Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2019 17:52:42 +0200 From: wise owl Subject: The Life and Times of Natural Noodle (part three) 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 directory prior to reading this: www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/watching-daddy/ And read all sections of this directory in order, thank you. The Life and Times of Natural Noodle Part Three One of my lasting memories of my daddy is the way he told the stories of his life. No matter what the content or events, the way daddy spoke was magical and drew me in. The times of the 1930's and 40's were a truly innocent time in society. Yes, bad things did happen...to be sure! But for my daddy and Rosie, this was a time to be recalled with fondness and delight. And add to the fact that daddy's dad was so removed from child rearing and both Rosie and he were hungry for other trusted adults to show concern and care in a loving, safe way. As I pictured my daddy stark naked at nearly 4 feet tall and standing in this older couple's bath tub...it just about blew my young mind. The standards of the 1960's and those of his "olden times" seemed to be worlds apart. I was not about to do what daddy did and to be frank...my parents would not have been well pleased with it if I had. But daddy lived in the country and life was simpler and his "natural noodle" status was considered a sweet, odd and rather endearing quality. Daddy, after playing the little tease on me, settled back down on my bed and finished his tale of this first bubble bath with Mr. And Mrs. Clarity. "How did you get in the bath?" I asked picturing the piggy back ride on old Mr. Clarity's back. "Well, Tony, the old dear man spun around on his feet on the bathroom tile floor and lowered me down and slowly stepped in as his big hands released my bare bottom. He just turned and the elderly couple were about to leave me, alone and I stopped them." "Why? Did you want them to give you a bath like your sister Rosie did? I asked looking at daddy's soft eyes. "Tony, the warm bubbly water felt delicious on my small feet, they were sore. The garden and field were not very well kempt and my rather soft fleshed pink toes and soles had been given a real pummelling as I frolicked naked as could be. I stood just loving the warm soothing effect it had on them. They had turned to go and I was still rather small and I called out. They turned around and stood looking at me standing there like a little naked tree. "Don't go, stay. I don't want to be alone in here." I said honestly to them. Mrs. Clarity laughed and said I was completely safe, no monsters in the linen cupboard. But I stood there and looked eager. "Stay, help me." I said reaching down and grasping a huge handmade soap bar from a little tub dish. I held the bar out, it nearly toppled from small hand it was so big. "I'll go and leave you two to get all clean." Mr. Clarity said sagely as his white beard wiggled. "No, stay. Both of you!" I said wagging the soap in the air. My skinny body was actually feeling a little chilled now. "You're shivering, Reggie. Come here. Get in that water!" Mrs. Clarity said. "And shut that door, there is a breeze coming thru." Mr. Clarity obeyed his lady wife and shut the door and both approached the tub. Mrs. Clarity took the soap cake from me and guided my thin arm down as I sank low into the foamy water. It felt glorious. It was a deeper tub than ours and I felt like a little king. Mr. Clarity knelt by the tub edge and made comments about his old knees. Mrs. Clarity did the same but knelt on a towel, much easier on old knees! The two old, charming faces loomed over the enamelled tub edge, gazing down at me as I sat on my bottom with my legs straight out. The water was up to my mid-tummy and felt like a warming blanket. My naked hairless chest and arms just loved the soapy water I thrashed about it. I ran my hands all over my upper body and lathered away, just like at home. The audience watching added to the joyous mood and I smiled and chatted away like a magpie. They just nodded and smiled along with me. "We've never given any one a bath. It's a job we never had to do with having no children. What do we do?" Mrs. Clarity asked me as I smiled up at her. "Wash me of course, Rosie does and makes sour comments about my dirty toes." I said pushing my little fingers out and tapping at the bar of soap playfully that still sat in her big hand. "Well, get busy woman." Mr. Clarity said in his slightly old fashioned way. "Both of you...take turns, go on." Bossy little I said. I was just as bossy as you Tony, no wonder we are so alike! And so they did." I interrupted daddy with a slight nudge of my own small hand on his shoulder. Now I was not shy and asked daddy things point blank. I was not one to mince words. "Did they really wash you everywhere like bossy Rosie? Really...everywhere?" My young mind was noodle obsessed. I could not stop thinking about daddy's small noodle being exposed and then...actually washed by these two non-family members. It caused a rush of giddy, if not downright, heart palpitating glee! I think daddy saw it. "Tony, relax and breathe. Deeper. There. You must not get overexcited by my tales of the olden days as you call them. They were delightful folks and would become like grandparents almost to me. So keep that in your little head and not some notion they were going to snip my noodle off. Rosie and I trusted them. Got it." I breathed deeper and felt my heart settle down. "Yes, daddy. But I heard that sometimes..." "No schoolyard nonsense. I am sure some of your friends have told you outlandish tales. This is not one of those, none of mine are. They are just life. My old life. Not some crazy monster creations you and your buddies love to titter about in the playground corners. I can safely assure you that Mr. And Mrs. Clarity did not live in a gingerbread house and lure children in to then bake them into life-size cookies. Got it?" I nodded and he continued. "Mrs. Clarity began as I sat and guided her. Her long delicate fingers, skilled at sewing and mending were perfect for washing me. "Start with my toes. Rosie does." I said lifting one foot up just about your shoe size, my sweet Tony, right up and out of the sudsy water. I twiddled my toes. She lovingly rubbed soap all over my small foot, all along my arch, my soiled heel, over the back and up and around each pink toe. Each crevice in between the toes of that foot got a good going over. It felt wonderfully refreshing! Her nails tickled my sensitive area under my toes. I laughed and whooped. She bent and kissed my soapy toes. Her eyes lit up. "I could just eat these precious toes!" She giggled and I knew she was having fun, just like Rosie did. "Your turn, your turn." I hooted as I lifted my other still dirty foot high up and dropped the clean one down again. "Go on Mr. Clarity, do what Reggie wants. Rosie wants a clean little brother back, not one half clean!" She said handing him the soap. I loved the way they just hovered above the side of the bath, poor Mr. Clarity's old knees. The bath was not a short process. Not the way I was carrying on. Mr. Clarity's older slightly arthritic fingers did not feel as nice but they were strong. He worked between my toes with a feisty nature that only you, my Tony, may have matched. I laughed as he too tickled my foot, this time along the arch. I loved his way of using his thumb, fascinating! I wiggled my foot with near spasms of pleasure at his tickling skills! "My legs, do my legs!" I next instructed, as poor Mr. Clarity was already reaching over the tub as it was since he had hold of my foot farthest from the side of the bath he and his wife knelt by. He let go of my foot but I still held it aloft and ready, grabbed the soap cake from Mrs. Clarity who held it and lathered my skinny leg all up and down with his big rough hands. My upper leg was underwater and he just rubbed and scrubbed ankle to thigh. His large hands actually could wrap right round my soapy thigh, his hands were that big!" My young mind blurred. I am afraid to say that the very idea of those big hands all over my young daddy...kind of blew me away. I found it electrifying and thrilling. "Mrs. Clarity took on the nearer leg and did it the same but with more grace and charm. Her long fingers purposely tickling me all along my leg as often she could. I laughed and splashed about. And then she worked all over my bare chest and neck...all around in big circles and then down my back. Mr. Clarity took on my reddish golden mop of hair and really scrubbed me until I thought my brain was scrambled. Rubbing and squeezing my hair thru his fingers. Nothing like a shampoo with a pair of huge hands at work! And then it was a rinse with a little pail filled in the sink kept just for that purpose, the sink water felt chilly being splashed all over my soapy head. And I was done!" I knew daddy had omitted a little body part...his noodle. I was not going to let him off the hook. "Daddy, what about your noodle? Did they wash it? Come on, what really happened?" I chided and goaded. "Tony, you are so single-minded! My noodle was washed, of course." My eyes wide and eager. "By who, by who daddy?" Daddy knew this was so important to me; I needed details, even when I was young. "Tony, it was gentle and a good lesson for me. Rosie had been looking after my noodle in baths...it was time I had more control. I was still learning and I was not hairy down there and certainly not as big back then... a very good time to learn hygiene and be able to do it myself. Rosie just was not a parent, she was only young herself. I said after my hair was rinsed, "What about that?" I pointed down into the suds and looked at the pair above me with concern. "Rosie washes me....down there. My noodle." I added. "Well, Natural Noodle, I think you need to do it yourself. All young men need to know how." Mrs. Clarity affirmed handing me the soap. "Now, kneel up, let's see you make a good job of it." She added. And so I knelt on my little knobby knees and took the soap. My two helpers just watched and guided me. I took charge of my foreskin clad noodle and did as instructed. I had watched Rosie enough and did a bit of scrub around. Mr. Clarity pointed out with his finger. "You need to get in, I know it seems hard, but really pull that skin back and wash all inside. You have plenty of extra skin and you just have to do it." He said pointing. I gripped myself with my small fingers and pulled the extra skin well back- the little pink head truly popped out fully. I had never really pulled the skin that far back to pee or wash and this was the most I ever did. It shocked me; I looked with wonderment to Mr. And Mrs. Clarity for assurance it was all the way it should be. My eyes popped wide as I gazed down and saw my pink knob, always mostly hidden apart from the tip...now all out and showing. Rosie only pushed her finger tips in the top and wiggled around with soap. I always laughed, it tickled but this time the air hitting it felt all cold around it. So different." Hearing daddy explain this moment of young revelation felt very warming to me and highly intimate. I could picture that, I mean his cock-knob still remained so mysterious to me even now but back then, to the young daddy- it was truly all so new and magical. And having the beloved Clarity couple as his guide. Daddy's eyes were far away as he recalled it. "So I used my own small fingers and touched it, the pink knob, all over for the very first time. I soaped it and I felt like my knees would not hold me. I got all shaky. "That's fine, not too much. That's fine." Mr. Clarity guided as he and his wife marvelled at my first step to bodily hygiene independence. The feeling was very sensitive and I stopped after I grabbed a handful of water and doused myself of the soap and then my exposed noodle looked all wet and clean. "Pull the skin back now up over top, our Natural Noodle. And do that each time you bathe. Very good to be clean." Mrs. Clarity urged. I did gently but the sensitivity lingered inside all over my now hidden knob and I met the eyes of the elderly pair as the skin rolled back up and the pure wonder of it all made us all laugh at my little moment of pure self-discovery." I stopped daddy. "Self-discovery? Like finding a new country?" I asked "Tony, it was a new country. I had been shown a part of myself I had not seen. I marvelled at it, my little knob. I knew my noodle on the outside, but not really what was inside the extra skin that dangled off the top as it does. It was a big moment." He added. He carried on. "It's those buttons again. (Note: as explained previously in "Watching Daddy") My noodle is a button and I sort of knew that before that bath but I really knew once the skin came back off the top and I touched it. I had no doubt and that very moment of feeling weak-kneed and my eyes wide, well I shared it with those two beloved people, The Claritys. Well, the bath was done and I stood on my feet and was still shaky after my little discovery. I was wrapped in a towel and lifted out. Rubbed and rubbed until I was raw and dry. They both did it and I felt warm all over. My clothes were all downstairs and Mrs. Clarity just wrapped me in the towel and we all walked hand in hand back down the old wooden steps. My small bare feet now as clean as a whistle and not messing up the clean floors. I felt good all over and I still was pretty naked. And cheeky me, I got to the base of the stairs and just let the big towel drop. It was still warm enough and I sauntered away and explored the living room, naked as could be. "Silly us, I knew he'd not need a cover! Just look at our nature boy!" Mrs. Clarity said as I knelt up on a low window seat couch and gazed out the big window, my small clean pink feet dangling off and my arse pointing inward and the rest me on show thru the lace curtains. I felt very comfortable in their home and I knew I'd be in it lots and never need to be dressed. Another place to be Natural Noodle and never have to worry. The lemonade was served in the front room and I sat naked and sandwiched between the two old dears on the big couch with my small bare feet scarcely able to touch the old carpet on the floor. The first visit went by so quickly I hated to see it end. Rosie knocked on the front door, I sort of knew she'd come by and fetch me. I raced to the door, threw it open and stood naked to greet her-legs wide and feet planted and arms crossed! Rosie launched in and grabbed me in a big hug. She liked to do that especially if I was busy being Natural Noodle. She carted me into the front room as best she could as I was not an easy passenger as I loved to wiggle about. She put me down and I raced around the room like a mad thing. The frolicking indoors was done with care so not break any of the nice things they had on display. Bossy Rosie, still decked out in school uniform, attempted to pinch my backside several times as I zipped by her on my little frolics around the coffee table. The older pair just sat and laughed at my naked antics. I think I wore myself out trying to impress them! My clothes were fetched and I was made to sit down on the front hall chair by the umbrella stand and begin to dress...old boxer underwear first and so on. I hated getting dressed; it had been fun to be so free and naked. I slowly pulled on my now aired long green school socks, held my foot high for all to inspect and wiggled my toes before the assembled audience...who watched while giving humorous remarks at my slow speed. Mrs. Clarity playfully grabbed my small socked toes and tickled them fondly as I held up each foot for approval...she so loved to tease and make me smile! Rosie was happy my naked afternoon had not left me filthy and the bath was much appreciated. The couple explained I was welcome to play and bath there anytime I wished; I was not any trouble to them. I smiled at this! Once my shoes were on and my books in my arm, we moved to the front porch to leave. "Rosie, our very own Natural Noodle has made a little personal discovery. He now understands how to clean himself...down there!" Mr. Clarity added proudly as we moved down the path. Rosie shouted a thank you over her shoulder. I waved and shouted I'd be back and they smiled fondly at me waving wildly. "So, you can clean your own little noodle. Well, it's about time." She chided as we walked. "I can pull the skin all the way back, it feels funny but I can. And I get an unusual tingle too." I said slyly. Typical bossy, all knowing, and curious big sister Rosie grabbed my arm and whispered. "I'll bet, you naughty thing. I've heard about that "tingle" boys get from my friends at school lunch break. I'll give you a tingle!" She hissed and she started to tickle me all over, I nearly dropped my homework books. We ran all the way home." My dad was exhausted telling me the tale and needed to get off to sleep himself. I was kissed goodnight and lay wondering and dreaming of him. My naked hero! I asked him what happened next many times when I was young and I did hear many more "Natural Noodle" tales but as for his next phase of self-exploration and "button" locating...those tales were held until I was slightly older. Bossy big sister Rosie and many others helped my daddy to bloom and find his "buttons". But those tales of old were for a slightly more mature me. As a matter of fact, several years later daddy picked up that very story at the point where he and Rosie got home that late afternoon just after that first visit to the Clarity house and even though years had gone by since I heard part one, part two began with daddy not missing one beat! Big sister Rosie, my boisterous auntie, had no intention of letting daddy have all the fun finding his first real private "button"! Oh, no...bossy big sister Rosie had some of her own ideas! More of my daddy's early life and times soon...What big sister Rosie did next is on the way! Much more to come and also please enjoy my life memoirs: www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/watching-daddy/ Feel free to write me anytime! Tony aka wiseoldowl@gmx.com