Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2019 17:09:24 +0200 From: wise owl Subject: Watching Daddy (part eleven) for gay/incest 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! My dad's early years before meeting my mum can be read at: www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/the-life-and-times-of-natural-noodle **Please read all earlier parts in the directory before this section** Watching Daddy Part Eleven: I would like to start off with a hearty thanks to any readers who made the effort to write me about my saga. I appreciate all the support! Please never hesitate to write. I really enjoy your thoughts. But that said, I have had a few readers ask me to include X or Y and could I make sure daddy does X or Y, but that is for authors creating as they go along writing and not the act of transcribing memories and memoirs. Daddy did and said what daddy did and said. He wore what he wore and most importantly...was who he was. The people in his life encountered him the way they did and it played out as it did. Mavis, my old sitter has a place as does any and all that enjoyed my daddy. The very fabric of his life, rich and vibrant is here for you to enjoy! My young mind was so excited by Mavis and her eruption into my burgeoning "get daddy naked" schemes. I was eager to find many more ways to expose and enjoy my daddy and his lovely noodle! Catching views of my handsome reddish blonde 40-something dad enjoying "adult time" became for me an art, the art of stealth and voyeurism supreme. I studied my darling dad like a science project, very nonsexual for me in the very early days, just dad being dad and his feet being loved by me in any way possible. Naked, clothed or any stage in between...my dad was gorgeous and every inch worth seeing! His long man-noodle and that extra skin another big passion and fascination! Enter Harrison! Harrison Folsom was dad's PA at work. They had worked together years before I was born and remained close until Harrison retired about ten years before dad did. Harrison was single, gawky, tall and spectacle-wearing plus about eleven years older than my dad. His thinning dark hair by the 1960's made this 50-something man look a little bit fiendish to me. He oiled it in place and his bald spot glowed like a dome on a state building. Maybe he looked a bit too "James Bond" super villain-like to me. But this tall, thin, ultra pallid man seemed to be a constant player in my dad's life and thus, mine. I never knew a time when I was not aware of Harrison. Daddy called him, Harrison. Not Harry or Harvey, just formal Harrison. And Harrison would show up in my home with all sorts of reasons, mainly, to drop important papers off for dad to look over and sign. Dad was high up in the company and thus Harrison was his gopher, and this gopher loved my dad. I am sure mother did not like him, but daddy did and that was all that mattered. And when Harrison made up reasons to drop by, he always was invited in by my dad and taken into dad's small study off the front hall and given a drink and then the door would close. Dad would spend an hour or so with Harrison and mum would keep his dinner warm on a plate. Dad was not to be disturbed and this piqued mum to no end sometimes! Harrison came first if he showed up. My young mind was full of wonder, curiosity and deep suspicion. I had to know more! Harrison with his thick spectacle covered milky greyish eyes and oily thinning hair would stand at the door if I opened it and gape at me like a bothersome salesman. He had a little mouth with thin lips. A long face, almost dog-like loomed above me. No wonder he was single. Why dad put up with this creepy guy was a mystery to me, well, a mystery I soon would solve. "Tony is your father at home?" he asked in his high pitched voice. As if my dad was not home, he knew he was. I'd be polite but I knew the guy thought of me as a nuisance. "Hello Harrison. Can I just take the papers, dad is about to have dinner." I'd said and knew he insist on seeing daddy and ruining my night routine with him. The greasy old guy always smirked at me like a big smarmy circus clown. "Sorry, Tony. Must see him. Get him please." He'd demand. The big ass! But my mind was alert to spying and discovering...having him drop by might be handy! His suits were all pressed and expensive, I should have liked him more really. But I could not stand the man just because he seemed so dismissive of me. Besides mum, he was my next rival for dad's full attentions. The special night I began my attempt to use Harrison as a tool in my daddy experiments was after our meal and dad was just going to go upstairs for his nightly bath time assisted by helpful me when we heard a knock at the front door. Mummy rolled her eyes and began to clear the dinner dishes. "Reggie, don't let him stay too long. Tony has school and you know he won't settle until you spend time with him." Mummy chided as she vanished into kitchen-land. Daddy grunted and I tugged at him. "Don't open the door. Pretend we are not home." I said in a whisper. "Tony, that's not nice. Harrison is very sweet to run papers over to me. You know he lives 20 miles away. I can't ignore him. Plus he's my friend and yours." The ever diplomatic charismatic daddy said smiling with that matinee idol moustache twitching sweetly. I nodded but pondered the notion. I knew he was dad's friend, but not mine! I followed my tall sexy socked dad to the door. I watched his brown rather sheer socks with solid toe and heel caps prance artfully to the front hall and open the portal wide to "Mr. Creepy", a nickname I christened him that very moment. He may be a useful tool, but I found him scary, sort of! "Reggie, sorry to bother you. The James account came thru and I wanted you to have the paperwork before your big powwow tomorrow. Here you go." Mr. Creepy said holding a set of folders out to my dad. "Harrison, come in and have a drink with me. Dinner's over and Tony is off to bed." My dad offered as he allowed our intruder in and closed the door. "You were going to have a bath now!" I said in a rather peevish tone, just like teacher. "Oh, fun! Can we play with your rubber ducky?" Harrison barked and then hooted like a captured owl at his own joke. I rolled my eyes. The guy made me cringe but I had to tolerate it. "Tony, daddy can have his bath later. You run along." Dad said and grabbed Mr. Creepy's arm and guided him into the study nearby. I followed, watching dad's sexy socks move along the front hall carpeting. I loved those brown silky socks and had no intention of losing sight of them. I noted that Harrison was even taller than my daddy, could he boss daddy around in the study with the door closed? Daddy was his boss at work but what about now? The thought delighted my growing seed of daddy domination and also terrified me...could Harrison snatch daddy away? "Yes Tony, run along. Leave the big boys to their time." Harrison said smugly turning my way as he moved into the now lit study. Dad was inside and started pouring two glasses of scotch into two cut glass tumblers. "Is big boy time like adult time? I asked aloud...wondering. "It's much better, bye-bye Tony!" Mr. Creepy said leering down at me with a wink. I watched his dog-like face as he shut the door with a click. Daddy alone in there with him...me out here. What to do? I had a vision. Harrison seeing, no touching daddy's long, silky noodle! Would he dare to touch it, really? Why the vision flew into my little head I have no idea, but the look in Harrison's eyes, well, I saw a hunger for noodle, and daddy's no less! The man had long fingers too...like a monster, almost too long! My young mind was fevered! Laughing inside the study ensued. That jovial buddy-buddy locker-room style laughing, very old school, very good old lads sort. Daddy was not like that much. Harrison brought that roguish side out in daddy and I questioned it. Harrison was hard to read. I heard the clatter of dishes and knew mummy was busy for a while. Tony... the stealth king was on a mission now and it was crucial I get to the bottom of Harrison and what "big boy time" was all about. Was daddy's noodle on display? I had to know! I looked down at my own small feet, had socks...needed shoes. I bolted up to my room and put on my sneakers. It was warmer by then, maybe late March or early April. I pulled on a nice sweater and that would be enough for this time of year. I made sure the sweater was dark, it was navy blue. I crept down the stairs, passed the study...more laughing. I eased my way out the front door, placed the latch on to prevent the door locking and vanished into the dark. Our home had a nice all-around side lawn with hedges and fencing between our side neighbours. Nobody saw me or heard me. I crept down the left side and found myself along the two downstairs windows that were inside my dad's small study. My head was just about level with the lower window sills. My eyes just above the wood and almost able to peer into the lower windowpanes, almost...not quite. A lilac bush stood just by the pair of windows and it sported a rather nice main trunk and in those days, with my small build, it could support my weight. Up I shimmied, and held tight as I became level with the lower windowpane glass. The small leaves of the lilac were just beginning to appear and they made a brush-brush sound against the house. I prayed dad or Mr. Creepy would not hear me. I clung and held tight and as quietly as possible. No sudden movement inside the study. I was safe. The keen reader wonders what I saw. Well, I shall tell you. The window had red curtains, the colour and style I was used to seeing in theatres. Lush, thick red with gold fringes covered each. The shades were half-way down. The lower panes of each of the side by side windows were free of obstruction and I could gaze in to the lamp lit space. The lamp was not very bright but bright enough and it illuminated both dad and Mr. Creepy. The room had a wooden desk against one far wall and a leather couch and chair. The couch was almost opposite the windows and both men were seated and sipping drinks and slouched rather lazily on each end...their long trouser clad legs almost meeting in the middle. The two sat talking mutedly and giggly like two schoolboys. The look of collusion slapped me hard and I knew that Harrison was close to daddy in a "more than friendly" way. He was leading dad away, taking him over, and changing him. I knew it deep inside my very core! He seemed too close to dad, too smug; too familiar...it scared me but thrilled me. Can I feel both? Harrison's suit coat was unbuttoned and his necktie slightly undone. The look was that of a men's club after hours. The daily business formalities over and the playful naughty boys come out to enjoy unspoken freedoms. Dad, of course, was in his casual knitwear pullover top and the suit slacks from the day at the office. Dad looked superior to me in every way possible from my precarious position in the lilac bush outside the study windows. I was thankful, as I would be many times in my life as a voyeur, that the shades were not completely down. I needed those 10 inches of viewing ability to find out all I could about "Mr. Creepy and my dear dad. I could taste an air and the air...was male sexuality. I did not know it as such yet, but I sensed it. It was primal and ancient. The look Mavis had while playing with daddy the other day...very primal too. I did wonder if Harrison had "buttons" that needed pressing or was daddy going to let Harrison find his buttons and touch them? Was Harrison lonely like Mavis? Mmm, the scene got very interesting to me. I was further annoyed and slightly horrified as Harrison's manicured fingertips pulled forth from his suit pocket a pack of smokes. I recoiled in revulsion. I was a product of the ever growing USA campaign against smoking. And so far as I knew, my daddy did not smoke. And there Harrison was pulling a rather golden expensive looking package of cigarettes out and lighting one up with what looked to be an engraved lighter. The arrogant dog faced man blew smoke into the air and guffawed about some joke he was obviously telling my dad. Daddy politely reached around to the side table and produced the marble ash tray that sat there. I never saw it used. I thought it was an ornament. Mavis had smoked but used a little one kept in a drawer in the kitchen, just in case a guest needed it. I did not make a fuss that day since she did not offer them to daddy...I could accept that. The receptacle was placed on the low coffee table near their legs and creepy Harrison tapped his gold-tipped smoke wand against it. I seethed inside. Then Harrison's delicate long fingers passed the smoke over to my dad who willingly took it and puffed away. The two men giggled like naughty boys hoping not to get caught stealing cookies from the jar. Daddy blew rather elegant smoke rings back at Harrison; the gorgeous man was talented in every way! What a star! Daddy could even make smoking seem refined back then. And that says a hell of a lot! Watching this sharing of an oral object between two grown men, well, it just floored me back then. The very idea that they had this thing in their mouths and swapped it to and fro made me wonder at it. Was it like kissing, sharing this? I have to admit I did not like the fact Harrison seemed to be the cause of this health risk to daddy! I mused, and rightly so, about what other "risks" Harrison would pull my daddy into. I did not have long to wait for that answer! Now I knew time was not on my side. With daddy busy and mummy just fiddling about in the house, I knew she'd eventually come looking for me. I could just see my dad's sleek socked feet under the coffee table as I gazed from my bush point of view. I longed to be having my time with him; I'd have had those socks in my hands by now if "Mr. Creepy" had not dropped in. I was so upset at him! My dad's long size 11's looked so amazingly great to my eyes as I admired the way his feet were adorned in those brown nearly sheer socks. I felt my heart racing and my woozy head swooned a bit. I could not fall out of the bush...that was clear! Daddy's toes again seemed to jiggle and twitch under the low wooden table as he helped finish off the shared cigarette with their fingers almost entwining with each pass back and forth of this forbidden fruit. Harrison's feet clad in dark leather loafers were alongside dad's socked feet. I noted with growing interest a game begin, a game only daddy and I played while we ate, footsy under the table! I felt my cheeks go red hot and I flushed over with sudden rage. "Mr. Creepy" was taking my place! This was not right...not at all! I had to control myself, but seeing daddy play a game that WE two played and doing it with somebody else...well I had no way to process that at my young stage of life. Again that mix of voyeuristic curiosity and jealousy. It was thrilling and threatening. Mavis did not threaten me...Harrison did. Maybe it was because I had orchestrated the other experiment with Mavis and this...this was just unfolding before my eyes and I had no control. No control and I wanted it! The struggle really began! Much more to come in each new chapter of this life saga! My dad's early years before meeting my mum can be read at: www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/the-life-and-times-of-natural-noodle Feel free to write me if you enjoyed this or have read my earlier works. Thank you! Tony aka wiseoldowl@gmx.com