Date: Thu, 2 Jan 2020 16:25:10 +0100 From: wise owl Subject: The Life and Times of Natural Noodle (part twelve) 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! Please read the chapters in the following directories prior to reading this if you desire more background: www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/watching-daddy/ www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/natural-noodle-and-the-local-lads/ And read all sections of this directory in order, thank you. The Life and Times of Natural Noodle Part Twelve: Dear readers, at this stage of all that my father shared with me about his young life, I feel the need to break the memoirs into various strands. I hope this helps as you digest and discover all that my young daddy got up to and with whom. The cast varies in ages and sex. But daddy remains...Natural Noodle. The events here will focus on daddy and his interactions with various individuals- mainly adults around him back in those early years of his life in England in the late 20's and 1930's. The full and in-depth descriptions of his times with his big sister Rosie and various other young friends will be located in another strand here in the bisexual thread and in the incest group for obvious reasons. So now, back to that night of the PTA meeting and mum out late and daddy now laying next to me in my bed- tipsy as hell (my doing) and graphically recalling his becoming "natural noodle" in his father's eyes. I lay shaking in my bed, fully knowing innately that daddy --only in his first year of school back then- was pushing boundaries and forging highly unique ground. Being "natural" with Rosie was exciting, being "natural" with schoolmates was cool and bold, being "natural" in front of other adults was daring...but being this "natural noodle" in front of his cruel unloving papa seemed like playing with fire! Daddy was too tipsy to notice my over-excited shakes and my "engorged" little man hiding under my covers. I was so wanting to know all daddy did back then. "So, what did you do that night? Did your papa catch you visiting Rosie in her room? Daddy, please tell me more before mum comes home." Daddy laid his head on the pillow next to me and slowly began. We were back in the late 20's and daddy was only barely 4 feet tall and that little boy who'd just begun school. That boy who just exposed himself to his papa and made his papa obey! I knew daddy had powers...naked powers. His body was so alive and it just drew you in....then and now! Daddy was so groggy- tipsy, yet his memories flowed freely, unedited. "Well, Tony, I reluctantly put on my around the house clothes, I hated hiding my noodle. I planned to strip off as often as I wanted now in the house, papa be damned. And yes, I was so little but so headstrong. Rosie and I sat opposite each other in the old kitchen, papa sat eating and glooming and grumping. He eyed me like I might lay upon the table and start "noodling" right there. I called my noodle tricks, noodling since it was playing with myself more or less. I call it like it was, Tony. No need to hide it. Rosie and I obviously felt free, and knew papa would not hit us...I'd seen to that. I wore no shoes, only my tatty and mended former school socks, now used for around the house. Long grey woolly ones with very little elastic left to hold them up. I wore long trousers and Ro wore a housedress. I playfully reached my socked toes up under the table and rested my feet upon her knee and thigh. She laughed and tickled my toes, all the while papa sat eating like a statue. We were going to have fun, no matter what, right in front of him. We were in charge. Papa looked at me, he really felt no love. I was no his tormentor. The demon boy child and Rosie the wanton easy bad girl. What a team! We washed up, papa slunk away up to his room. We frolicked and giggled. We tickled and wrestled. Our days and nights were all our own making. Rosie announced. "I am taking my bath. You've had yours. Meet me in my room later, OK?" I nodded but asked. "Can't we bathe together? Let me watch." I said innocently. "Soon, Noodle, soon. One thing at a time." She said grabbing me and pulling me into her lumpy little chest buds once more. Rosie softly vanished and I moved about switching off the few lights downstairs and then my small socked feet padded up to the upper hallway. Rosie was running water in the bathroom. I turned the knob; she'd locked the door...tonight but not every night. Things would change! Papa's room was near, the door was always open a crack. I felt emboldened and my small socked feet crept to the dark slit of the door. I heard soft moaning inside. Oh, Tony, I am drunk, I should not say this all. But I will, you need to know all of my young life. My small body moved right to the crack, I heard Ro now splashing around...I had time. I moved inward, and slid the door closed behind me. I never went in papa's room without knocking, ever. Tonight, it was my right. I'd won, I went in. The room was dark, now with door shut and curtains pulled shut...I could hardly see papa and his bed old brass bed. The bed Ro and I were made in no doubt. The old mattress squeaked and shook. I approached on my now sweaty socked toes. "What do you want, little Devil?" Papa's cantankerous voice whispered. He was huddled in bed; I could just see his body all up at one end in the very dim light coming thru the curtains. I smiled. I was feeling evil, why not, he called me a devil child. "What are you doing, papa? Are you naked?" I asked innocently. "Devil, demon, leave me." He hissed. I had no intention of leaving, none. I pushed my feet over to the bed, sliding like on ice skates and smiling to myself. I'd play my new games with papa every night. I made up my mind. I was now going to do and feel and say whatever I wanted in his room, to him...and not care. "You are so little, why are you being so wicked? You just started school, what horrid things are they teaching you? Bad boy!" He scolded. I switched the small aged light next to his bed on, a really old thing. The shade hardly let light into the room. But I saw so much, Tony. My little eyes went wide. I saw so much. Papa, well, he lay under an old quilt...knees up to his chest. The cover barely reached his upper chest...his scrawny, bony hairy chest lay sidewise to face me...his head lay upon the old feather pillow. His hair all messed and tangled with sweat...his scowl ridden face all sour and eyes on fire. He looked at me like I was a demon. His work clothing all in a pile on the floor...even his old boxers. "Papa, look, you are naked." I said holding up his old boxers, fingering them playfully with my small hand...holding them and almost waving them about like a flag. I now know, Tony, he was excited by my boldness. I did not know that then, but I'd find out and so would Ro. Papa, actually felt inwardly very titillated by the whole turn of events. But he was so truly horrified he felt that way...deeply ashamed probably. Poor man. And I was so unforgiving. I had him, and he knew it. I was not backing down! "Put those down and leave, leave me in peace. Go, play with Rosie, go on- I know you will." He almost chided me. "I will, you'll hear us. We'll laugh and giggle in the dark." I said still waving his rather aromatic boxers up in the air. "I know and you do this to spite me, to lash out. You want me to know all this...these devil doings." He raged in a hushed tone. I had no idea what he was on about. All I wanted to do was be natural, again. "If you can be naked, so can I!" I said confidently and I fumbled with my old shirt buttons and began to undress. Tony, his eyes went huge. He wanted to look away, but I was too strong, he could not help but watch. He hated it, but just kept watching me. I had him in my control. Little me, hardly starting my school career and owning my papa like that. "Little devil boy, showing me your flesh. You need to be spanked." He said watching me from his baby-like position under his bed cover as I pulled my shirt off and undid my trousers. I almost relished being called all those "heathen" like names. I let my trousers fall and I kicked them over my small socked feet. "I'm getting married to Fiona, a girl in my class. She likes me all natural, I drew her a picture of me and my noodle." I said now plucking my long socks off each small foot. "You, I knew it. Doing things like that school. Drawing dirty pictures." Papa hissed but all the while his wild roaming eyes were on me. "It was not dirty, it was me, all naked. I like it. And so did she and her friends and they all saw it." I said now in just my old little boxers. My feet felt cold on the wood floor. "Dirty, you have a dirty mind and evil unnatural ways, just like your wayward sister. Dirty!" He said almost preaching at me. I moved close, dropping my socks with my trousers. I stood about a foot away from his bed. "Look, look papa. See, my noodle." And I let my old boxers fall away. I stepped free of the worn material and put my small hands upon my slender hips and let the lamp light me. All on show and papa, just gasping for air. It was like I was strangling him...he moaned and strained to breathe. His eyes glued to my noodle. I waggled it again, the foreskin still covered it and my sac just bounced along with it. I laughed as it wobbled and giggled in the lamplight. Papa just gaped and held the covers with his old hands, hands very worked and rough. His bed shook. A tear came down his cheek. "Papa, why are you crying?" I said not stopping my waggling and wiggling noodle. My hands still planted firmly upon my slender hips and my little bare feet a foot or so apart on the floor. "YOU, and HER, so bad!" He moaned and sighed. I heard the sound of Ro drying off and finishing her bathing. I knew I'd done enough for now in papa's room. I had one more taunt. "Papa, is your noodle there?" I said grabbing at his quilt as if to pull it free. The near shriek that came forth nearly toppled me off my bare feet. "Demon, devil...leave me." Ro stuck her head in. "Noodle, are you upsetting papa?" She asked only wrapped in a towel, her bare legs showing in the lamplight. I giggled and spun around on my smooth toes. Naked as could be. Rosie hooted when she saw my natural state. "You come away now, come to me." And she folded naked me into her bare arms. Her hand pulled my naked arse into her, her fingers lay along my pink fleshy arse cheeks. Papa obviously saw this. My peach-fuzzy arse lit by the dim light, no doubt. "Whore, you whore. Look the way you touch him!" He called. I'd heard him call Ro this "whore" word before. It made no impression on me. Ro just grabbed arse and pulled me up and cradled me. We left him bellowing away in his bed. Rosie carried me into her bedroom and shut her door. We knew he'd not come in. It was safe now. Tony, I must admit I felt very safe. Rosie was like my guardian angel and wrapped in an old white bath towel she looked very saint-like to me. She plopped me down on her squeaky old bed. I grabbed her duvet and pulled it around my little naked form. She switched off her little bedside lamp and I could see her pulling on a nightdress. The globes of her arse shined in the light from the moon until the material fell over and covered her. "Don't put that on. Be like me." I said giggling from my snug realm under her duvet. "Silly, you are Natural Noodle. You are the naked one, not me." She said joining me under the cover. Our heads sharing the single pillow. I pulled her close with my arms, each arm around her upper body. I next lay my head on her nearest chest bump...it felt hard and a little squishy. I liked it. "Noodle, I love the way you show off to papa. He makes him less mean, he won't us anymore. I feel it." She said in a whisper. "I'll see to it. Ro, is it OK that Fiona wants to marry me?" I asked rubbing my cheek along the nightdress covered nipple. "It's a play wedding. You just have fun. It's not serious, like the Clarity's...they are real married. You and Fiona are play married." Ro explained. "Do I have to show her my noodle? I really want to. And I want to show Billy and sweet Franny, too. And I want them to...you know, touch it...do tricks with me too." I was struggling to explain it all. "You do what you want. You know I love it too. I'll help you. Fiona may want to show you some special things too. And Franny! And you might want to touch them too." Rosie sort of shuddered all thru her body as she said this. I shook too from the force of her shaking. "Are you ok?" I asked. "Yes, I love this, Noodle. It's so exciting to talk like this and be so close." She said kissing my forehead. I pulled close to her and let my small sheathed noodle lay upon her thigh, her nightdress had moved up and it was just her bare thigh. It felt so warm, and alive. "Noodle, that feels funny- not funny, different. It's Nice. Don't move. I like it." She said in a giggly way. I was going to move my noodle but stopped and pushed it harder against her smooth thigh. It did feel good- flesh on flesh. Her thigh muscle contracting slightly and making my noodle feel all, well, you know Tony...happy! This was a new time, and something we both craved. I ground my noodle against her flesh. It fluttered inwardly and pulsed...I was doing my noodle trick of making it bigger without even touching it! Ro called out, not bothering to whisper...papa be damned. "Oh, Noodle, you are getting harder! I feel it. Mmmm!" We both giggled like crazed fiends and hugged. I ground myself more and pushed against that thick warm thigh. It felt glorious. Papa made a loud groaning sound just strident enough to hear. I heard it but I doubt Ro did. She was sleeping now...and then so was I. I wanted to explore her under the covers- under her nightdress, but I was still so young. Another time...soon!" Daddy sort of snored and rolled over. His voice ceased. Our time of sharing that night was over. Daddy was nearly passed out. Mummy came home, found he sprawled on my bed and dragged him off to bed in their room. I wonder if she knew how pivotal that story time was for me. I lay awake and wondered what daddy and Ro had gotten up to when he was so young and she was just "awakening" as a young woman. Plus all daddy's other young friends and Rosie's gang too...so many things to know. I had to find out. The further life memoirs involving big sister Rosie, various young friends and daddy will carry on in bisexual-incest. Also daddy's times exploring with his young male chums can be found in gay-young friends and this thread will carry on with daddy and all his interactions with various adults during those early years of his school days. Much more of my dear daddy's life to come! Write anytime, love to hear your thoughts! TonyXX wiseoldowl@gmx.com Please also read the chapters in the following directories prior to reading this if you wish more background: www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/watching-daddy/ www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/natural-noodle-and-the-local-lads/