The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts

By: Nicholas Hall
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Chapter 15
The Growing-up Years 

“School started in September and I was placed in the third grade, as Daddy requested, along with Stephen and Gio. The first couple of days, a couple of the older boys, eighth graders, decided to make jest of my limp and taunted me. Gio put a stop to it by simply telling them I was the boy who bashed in his grandfather’s head. He ended it by asking, ‘Should I ask Isaiah to go fetch his shovel?’”

(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts) 

Garrett squirmed, trying to relieve the ache and stress on and in his backside, on the hard, wooden seat of the caravan as he held the reins, moving and guiding the team along. His ass was sore! Not that Matt had a particularly large cock because he didn’t. A little above average, perhaps a little thicker, but it still fit fine. It was the frequency and vigor of his copulation with Garrett!

“Never,” thought Garrett, giving a snap of the reins to move the team along, “did I expect him to have me four times before dawn and in several positions.!”

Garrett just sighed, knowing at days end, they’d be at their destination and Matt Turner would be gone. Hopefully, he’d find someone or multiple “someone’s” to take Matt’s place and fill not only his needs, but his itchy backsides as well. Of course, it wouldn’t hurt if the “someone” was a versatile as Garrett and could give as well as take. Nothing like a warm mouth or tight sheath around a teen cock ready for action and bursting with juice.

When Garrett toped, he preferred the boys’ young, hairless, and uncut, but he’d take a cut boy as well. When he bottomed, he preferred a big, thick cock stuffed deep, but, again, he’d take any cock of any size or thickness if it was available.

Isaiah was barely out of the saddle when Gio raced down the road to greet him. They hugged each other and kissed, behavior which didn’t go unnoticed by Garrett, looking at Gio, dark haired and handsome, wondering if the two were fucking each other and more so, if they’d let him have a go as well.

Garrett wasn’t the only person making observation of the scene unfolding in front of him. Although Zach’s attention wasn’t on Gio and Isaiah since it was known and accepted they were more than just “friends” and no doubt fucking each other like rabbits, but on Garrett Lovell. The closer he inspected Garrett, the stiffer and more engorged Zach’s cock became, wondering, imagining how tight the small, nicely shaped butt Garrett had would be to his thick, long, and eager cock!

The next several days were spent getting the Lovell’s settled in their new home. The caravan was unloaded and stored behind the small barn. Claire was so happy to see her parents, but was concerned over the health of her father. She was assured by her mother, Bill Lovell was on the road to recovery and would do just fine as long as he took it easy for a while.

The Watt’s boys were thrilled to see their Grandmother and Grandfather Lovell and have them living so close. Jerome barely remembered them since he was just two when David moved his family back to Decker’s Corner and the farm. Gideon was just a babe so knew them not.

It’d take some time for David’s brothers and their families to become acquainted and become accustomed to the mixture of English and the Romany languages the Lovell’s and David’s family used so frequently. Many of the words and phrases were familiar to Benjamin and Darius, having heard their mother use them on occasion, but totally foreign to their wives and children.

Several days lapsed as everyone was busy with farm work as well as getting the Lovell’s settled in their new home. It’d be an adjustment and a new experience for them since most of their time previously was spent in travel and living in the caravan. Claire split her time between her own home and her parent’s until she was satisfied Lovell was improving, the house amply supplied with food, and ice for the ice box.

“We’ll have to cut more ice next winter,” she noted to David, “and we’ll have to cut more wood to help keep both homes warm during the winter.”

Isaiah and Joshua would hitch up Ida to the donkey cart and, after picking up Gio, would carry items to the Lovell’s Claire thought they were in need of. Garrett, used to working with horses, had no idea how to care for chickens, milk a cow, feed pigs, or garden. Although his mother and father knew quite well, Lovell, although improving, was in no condition to help. The situation was eased on a hot summer, afternoon when Zach declared he was going swimming. He loaded up Isaiah, Gio, Joshua, Thomas, Stephen, Patrick, and Jonathon into the car and, with begging from Isaiah to take Garrett along, stopped at the Lovell’s.

“Don’t have a swim suit,” Garrett admitted, somewhat disappointed he might not get to go along.

“Don’t need one!” declared Gio. “We all swim bare-assed naked! All you need is a towel to dry your balls and butt with.”

“Everyone?” Garrett squealed in disbelief.

“Yep; everyone!”

Garrett quickly darted his eyes toward Zach. “Even him?” he asked softly, hoping Zach wouldn’t hear him.

“Yep, him to!”

There seemed to be little modesty, Garrett noted, as everyone quickly stripped off their clothes, except for Zach and himself each seeming to take longer, and headed toward the water. Garrett was interested in getting a good look at Gio’s and Stephen’s packages now they were naked. Smooth, hairless, slim of build, firm asses, and three-inch flaccid penises with small pre-teen balls snugged up tight to their crotches. The sight hardened his cock, wondering what it would be like to sink his own maturing cock deep into their nether-parts.

He turned, his own hard five incher decorated at the base with a few sparse hairs, standing straight up, with a small curve near the base, toward his navel, and saw Zach drop his pants and shorts, revealing his large, long, thick cock, flopping lazily against his inner right thigh.

Garrett couldn’t help but stare, his mouth agape, and his own cock seemed to swell even more and twitch! He’d seen his share of cocks before, tasted more than a few, and had several seek a home in his rear end, but never had he seen one this size! His behavior and anatomy didn’t go unnoticed by Zach who stepped forward, reached down and carefully clasped the young teen’s rampant erection in his hand

“Nice!” Zach commented with an admiring smile.

Eyes cast down, Garrett scrutinized the large penis dangling down in front of him, but starting to inflate, below the large balls providing the cannon’s ammunition, and said with amazement and admiration, with a touch of fear perhaps,

“He’s big!”

“Yeah, it is,” Zach returned and wiggled his hips a little causing his cock to wobble to and fro.

“May I?” Garrett asked reaching forward.

“Please do,” responded Zach.

Garrett’s smaller hand slipped under the massive missile, sort of hefting it.

“Heavy!”

“Yeah!”

“Does it grow more?”

“Some; gets pretty stiff too, especially when it’s close to a cute guy with a cock needing sucking and an ass begging for a fucking!”

“Not here?’

“Nah, we’ll find a place and time. No worry! In the meantime, let’s go swimming.”  

Later, that evening, Zach suggested to David and Claire he was going to spend more time at the Lovell house, at least until Lovell was feeling better.

“They need some help with repairs and such and Garrett needs to learn how to do things on a farm. He can handle and care for the horses just fine, but it’s the other things, such as milking a cow, taking care of chickens, pigs, and mending fence to name a few. I can find the time and still get my work done here as well.”

It didn’t take long for both David and Claire to agree. Zach was correct, the Lovell’s hadn’t lived in a permanent location such as a farm for a long time, and Garrett needed to know how to survive in this new world of his. David was concerned the additional work might put too heavy a load on Zach, but Zach assured him it’d be no problem and the size of the load wasn’t so great it couldn’t be handled adequately.

Of course, they were speaking of different types of loads, but David and Claire had no idea Zach thought his load could be handled, given time and experience. He intended on enjoying what he had in mind from top to bottom and thought Garrett would enjoy it as well.

Three days later, after working with Garrett on milking the cow he’d brought over for Lovells, demonstrating how to milk the cow, Zach commented, instructionally of course,

“It’s as simple as jackin’ off, ‘cept instead of using a down stroke to produce the man-milk and holding down as you shoot,, on a cow’s teat, you pull down and squeeze, release after the milk shoots out, and begin again. The cow will give up her milk the same way as a calf sucking on it, pulling, sucking, and squeezing.”

Garrett nodded his understanding, thinking how it might be similar as him sucking Zach’s fat cock.

Taking his place on the milking stool, he extended his hands, gripped two of the cow’s teats, with a tingling and stiffening in his cock since they felt very much like a man’s cock, began, with Zach leaning over his shoulder, Zach’s crotch resting up against his back. It took little imagination to realize the hard, long object pressing up against his back was Zach’s erection.

Zach wanted to suck and fuck the younger lad so bad his balls and cock ached, needing release.

Surprisingly, Garrett was quite successful at milking, eliciting a comment from Zach concerning his skills were probably due to stroking his own or someone else’s stiff cock. Zach let Garrett milk until the cow was done, then carefully opened his fly, slipped his hard cock out, rested it up against Garrett’s neck and cheek, and said,

“She’s done, Garrett, time to give this,” twitching his fat rod up and down, “some attention after you take the milk to the house.”

Garrett turned his head slightly and gave the thick plum-shaped cock knob a lick and slipped his mouth around it, giving a small suck. Zach moaned his approval and desire, but Garrett pulled off and headed to the house with the milk bucket while Zach put the cow out to pasture.

Garrett returned and found Zach naked, standing next to a blanket covered bench, hard cock sticking up in the air, throbbing with his anticipation. Before bending over the bench, Garrett pressed Zach’s penis up against his stomach, noting it extended above the older male’s navel.

“He’s really, really big!” Garrett said, licking his lips and flexing his ass cheeks.

 He stepped over to the bench, dropped his pants, and leaned over the bench He parted his ass cheeks with his hands, looked back over his shoulder, and commanded,

“Put that fat fucker right here and give me a load!”

Zach slicked up his cock with some lotion, pointed his cock-head at the small, brown rose bud opening, and pressed forward.

“It won’t fit!” he complained to Garrett.

“Bull shit!” Garrett growled knowing full well it would since his ass was experienced but not with one that big. He pushed hard back while using his internal muscles like he was taking a shit, and felt the stiff rod penetrate through his anus.

“Oh, shit!” he groaned as the pain hit him. “Hold still, Zach. Don’t push anymore until I get used to it.”

As much as Zach wanted to plunge ahead and take a hard ride, he did as he was instructed. Slowly, inch by inch, Garrett’s ass muscles and intestines flexed, stretched, and accepted the long, thick length until Zach was balls deep and pubic bush tickling Garrett’s ass cheeks.

“Now, fuck me!” Garrett ordered and Zach again, obeyed the young male.

It seemed like but a short time until he felt his balls tighten, his cock swell and throb, and he loosed a torrent of white, sticky juice, so much some leaked out, up Garrett’s sweet, fuckable, ass!

Leaning over Garrett, cock still buried, spurting the last of his offering, Zach murmured, “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you.”

“Me too,” acknowledged Garrett.

Oats were the first agriculture crop to be harvested. The crop was ready before school opened in September and with Garrett handling a team as well as Darius, David, and Benjamin, it didn’t take long to cut, bundle, and stack. From the field, it was hauled to Decker’s Corner where a man set up a steam-driven thrashing machine where it was threshed the oats, loaded into wagons, and hauled back to the farms for storage in the bins. The straw was forked onto hayracks and hauled back to the farms to be used for bedding. Doing oats and the straw was hot, itchy work and at the end of each day, the men and boys stripped off and stood under the spigot on the water tank and rinsed off.

******* 

School was less than two weeks from starting and the boys needed to enrolled. Classes started right after Labor Day in September. The age for admittance into the first grade was six. David was surprised when Lovell approached him, concerning Garrett’s future.

“The boy is bright, David, and has talents beyond others. In today’s world he needs more than just what we’ve taught him. Zoe and I would like him to attend high school.

“How does Garrett feel about it?”

“Oh, he wants to go and thinks it’d be great.”

“I’ll see about signing him up, but I may have to have some records. Logansport, where the high school is located, will want evidence he attended school or passed the eighth grade tests required. He’ll be a tuition student and we’ll have to provide transportation, but it’d be no problem. There are others who go to school there as well. Do you have any records or evidence he went to school before?”

Lovell’s wintered south of the Iowa border in the winter so he was uncertain Logansport would accept him. In fact, the entire time he’d lived with the Lovell Band, David never saw any of the youngsters attend a formal school. They were all schooled by their parents.

In answer to David’s question, Lovell produced copies of Garrett’s grades and curriculum in the eighth grade, presented him with a copy of an eighth-grade diploma, a letter verifying Garrett passed the eighth-grade tests, and a letter of recommendation, signed by a teacher, speaking highly of the talented and bright Garrett Lovell.  They looked quite professional and David thought they’d be accepted. Privately he thought he might have to grease some palms with silver, but Garrett would go to high school.

David registered Isaiah and Joshua and Ben registered Stephen and Patrick with the teacher at their local country school. Stephen had school records to verify his grade level while Isaiah and Joshua didn’t. The teacher didn’t ask for any or dispute where David thought they should be placed. The teacher soon discovered Isaiah and Joshua were extremely bright, as were all of the Watt’s children.

David, Garrett, and Zoe traveled to Logansport and, upon presentation of the material provided by Lovell, and the payment of the tuition, in advance (plus a “little extra for your time and effort”), Garrett was enrolled in high school. He was as happy as sex maniac with a full wallet in a whorehouse.

Within the first week of school, Isaiah became the brunt of attack by two eighth grade bully boys, taunting him concerning his limp and his ethnicity. It was bound to happen, the bullies delighted in it, but really didn’t expect the outcome to be as it was.

Having pestered Isaiah during recess, one of the older boys gave him a slight push. Immediately Isaiah was flanked by his cousins and brother. Stephen on one side of him, Joshua on the other and Patrick next to his brother.

Four small, olive-tanned, dark haired boys stood, hands on their hips, lips pressed determinedly together, resolve on their faces, ready to do battle with the two older boys standing before them, sneers on the faces of the older boys, words of mocking, teasing, demeaning, emanating from their mouths, flowing toward the Watt’s boys; “little crippled gypo boy,” “little step and a half,” “dick-less wimp,” and others came freely from their evil mouths.

Gio, seeing a fight in the offing, not wanting people to get hurt or all of them tossed out of school, hoping he could bring it to a halt before Isaiah stuck one of the bullies with the knife he carried under his pants, stepped in between the two warring parties. Turning to the two bullies, he asked,

“Have you two met Isaiah Watts? He’s the kid who bashed in his grandfather’s head with a shovel. Killed him deader than a four-day fart.”

Pointing to Joshua, Stephen, and Patrick, he continued, puffing up his chest a little, with some pride, and an abundance of warning, “and this is his brother, Joshua, and his cousins Stephen and Patrick. Since I live just down the road from them and seen them in action, I’m willing to be they’re just as fucking mean and dangerous as Isaiah.”

Gio paused, letting his remarks sink in before adding finally, “Should I ask Isaiah to go fetch his shovel?”

The two bullies faces’ blanched, light beads of sweat broke out above their upper lips where faint signs of mustaches were just beginning to form, stepped back, muttered words of apology, and slowly walked away from the small group of Watt’s boys and Gio. As they walked, they kept casting glances over their shoulders, hoping the slight boy and his relatives wouldn’t attack with shovels or any other object which could do massive damage to their bodies.

For those who only heard of Isaiah Watts, since Decker’s Corner was well known for various dangerous and disreputable characters and was a place one trod with caution and never messed with its residents, just saying the name could cause chills to rocket down their spine. At this point in time, throughout the school and community outside of Decker’s Corner, Isaiah Watts and the Watts’ Boys in general became personages one should regard with respect, wariness, and a conciliatory attitude if one valued one’s well-being and safety.

Garrett experienced a similar situation, although not quite as combative or confrontational. The ride he caught each day to Logansport stopped by his house each morning and dropped him off there after school. Two girls and one boy, all three from the Decker’s Corner area, a sophomore and a year older than Garrett, were his traveling companions.

The first two days the ride was in relative silence, at least as far as talking to Garrett was concerned. Beyond exchanging names and where they lived, eyebrows raising when the three learned he was related to the Watt’s Family and noting he lived on one of the Watt’s farms, little else was said.

The third day, on the way to school, the boy, after nervously clearing his throat several times, asked, “Is it true what I’ve heard about you?”

Instantly on guard and suspicious, eyes narrowed, and face hardened, Garrett aske, “Depending on what you heard.”

Now, Garrett was the smallest one of the four and probably could have been thrashed about by one of the bigger girls, but he was related to the Watt’s!

“Well,” the boy continued, swallowing hard and sort of squeaking as he bespoke what he’d heard, “I heard you and your parents were waylaid by a bunch of thugs before you came here and you stabbed some with a knife you carry, darn near gutted a guy with your knife, and cut the nuts off of another man with an axe?”

The car was quiet, as quiet as a mouse pissing on cotton! His answer might determine how he was treated in the future, either make or break him in the eyes of classmates and school mates, or mark him as a person not to fuck with!

Garrett smiled, a cold, thin, almost threatening, satisfied smiled, as if what was rumored just might be true and woe be the person testing his limits!

The boy looked at him with a bit of trepidation and uneasiness as he awaited the answer. The girls sort of shrunk back into the car seat while the driver slowed, sort of tipping his head so as not to miss a single bit of the conversation.

“What do you think?”

To be continued...

Posted: 03/04/2022