Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2019 13:07:36 +0200
From: wise owl <wiseoldowl@gmx.com>
Subject: The Life and Times of Natural Noodle (part one) (bisexual/adult-youth)

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
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Please read the chapters in the following directory prior to reading this:

www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/watching-daddy/






The Life and Times of Natural Noodle





Part One






Introduction:


If you have been reading "Watching Daddy", then you are aware of me and my
dad and our life. Our life together as father and son ended far too soon, I
was not even 30 when he died. He went far too young. The "Watching Daddy"
saga is really about me and my dad and the various events in our life
together that me who I am today. You know I adored him like an Adonis and a
wonderfully giving man. You know how he looked, a stunning six foot form
that was muscular but not meaty, wavy reddish golden hair and trimmed
moustache. Blue eyes and soft voiced. Feet like sculptured marble,
statuesque and size 11...so smooth and sleek. Pubic hairs in a lovely rusty
golden hue, not overly hairy but what I refer to as "gently furry"...he was
a true beauty by all standards and a very willing exhibitionist. Completely
at ease with himself and very much bisexual...a little coaxing and daddy
was on show and ready for whatever was called for.

Daddy, Reggie as you know, was loved and admired by neighbours, friends and
his business associates. Popular and winning, a man with style and
charisma. Mum, myself and Auntie Rosie were the family he called his
own. Rosie lived nearby and saw us often and was smitten with daddy...yes,
he was her baby brother (all the family she had) and her love! She was five
years older and mothered and fathered him almost from his beginnings. His
mum died early on and their dad was never around. Their dad worked hard,
was always tired when home and left it all to Rosie and one hired lady.
The hired older woman, Miss Hillman only cooked and cleaned, she wanted
nothing to do with child rearing. She was probably in her 50's but came
across in daddy's memories as an old badger. She lived within a few houses
of him and Rosie and came for a few hours every day.

Daddy and Rosie were both born and raised in England and daddy came to the
US to further his career in a thriving post World War Two economy and rose
very quickly once in the Boston area where he met my mum and they had
me. It was the 1950's. Daddy was an executive and looked the part and was
highly sought after...both in the boardroom and bedroom!


Everybody loved daddy and wanted a piece of him...and more!


If you have been reading my life saga "Watching Daddy", then you also know
my daddy told me everything and I mean everything about his life. Many
things had to wait until I was slightly older but daddy held nothing
back. I knew all there was about his life. The naked truth! You loyal
readers know that daddy was the exhibitionist and I was the total voyeur. I
watched and spied on daddy at all stages of my life and saw it all...and I
do mean ALL! Daddy had a life before my mummy, and this directory of
chapters is all about how daddy became daddy. His one and only sister, my
dear Auntie Rosie, called him...Natural Noodle. Why? Well, my readers
already know why but I shall say this...the chapters here will reveal bit
by bit the how and the why of his becoming "Natural Noodle".

Daddy loved to be naked and loved to be seen. A little coaxing or a dare
and his clothes melted off his body.  It had to have begun somewhere. I
grew up with bedtime stories of the usual fairy tale or adventure sort but
many were daddy's own legendary tales of his life back in England in the
1930's and 40's and out in the country...no air raids out there. He lived
wild and free with his big bossy sister Rosie. I got used to hearing these
tales and always wanted to hear daddy tell me any tales of his early life
where he got to be naked or as I loved to say, Natural Noodle.

Rosie, five years older (and really his only parent) was the boss. She
loved Reggie like nothing on earth and also allowed him to be that naked
free spirit he craved to be. Always...she never stood in his way. In fact,
she actually pushed it...loved it in fact. Seeing my daddy back then, all
leggy, sinewy and hairless apart from his thick head of red-golden
locks...being that freewheeling nature boy...or her beloved, "Natural
Noodle".

A word about then and now. Life in England in the country was a far cry
different from today. My dad grew up with very few rules and Rosie was so
ahead of her times. She was open-minded and naughty as hell
sometimes. There was no social worker dropping in, it was all Rosie and my
daddy.

I wrote down these stories of dad's growing years along with my life with
daddy and have many journals that reflect all this information. As I got
into my 20's, I did as much recording of dad's thoughts and memories and
event tapped into Rosie's. Mum was thrilled I was getting it all down since
both Rosie and daddy died far too young. What happened to them was their
times and their lives. I am not judging them nor should you. Some of it
blows the mind and touches the heart. But it all made the voyeur in me
stand up and take notice! Daddy was worth watching...and getting to know
before he ever came to the US in the late 1940's. And the early 50's prior
to meeting my mum, well, the stiff upper lipped Boston he and Rosie settled
into became slightly HOTTER and just a bit WILDER! Those memories will be
here as well.

The stories of daddy will begin with the earliest and slightly tamer
ones. Daddy saved the more explicit ones for me as I got older and had more
knowledge of such things. Rosie, her interviews only saved to back up all
daddy had told me all my early life long...they both sung off the same hymn
sheet, every note in harmony!

I will present each adventure as daddy told it...with daddy speaking or my
Auntie Rosie when appropriate.

And as my readers know, I find labels hard to cope with. Life is far too
complex. Why did I pick Nifty Bisexual Adult-Youth as the section I posted
in? Well, dad's life involved men and women. And age differences were part
of his life experiences, too. As the memories play out you will see daddy
often found himself in the company of older men and women while growing
up. Thus it fits. But not always. Sometimes everybody was closer in
age. Nothing fits perfectly into a pigeon hole. Life just does not play out
that neat and tidily. So forgive me if my dad's life blurs the lines and
does not always follow rules.

And as you faithful readers also know, my various little quirks or fetishes
began to show as I grew and matured. My love of watching daddy (voyeurism)
and being smitten by his feet and socks were just a few delightful things
that get lots of highlighting in all these memoirs.  TonyXX





An Early Memory of Daddy's




I loved it when daddy would come to my small bed and tell me a "daddy's
olden day's story". At my young stage of life back then I found thinking of
daddy as once being my height (more or less) and my leggy, little
build...thrilling. I'd seen old B&W snaps of daddy at around my age. So
very full of life! Old school photos, his birthdays...pony rides. The usual
sort. He was always smartly dressed and looking a perfect example of a
1930's male youth. Three feet or so high and skinny but a smile as bright
as sunshine. My daddy much like me, well, he was a stunner back then as
well. The golden boy! Sister Rosie, big, already overweight and raven
haired...but daddy was her love! They did not even look alike in
anyway...one wonders what really happened in her genetic background.

Rosie towered over daddy by almost a foot back then. She bossed him and
ruled him but loved him like mad. She also took enormous pride in every
inch of him...she, like me, found him Adonis and like a statue in a Greek
temple. Even in those early days as a sinewy lad with a healthy smattering
of freckles, she saw his beauty and his perfection.

As a young thing, I saw how Auntie Rosie looked at daddy when she came for
her regular visits...she just drank him in. Just like me! I know now that
my Auntie Rosie and I were both serious voyeurs and daddy was our muse
divine.

I loved the tale of how his big sister Rosie nicknamed daddy, "Natural
Noodle".

For me, my daddy as this Natural Noodle, naked and proud was like a super
hero. The very idea from the first time I heard these beloved tales made me
sing inside my heart. A true voyeur, thrilling to the delights of hearing
all about my hero...my dad...naked! It was so not sexual back when I was
young, it just thrilling and natural. I found my dad at his best naked, he
looked wonderful and I loved seeing all his parts. It was all so big and
fascinating and something for me to hope for as I aged and grew. Dad was my
gold standard and I aimed to be at least half as beautiful as he when I was
older.

So from a very early time in my young life I did all I could to see daddy
naked or get him naked. And just enjoy seeing all there was...the whole
man!

And daddy being wonderful and open and unashamed, never made a fuss...he
just let me take mental notes and drink in all there was. And if I had
questions, honesty ruled the day.

So when he came to me at night and I was tucked up in bed, he'd lay atop my
blankets in his silken robe, nude underneath having just bathed and would
tell me a story. Or share a memory of his growing years.  I'd often, being
a rascal, take my small hand and tug away his robe belt and the knot would
fall away and so would the robe folds as daddy reclined sideways toward
me. The folds only fell open a bit, but enough and I'd enjoy seeing his
manhood, his "noodle" as I loved to refer to it.

My lovely noodle, how I was fascinated by it. How I hoped back then mine
would be as wonderful as his was at that moment in the years to come! How I
loved to just look at dad's very own masterpiece. It lay, all nuzzled up,
wrapped in its foreskin sheath against the fuzzy pillow sack it lived
with. All that curly golden rusty hair all swirling around it like an
angel's halo. Art and beauty and all so very much my daddy!

Daddy was never cross, he'd smile and tell me I was such a little
rascal...but he did not re-belt his robe, he knew I was curious and many
questions were being answered just by my looking and taking it all in. I
lay and just looked and waited for daddy to tell me an "olden day's
memory".

"Daddy, tell me a naked one." I'd say.

You might think he'd blush or try to divert my requests. Never!

Dad knew hearing about his life, the times long gone...helped me see daddy
as a whole person, the man he was as I knew him and how he came to be that
way.

"Tell me the one when Rosie named you, Natural Noodle." I said often.

Daddy began.

"Well, big Rosie, always older and bossier and in charge of me, she had
things all planned out. Each day we had routines. And she made me do
certain things...like take my bath before supper (tea) after school every
day. She told me we were lucky to have hot water always ready and a big
bath indoors. And being clean was good. I grew to love baths and like you,
Tony, Rosie supervised my bath times. Closely."

I burst in. "Yes, I love to watch you have a bath. It's fun!"

Daddy carried on as his moustache twitched with a smile.

"Well, Rosie not only watched, she got involved. Your auntie was a very
hands-on kind of sister. Nobody had a sister like I did! She was mother,
father and sister! She knew my whole body like the back of her hand. Every
inch! And I loved that. We had no secrets! We are still that way.  She'd
come and fetch me from wherever I was playing; she'd call my name...REGGIE!
I knew it was about five 0'clock and time to be heading home. My dad, still
at work and not home until 7 or so. Rosie in charge and on the warpath to
get me inside. My schoolbooks tossed in a grassy spot had to be found and
my sweater retrieved from a tree branch. I'd run around and find my things
and dash off to her loud bellowing voice. The game was to get home before
she had to fetch me, she did come charging after me many times and caught
me in all sorts of...ummm...naked adventures."

At this aside about naked adventures I burst into giggles. I knew Rosie
loved to catch daddy and see what he was doing and often adding challenges
to the situation. Rosie was a hoot and I loved her being so...in the know!
The old barn not far from their home was one hangout and one of daddy's
special naked places. Rosie knew it well! I could see my big bossy auntie
bursting in and loving all daddy was up to.

"You were just like me in size then. Not too big and still a real scamp!" I
added laying back into my pillow.

Daddy carried on smiling warmly.

"A lot like you, maybe even the same height. I ran back that special
afternoon with all my homework books in a heap and ran up the three wooden
steps to meet my Rosie in her school dress and an apron on...her bath time
apron to keep her school dress for getting soaked by a wiggly skinny leggy
thing...me.

"Get up those stairs; up to the bathroom...put your books ready for doing
homework. You know the rule." Rosie shouted but it was always the same.

I bolted up the stairs in my leather school shoes, clunky sounds all the
way up. I dropped my books into my small bedroom and headed to the bathroom
in the far end of the hall. The big old footed tub was steaming. I heard
Rosie coming up behind me as I loomed in the doorway.

"It's hot, I'll wait." I said coyly.

"Reggie, move your little arse into that bathroom, now!" Bossy Rosie
ordered and I marched in.

Rosie took no nonsense. Five years older and strong as an ox. Hands like
lightening. I stood in the old bathroom, tub steaming. I knew I had to
strip or she'd do it. I loved it when she did it, she really tickled.  Now
Rosie was smart. And saw everything; you could not hide any scrape, bruise,
cut or dirty mark from Rosie on any part of you or your clothes. I fumbled
with my shirt buttons. My sweater was already off. All my clothes were
pretty standard for our school. Button shirt, sweater or sweater vest,
short trousers to the knee and long grey woolly socks that came to the top
of your calves and I only had a few of each item, things were all so
precious back then. You took good care of all, and Rosie made sure!  That
night she grabbed me and undid the buttons like a flash and my shirt flew
off...zing! I stood topless and cold. She goaded me to hurry and get warm
in the bath. I bent and unlaced the best shoes I owned. Not new, hand me
downs from another older boy my dad knew from work...he was a year older
and he just outgrew them. They were still rather good. My small feet were
all sweaty as I pulled them free and Rosie noticed some brown twigs on my
now woolly socked feet as I stood making little sweat imprints on the old
tile floor.

"You've had your shoes off again! And I can see grass on your back! Have
you been naked on your way home from school again? Don't lie, I know
everything." Rosie said eyeing me all over.

She did know everything and I loved it. I nodded in agreement. No need to
hide it. She took her hand and brushed down my back, her fingers felt
smooth and cool as she swept them over my skinny back and shoulders. The
grass fluttered to the floor. I knew I'd be sweeping later! She waited no
longer for me to fiddle around, she took action. She put my against the
wash basin and I held tight with one hand as she pulled each moist sock
from my rather dirty bare feet.

"Just look at you? These feet are filthy. Where were you naked today? The
old barn? Or some new place? I will have to bring Gail my best friend to
see you soon, she does not believe my little scamp of a bother gets naked
in the old barn. She'll get a shock!" Rosie said now tugging on my trouser
buttons and yanking them down my legs.

(Reader Note: The tale of Rosie's mate Gail coming to see daddy naked for
the first time is in "Watching Daddy".)

"I got home, ran to the big field behind the old Clarity house and found a
great tree, and climbed it naked. You should see. I got all the way to the
top!" I bragged as my trousers joined my shirt in a pile on the laundry
bin.

Rosie noted two scratches on my left thigh.

"I see! You'll fall someday, all naked and have to go to the
hospital. You'll be a sight. And the old Clarity house is not empty, that
elderly couple are still alive and living there and might come out back in
the field and catch you naked!" She laughed as my rather baggy boxers were
yanked off me. I nearly toppled onto the floor. My dirty bare feet did look
a sight!  A playful slap on my pink arse and I jumped into the tub. OUCH!
But in I went.  Rosie picked up my socks, and like you my Tony, gave them a
little sniffy-wiffy! She seemed to like my smells, just like you. My two
sniffy-wiffy's.  She rubbed them in her hands and told me they needed a
good wash, fresh ones tomorrow! I sat in the steamy water and grabbed the
handmade soap bar and scrubbed and soaped. Rosie in her apron loomed over
the tub edge. Her eyes looking at my skinny body head to toe.

"Reggie, get that grubby kneecap again. Do your ears." She saw everything.

She looked and inspected and corrected my lack of skill washing myself when
she saw fit. She just grabbed and scrubbed...no part was too sacred not to
get Rosie's full scrutiny. At this point I gave up washing myself entirely
and Bossy, Strong Fingers Rosie carried on. I just lay back in the warm
water and she took charge. She was down, working like mad between my toes
when..."

I loved this part of the wonderful memory and added, "You heard a
rap-rap-rap on the old front door downstairs."

Daddy smiled and ruffled my brown head of hair as I lay upon my pillow and
carried on.

"Oh, yes, we heard a loud knocking and both of us jumped, I splashed Rosie
it startled me so and Miss Hillman was long gone back to her home and Rosie
had to run down and open the door.

Rosie dropped my small foot back in the water and left, she told me to stay
put and she'd be back to work on the rest of me good and proper. I heard
her go down the stairs and open the door. I heard voices, a man! I was so
curious, just like you Tony. I moved out of the bath, quickly towelled
myself dry and tip-toed on my pink bare feet, no bigger than yours now
Tony, to the top of the stairs looking down at the front door. Oh, I saw a
tall older man, about 75 or more, he seemed so old. Rosie was talking to
him and he was holding my math book! I'd forgotten it out by the tree I'd
climbed naked an hour or so ago. I knew it was Mr. Clarity, I'd never seen
him but figured it out.  I heard Rosie apologizing for me. I thought that
was silly, I only climbed a tree.

I walked down the stairs, step by step, naked as could be. Not a stitch on!
My small smooth but leggy body appeared on the bottom step just behind
Bossy Rosie and much to Mr. Clarity's delight. He smiled from ear to ear as
he saw me come into view and stand gaping at him from my perch on that
bottom step.  Rosie spun around and nearly toppled over but smiled just as
much as our elderly guest was.

Rosie said, "You little naughty thing."

Mr. Clarity said, "Reggie, I brought your book back. You left it today near
our big tree out back. My wife and I saw you enjoying our tree. You were
like a little monkey and very skilled!"

I thanked Mr. Clarity and walked forward and took my lost school book. He
must have been six feet tall or more to my three or so feet of height. He
loomed over me like a mountain. Tall, thin and in an old suit. His face
white bearded like a skinny Santa Claus. His eyes a soft grey almost, and
surrounded in a wrinkles from too much sun over a lifetime. I like him
right away. He had a way of looking at me that was warm and very wise; he
saw so much of life and just understood how I felt.

Mr. Clarity said, "You have hair like I did long ago, golden reddish,
almost gingery fire but more like late afternoon sunshine. A right little
cherub! You can climb that tree like nature intended in your birthday suit
anytime!"

At that word, cherub, Rosie laughed and said he did not know me very well
but got the birthday suit part just right.

And then, she said... "Just look at him, Mr. Clarity, naked and standing
here bold as brass! He's our Natural Noodle, loves to be all naked, as much
as he can!"

And so Mr. Clarity agreed he and his dear wife would call me, Natural
Noodle as well and I laughed and stomped around the front hallway bouncing
from one bare foot to the other bare foot and my very own miniature
man-noodle danced along with me. Bounce, bounce, bounce! Mr. Clarity and
Rosie clapped along to my jig as they both watched me dance to and fro.

Mr. Clarity reached down and shook my small hand.

"Come by after lessons soon and meet my wife, she'll just love you, and you
can climb the tree and romp around the field and garden. Our own young
Tarzan free and frolicking!" Mr. Clarity said gazing at me with misty eyes.

I asked Rosie and she said yes so long as she knew where I was and I was
safe, I could go any day I wanted.

Mr. Clarity gave Rosie his regards for our father and walked away in the
gathering dusk of the late afternoon, but he gave me a beautiful smile
before he turned to go. I just stood naked in the open front door of our
house with Rosie by my side as we watched him go. I knew I was going to his
garden and that big grassy field very soon! I just knew it!

Rosie, big-bossy and strong, grabbed me like a football, slammed the door
and carted me up the stairs to many giggles and shouts from me. My wiggly
leggy naked self busy trying to get free BUT I loved it! Back to the bath
and Rosie scrubbing me head to tickly toes!"


Daddy finished my bedtime tale from his growing up years and I was ready to
dream, dream of him...romping and frolicking! All naked and natural. My
daddy, Natural Noodle!




This is just a taste of my daddy's early life and times. Much more to come
and also please enjoy my memoirs:

www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/watching-daddy/


Feel free to write me anytime!


Tony aka wiseoldowl@gmx.com