Date: Sat, 8 Feb 2020 15:15:05 +0100 From: wise owl Subject: The Life and Times of Natural Noodle (part thriteen) 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/ www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/natural-noodle-and-friends/ And read all sections of this directory in order, thank you. The Life and Times of Natural Noodle Part Thirteen: Dear readers, as you know, the memoirs of I am sharing of my life and my daddy's have begun to be presented in various threads. These new threads have been well received and I am pleased to carry on using them all as a way to share the full saga in its rich detail. At this stage in my daddy's young life, being only a beginner in his school days...hardly 4 feet tall- no less but the fittest and most athletic of the whole first year class. The little budding naturist was catching eyes of all those around him and making friends at an astounding rate. His big sister and he began to sleep (and I do mean sleep and cuddling more or less at this stage) together at this point as you well know from reading thus far and their rather demented papa cursed them as demonic children. Noodle, my darling daddy, naked as could be- stood up to his father and warned him off. And this is where my daddy's early years memoirs picks up...at this critical stage of defying papa and being free to be the boy he wanted to be...and his only sister (big Ro), the girl she wanted to be. Nothing would stop my daddy and no shame would cloud his vision of who he was. Daddy could spend hours telling me all these tales of the late 1920's and 1930's and I never tired of them and always tried to scribble them down for later reading and pondering. I am so glad I did! I cornered my daddy often before I went to sleep or on weekends when we had "us time". If daddy had a few drinks in him, his re-telling skills were richer and more graphic. I loved that! The next time I had daddy alone we covered all the events that are now contained in the other threads. Mainly the cementing of his boyhood relationship with his dear classmate Billy (Natural Noodle and the Local Lads) and his budding romances with both little classmate Fiona and his sister's best buddy, Franny. Those memories are now in "Natural Noodle and Friends". But I wanted to know all about my daddy's life as it pertained to all these fascinating adults around him. Adults who by all accounts (including my Auntie Rosie's own memory sharing with me) adored my daddy and could not get enough of this brassy, athletic and highly adventurous young naturist. And so I found my daddy when Saturday not long after hearing about both the Fiona and Franny early private explorations, rather tipsy after a few drinks and eager to chat and chat we did! He wanted to tell me all and I wanted to enjoy it fully. "Well Tony, I was feeling mighty pleased with my young self! That pivotal week of telling and showing papa I was boss and after really forging new paths with Billy and the girls (Fiona and Franny) was so important to my budding ego. Plus sleeping cuddled up to my dear Ro, me all naked and feeling her warm body holding mine. This was making me feel less motherless and more loved all around. Papa was still crazy as a loon. And Ro and I knew he needed a woman...and fast. I really did not know why he needed a woman, but it seemed like a good idea. What they'd do to ease papa's woes was still a mystery to me at that tender age. BUT I guessed it would be as Ro and I were doing...cuddling and playing, gently! Old retired Doctor Reacher was coming on that Monday to visit the first school in the town and his duty that day was to examine all the first year students since we were the new ones at school. Tony, many children in those days did not go to doctors. I had no memories of going to the doctor really at all. Mrs. Clarity explained to me that Doc Reacher, as he was called, was retired and he was hired to see to the needs of the first school when called for. Papa had filled in a few basic medical facts about me just before I was sent to class that first day of school and now the doctor and his elderly nurse helper would examine each of us and add to these health notes. It would be a yearly examine, so I heard. The school year was still so new for us young ones and we had not even had indoor PE yet...in those days all students of both sexes stripped down to their underwear and socks or bare feet and had lessons in physical education in the old hall once a week. But the weather was still good and we played outdoors. So I had yet to strip off for any school activities so far apart from my "noodle" fun around the outside of school and in the boys toilet. I heard all about this Doc Reacher and wanted to be examined. I was so keen to have a real doctor look at me...and see my noodle. I found it thrilling at my young age! I was so keen to impress Doc Reacher that I had Mrs. Clarity measure my height and weight on the Saturday before the exam. I ran over to her home in my Saturday "play" clothes and rapped on the door. I remembered that Ro and I could use the spare key and let ourselves in- but I had yet to do it. Mr. Clarity opened the door and I burst in. "Mr. Clarity may I be weighed and measured for my exam? I want to know those things, I want to know more than any other boy or girl in my class when I see the Doc Reacher." I burbled. Mrs. Clarity came out into the hallway. "Well, Noodle Love, you best come upstairs to the bathroom. To be accurate we need you undressed." She said smiling. I knew that was the case. Ro had told me. "I'll be natural, I like it that way." I said in my chirpy voice. And went to the hall chair near the coat rack and began to strip off. The Clarity's loved my brassy nature and I was nude in and around their home almost always! Elegant Mrs. Clarity, tall and grey haired with such lovely big breasts came over to aid me as she often did. Getting undressed was always a challenge at that age, especially when I wanted to be quick. "Come now, Noodle, let's get you all natural for your height and weight." She encouraged as I sat and began to tug off my older, slightly smaller shoes I wore on Saturdays. The leather was worn and the laces threadbare. She knelt and used her long nails to undo them. I pulled those off and yanked down each, well patched with Ro's horrid stitches, old former school socks from my small feet. My big toe was pushing thru one! "I shall mend that for you before you go my little natural boy." She said taking the sock from my small hand. She held it to her nose. "Mmmm, Noodle scented...our little man." And then she pinched my big toe, like a crab with her thumb and finger. "Yooouch!" I squeaked and then laughed. My natural young body was exposed and so enjoying all sorts of tactile sensations. Everybody loves my feet Tony, then and now! I worked myself free of my shirt and jumper and now tugged down my short trousers and old boxers. I stood fully natural before my adopted auntie and uncle...I loved those Clarity's! "Our boy, come now, get on my back. Piggyback up the stairs." Said Mr. Clarity and considering his age, he did it! He bent and I saddled myself and held fast to his big sturdy neck. My little naked body secured on the old man's back and he gripped my little arse cheeks with his big strong hands behind his back and off we went. Mrs. Clarity clicked along in her heels behind us up the old stairs to weigh and measure me. We landed in the bathroom, I was placed on the cold tile floor on my small bare feet and I danced about. Hopping foot to foot like a jumping bean. My small noodle bounced around and smacked my tight ball pouch with little thwacks. "Settle down Noodle. Come and step on the scale." Mrs. Clarity said guiding my round arse with her long fingers, I moved along and stepped on the old style scale. It looked like a real antique by today's standards. But my feet were placed in the correct places by Mr. Clarity who moved each with his big hands. We looked at the dial and my weight was just about perfect for my age. I hopped off and we headed for the sewing room where I was placed- naked arse tightly pushed against the wall- my heels to the baseboard as Mr. Clarity made a mark on the old wallpapered wall just above my reddish golden hair. I stepped away and they used the tape measure to see my height. It was about three feet, nine inches or so. I was pretty tall for a first year child at school. "Can you remember all those numbers Noodle, you want to impress Doctor Reacher, don't you?" Mr. Clarity said bending forward and his aging hand stroking my cheek with love. I assured my adopted auntie and uncle that I could. I was a big boy...I boasted like that all the time, Tony! Mrs. Clarity stooped down and took my arms and pulled them to each side, I stood like a starfish more or less. I even pushed my feet wide apart as they slid along the wooden floor surface. I was so good at doing physical things like that and both the Clarity's looked amazed that I did not topple over. My small naked body was really stretched out. I had excellent poise and balance. "Just look how nimble he is! He could be a sportsman or a dancer no doubt when he is grown." Mr. Clarity said beaming at me with his grey haired head nodding in agreement with his own words. "Doctor Reacher will admire his physique, he really will. Just look at his nice shaped body and those toned big feet for a boy his age! And these long strong legs!" Mrs. Clarity said running her finger playfully up and down one of my legs full length from heel to thigh. "And he'll see this!" I said proudly, still in my starfish pose and bounced my boy noodle up and down with rapidity. "Oh, I am not sure Noodle. I think school exams are done in your socks and boxer shorts, my dear natural sweetheart." Mrs. Clarity said playfully tickling my tummy. "Dearie, I have a feeling that Noodle will shed his boxers and socks in his exam this Monday. I just know he will." Mr. Clarity winked knowingly at me and then at his elderly wife. "I think you are right, plus I think dear Doc Reacher would be happy to appreciate such health and vitality in one of his new students this year. Noodle is a picture of health and stamina and excellent physical fitness for his age!" Mrs. Clarity said with those two lovely breasts right by my face as she bent over me in her usual housedress style...oh, my body just swooned slightly towards them-like a magnet! Oh, Tony, I could resist no long. I let my sweaty toes give way and just fell into her padded chest. And she pulled my whole body into hers in a lovely cuddling moment-her arms around my nakedness. My face pushed between her breasts and right along the edge of the fabric of her very plain housedress. My little nose just nuzzled right in the "V" of her naked chest...perfectly fitting in the folds of her cleavage- betwixt those fleshy mounds. I am not ashamed to say, I felt wonderful! Her tender warm hands holding my back and arse tightly, pulling my whole self into her. I felt her warm shapely body all over my front. It felt glorious. Mr. Clarity watching us with glee; his smiling face taking in this sight of the childless woman whom he adored cradling this naked cherubic adopted boy. He was filled with emotion and spoke not a word. Being fully naked and natural with the Clarity's was all part of my new bold naturist-style of living. I loved my body and the way it looked and I wanted everyone to feel the same about me. Don't be shocked, Tony." I was not shocked, I was amazed and full of visions of my little nubile daddy nosing dear old Clarity's slit between her boobs. That made my "inner eyes" bug out. And the little naked arse of my daddy being caressed by this lovely auntie all the while her aging hubby watched with glee...these are the things that made me "shocked" if that is the right word. But knowing my daddy as I did, I should have not been surprised at all. Daddy was a magnet and all were drawn to him. The lazy afternoon carried on, daddy sipped his drinks and I refreshed them often...and the tales his early days at school flowed. "I'd have stayed inside that crack between those fleshy mounds, nuzzling like a pup...obviously wanting a breast feed- I knew babes did it. I wanted it. I was cradled in that sewing room for what may have been minutes but felt like ages to my young sense of timing. Mrs. Clarity gently lifted me off my pink feet and carried me to fabric chair she used by the window to sew at during nice afternoons. She sat and pulled my lanky legs around and I lay upon her lap, my face now lying alongside one dress covered breast. She now caressed my hair with her lovely fingers, raking thru it. My eyes wanting to close from all the long days at school. I found those early days at school so very long. It was Saturday but I was sleepy. My small hand reached up and stroked her delicately powdered cheek, and then I let it drop...purposefully down, along her tapered silky neck, down...and my curious finger rested where my nose had just been in that soft "V" just visible above her dress neckline. I let my finger push into that folded space between the breasts. It felt tender, private...even softer than her cheek had been. My finger was not slapped, I was not corrected. I just enjoyed wiggling- almost in slow motion, that finger, feeling that flesh...knowing or thinking I knew what was behind the dress-lower down- just waiting to be discovered. Needing to know more...always, and still to this very day always craving knowledge of all the people I meet. I want to see and know all about them. Am I babbling Tony? Are these drinks you make me too strong? Mr. Clarity, his grey hair glinting and knowing eyes looming nearby...gently placed his big finger down over mine inside that crack of softness. Together our fingers rested in her little nook. "It's warm and soft, right Noodle?" He asked almost like a child himself. "Yes, I like it." I answered as I lay being rocked gently by the adopted auntie I loved so. My natural naked self dappled in sunlight from the window. The sun streaming in...warming my exposed flesh, spotlighting me on Mrs. Clarity's lap as I lay enjoying all the attention. "Me, too Noodle. I like this little spot on Mrs. Clarity very much!" And he bent and kissed my forehead. His knees creaking with the strain of such a low bend to administer his act of tenderness upon me. His finger left the nook; mine remained nuzzling playfully and enjoying the feeling of being so close to those mysterious womanly fleshy mounds I was so intrigued by. Mr. Clarity let his finger move in a flourish to my tickly belly button. It felt rough with age as it landed there tenderly like a dragonfly on a leaf. I giggled as he gently made contact with that little bud of folded skin-so highly sensitive. He smiled down, Mrs. Clarity rocked me, humming a tune- holding my peach-fuzzy arse with one hand and my shoulder with the other...rocking, laughing. The old wall clock in the sewing room ticking away time but for me Tony, it stood still. I felt love and warmth and acceptance. The sun seemed to grow so bright, my eyes, Tony; my eyes were in golden light. I could hardly see. But I felt, my little body all flesh and sensations. The drinks you make are so strong. I better watch you make the next one. I feel as if I am seeing into that sewing room almost 40 years ago, I am there! The Clarity's so full of love and not wanting me to leave. I was theirs, emotionally and spiritually." Daddy sipped more of the drink I had made and he lay back on the chair, the afternoon air wafting around us. His eyes closed. He was there with the Clarity's again. I was glad my daddy did not see me next to him, I was very alive everywhere. My small body shook in little excited trembling as he revisited his early life. "Oh, Tony. So much! I mean that was just the start. Truly just baby steps really, I was branching out and discovering the world of others. Their bodies and feelings in relationship to mine. All fluid motion and touches and explorations driven by curiosity and a need to be held, tickled, stroked, loved. Wonderfully alive, yes, I felt electric laying there all natural and lit by the sun. My eyes squinted as the golden rays played tunes upon my retinas. I just drank in life. I felt that dear aging finger rub tiny circles starting in my little belly button cavity, swish, swish...I laughed. They laughed. The hand cradling my shoulder rubbed and soothed me tenderly while the other hand stroked my thigh and the side of my exposed arse cheek with light wispy movements. I rolled slightly to and fro as the hand motions engaged my very core being. The old finger swirled in delightfully ticklish ever increasing circles on me moving out from my little belly button. I writhed and wiggled in yielding motions as that beloved finger roamed and frolicked on the skin canvas of my youthful self. My eyes fluttered and my happily nested in cleavage finger moved now along one tender breast, just a bit; I felt as much as the neckline allowed down one smooth mound and let my finger move up the other side. My finger travelled the "V" and the journey was so new, perfectly grown-up and special. I felt now somehow bigger and older than anybody in my class. I knew about lady boobs...well, at least the top of them! More playful kisses from both adopted auntie and uncle landed about my small person. The sunlight pummelling my eyes with warming rays and the sensation of lips, wet and warm; gentle and innocently found targets all over my very available and complete skin surface. My fingers, my forehead, my tender tummy...and then a whiskered chin tickled my big toe as one wet kiss landed there with a pleasant familiar smacking sound. I squealed with utter delight. I was loved! Papa...damn him! The playful old finger now traced the high curved arch of one of my small pink feet, back and forth. The moments were golden. That room was my room, my place in the Clarity's from that day on, Tony. I had a place of refuge and so did my dear Ro. The room had a daybed and it would be big enough for us to sleep anytime, we were safe. As I let that finger of mine possess dear Mrs. Clarity's cleavage nook, I knew that I owned these two dear people. They were smitten with me (he had that effect on all around him) and I was all theirs and they mine. Ro, too belonged. A new family unit. Tony, I also knew that as I lay there being loved and appreciated physically and emotionally, I knew that I was a sensualist and my body was like an instrument I wanted played. Tunes and symphonies all over that natural surface of my being, played and enjoyed by all. All very innocent and primal. If that makes any sense to you? I know Tony you now are older that I was then, but even at my young age...I was beginning to feel and know a great deal. My natural naked state was divine and perfectly built...the real me. And we have spoken about "buttons", those places on your body that speak to you loudly and you want those buttons pressed often, it's natural. Well, I was discovering so many on my little body at that point. The way old Mr. Clarity's finger traced along my bare moist foot, back and forth...a button, Tony, a button! Ro, appeared at the door of the sewing room, she looked pleased to see me cradled in Mrs. Clarity's arms and fully "natural noodle" with Mr. Clarity playfully tickling me. "Oh, Noodle, you are always naked." Ro said. Her Saturday dress in floral patterns catching the sunlight now as she walked in. I could see her chest buds really now...they were two small mounds. I was pleased. "Look, Ro, someday you'll have these." I said wiggling my finger between those perfect breasts of Mrs. Clarity's. Ro with her black hair tied behind her head, moved over and stood above me. She gazed at where my finger rested in between those breasts. Her eyes looking playfully at me. Those eyes of mischief. "I hope so; I think you have lovely breasts Mrs. Clarity." She said in a very un-shy way. The room laughed in happy sounds. Mrs. Clarity enjoyed the compliment. "I agree Rosie, she does." Mr. Clarity chimed in. Mrs. Clarity stopped rubbing my thigh and moved her hand up to Ro's chest. She tenderly stroked one bud and then the other thru her dress. "My dear, yours are due soon. I can feel it." She said kindly. I moved my happy finger from Mrs. C's nook and rubbed one bud on Ro and nodded. "Yes, I can feel them too. I think she's going to have really big ones some day." I added with a smile. Again more laughter. Ro being Ro, poked my sheathed flaccid noodle and jiggled it with her finger between my noodle and small tight ball sac. "And this is getting big...and much too full of vim!" I laughed and let her poke at me. Tony, I was Ro's...all of me. Mrs. Clarity thanked Ro for coming in without knocking, using the spare key under the flower pot. We must both do that...me too, she said. Their house was ours. Anytime. And Ro explained how crazy papa had been and how we just had to be free. Both the Clarity's understood and vowed to make sure papa knew that they had a bed for us and a room, anytime. I lay listing to this on Mrs. C's lap, my cheek now against her soft breast again- nuzzling and feeling a sacred bond...and nearly dozed off. I felt so at home!" Much more of my dear daddy's early life to come! 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/ www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/natural-noodle-and-friends/