Date: Fri, 10 Jan 2020 09:34:35 +0100
From: bentley <regpbentley@email.com>
Subject: Memoirs and Moments (part one) for nifty/bestiality

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Further Memoirs and Moments (part one)



I have been writing on Nifty for many years now. I began in fiction and
produced many stories. My husband then encouraged me to write about my life
and that of my father...to transcribe vast amounts of journals and notes
into a saga for readers here. Those writings are now in progress and are
becoming very much part of my daily life. Switching from fiction to memoirs
has been amazingly exciting and I have enjoyed how well they have been
received.

Being a gay male, over 50 and retired has benefits...I have time to enjoy
crafting my life and my daddy's for you to enjoy and learn from. I was not
sure I wanted to explore this part of the memoirs with you. I felt very
unsure and a bit sacred of actually sharing it. But a dear friend and
reader asked me about the subject of family dogs...I offered up a memory
and he said...write it!  And so, under a new name "Bentley", I share the
other parts of my life and that of my daddy when he was growing up over in
England back in the 1920's and 30's.

These are just snapshots and reveal how humans and dogs interact in a
variety of ways...not forced, not encouraged...well, not really.

My father was a very handsome, suave man and also an ardent exhibitionist
and I was a loyal voyeur to all things "daddy".

I was never "not watching" my father, in the open and in secret. I was very
good at spying...and just drinking in all things daddy. Sexuality was not
to be ashamed of and I saw, heard and explored much.

The memoirs here will cover my early life growing up in a home in New
England and not far from the city. I was an only child and ruled the
roost. I was adored by my parents and spoiled! Oh, well! The memoirs will
also include events from my daddy's young life too. Daddy openly and
honestly told me all about his childhood...nothing held back. And when I
was just about to be a "young man" myself, his tales of his olden
days...got even more detailed and full bodied. I heard everything and made
notes as soon as I could. I knew I'd want to remember all of daddy's life
and share it someday. And that someday is now.

Daddy when I was young and had been in school a few years was in his
40's...he was my idol. I worshipped him head to sexy toes. And toes...and
feet I loved BTW!  The daddy I knew looked like this, forgive the full
physical details I give...but I want you to see him like I did:

My description of him is full and complete. I studied him like a
masterpiece in a museum as often as I could and from head to tender toes.

My dear father, as I said above, was born in England and moved to the US
for high-level career advancement reasons where he met my mum and then had
me. He was the most serene and lovely man you'd ever want to know. He was a
master in corporate affairs and rose very high in the ranks and was a VP
for most of his career. He had matinee charm and style. I say this not to
be cliché but because it was true and he had many, many admires on
both sides of the Atlantic. He had rusty golden hair, cut short and
thick. He sported a moustache and during the 70's even grew a trimmed
beard. His facial hair was a reddish brown, almost a shade of golden really
and looked superb. Dad stood at near six feet and never grew flabby.

He cycled, swam and did the occasional gym visit to keep trim and
toned. His muscular body was perfectly proportioned and never looked
hulking or over-built. He had sexy body hair in that rusty gold colour and
though not overly thick, his body had a pleasant coating apart from his ass
and back which remained rather smooth.  The swimming he did continued to
tone a well defined chest with rings of rusty hair circling each
reddish-pink man-nipple.

His crown-like pubic nest was full and thick and sat atop his very
classical hefty uncut manhood which in my early days, I did not regard as
really sexual immediately; it was just what I knew to be exactly what one
might see in a museum hanging on a precious statue from some unearthed
temple of old.

His flowing, serenely tapered foreskin hung around his manly appendage with
an almost velvet-like skin tone with gentle little puffy creamy pink tufts
or folds gently drooping away from the "secret" hidden cock-knob
within. Being born in the US, I was sadly cut back then and I found the
fact that his penis lay inside a fleshy sheath to be absolutely mysterious
and very visually fascinating. The way it seemed have its own coat of skin
was a real marvel to me, again, just like a nude male museum antiquity or
some famous painting.

Thus I am a foreskin fanatic...one of my many manly delights I relish in!

My daddy possessed a handsome face with great character, familiar
distinction and a killer smile. Add to it ruddy cheeks and playful blue
eyes that made you feel all warm and loved. That cute moustache just made
him look damn sexy; it was always trimmed and not too overwhelming. Maybe
it was his mixed ancestry of Scotch and Danish that made his appearance so
very appealing and so easy on the eyes.

Dad sported a rather shapely, handsomely sculptured pair of size 11
feet. His feet were artfully tapered from heel to toes, growing rather wide
at the ball and thus he wore wide 11's. His big toes were large and long,
and with certain shoes he was best in size 11 and ½ because of his
slightly longish big toes. His arches were high and his heels were meaty
and fleshy pink. Wonderfully healthy in skin colour and tone. No hard skin,
no funny or long toenails. Just amazing and well looked after feet! Feet
that many others lusted after and loved; it was not just me as my saga will
reveal.

He had a trim 32 inch waist and wore wonderful suits and trousers that
showed off his scrumptious assets, by that I mean a great noticeable pouch
and succulent ass cheeks! The times I saw men and women grab his ass in
fun, well, I just plain lost count!

And now we must learn about mum:

And my mum, just a few years younger than daddy and a USA girl born and
raised. Sexy, sultry, no nonsense and career minded too! Dark lush hair
that fell in waves to her shoulders and a rather sizable pair of breasts. A
stunner by many...and daddy adored her!

And me:

Me, a normal young boy...the best of both my parents. My hair a mix of
reddish hues in a sea of brown and gifted with daddy's blue eyes. Average
height for my age...and thin.


Lastly...our first dog:

And...from the time I was four...we had Frankie. A male Labrador- Springer
spaniel mix with a black coat with white touches...mainly his right paw. He
was so cute and lovable! We had him soon after he was weaned. Me, being so
young, not even in school yet, was enthralled and curious at the little
being I could hold in my two hands and carry around like a new accessory
coated in fluffy fur.  Cats, too...Boots...and Sandy.

But Frankie was the star...and if you do know my work elsewhere here,
you'll notice that Frankie does not appear. I felt his tale and all these
dog moments from my life and daddy's should be contained here where they
would be appreciated and nobody would judge us as "odd ducks".


I was so eager to have a little brother...but never did. Frankie had to be
my playmate. And in those leisure days before I began school, Frankie was a
constant. I built cardboard houses for him, pushed him around in a
wagon...played tag, catch, roll around and tickle the tummy.  Yes, Frankie
and I rolled around like two loons on the den aka daddy's study floor
almost daily. He was just getting bigger and the two of us were well
matched. I often got nipped on my fingers or nose...scratched on my arms
and legs by eager paws with claws. But I rarely complained. If I got
bitten, I deserved it no doubt. I was a terrible tease at that Young age. A
little terror.

It would have been in this first year of Frankie's life I began to learn
about the similarities between human anatomy and dog anatomy. Frankie's
sister, Penny...was adopted by our dear neighbour and friend. I walked
Frankie...or he pulled me more like and often joined up with Penny and her
owner. I noted early on how Frankie lifted his leg to piddle and Penny
squatted. I'd watch...closely. I was never told not to, I was encouraged to
explore. I was very interested.

I soon managed to notice that Penny had a little tiny fuzzy slit, raised
sort of and the pee dribbled out. My Frankie had a "noodle"...my name and
daddy's for our penises. Frankie's noodle was hard to see, he was still
little. But I observed as best I could. It was definitely something of the
"sticking out" variety. I pointed it out to my local playmates, "Look at
Frankie's little furry noodle!" They'd look, we'd watch him pee...and it
was all in harmless curiosity.

The next big event was more shocking. I was sitting in the den alone with
Frankie and he lay alongside my small body. The TV blared afternoon
cartoons on our B&W set and I glanced over at Frankie. He liked to lick
himself, all over. But that day, in the afternoon sun lit room, he was busy
washing his little noodle. His legs splayed out and he leaned in and licked
and licked. I sat cross-legged next to him, eyes wide observing this new
thing. He raised his head to look at me, leaving his noodle
exposed...OMG. It was not what I expected!  He had enlarged it.

I knew, from my own gentle noodle explorations that "it" got bigger...and
felt good. I wondered if the same applied to Frankie. He seemed very keen
to return to his incessant lick-lick-licking. That pink tongue of my
growing pup was long and lush and sort of bathed his whole doggie noodle so
completely.

I noted as well that part of his noodle was sheathed in black thick
skin...the fur seemed to encircle that bit and then, a sort of thinner
pinkish red bit stuck out more. It looked so...pink! He was a pup still and
it was all rather brand new looking! I smiled at the thought he was
enjoying this task.

Daddy, still suited and just arriving home that day, strode into the den to
give me my afternoon hello and hugs.

I grabbed my nearly six-foot daddy and pulled him down on the carpet next
to me.  Remember, daddy and mum were very open about all things to do with
bodies.

"Daddy, look at Frankie's noodle! He's washing it...and enjoying it. Look,
it's getting big. See!" I said pointing.

Together my reddish haired daddy and I sat watching our new little buddy
lick himself happily. I think Frankie enjoyed the fact he had his two human
buddies watching him do this "extra special" little task.

"I like it. I like seeing it." I said.

"Oh, I have no doubt Bentley, you enjoy watching all sorts of body
things. Mum I have noticed that. You are always looking closely at our
naked bodies. It's normal. And good that you are aware. Frankie enjoys the
feelings his tongue is creating on his "Noodle" and that is why it looks
bigger and the foreskin has pulled back to show more it. See." Daddy said
as his big finger moved next to the lapping pink tongue.

Frankie moved his little head quickly over and began to lick eagerly at
daddy's long finger. The puppy just loved daddy and licked him madly. But
this exposed his little noodle again and I could see now the dog "foreskin"
cover and the thin exposed shaft...I even saw his little ball sack at the
very base. It was still rather small.

"Here let him lick your finger. Feel his tongue." Daddy encouraged and I
put my fingers next to daddy's and the pup happily moved between daddy's
finger and my fingers. Back and forth in mad excited laps of his wet
tongue.

I giggled like crazy. It felt great.

"Now Bentley, you can see why that might feel good to him...down there on
his bits." Daddy said giving Frankie's extended sensitive pink shaft a
little poke with his now wet fingertip.

Frankie let out a squeak and happily resumed licking himself on the
noodle. Both daddy and I laughed.

"I'd lick myself if I were I dog. I bet it's fun." I said innocently and
wide-eyed.  "To be sure." Daddy said grabbing me and hugging me.

In this little hug fest, I let my own small hand "brush" against Frankie's
aroused little noodle that he madly licked away at.

My eager little curious fingers noted a stiffness...bone like and wet. It
felt intimate and private. I smiled to myself. I like the "boy-ness" of my
little playmate Frankie. We had so much in common. And I knew daddy did
too. His noodle was so much bigger and had lots of hair...mine was still
smooth and small. Plus daddy had that long silky foreskin, that's what he
called it.

Us three boy-men-pups, all living excited creations lolled about on the den
carpet. Daddy's leather loafer's slid off as we tussled...I loved his
socked feet. Big, nicely smelly and moist...all mine.

I knew how much Frankie loved shoes...maybe he'd like daddy's big feet just
like I did. It was time to find out, we had time. Mum would call us to
supper. There was time for licky-lappy puppy Frankie to try daddy's big
feet.



More memories to share soon! Write anytime.


Bentley
regpbentley@email.com