Date: Fri, 4 Oct 2019 16:45:27 +0200
From: wise owl <wiseoldowl@gmx.com>
Subject: The Life and Times of Natural Noodle (part eight) for bisexual/ adult-youth/

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 Life and Times of Natural Noodle



Part Eight:



I can remember for days after my daddy began telling me his "unedited"
memories of growing up, I was always about to burst. I felt like my young
insides would just pop with the sheer delight in all I knew daddy would
say.


My own life up to this stage had always revolved around getting daddy
naked, spying on him and hearing as much as I could about what I fondly
called his "olden days."


But now...I was hearing it all. I was on the edge of those big changes that
transform a boy into a young man. And daddy felt I could hear the raw
truth...no holding back.

Readers will note that recalling of the first hospital game played with
Franny, Teddy and dear big sister Ro was aided by my daddy sipping a
cocktail. I am ashamed to admit, but daddy's tongue got looser with each
sip and thus...if I wanted a truly open, nothing held back memory...I hit
him up after a drink or two. He truly let all his past be revealed. He did
when sober but more so when tipsy. And by the time I was at this age of my
own big body changes, daddy was working so damn hard and drinking just a
bit more. Being now well over 40...he had to compete with the young new
executives on so many levels.

I loved detail and daddy loved recalling his growing up "Natural Noodle"
days with much colour and vitality. Around this very time I cornered my
Auntie Rosie in private on a few visits to us and actually confronted her
with much of what daddy was revealing. She backed it all up....and added a
few nuggets of her own. I think that made me high as kite, I never doubted
daddy's memories...but it was great to know Auntie Rosie saw it all too and
lived it as well.

I found my young self wanting to get daddy talking alone as often as
possible BUT not appear "sex mad" and overwrought. Daddy did not like me
getting too worked up. Those first few days after hearing about the
hospital game number one, well, I just lay awake. I think I really had to
struggle to get homework done. I just wanted more but I had to wait...I
needed to be cool. Daddy would not be happy if he thought I was so aroused
that I was suffering at school. I think I was...I mean, let's face it, I
had visions of my young, barely new at school daddy prancing about being
natural noodle and everyone loving it. It filled my mind like nothing else
could. My daddy the young super naked hero!

So at night, I found comfort in reliving all sorts of daddy
things....things seen in my many experiments in getting daddy naked
(Watching Daddy) and things heard by sneaking about and by things seen by
spying like a master(also in Watching Daddy). And my hand would slip down
inside my silky PJ bottoms and find...my ever stiff little buddy...waiting
and wanting to play. My body changes had not produced hair down there
yet...but my eager fingers checked nightly for any signs of this "big
change" to come. I wished I had skin like daddy...all that glorious skin
over his noodle. But I had none. I just had to love what I had and enjoy
it. I began to appreciate my own small exposed mushroom-headed knob...it
had my attentions more than I can to admit!

About a week after the hospital memory part one, mummy had a PTA meeting at
my school and thus, I had daddy all alone. He'd worked all day, socked feet
propped up and a drink in his hand. Our meal had been early to help mum get
off to school and daddy had not had a bath yet...he'd just changed into his
around the house shirt and slacks...same wonderful socks still from a day
at the office were on those great size 11 feet. Dark blue, nearly sheer
nylon cotton solid socks...and every contour of those moist feet glowed as
I strode up to him and knelt by those feet. My homework done as I waited
for our meal...I was free and ready to get daddy talking. My jeans again
were hidden by the footstool and I played lovingly with daddy's warm,
highly aromatic feet...long strokes and rubs....ahhhhhh came from his
throat. I think I was getting him relaxed.

The evening newspaper fell from his handsome face and he looked down at me.

"Can I get you another drink, daddy?" I asked knowing full well he should
not have too much.

He nodded a negative.

"This is number two, Sweetie, only two or I fall asleep." He said smiling
down at me. His reddish golden moustache twitching playfully as he smiled.

I rubbed and looked up at those blue eyes.

"Daddy, remember a while ago...you were telling me about Rosie and Franny
and Teddy and..." He cut me off.

"Oh, let me guess, mum's out and you want Natural Noodle to come and play?"
He said drinking a bit more of the cocktail he still had.

Now, I was just old enough to think privately...I'd love to play with your
noodle daddy, BUT I was not so bold as to say that. Plus I knew he'd think
ill of me being so overzealous...yes, Sex Mad Tony on the war path. And
he'd be right. Play it cool I said to myself.

"Yes, please. Tell me more. I want to hear all about your first year at
school and all the Natural Noodle stuff you did. You were not like anyone I
knew when I began school...nobody that young was ever so brave and cocky as
you." I said rubbing his warm socked big toe on one foot.

"I was such a little rascal, four feet barely of pure bounce and vim...just
a real newbie at school but felt like I was invincible and as you say,
Natural Noodle the superhero. Maybe I was. Lots of other children thought I
was something special and many adults too. I was...Tony, I was!" Daddy said
wiggling his feet and lying back on the chair. His cosy chair and a place
to chill out...and tell me about his life...all of it...graphic and real!

I rubbed his feet, drank in that smell. Swooned and whispered.

"Go on, right were you left off. You had just ran home from the Clarity
house and Ro was chasing you. Remember? Franny wanted to look after you
when Rosie had piano and Stan wanted to play with you and..." Daddy burst
in.

"Tony, I may have had a few drinks but I do recall my own life. I did live
it. Let me tell it!" And so I shut up and just let daddy close those eyes
and whisk us back to the 1930's and that golden time of his young life.

His voice came clearly and with spunk.

"Rosie really chased me home that night. Was I drenched in sweat, head to
toes. She was one beefy tomboy type and could run like the wind. Plus five
years older than me, I had to really use my little leg muscles to get up
those front steps without her pulling my school trousers clear off me!

She was that bold, she'd have stripped me on the front porch! I ran like
mad away from her and nearly walked into papa!

He'd beat us home and we stood like statues and our giggles and whoops
stopped as if the volume was turned off on the TV.

Papa, tall and looming over us in his work clothes, looked at us out of
breath and sweaty from our quick run.

"What are you two up to?" Papa asked looking grim. His normal expression.

Rosie, quick as wink, always knew the right thing to say.

"Papa, we just came back from Mr. And Mrs. Clarity's house and guess what?
They found an old box of their nephew's football gear from his schooldays
long ago and Reggie can have it all. And Mrs. Clarity is going to make a
little outfit to play in, better early than never and then he can play on
the school team in a few years." Rosie said almost exhausted.

We both followed papa into the house and he seemed appeased at her
answer. Rosie always called me Reggie to papa; he'd never have understood
my natural noodle activities. We kept so much from him...he was very sour
much of the time.

Rosie and I quickly went up to our rooms and put on our house clothes and
had our tea with papa as usual. He made sure to tell me to thank the nice
folks who gave me the football kit and I said I did and would again. Rosie
and her mouth saved the day...again.

But I knew Ro was not done with me yet. Not by a long shot. She was all
fired up from my talk of being "natural noodle" with Franny on her piano
lesson afternoons. And she was all bouncy washing up the dishes and trying
to grab at me...I thought papa would see her, she was so bold!"

I rubbed daddy's foot and sniffed and swooned...but asked another "typical"
Tony question.

"Where did she try to grab you when your papa was not looking?"

Daddy just carried on.

"Oh, naughty Ro! She waited until he was putting the plates on the shelf
after I dried them and she just pinched my little arse, hard! I had on my
long flannel-like trousers and a button shirt...and she just wanted me to
yelp. And I nearly did. Then she put her finger in my ear...crazy girl!

That tickled and I giggled. I darted away and skid on my socks, I had on my
grey school socks still and I just glided across the wooden floor as if on
ice. My feet were rather sweaty! Papa sort of saw me and made a sound like
he was getting tired of any silly behaviour.

Papa spun around as Rosie was just about to come and poke me.

"Get that boy in the bath, and then into his room for his homework lessons!
Wash him good!" He said glowering.

"Oh, I will papa, I will. Come on Reggie, let `s go, bath time!"

Rosie grabbed my small arm and nearly lifted my small sweaty socked feet
off the floor. Tony she could not wait to get me in the bath...I was her
captive!  I just followed, helpless really, so young and she was so big and
burly for a girl her age. I just flew up the stairs on my socked toes as
she led the way to the bathroom.


Papa did not even notice. I was up lickety-split and my dear big sister Ro
pushed me head long into the small bathroom, almost knocking me into the
toilet bowl as my socks just kept skidding along. She quickly shut the door
and turned the little latch.

"Why are you locking the door, Ro?" I said beginning to undo my buttons on
my around the house "non school" shirt one at a time. I just looked up into
her dark eyes and her hair seemed all a mess from all our tussling and
playing. She had a devious smile. She was full of these emerging hormones
and so on the verge of her own big changes to do with her body.

"Noodle, don't talk so loud. You don't want papa bursting in on your bath
time with me...no fun if he gets involved!" She said quietly and began to
help undo my shirt. My fingers were still small and hers were quite big by
then. She also turned on the bath taps and had began to run a warm bath for
me.

I loved my baths with Ro.

"Noodle, have you done any tricks again? You know with your skin and your
noodle getting stiffer?" Ro said as she eagerly pulled away my shirt and
began to undo my long trousers and pull away my old boxer shorts.

"Well, I did sneak into the boy's outdoor toilets at school and have a
little fiddle for a bit. It felt nice but the playtime ended." I never
mentioned Stan...he was my little secret.

She pulled off my long grey socks over my sweaty toes...and I was naked as
natural noodle and she looked me over.

"You are so cute and strong for your age. And no wonder Franny really likes
you, lots! I can tell and Teddy, well, beware of him. He may be nasty to
you. But Franny will be so nice to be with on my piano lesson
afternoons. You do everything she says....right Noodle?" She said kneeling
before me and patting my naked tummy fondly as she spoke.

"Oh, yes. I will and I'll be natural noodle for her!" I boasted and turned
to get my leg over the tub and little bottom presented itself fully to Ro.

My naked little bare arse got a lovely slap...playful but with a
sting. That's Ro!

And into the water I went and Ro came and turned off the flow. I sat down
with a plop...and it was hot. My arse really got a bit hot! But Rosie just
laughed as I complained. Our usual nightly routines as always except for
the door locked, that was new.

I grabbed the big soap cake and worked on my small left foot, really trying
hard to impress Rosie who just stood above me and smiled.

"Noodle, I am going to get you!" She hissed under breath. Her body now
kneeling alongside the tub. I sat, my lanky legs outstretched in the tummy
high water and just finishing my foot washing and giggled playfully.

Ro's chest was tub-edge height and her chest buds were showing against her
simple house dress she wore when not in a school dress. I thought about
Franny and how much more shape she had there. I'd never seen Rosie without
clothing. All these early years of my young life and she'd seen me naked
everyday...and I'd not see any of her!

But Tony, I was not thinking sex thoughts at all. Just plain young
curiosity, I mean I'd seen all that cleavage Mrs. Clarity had and I was
just curious about it all.

She grabbed my other small foot and the soap and began to work her magic as
I lounged there watching her take care of me in such a motherly way. Her
soapy fingers worked in between my tickly pink toes and all over my bare
foot.

It felt great. Up my legs...scrubbing and soaping. Then my chest and
arms...lathering away and rinsing as she went along. Lastly face, neck and
hair...she used the scooping method to rinse away the soap in my thick
reddish golden hair as I sat with eyes closed, loving it.

"Your turn, Noodle! Kneel up and wash...your new way. The grown up big boy
way!"

Ro said pulling me up by my small elbow onto my knees in the warm water.

Ro knelt by the edge, leaning in and watched. I found my balance and
tenderly began my new found skill. My little fingers grabbed my noodle and
worked back the tight covering foreskin...bit by bit. Ro gasped as my
little pink knob popped out and greeted her.

"Did that hurt; it seemed to really pop out, Noodle?" She asked hovering by
my ear.

I held my skin back with my small thumb and finger and waggled the knob
about.

"Nope, not really. Just feels funny. I have to get used to it being out so
far. It feels like it will never go back in but watch."

I said proudly as I let go and the skin almost shot halfway back over the
little top and I helped pull it all the way over...really gave it a tug so
the extra skin gathered to cover the top up completely.

Ro sighed, "Magic! Go on now and wash. And make it bigger, do your trick."

I loved to make Ro amazed, happy, giggly...so I took some soap, got my
small fingers all lathery and pulled my skin downward and began to clean
myself as I was shown by the dear Clarity's. I really got my little fingers
around the small knob and just under the skin, not much, it was tight...but
I was getting good at it. Ro just giggled and egged me on.

Now Tony, I just washed and smiled and really nearly finished and then she
was whispering, and poking my arm as I scooped water up to rinse myself.

"Go on, go back and forth...like before. Can't you do it? Have you
forgotten? I bet you did, you're just too little!" She said almost into my
small ear. I knew she did not want papa to think we were being silly.

"Oh, no...I can do it." I was very serious; I did not want her to think I
was not capable of my new noodle trick.

And to prove her wrong, I grabbed my noodle tightly and used both my hands
as a team and the fingers worked the tight skin up and back, slowly and
then with speed. Ro's big dark eyes lit up and she smiled. My little
pinkish knob popping in and out of view was a cute sight and we both
giggled, maybe too loudly.

I nearly toppled off my knees as the new and wonderful tingles and rushes
pulsed thru me as they had in the boy's toilet and when Rosie had cornered
me in bedroom a little while back. Ro steadied me with her hand on my arm
as I carried on. I kept swaying and my eyes sort of glazed over. The
feeling was intense and exhilarating.

"Oh, Noodle, it's getting a bit longer and stiffer. Yes, how exciting! The
little tip seems redder and swollen- just like a little berry on a branch."
Rosie crooned in my ear. I too saw it and proudly carried on. My young new
best friend was fuller and more elongated and truly my noodle trick was
still all my own! The exposed knob did look fuller and certainly deeper in
hue.

"Oh, I wish we'd had time to do this when we played hospital with Franny."
Ro said almost sadly.

"You said we'd play again. I will show my tricks, promise." I said as I
stopped playing-the skin still pulled back and my little knob showing, my
vision spinning and little tingles erupting all over my small wet body.

We both just gaped at my now filled out noodle. I let go my fingers and we
admired the way it bobbed about with little twitches as it seemed to stick
up from my ball sac and point toward the ceiling. The lovely reddish pink
round knob-end looking like a one-eyed worm as it looked back up at us.

"So cute, Noodle. So grown up. I have a feeling you'll be showing Franny
this before we play hospital again, you'll never be able to keep this to
yourself!" Rosie said smiling.

"I want everyone to see, I love doing it." I gasped.

The loud knock made us both jump. I nearly fell over in the bath.

We knew it was papa, Ro grabbed the wet washcloth and I plopped down into
the soapy water on my naked arse, legs again stretched out before me.

Ro took the washcloth and sort of placed it firmly over my small, hard
friend. She tried to hide my stiffness in the wet folds of the material.

I just giggled.

"It feels so hard and stiff, Noodle." She giggled back at me in a whisper.

The feeling of the pressure of her hand, pushing the cloth along my stiff
little noodle certainly made me have those tingles again. My pink bare toes
twitched with glee under the water.

"Unlock this door, now!" Papa bellowed. The handle shook as he tried to
enter.

Ro, ever the peacemaker and thinker, stood, smoothed her dress and unlocked
the door.

Papa, red faced, angry...he stalked in.

"Why is that door locked, Rosie?" He said looking at us both.

I sat with my washcloth covering my still stiff noodle, and I was amazed
Tony, it stayed all full and tall. I think the fact this angry man, my
so-called father, was standing there fully dressed with Ro fully
dressed...well I felt great being "natural noodle" and sporting this new
phase of my eager young self-discovery.

Papa stood over me, looking down with his aging stern face, examining my
naked self sitting in the tub as Ro stood by....waiting. The washcloth,
with a small central tent pole, sat at my middle and my hands swishing the
water around playfully but not in a silly way.

"Reggie, you are growing every day. You'll need new clothes soon. Just look
at your lanky legs and arms. And those feet...my oh my." Papa said in a
rather uncharacteristic way, he sounded half-human. He bent and touched my
bare foot in the water...looking.

Ro moved over and sat on the edge of the tub and did her usual nearly
snarky comment.

"Yes, papa, lots of him is growing...all over."

Ro giggled and I knew what she meant. I am not sure papa did.

Papa moved away and left, pulled the door partly closed, but not fully.

Ro bent down and pulled away the cloth and my little flagpole, well, had
begun to melt away and the skin had moved up and over the top
again...almost back to normal.

"The magic is over. Oh, well...more another day. Come on Noodle, let's get
you dry!" Rosie said kindly pulling me up out of the now cooling tub and
wrapping me in a fuzzy towel to dry."

I knelt by the footstool and rubbed and rubbed those feet as daddy lay
back, eyes closed and just talked. Nothing holding him back...it was pure
enchantment as well.

My own youthful "friend" bobbed and strained inside my jeans as I took all
this in.

"Daddy, when you had all those tingles and swooning feelings...did you...I
mean did you go all the way?" I asked carefully.

"Not really Tony, I still was so new at all this and exploring and figuring
it all out. Rosie had no idea or not a very clear one. So I just went so
far, felt all strange and wonderful sensations and let it go at
that. Until...well, much more to say and not all in one night!! Daddy said
jiggling his big socked feet playfully before me.

"Well, what happened next? Was it Franny or school or..." Daddy cut me off.

"Mmm, I think the next day or so before Rosie's upcoming piano lesson I had
a few little events at school that were "interesting" and worth telling.

Now being knew at school and in the lowest class, I was still feeling my
way around.



The school was old, two parts, the younger in one wing, the older in
another with a school hall and office in the middle. Only about 4 or 5
classrooms and each with over 30 students. Not much staff, a teacher for
each class and the head of the school and her helper. The school had a
nurse and doctor who came for examinations every once in a while. I had not
seen them yet...I had only just begun school. There was much I had not seen
or done, to be honest. It was truly early days.

Mrs. Bigley was the helper, secretary and general nosey woman who seemed to
always be lurking about. 40 something in age. She was tall like a post,
thin and had a sharp, rat-like face with round dark spectacles on her
nose. Her hair was dark, long- shoulder length and hung very plainly.

Miss Rozell was the head of the school and a big, chunky lady with blonde
hair all piled atop her round face. She was over 50 and very commanding,
captain of the ship type.

I'd had very little contact with either in those early days and Ro warned
me to steer clear. She said they both were nosey and bossy. I knew I'd seen
them out at playtimes and they were always on the lookout for naughty boys,
they tended to be easy on girls...so I was wary of them lurking about."

Daddy really lay back now and just fully relaxed, the foot massage was
doing wonders. I carried on!

"So Tony, there I was at school next day, my short trousers, long grey wool
socks and school button shirt plus those leather school shoes...all ready
for a day in class. We little ones were taken in a bunch to the outdoor
toilets before lunch but we could go by ourselves anytime we
needed...unsupervised.  I loved the grown up feeling of sauntering off
unwatched, on my own and taking all the time I wanted. The teacher never
said I took too long; she had 30 or so others to worry about. So I went for
"wee" lots. Not really needing it, but loving the chance to explore the
school and newly emerging self...natural noodle time!

Mrs. Bigley smoked and she did it out behind the toilets. She thought
nobody saw her, I did. I saw her hiding behind the toilet buildings out to
the rear of the school.

I meandered into the boy's toilet, it always seemed empty. I hoped to show
off and nobody was around. I was so excited to be "natural noodle" anywhere
I could and having met Stan, well, I was keen to bump into others who might
enjoy my noodle tricks.

I heard sounds out back as I stood by the urinals; I undid my button fly,
pulled out my little noodle and began a trickle of pee. I did not really
have to go but I pretended. I ignored the rustling sounds outside the old
window which was up nearer the ceiling. I could just see Rosie in my mind,
creeping up the branches of the nearby tree to peep in. The window was
always open for air and odour control.

I finished but left my noodle dangling happily between the flaps of my fly
and my hand fiddled a bit...skin up, skin back...slowly over my sensitive
little knob. I went to the toilet stall with the window over it and by
standing on the loo seat with my leather shoes straddling the sides; I
could just about peep over the sill and see around back.

I could just about see Mrs. Bigley under the nearby tree, all huddled and
puffing away. Her tall, bony frame almost crouching for fear of being
caught. Her dark framed spectacled eyes peering here and there, watchful
and slightly nervous. So unattractive.

I kept fiddling with my noodle's skin...it felt so good just tugging and
working it back and forth; my legs got wobbly up on the seat.

"Whatcha doing?" Came a little voice.

I think I made a few unsteady clunky sounds as I turned round on the old
wooden loo seat and faced the little voice head on.

I saw Billy, a boy my age and in my class. He was shorter than me and a bit
heavyset with a round freckled face and straw coloured hair. He looked like
he was about to burst his school short trousers, they really were too small
for his chubby form.

He was just by the toilet stall opening and looked up at me fully and saw
my naked noodle, hanging out of my fly folds and looking very unashamed. I
stood on the seat now, balanced carefully on my shoed feet and crossed my
arms regally...looking him eye to eye.

"Hi Billy. Mrs. Thompson let you come to the toilet too?" I said matter of
fact-like as if my noodle always hung out.

"She did, you've been gone a little while. I wondered why, so I came. She's
too busy to care." He said grinning up at me, he too had lost a few teeth
and was growing new ones.

I waggled my hips and my noodle, still foreskin clad and not really stiff,
waggled along with me for Billy to admire.

"You naughty boy. You're naked, your thingy is out." He said not shying
away and his little green eyes twinkling up at my natural noodle.

I jumped nimbly off the loo seat onto my toes and danced about him and
waggled my hips and made my long, silky skinned noodle jingle and jangle
all over. He just watched and giggled and pointed.

"I love to do this. I get naked lots and do sports and do noodle
tricks. They call me, Natural Noodle...have you heard that?" I said
prancing about like a ballet dancer.

"I've never heard that but I wondered why you were gone so long. Now I
know...you play naked in here." Billy said eyeing me and my wiggly noodle
with envy.


"I just started playing here really. It's a great hideaway from class and I
meet new friends, like you today. You never talked to me before. Why now?"
I said bouncing from foot to foot on my school shoes and showing off my
football skills by kicking imaginary balls around the old stone floor. All
the while my silky skinned noodle dangled like a little elephant trunk from
my open fly folds.

"I wanted to talk to you but I never got the nerve. I am shy my family
says. But I knew if I followed you today we could talk and be friends. And
I never saw another boy play like this...all dangling out. It's funny and
naughty. Can I call you Natural Noodle, too?" Billy said watching me bounce
and kick about in my imaginary game of footie.

"Sure, you can call me Natural Noodle or just Noodle. This is my
noodle...see. It's bigger than all the other boys in our lower area of
school. Everybody says so. And I do tricks with it?" I said all this to him
with waggling and wiggling hips so my noodle bounced for Billy as he looked
on wide-eyed and impressed.

"It is big, Noodle. I have not seen any others but mine and yours is longer
and has more skin over the top than mine...much more dangling down. You are
fun to watch and I bet you are ticklish too! Can we play together and be
friends? I wanna see your tricks and your naked sports. May I?" Billy
pleaded with his eager green eyes looking at me.

"Yes, you can watch and see me do my football and climbing all naked and
then I'll do noodle tricks. You can even tickle me, my sister Rosie does
all the time. It's not naughty to be like me, just fun! Someday after
class, in the woods or at a house I play at? OK? Will you?" I said waggling
my noodle now with my two of my fingers grasping it like a little toy
floppy snake.

Billy moved very close to me and was just about to answer when we heard a
sound. Footsteps, heeled shoes coming into the outer hallway area of the
outdoor toilets.

"Who's in here talking and not in class? Who is wasting time in the
toilets?" Came a strident voice. I knew it must be Mrs. Bigley but only
guessed since I'd never really met her or heard her voice yet since I just
began school. She had been smoking out back and obviously heard out chatter
thru the open window.

Billy smiled wickedly at me; he reached out his pudgy hand as if to grab my
noodle but stopped and then spun round on his school shoes and moved toward
the door. He moved quite quickly for his chubby build.

Mrs. Bigley came in. Tall and dressed in a long brown dress. Tony, I swear
her breasts looked to my young eyes like two daggers sticking out. Sharp
and pointing. I could only think, not very kindly, she looked like a
witch. Her dark eyes in those spectacles first looked at Billy. I wondered
if she'd snatch my dangling noodle once she saw it out hanging and free, I
really had strange thoughts.

"You get a move on, young man. Back to class." And Billy vanished.

The tall figure walked over to me as I stood like a statue mid-floor of the
old outdoor boy's toilet room and arms crossed across my light blue school
shirt and from my fly flap of my charcoal grey short trousers hung my
fleshy noodle...not stiff...just long and all encased in its cocoon of
silky skin.

"Well, what have we here? Reggie? Rosie's little brother. You just joined
us here at school. And just look at you...so cute!" The tall angular woman
said looking downward at the proud and now smiling reddish golden haired me
standing before her and my noodle exposed for all to see.

"Hello. Where you just out back smoking?" I asked with my blue eyes meeting
her dark ones.

"Our little secret, Reggie. You little scamp. You are just like my son was,
now grown and married...Clive was like you when he started school. A little
cute devil!" She said and her thin lips were actually in the shape of a
smile.

Tony, I must confess, I was not prepared to like this woman. Rosie called
her all sorts of names at home and I was of the mind to dislike her. But
she seemed to love me, just like the Clarity's did. Her face was all aglow
with warmth and affection.

"Oh, Reggie. Your papa has a lot to deal with, him being on his own with
two growing young ones. Bless you, Reggie. You are so handsome, and
look...look at your sporty body. Growing and becoming a little
athlete. Miss Rozell and I saw your playing out in the playground. We said
you have such strength and skill; you'll be ready for footie as soon as you
are older. Just look at your legs!" She just gushed away and stood above me
looking me over. My noodle, just hanging out there right in front of her
eyes, she did not seem to even care!

Not being one to disappoint I gave a little display. I uncrossed my arms
and bounced about, as if passing a ball from foot to foot and then kicking
as if scoring a goal. And my noodle just bounced like mad to and fro, so
much so I think it felt a little sore thwacking my tight small ball sac so
much as it hung in my rather open trouser flap.

"See, I really can do lots. I really can." I boasted proudly resuming my
pose before her.

"You're so like my Clive when he was little. So much so. And look at you,
your boy "tail" is hanging out. Did you finish having a wee?" She asked
bending forward to examine me more closely.

"My Tail? You mean this? My noodle. I call it a noodle." I said now holding
it proudly between two fingers. Her big eyes grew wide in those funny
spectacles as she gaped at me.

"Oh, my. How clever! A noodle. It does look like a noodle, more than a
tail. Clive called his a tail when he was little like you. Yours is bigger
I dare say, so grown up for your age. And with the extra pink skin all
hanging down...much more soft and noodly. So noodle it is!" She said
bending even lower and eyeing my prize with much motherly adoration.

Just to show Mrs. Bigley I was far from shy, I waggled my noodle just
beyond her nose.

"See. I don't mind showing it. I love to be "natural noodle", that's
naked." I said smiling over at her with my little tooth gaps on show.

"Mmmm, I see. Well, put your extra special noodle away, for now. Let's get
you back in school. We'll stop in and say hello to Miss Rozell and then
back to class." She said standing back up.

I reluctantly tucked my little friend back inside my boxer shorts and began
to fumble with my trouser buttons one by one. Now Tony, I could have
struggled thru it but really wanted Mrs. Bigley to do it. I think I loved
the motherly attentions and so I purposely stopped and looked forlorn.

"Here, let me help. You may be a big boy in some ways but in others, still
in need. Is your noodle safe inside?" She bent down and her long fingers
fiddled between my trouser flap folds, first tenderly reaching in and
looking at my loose boxers, prodding the boxer fly flap shut over my noodle
and then doing up the small fly flap buttons. Tony, I loved the feeling of
somebody else doing that, being so close to my noodle; feeling her fingers
pressing. It felt all warm and just a bit exciting.

"You can always get me to help you. I know you need mothering." She said
kindly as she stepped back. I knew then I'd be asking her for help, lots of
it! I liked this tall, strange lady.

She took my hand in a caring way and together we sauntered back into the
building.

I had not been in the office yet and was surprised to see the big space. An
outer room for Mrs. Bigley and a small inner room for the head. Her door
was ajar and I was taken in to meet her.

The old wooden desk stood mid-room under a window that overlooked the
playground. No wonder she saw me. The window had a great view of the play
area. The round headed big built lady who was our head spun around in her
wooden swivel-style chair and faced us. Her fluffy blonde hair seemed so
high up to me- a tower of hair forced into sort of a bun.

"This is Reggie. Our new star, he's going to be a big footie player for the
school some day. He's the one we were watching. The best of all the new
younger ones, so skilled." Mrs. Bigley gushed.

I smiled and moved to the front of the desk.

"Hello, you can call me Natural Noodle or just Noodle." I said boldly.

Miss Rozell, her lips painted a light pink lipstick colour, smiled warmly.

"Noodle, so good to finally meet you. You are quite a young man. No doubt a
star in all you will do. You are so sturdy and fleet-footed. The other boys
in your class are still stumbling about as they attempt to run after
balls. You, you shine! Mrs. Bigley, this boy is one to watch!"

I was standing as tall as I could, my small toes sweaty and straining
inside my socks and shoes...I wanted to touch the ceiling I was so
proud. And Tony, I think I just might have!"

Daddy's eyes popped open.

"Oh, get me another drink. I better have it, my throat's dry." He said
wiggling those socked feet in my hands.

I grabbed the glass and refilled it. I was getting good at making daddy a
drink. Sadly, I made it strong...I felt the story was better if he was well
lubricated. And we had more time...I needed to know more.

Daddy sipped deeply and I resumed my place at those socked feet.

"Daddy, you really liked showing off, naked like, to that tall witchy
school secretary Mrs. Bigley? I mean, she was working for the head of the
school!" I said rubbing and rubbing those feet.

"Tony, I was little and fearless. I did not care who I was naked for, I
just wanted to be seen and admired. Not sexually, just naturally. I was
innocent and full of the devil, loved showing off my body in sorts of ways
and liked the feeling of being admired. I did not care about the rumours
about her being a witch. I was brave and she was nice to me, heck, she
really adored me. I loved her being around me. And I was keen to be adored
by any and all, that was me...Natural Noodle."  Daddy said sipping and
getting cosy again.

"So, what happened next? Did you ever get back to class?" I asked
cautiously.

"Well...Miss Rozell was a really big fan of mine. I had only just begun
school and yet, she and Mrs. Bigley had spotted my very athletic prowess
outdoors in the playground. I had them right in my hand, Tony! I was good,
NO, I was damn amazing for my age! And I knew both these older women just
loved me and my jaunty, cheeky...naughty ways. I felt I could do no
wrong. Every hair on my golden reddish head and down to my tender sweet
toes...they just gushed!"

I knew daddy was high on drink. His expressions were a bit over the top
now...but...he was just getting started and mum would be out for another
hour or so. Thank goodness, daddy was on a roll- right down memory lane!




Much more to come as daddy carried on sharing with me and also please enjoy
my life memoirs:


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