Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2019 16:58:16 +0200 From: wise owl Subject: Watching Daddy (part ten) for gay/incest Reader Note: This is a love story pure and simple. A loving tribute to a dad from his son. If this offends you- and by that I mean male sexuality in all its fullness, if you are not of legal age, then please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at wiseoldowl@gmx.com Please give to Nifty, your support keeps it going! My dad's early years before meeting my mum can be read at: www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/the-life-and-times-of-natural-noodle **Please read all earlier parts in the directory before this section** Watching Daddy Part Ten: A kind reader wrote me and asked if there was any part of my dear dad that I did not find riveting and enthralling. No, I had to say...his whole body was a visual delight. At my young stage of life as I listened to that "daddy's long ago olden day's" story from his youth, I was so taken by the fact that so many others were drawn to my daddy even when he was just like me...and that really made me so alert and overjoyed. He was my about height, similar build and at the beginnings of his school career and very much somebody I would have been friends with if he and I met back then in his "olden day's". Oh, bliss! That night after Mavis left and I was in bed listening to that tale of the barn and hearing about Hungry Eyes and Gail...well, it just swept over me like a warm and wonderful wind. I drifted along and I too was in the barn watching them. Me the ever present, always hungry voyeur was there watching and enjoying the scene play out. How I loved daddy getting naked, better yet...being stripped! Even at that stage of my life, I loved the idea of gentle force being applied to my daddy and his body. The other people taking charge of him...made me lightheaded with glee! Daddy bent closer to me and continued the tale of old. "The two nearly knocked me down. They really raced to undress me. I think Hungry Eyes literally ripped my brown leather school shoes off my feet without doing the laces. The grey wool knee socks must have been a challenge since I knew I had new elastic tops stitched in recently and they really stayed up. He darn near pulled my legs off. He as per normal, made sniffy sounds and said my feet and socks were stinky. He waved a sock of mine around and Gail grabbed it. She had a sniff, too! But Tony, I knew he liked the smell, he smelled the other again when he thought I was not looking but I was! He loved it and I knew it! The tugging and pulling sensation of hands all over me was fascinating! I'd had my big bossy sister, your Auntie Rosie, well, she stripped me many times. But this was a first, being stripped by two older pupils I knew from upper school. Fascinating! Now Gail had undone my shirt very quickly and was the winner and just waited for Hungry Eyes to finish and looked at my hairless chest with interest. She studied me like fine art. The unveiling of my now famous noodle and pale arse was giggled filled and tickle laden. Gail was very pleased to have this task and relished in it. I just stood in my short trousers and boxer shorts and let her do her worst. Hungry Eyes knelt, right in front of my middle and waited...just like the Big Bad Wolf! Then he just gawked as my trousers and then old boxers came down with a few good yanks and fingernail scrapes all along my skinny legs by busy Gail. I leaned against the old stall wall as she worked the pair of underwear and short school trousers over my pink bare feet one at a time. Naked and ready I stood. I planted those small bare feet on the dusty wooden floor and felt bits of tickly straw attacking my tender toes. I crossed my arms over my smooth chest and jutted my hips forward and my miniature "wiggly noodle" nearly slapped old Hungry Eyes on the nose. Gail gathered up the clothing I had been wearing and put it on the little old stool I used. The two looked very pleased; each ogled me from toe to top. But I saw their eyes, their eyeballs kept landing on my noodle...my slender sheathed noodle was very much the star...I could tell! I was ready for any challenges they had in mind. I was so innocent and completely at ease and ready to do my best to impress! Gail said I was covered in little golden fuzzy hairs all over. Hungry Eyes agreed and he took his dirty hand and rubbed it over my mid-chest which made me giggle. He said, "It's soft and a little fuzzy. You feel his chest now." And Gail did with her index finger and I giggled again. I liked being the focus of their attention and had no intentions of doing anything other than smiling like a Halloween Pumpkin and letting them challenge me in any way that they saw fit. They were older and bigger and I needed to prove I was just as bold as they were, maybe more so! I danced around as per their direction as they clapped. They goaded me to do this or that and I ate it up. I loved showing off my athletic prowess in my birthday suit. I climbed the old rope like a monkey-way up high, did a good headstand while the eager and very helpful Hungry Eyes held my now dusty bare feet aloft. He gripped fiendishly with his grubby hands and tickled with his unkempt nails along my tender small soles as he intently peered down at what I proudly showed in my upside down split pose. I was Natural Noodle and my tricks and talents were for all to see! Gail shouted I should do another headstand with Hungry Eyes was holding my feet..I held it for about 3 or 4 minutes, which was more of a foot tickling time for Gail to watch as I squirmed like mad trying to not topple over as Hungry Eyes really dug those nails into my feet! My gangly legs were split wide and splayed a view of my arse crack and my pink hole. I finally toppled over. The two came up with various challenges again. Climb the robe. Higher. Higher. Dance a jig. The new dance elicited giggles and finger points as my foreskin abundant noodle bounced and flopped and my little sack jiggled like a bag of spare pennies. But I was not deterred. They had about an hour of this requesting and me fulfilling and then all of a sudden Gail dashed off. Not a word, just a huge laugh of glee. Hungry Eyes helped me locate all my clothes in the stack on the stool. He was not so tough once it was just us alone. I felt he was a friend- an older friend by about 5 years, but a friend none the less! I had shown my very best Natural Noodle tricks to him and he seemed pleased with my bravery and brassy ways. We did not talk much, he helped button my shirt as my hands were so sore from the rough rope I climbed a few times. As I sat on the stool and pulled on each sweaty grey wool sock over my very dirty feet, he just leaned on the stall of the old barn and watched me. I know he liked my well shaped, highly nimble small feet; I just knew it from the way he looked at them bare and as I pulled on those woollen knee socks! I laced my leather shoes and stood, now dressed and ready for Bossy Rosie's daily inspection. He gathered my homework books and handed them to me, very Sir Lancelot like. He came from a very poor and sometimes violent family and I knew that's why he looked so unwashed and unloved. I was so happy he actually seemed to want to be around me. His Big Bad Wolf eyes seemed more attentive, definitely curious and maybe still just a little hungry, too! I remember his rather croaky voice saying, "I'll come back again you know. You are so kooky but rather fun to watch. You're different from me. You've got all that long dangly skin on your thingy." I said, "I think all guys have it all covered up like mine. I call mine a noodle, not a thingy." "Not me. Mine was too tight and they snipped it off when I was very young. I don't even remember it. Yours is so long and has all that extra skin over the top. It looks kinda almost too long with all that extra skin hanging. The pee part is all hidden away." Hungry Eyes said as we walked away from the old barn. I knew he'd come back and he did, lots!" Daddy finished his tale. I looked at daddy with a quizzical expression. "Why was he asking about your noodle, I mean penis? Was he really very curious?" I asked with my eyes drooping. "He was different, like you, he had been snipped or circumcised as a young one. He had no brothers at home and he was fascinated by my extra silky skin. So since he had no extra skin of his own and I had and still have lots, he was very curious about it and all the hidden mysteries that were in the skin folds of my noodle, shall I say? As you well know! You rascal!" Daddy said pinching my nose again playfully. I heard mummy shout she was home and daddy hopped up off my bed and greeted her in the hallway outside my door in full view. They kissed. He's robe still open and her arms all around him, under the robe I may add and obviously stroking his strong naked fuzzy ass cheeks! They separated and Mum dashed in, still all dressed and hair looking perfect from her salon visit. She gave me a kiss and cuddle. Daddy had vanished and my bedroom was left in partial darkness as mummy got ready for bed. My door was open a crack as usual and I heard mummy finish and retire to the bedroom where daddy awaited. I lay in that no man's land between sleep and awake. I pictured daddy young like me and Gail and Hungry Eyes ordering him about, fully naked- natural and him just loving it. And then Hungry Eyes, wanting to know more about my daddy's noodle and full well knowing he did come back...lots as daddy said. My mind whirled and wandered. I think my own fascinations with foreskin were rooted to these early experiences daddy had with Hungry Eyes and others I knew about who craved to see it all and know all about him! I, even back then, wanted to know one thing...did Hungry Eyes and these others actually touch my daddy? Explore his perfect noodle? The very idea, well, it made me dizzy! My heart beat like a drum as I thought of that. I also loved the fact Hungry Eyes was tickling my dad's tender feet...that too was wonderfully exciting to me. I also appreciated that daddy told the truth. I got no sugar coated lies. He was open and honest about all things and his life before having me was an open book...and boy, did I love to delve into that book! The sounds of laughing, faint and intermittent caught my attentions and banished sleep that night. I rose, on bare small feet, and became a stealth master. I snuck like a shadow down the hall and lay like a snake in front of mummy and daddy's bedroom. The door open just enough for me to see in a bit, the bottom of their bed my viewpoint as I rose up on my knees. The covers were rustling and the low light setting of the lamp on the bedside table illuminated the room just enough for me. I heard giggles and little grunts. I was riveted. I heard talk, I heard my sitter Mavis's name come up and the words, "so truly wet" spoken by daddy and mummy gave an, "mmmmm" sound like she just lapped an ice cream cone. More noises and grunts and daddy's size 11's which I worshipped came popping out like two beloved flesh puppets and danced for me again at the bottom of the bed. Those long, sleek sculptured feet, sweat glistening with enjoyment moved and twitched in delicious movements. Bed springs bounced and I rocked along with them...wondering, imagining...enjoying! The very fact I heard Mavis come up was a good sign and I knew she'd be back and I'd see that meeting from a very safe place, a secret place and enjoy whatever games the three adults played while I was supposedly out to play. I was putting together many pieces. I surmised back then that as you grew bigger, your special parts would get all hairy. Daddy's body...above and around his noodle and his arse crack all had lush rusty golden little curly hairs all about them. Mummy, she was furry between her legs as was Auntie Rosie and Mavis. I ventured that all the special bits got furry because they were...just so special. These special parts were very exciting and something one was supposed to keep hidden. But brave daddy did not hide, never; he was always Natural Noodle and showed off. Clothes were just in the way...I like knowing and seeing what was under them. As I listened to what was an attempt, as I later found out, at baby making...I drew these conclusions and felt darn pleased with my thoughts. I slept and dreamt of all sorts of things and the young visions of my daddy romping and frolicking as Natural Noodle filled them mainly. My version of a Sugar Plum Fairy I guess. It was just after this that another player in my experiments in getting daddy naked became part of my schemes and he needed very little encouragement. Harrison, my dad's loyal PA at the office. Older than he and never married, was about to burst into my world in a big way and rock the boat...for good and for ill. He was after daddy, body and soul. I had to really work to like Harrison and it took years! He dropped in one night just after dinner and I pushed the boat out and began to attempt to use him...but Harrison was very perceptive and ready to beat me at my own newly evolving games. Daddy was up for grabs and Harrison was a grabber! Much more to come in each new chapter of this life saga! Feel free to write me if you enjoyed this or have read my earlier works. Thank you! Tony aka wiseoldowl@gmx.com