobe.

Stephen slowly removed his clothing as he watched his uncle do the same. He was naked about the same time Zachary was. Stephen sort of held his underwear in front of his crotch hiding his naked boy parts and stared at his uncle’s naked body, one area specifically, the crotch, as a long, thick uncircumcised tubular male appendage sort of hung, long and large over two huge balls in a pendulous sack.

Gio, watching the gob-smacked Stephen stare, commented, “Almost as big as Brutus, right?”

“Bigger,” Stephen gulped.

Thomas, Adam, Arthur, and Jonathon dutifully skipped and hopped behind and alongside their uncle as they giggled, wiggled, and laughed their way to the water’s edge. The lake was relatively shallow in the swimming area and the perfect place to introduce the small boys to the water, Zachary thought.

Gio watched the little ones go to the lake, sort of squatted down, patted his back, and waited until Isaiah put his arms around his neck, and stood up hauling Isaiah with him. Slipping his hands back, he positioned Isaiah’s legs so they were on either side of his body at the hip level, telling Isaiah to grip tight, then Gio reached back behind and cupped Isaiah’s small butt cheeks in his hands, supporting his passenger, and started toward the lake. He could feel Isaiah’s cock sliding slightly up and down his back, the tool hardening more with each step. Gio could have let him slip lower right there on the beach and get fucked but he wasn’t certain how the others might react. Never-the-less, his own cock twitched and tingled all the way to the water.

Stepping into the lake, Gio walked out until he was hip deep, reluctantly released the smooth ass he loved to hold, and Isaiah slipped down into the water. The water provided the buoyant relief to Isaiah’s lame hip so he was able to navigate in the water better than on land with the decreased pressure and pain as his body sort of floated.

“God, it feels so good,” Isaiah giggled, “almost like I’m not crippled.”

“There for a minute I thought you were talking about rubbing your stiffie up and down my back,” Gio teased.

Joshua, now in the water as well, was coming their way but Stephen and Patrick were still standing on shore, looking at the others, and sort of covering their pricks with their hands.

“Come on in!” Joshua shouted.

“We can’t swim,” retorted Stephen.

“We’ll teach you,” shouted Isaiah, waving a hand toward the water, inviting them in, “You’ll love it.”

Swimming in lakes, streams, and rivers was nothing new to Isaiah and his brothers. In the summer and warm spring and fall days, it was there they bathed and played. Their dad and mom taught them to swim and the other boys helped when their folks weren’t around. Isaiah especially liked it when one of the teen boys in camp would slide a hand under Isaiah’s belly to support him and then inch it back until encountering his stiff cock and fiddle with it.

Living and playing near water was something not familiar to either Darius’ or Ben’s families. Hesitantly, carefully, Stephen, then Patrick, entered the water, walking deeper until the water depth reached their balls. Each took a deep breath, sucked in their stomach, and shivered a little as they pissed. Stepping even farther out, the water reached their cocks.

“It feels weird,” Patrick said.

“Really not much different than a bath,” Stephen observed, “but much better,” and lunged toward Isaiah and Gio.

Zachary was busy with Adam, Arthur, and Jonathon introducing them to the water and teaching them how to float. Thomas thought it was fun to watch and, already knowing how to float and swim some, offered to help. Each boy would lean back into Zach’s arms, allowing one of his hands to support his back and the other under his butt keeping him from sinking. Telling them to take a deep breath and hold it, he’d slowly lower his hands as his nephew would float and quickly move them back to keep them afloat. Thomas was able to do the same for each cousin after his uncle showed him how. As the boys became more comfortable in the water, since one remarked it was bigger than the tub they used to have at their other house to take a bath in, he let them romp and play in the shallow water, but stayed in the water with them.

Isaiah and Gio were also trying to teach Stephen and Patrick how to swim as well.

“It’s easy,” Isaiah said. “One of us will keep you afloat until you think you can do it by yourself.”

He turned to Gio, saying, “Let’s show them Gio.”

Gio stepped forward eagerly, Isaiah leaned back as Gio placed one hand under his back and the other under Isaiah’s butt.

“See how EASY it is?” Isaiah exclaimed when Gio’s middle finger went up his butt. Gio just grinned and wiggled the finger.

Gio released him and Isaiah said, “I’ll help Patrick, you help Stephen,” and muttered softly to Gio, “No funny business either.”

Lessons over, it was play-time and the older boys played tag, splashed each other, and just enjoyed the water. Several times, while playing tag or just horsing around, Stephen noticed Gio, under the guise of either Isaiah or he needing to rest, would move to shallower water, get on his hands and knees with just his head out of the water, to allow Isaiah to slide up on his back and rest, belly to back. It didn’t take but one time that happened and Stephen figured out what was going on.

Isaiah would slide up on Gio’s back, but not all of the way. Stephen sort of worked his way around behind them and could see Isaiah’s stiff cock slip up Gio’s butt, the water would ripple around them, until his cousin’s butt cheeks would clench and he’d slide off. Gio seemed to love it and so did Isaiah.

“They’re fucking,” Stephen thought to himself.

Stephen continued to stare at Gio and Isaiah as Isaiah humped away on Gio’s back-side, his cock buried up Gio’s butt-hole. Each thrust forward and back by Isaiah brought ripples to the water around them and caused Stephen’s cock to stiffen and throb even more. They were doing something he’d heard of, even fantasized over, but not witnessed before between two boys. Boys and girls fucked, he knew, in order to make babies and animals fucked for the same reason and, listening carefully to the older boys at his old school, he overheard, on more than one occasion, boys fucked each other for pleasure, but never witnessed either boys and girls or boys and boys fucking! He’d watched, with interest, dogs fucking and once in a while some other creatures, but not humans, especially boys, of whom he was most interested.

As Isaiah slid off of the backside of Gio, Stephen suddenly remembered he was naked and his own tumescence was sticking up like a soldier at attention and exposed to anyone and everyone who happened to be looking his way. He quickly dropped his hands to his crotch in an attempt to conceal his hard-on.

Stephen wasn’t the only one observing Gio and Isaiah copulating or the stiffening of Stephen’s young, hairless, but quite nicely shaped and sized, for his age cock! Adam, nestled naked and covered with a towel was sound asleep on Zach’s equally naked lap, his comfort hindered only by the stiff, long, presence of Zach’s cock growing harder and in sensation, it seems, by the sight of Gio and Isaiah, sliding up his backbone.

“I wonder,” Zach thought, “if Freddy is fucking his nephew on a regular basis?” He concluded, nodding his head, “I’d think the way Gio took Isaiah’s cock, Freddy is up that sweet ass on a regular basis. Freddy always loved to fuck the young ones.”

Zach would know from first hand experience as to Freddy’s preferences. Freddy of “Freddy Fast Fucker,” was in the same grade as David and finished the eighth grade the same year, making his some eight years older than he was. While in school, Freddy would watch to see one of the younger boys ask to go the outhouse and he’d trot along behind. It was rumored Freddy could slip the lads pants down, shove his dick up the boy’s ass, and shoot his load in less than a minute. At the time, Zach was doubtful!

He soon learned differently. After David left home, Augusto and Ardel would send Fred down to the Watt’s farm to see if he could help out. Several weeks zoomed by and the Watt’s boys became accustomed to Fred being around the place. Zach became his shadow, often following Fred into the bushes when he pissed to catch a glimpse of Fred’s larger cock. His action didn’t go unnoticed by Fred who riveted his eyes to the young boys short, uncut cock. It would often stiffen up to a respectable three inches or so before they were done pissing.

Familiarity didn’t breed contempt; quite the opposite! It did get Zach bred though and on a regular basis. Zach loved it when Fred would take his pleasures up Zach’s ass, stuffing his fat, long dick up tight to the younger boys butt cheeks, crotch hairs tickling those smooth, firm cheeks. Neither said a word and no one was the wiser. It continued until Freddy was sent off to jail and didn’t resume once he was out

Zach sighed, shifted his weight a little and felt his cock twitch as it rubbed against Adam’s soft, warm back.

“No,” he thought, “my brothers wouldn’t take kindly to me fucking my nephews.” Given the opportunity he would have a go a young Stephen if he was willing and able to keep his mouth shut, except when those sweet lips were wrapped around his cock.

It was soon time to leave. Isaiah looked to the shore toward the beach when his uncle gave a soft call. Uncle Zachary sat on a blanket on the beach, Adam, covered with a large towel, snuggled up tight to his lap, Arthur under one of Zach’s arms, and Thomas under the other, all three boys asleep, plum tuckered out.

On the way home, Stephen pondered what he’d witnessed Gio and Isaiah doing. He finally shrugged, accepting it.

“At least he wasn’t fucking a goat!”

To be continued...

Posted: 02/18/2022