Private Journal of Isaiah Watts Chapter 13-14
The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts
Volume One
Copyright© 2020 – Nicholas Hall
Chapter Thirteen
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 him 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 boy's 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!"
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Chapter Fourteen
The Growing-up Years
"Who he doesn't gut," Matt proclaimed, "I'll shoot and this one," pointing at Joshua who now held his stiletto in his hand, "will cut your peckers off and nail it to a tree as warning to others to stay away from us."
"Can't I cut their dicks off before you shoot them?" pleaded Joshua waving his knife menacingly toward the teens.
(The Private Journals of Isaiah Watts)
Summer, the first summer living on the farm, was filled with new and exciting adventures! The most significant for Isaiah was living in the same place with a permanent roof over his head for an extended period of time. His life, up to this point, was that of a nomad, a member of band of travelers who moved, it seemed, on a daily basis.
Now he shared a room with Joshua and Thomas rather than the caravan with the whole family and he had new cousins and others to play with. These cousins were "Watts" cousins not "Lovell" cousins. He did miss Grandmother and Grandfather Lovell terribly and visiting Uncle Abram, but was assured by his mother they'd visit someday "when things settle down."
Yet, given all of that, nothing could be better than having Gio as his very best friend; a best friend who'd know your deepest darkest secret and not give a shit!
Zachary took his nephews swimming once a week when the weather permitted, exposure to the sun while swimming and working outdoors browned their olive-colored skin even more. The family attended some community activities, a couple of fairs, and drove to Davenport one day to see a large carnival down by the river. Of course, they didn't return home penniless! With Clarice, Isaiah, and now Joshua plying the family trade, it was well worth the trip! Gio continued to take off with his Uncle Freddy for several days about once a month. He always returned happy, but said nothing about what they did.
Isaiah and Joshua learned to shoot the .410ga shotgun and the .22cal rifle in anticipation of hunting rabbits, squirrels, pheasant, and quail during the fall hunting season. They weren't permitted to use the weapons without their father or one of their uncles with them.
It wasn't all play and relaxation for the Watts boys and their cousins. Those who were old enough helped in the gardens and assisted their parents and grandmother, not only in helping care for their younger siblings, but livestock needed caring for, and the gardens, at all three farms, were constantly in need of weeding and harvesting the vegetables produced on them. A large strawberry patch at the home place (David's), along with weeding, provided all families with fresh berries, pies, and jars of strawberry jam made by Grandmother Watts with the help of her grandchildren. The raspberry patch and blackberry patch provided fruit for jars of jelly and jams as well. Most of the small jelly jars were sealed with a thick layer of paraffin, melted and poured onto the top of the jelly, and then closed with a lid.
It was Isaiah's job to organize the "garden" crew to weed, hoe, and harvest the crops. He'd hitch up Ida to the donkey cart, put in rakes, loppers for cutting branches, hoes, and a couple of shovels, and Joshua and he'd head out to pick up Stephen, Patrick, and Jonathon and drive to the garden needed attention, as determined by their grandmother and their fathers. Technically, Jonathon was five but so close to six it was determined he'd be able to assist the others.
The combined gardens, the largest at the home place, contained a variety of vegetables including green beans, potatoes, onions, tomatoes, cucumbers for pickles, sweet corn, lima beans, cabbage, rutabaga, turnips, pumpkins, carrots, peppers, acorn squash, popcorn, lima beans, peas, melons, and other items for fresh use, canning, and storage. All three places had rhubarb and herb gardens as well. Walnuts, Pecans, and Hickory nuts would be gathered in the fall and added to the larder, the meats picked out and stored in glass jars with lids twisted on tight to keep the moisture out.
Benjamin's place had two really nice cherry trees which yielded an abundance of pie cherries which became pies and canned cherries for future use. Between the three farms, pear trees, several varieties of apples, white peaches, and grape vines would provide fruit when ripe. Many of the apples not canned as applesauce or apple butter, would be dried or stored in the root cellars or "caves" on the three farms. Those same root cellars would hold potatoes, squash, and canned goods not stored in the homes since they were well-insulated with dirt and dug into the ground and built of concrete or brick, and wouldn't freeze. Those same root cellars also served as storm shelters as well.
David continued to attend various auctions in the area as farms and homes were closed and the owners sold out. Always with an eye to the future, if a parcel of land or some particular item would prove useful to the survival or betterment of his extended family, David would make the purchase. One day he came home with two large cast iron kettles, probably holding between five and ten gallons each.
Questioned what he intended to do with them, he responded, simply, "render lard!" With a wink toward Claire and knowing grins from Isaiah and Joshua, continued, "They didn't cost us a dime."
An older couple, Maurice Potter and his wife, struggling on their small farm of forty acres about a mile across the section and on the next one, approached David and inquired if he was interested in buying the property. Their daughter, living on a property near Iowa City, wanted them to come live with her since it was difficult, because of various infirmities coming with old age, for Maurice and his wife to care for the property and the land. The price was right and David bought the place.
Summer was busy on the three farms and got even busier! In August, David received a telegram from Abram Saunders. It read simply, "Lovell here. Not well. Zoe, Michael, and Garrett with them. Can you come?"
There was no hesitation on the part of David in replying he'd be there as soon as possible. Claire was worried and asked him to bring them back here to their place so she could help take care of her father. A quick conference with his brothers where he relayed his in-laws needed his help and his intention to bring them back to Decker's Corner would involve getting the Potter place ready for occupancy. It was a two-bedroom house, small but adequate, and could be made livable with little effort since the Potter's took relatively good care of it. He figured Claire and he'd have enough put by to feed them and his family during the winter.
"We've lived on less."
Ben and Darius didn't doubt it since during the years they were home and Neville lived, times were tough! Now, however, they often speculated where and how David obtained his cash dollars. They also noticed he tended to carry a pistol when away from the farms, concealed of course. They also witnessed regular practice by Isaiah and Joshua throwing their knives and how they were teaching young Thomas to use one as well. Isaiah was seven going on eight, Joshua five going on six, and Thomas, four going on five. Even though all three were young, Ben and Darius thought their nephews experienced some difficult times in the past and were very adept at preparing for any in the future. Given what Isaiah did to their father, there was no doubt in their minds the lad was experienced beyond his years!
David took Isaiah and Joshua with him in the automobile. He reasoned his father-in-law had his horse-drawn caravan and Garrett and Michael could use some help getting it and any livestock to Decker's Corner. Claire packed a large lunch and jugs of water for their meals and the boys each carried a sack with clean clothes. It'd take a long day's drive to get to Saunders' place and several days for them to bring back the caravan. David would bring Lovell and Zoe in the car and leave before the boys.
The drive to Saunder's place west of Burlington did take all day and into the evening. They arrived around eight. David was relieved to be there, not only because he'd be able to see the condition of his father-in-law and help them, but he'd been uncomfortable at times on the drive.
Unemployment and businesses closing, plus people losing their homes or farms because of the Depression, brought out, in many cases, the worst in people and not the best. These were the beginnings of desperate times and David knew well desperate times brings about desperate measures on the part of certain types of individuals.
Small groups of men, traveling or standing about in various towns, large and small, or alongside the roads, caused him worry for the safety of his boys and himself. His pistol would be sufficient, but the two boys, with only a knife apiece for protection, could be overcome. He wished now he'd packed the .410ga shotgun. They both knew how to use it. Even with just knives, he knew his sons would take at least a couple of assailants with them if they were over-run. Isaiah and Joshua, young as they were, were streetwise and capable of slitting a man's gut without hesitation if need be. Isaiah, bashing Neville's head in with the shovel, was proof of that! They'd only get one chance, however!
David didn't know what weapons Lovell might have, if any. He pondered sending his pistol with the boys but decided to see if Saunders might have something he could purchase instead.
Isaiah and Joshua, anxious to see their grandparents, worried over the condition of their Grandfather Lovell, raced ahead of David to the house. Abram answered the door and after a quick hug from the boys, pointed toward the bedroom where Lovell rested.
"What's going on?" David asked as he met with Abram.
"Lovell's been pretty sick and well-bashed about from an encounter with some ga'je thugs. Michael was banged up as well."
"What the hell happened?"
"We were attacked by a group of unemployed, worthless sons-of-Satan," Michael answered from the bedroom doorway. "Four white ga'je showed up at our campsite and intended to rob and do us harm. Poppa took the worst of it."
"By the looks of you," David responded, looking at Michael, with an arm in a sling, bandages plastered on his face and hands, "you didn't do much better."
With a tilt of his head, Michael, said, "Come into the bedroom, Momma, Poppa, and Garrett are in there."
Isaiah and Joshua were now standing beside the bed, after being hugged by Zoe, speaking softly to Lovell. Lovell, covered with a blanket, was propped up by a couple of pillows, and smiling at his grandsons. His head was bandaged and he also had an arm in a sling. Zoe was beside the bed and Garrett was by her side.
Isaiah and Joshua's eyes were misted from the tears they shed upon seeing the condition their grandfather was in.
"My dear grandsons," Lovell was saying in a soft and weakened voice, "you bring joy to my heart and strength to my body. Don't worry so; all will be well. Grandma Zoe is taking good care of me."
Zoe patted his good arm. "He's a few broken ribs, some cuts and bruises, and a broken arm, but those will heal in time." Looking at David, she continued, "It's his heart we need to be concerned about."
"His heart?" David sputtered, not knowing what the devil was wrong with his father-in-law's heart.
"Yes," Zoe explained, "he's had a weak heart the last couple of years after a spell he had while down south one winter. The doctor told him then he had to slow down. But you know Bill, just had to keep busy. He had another spell during the attack and couldn't fight the men off."
Sympathetically, yet with great concern, David asked, "What happened, really?" A glance at Isaiah's face gave concern his son was already plotting some sort of revenge for those miscreants doing harm to his grandfather!
"Such a young boy," David thought, "to be plotting such a deed," for he knew Isaiah was a quiet and patient warrior.
David and his sons listened quietly as Zoe, Michael, and Garrett told the tale of what happened four nights previously. Four men, well into their cups, spotted the Lovell caravan pulled off of the road into a copse of trees. Thinking the Gypsy wagon alone would be an easy target, the four stopped, left their car parked on the road, and approached the camp on foot.
Zoe wasn't aware of their presence since she was busy setting up camp, until they were almost in the campsite. Looking at them, she assumed they were without work and, noting the look on their faces also assumed they were coming to visit and have a cup of tea. The leader of the bunch demanded gold and jewels he assumed the Lovell's had since, in his mind, all Gypsy's had gold and jewels tucked away.
Zoe, hoping to dissuade them and change their minds, acted ignorant, claimed to have no money as well, offered to fix them something to eat.
They were not to be satisfied with food, preferring money instead. One commented, "if they don't have any money, maybe we could just take it out in trade, even if she is an older lady." He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and started to stroke it to get it hard.
Zoe screamed for help, alerting Lovell, Michael, and Garrett. Garrett was busy pissing off in the bushes and couldn't respond as fast as Lovell and Michael. The two encountered the four men and the fighting began. The four quickly subdued Lovell, not realizing he'd had a heart spell, and started on Michael when Garrett made a bee-line around the caravan, racing toward the men. Not bothering to stop, he jammed his stiletto into the asses and thighs of two of the men, causing blood to gush out onto their pant legs and howls of pain. A third man made a grab for him but was thwarted by getting his hand skewered by the long, thin, knife blade and a jab in his side by the same blade.
Garrett broke away and pursued by the fourth man ran around behind the caravan. The fourth man, rounding the caravan expecting to grab and pound the smaller lad, was met by a charging, screaming, axe-waving Garrett. The man stumbled, then swapped ends and headed back toward his crippled companions, now fending off Zoe, armed with a club, was using their bodies as a drum-head.
"Run you bastards!" Garrett howled threateningly, "I'm going to chop off your dicks and then your balls!"
"Good thinking," David commented interrupting the narrative. "That was an awfully brave thing to do, Garrett," considering the size and weight of the teen. Garret was slight of build, light, almost lithe in build, not overly muscular, yet not spindly. At first glance, one might see him as quite vulnerable and incapable of putting up a strong defense. It'd be an underestimation on any opponent's part! The lad was smart and full of ingenuity and not to be taken lightly. What he might lack in brawn, he made up for in brains, a quick mind, an active imagination linked to common sense.
"What else could I do?" Garrett answered. "They were attacking Momma, Poppa, and Michael."
"Momma and Poppa?" spouted an astonished Isaiah.
"Yeah!" answered Garrett. "Why?"
"I thought you were my cousin!"
"Nope!" David responded. "He's your Momma's youngest brother."
"But, he's not much older than me."
"Six or seven years, Isaiah," was David's chuckled response. "He sort of came along late in life for Grandma and Grandpa. Didn't you know that?"
"No," said an almost disbelieving Isaiah. "But, I'm happy he's my uncle now."
Garrett was the one who seemed to be the person who, when Claire was busy with the little ones, took care of Isaiah. Isaiah seemed to be his favorite, in fact. When they went swimming, he was the one who taught Isaiah to swim, holding him belly down in the water, hands underneath supporting him, while he kicked his feet and moved his arms. Many times, Garrett would let his hand slide back and carefully cup and fondle Isaiah's immature cock and balls giving Isaiah a great deal of pleasure in the process. Towel-dried by Garrett, Isaiah enjoyed having the older boy make certain in little boy parts were fully dried and fondled in the process. Isaiah didn't mind and Garrett seemed to love it.
There were other sexual adventures Garrett also introduced Isaiah to. Isaiah remembered the first time Garrett stuffed his growing and spurting cock up his butt and fired off inside him. It was just after Isaiah turned six and Garrett's teen cock was eager for a place to give it some relief. Isaiah was happy to oblige! It felt good, made him feel full, and made his own little pecker stiff and twitchy.
Isaiah's thoughts were interrupted by David asking Zoe if Lovell would be able to travel on the morrow. Before Zoe could respond, he offered,
"I had a mind on taking you and Bill with me in the car to Decker's Corner in the morning, where Claire can help take care of you and having Isaiah, Joshua, Garrett, and Michael bring the caravan and the extra horses. It'd appear, however, Michael may have to go with us and the other three bring the horses and caravan."
Zoe nodded, understanding David's unspoken, but real dilemma. "Our goal, originally, before the attack, was to come to your place and hopefully spend the winter. It's just too rough out there and resources limited for us to travel farther south. The rest of the family, including Jacob, are dispersed with their families to other places. Hopefully to keep a low profile and survive. After we were attacked, I knew I had to get us here since Bill and Ruth have been so kind over the years and I knew he'd notify you we had some trouble."
"Michael has insisted he'd be able to sit astride a horse if someone could handle the team pulling the caravan. Garrett is quite capable if Isaiah and Joshua could help with the stock. Problem is, I don't know how much help Michael would be if they met some strangers who intended to do them harm, such as happened to us."
Ruth and Abram, standing in the bedroom's open doorway, listening to the conversation caused Ruth to interject, "Matt has volunteered to help out. He'd take the train back here once Bill and Zoe were safe in Decker's Corner. He knows all of the back roads and can keep the boys safe from cities and towns by avoiding them."
The plan was fine as far as David was concerned, but he still had some misgivings over the safety of his sons. Before retiring for the night, he asked Abram if he had any weapons the boys might be able to use he could purchase or perhaps borrow.
"I've a short-barrel double 20ga. Shotgun they could handle," Abram offered. "I'll sell it to you cheap, so it's yours if you want it. Any one of the three could offer a threatening and effective deterrent from any person intent on doing them harm."
"Done!"
David also withdrew the cash, gold and silver coin, Abram was holding for him in the large safe. He reasoned, with the extra mouths to feed and responsibilities he'd have now he was bringing his in-laws to live with them, he'd need it.
"Besides," he made mention to Abram, "we don't know how long this Depression is going to last. Cash is damned scarce and I don't trust a bank. I'd rather trust my pistol and the boy's knives to safeguard what I have."
Dawn was barely breaking when David, Lovell wrapped in a blanket, Zoe sitting by his side in the back seat, and Michael in the front seat, over his objections, headed the car toward home. Zoe had her medicine bag with her, well-stocked with various herbs, powders, and potions from her supply in the caravan. Before leaving, she'd dosed Lovell with some powder infused in a cup of water to help him rest on the journey.
Matt supervised, as if he needed to, the harnessing and hitching up of the team of horses pulling the caravan. Watching the boys, he couldn't help but be struck by the smallness of the lads, dwarfed by the large horses. Yet, the three showed no fear, were firm and commanding of the critters, and definitely knew their way around animals. Still, the boys seemed so small! After all, almost six, almost eight, and barely thirteen are not ages, at least in the cities, when boys of those ages would be capable or expected to possess the knowledge and skills these boys did. Their early years were certainly spent in a different environment and culture than he had.
Caravan hitched, spare team tethered to the rear, water and oats loaded, Matt mounted one of the saddle horses, tied the rope stringing the other saddle horse to his, gave a wave of his hand signaling Garrett, handling the reins on the caravan, to move out and head toward Decker's Corner. When they stopped, which they'd do periodically to rest and water the horses, he'd saddle the smaller mare tethered to his, so one of the boys could ride, instead of all three on the seat of the caravan.
He kept them to the back roads well away from most small towns, but not all, and all of the cities. His goal was to make about twenty miles per day, arriving at the Watt's farms in three days. The first day and night they had no problems. Garret, quite accustomed to handling the team, spent most of the day driving, allowing Isaiah to spell him on occasion so he could rest his arms. Matt shortened the stirrup straps so they would better accommodate Isaiah's shorter legs when he rode. Joshua preferred riding on the caravan rather than ride the horse.
The end of the second day, still some twenty miles from Decker's Corner, when they'd made camp, Joshua, sharp-eyed as he was, noticed some movement in the tall brush and trees near their campsite.
Saying nothing aloud, he casually walked toward Isaiah and smiling as if he was telling a story, softly said in Romany, "There are ga'je in the bushes and trees watching us. Better get ready for trouble."
Isaiah, laughing aloud, stood and walked around the caravan feigning the need to take a leak.
"Hey, Garrett," Joshua said aloud, "Remember when we camped near that creek when the ga'je boys went swimming with us and we laughed at their little dicks?"
It never happened and Garrett knew it. He did recognize Joshua's warning there was trouble nearby and noticed Isaiah was gone and the window of the caravan was open.
"Matt," he whispered, "we have company. Don't react, just be ready if they decide to make trouble."
After alerting Matt, Garrett wandered off to the side, leaving Matt and Joshua standing near the caravan and their cooking fire.
Five older teen boys emerged from the trees and walked toward the caravan.
One of the five muttered, "They're fucking Gypsies."
"Told you they were," responded another. "Saw them go around the town didn't I?"
"I hear Gypsies take only gold coin so they must have a bunch," exclaimed a third.
"So," Matt greeted as they approached the campfire, "what can we do for you boys?"
"You can give us your money," threatened the apparent leader.
"Yeah, and we don't have little dicks," growled another, opening his fly and pulling his cock out.
Matt made no mention of the exposed penis, but said instead, "Sorry, can't do that!"
"Why the hell not?'
"'Cause you'd have no pockets to put it in."
"Yeah, sure. Don't fucking see that happening!"
"Oh, I do," a young voice shouted from the caravan.
Five heads turned toward the caravan to see a double-barreled shotgun poking out the window and pointed in their direction.
"This scatter gun ain't particular what it blows away when I pull the trigger," Isaiah declared. "If I aim it at your front and shoot it, it should just about tear the guts out of at least two, maybe three of you. There goes your pants pockets, smart asses!"
The five would be thieves, had their attention diverted and failed to notice Matt unholstering his pistol.
"Who he doesn't gut," Matt proclaimed, "I'll shoot and this one," pointing at Joshua who now held his stiletto in his hand, "will cut your peckers off and nail to a tree as warning to others to stay away from us."
"Can't I cut their dicks off before you shoot them?" pleaded Joshua waving his knife menacingly toward the teens.
There was a distinct sound and associated rank, foul smell emanating from someone in the ranks of the young would-be bandits. In addition, there was evidence at least one pissed his pants!
"Appears to me," drawled Matt, "you boys have lost your appetite for thieving. I'd suggest you hike yourself back from where you came and bother us no more. Can't guarantee how patient the lad with the shotgun will be if you don't, or him," again pointing at Garrett standing off the side of the caravan quietly swinging an axe back and forth, back and forth and evil grin and threatening look on his face as if waiting for the opportunity to begin lopping off appendages.
Suddenly, it was just Matt, Garrett, Joshua, and Isaiah left in the small clearing.
"Guess they had somewhere else to be," giggled Garrett.
Night noises, crickets, frogs, the soft, incessant buzz of insects, and an occasional "hoot" of an owl weren't the noises keeping Matt awake nor was it the confrontation with the young bandits earlier in the evening. It was desire; desire he didn't really dare act upon, unless the other party was willing.
"No," he thought, "I'll just spend an extra day in the Davenport area and find myself a playmate for the night. The thought did little to reduce the hardness in his groin, pressing up against his undershorts, and jeans. Deciding to relieve himself, temporarily, of his urges and seek sexual release, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his hard cock.
Barely had he taken himself in hand when he saw movement from under the caravan where Garrett was bedded down for the night; the young lad fixed in Matt's mind as being the object of masturbatory fantasy. Isaiah and Joshua were bunked in the caravan and asleep, he hoped.
Matt watched, thankful a blanket covered him, as Garrett made his way quietly through the darkness to stand beside him. Garrett stood, momentarily, looking down at Matt, long enough for Matt to discern the thirteen-year-old was dressed only in his undershorts, before the teen bent over, lifted Matt's blanket, and slid in to join him.
Laying his head on Matt's shoulder, mouth near the older male's ear, soft breath tickling the flesh, Garrett whispered, "I've watched you watching us and I think you like boys."
His small, warm hand drifted down Matt's front until it encountered the exposed hard cock poking out from the front of Matt's jeans. He clasped the warm, soft, still, velvety smooth uncut cock in his hand while he whispered, again in Matt's ear,
"Now I know you do!"
His breath, coming in wispy, erotic, cock-hardening erotic puffs, tickled the hairs in Matt's ear, sending shivers of anticipation and lust through Matt' body, causing his cock to swell and jump in the young hand. Garrett snuggled in closer, while Matt put his arms around the lad, sliding his hands down his back, slipping them inside the shorts, and cupping the small, firm, smooth butt-cheeks in his hands.
Garrett, sighing at the unspoken signal to continue, moved his head down to Matt's crotch. Soft lips and a moist mouth made Matt inhale and suck his stomach in, knowing the sexual pleasure awaiting him! Moving his hands from Garrett's butt, he placed them on the teens head, encouraging him to do what they both seemed to want to do.
Garret's lips, rounded and stretched to accommodate the adult phallus, slid the foreskin down, revealing the swollen, throbbing cock-head. His tongue swiped gently, erotically around, over, and between the flared glans, until he tickled the piss-slit with his tongue, barely entering, bringing a gasp of pleasure from Matt.
Up and down on the stiff, velvety, swollen shaft, as far Garret could go without gagging, up and down, up and down, sucking slightly on the way up, slowly and sensuously, until Matt whispered,
"Careful, I could easily shoot a load."
Garrett pulled off abruptly, turned on his side with his buttocks toward Matt, pulled down and wiggled out of his undershorts, and said,
"Shoot in me!"
Matt swiftly put the head of his dick at Garrett's anal rosebud and began to push. The tight, but not so tight entrance yielded slowly, but yield it did, indicating to Matt he wasn't the first to fuck this delightful young hole. Touching, feeling where his cock was now buried deep in Garrett's butt, Matt then turned his attention to the front, moving his hands and arms around Garret's slim waist and small frame to the stiff, four to five inch hard teen cock, almost begging for attention and began to pump his hips and masturbate the lad at the same time.
He felt his balls churning, his cock swell, and spurts of his man-juice began firing off deep in Garrett's bowels, filling them and dripping out thick, white, and sticky around Matt's stiff, pumping shaft as it moved back and forth stroking the Garrett's prostate, bringing him to orgasm as well. Even when finished, cock still sensitive, Matt remained erect and inside Garrett's butt, announcing only by an occasional twitch of his large penis, he was not done yet.
"Let me rest a minute, and I'll fuck you again!"
Garrett turned his head, grinned, and responded, "As many times as you want!"
To be continued:
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