Date: Sat, 7 Sep 2019 15:21:20 +0200 From: wise owl Subject: Watching Daddy (part fourteen) 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 Fourteen: The act of voyeurism is normally solitary. Take it from me, that rule is the norm. But standing there watching my daddy pleasure himself was truly beyond all experiences I had encountered to date and I was still very young. Truly Mavis knew what she was seeing, I only knew it must be fun to do what daddy was doing to himself but the full picture of the act was yet to fully form in that young head of mine back then. Mavis had the binoculars and had the much clearer view of daddy working his magnificent foreskin back and forth over his now elongating man-tool. Her very guttural response was almost unsettling for me. It reminded me of a cow in pain. I could make out this hand motion in its repeated glory and just about could see his full reddish pink cock-knob appear and disappear as his foreskin rolled up and over, time after time. A completely wonderful comment popped forth from Mavis painted lips as she trembled and gaped at my daddy's intimate bedroom frolics thru her binoculars. "Oh, it's so big and it's oozing." She immediately wished she could have taken back those words. "Oh, dear. Tony. We must stop. We must." She fumbled and nearly topped back. I continued seeing what I could of this amazing one-handed action my daddy was seemingly magically performing as he read this fleshy magazine with his other hand. I was so impressed with how big his noodle got...I mean it looked to my young eyes as if it had doubled in size and become a column of flesh-so solid and virile! Plus I was also ogling his long toes as they flexed and danced at the bottom of the big bed...all a visual treat for me and obviously dear love-struck Mavis! Mavis spun away and moved to resume lunch. "What about daddy?" I protested. "Leave your daddy be, come and eat the last of your lunch...now!" She ordered as she put the binoculars away. I hated leaving the view of daddy and his BIG hard noodle...it was truly so new for me and I wanted to know more. My own small penis had become tumescent by then to be sure, but I had not really fully experienced masturbation in all its glory...I would in the time to come...but not yet. I sat sulking. "Mavis, you'd be watching him if I were not here now...I know it." I added munching the end of my lunch. "Never you mind, just eat." And that was that. I was ushered out of her apartment and left. I knew she'd be back at her window...I had no doubt at all. My only port of call now was home again. And I had a brilliant idea! I'd raid the washing pile of daddy's sporting gear before mummy washed it when she got back...now that was worth sneaking back inside my house for! The kitchen door was always unlocked back in those days. Dad's white sneakers lay near the door as per usual after running around with his guy friends kicking a ball about. I knelt and put my face into the opening and breathed deep his sweat-scents. The sneakers were not old; maybe a year or so but had been worn most Saturdays and had a wonderful full smell of man-sport and exertion. I breathed deeper and felt my own head go woozy and I nearly swooned off to one side. I pulled off my own shoes so not to make too much noise, I wanted some "alone time" with daddy's sports gear. I tiptoed in and there was the usual Saturday pile of goodies by the washer in the kitchen corner and I just made a bee-line to these cherished items. The kitchen door to the rest of the house was shut and I was safe to enjoy a few moments of bliss with daddy's wonderful odours! I went first for his jock-strap, the basic yet satisfying design always thrilled me from the first time I saw it. The way these jock-straps hugged daddy-it virtually clung to his round tight ass cheeks and framed them and held his rather large endowment snugly in its little pouch-like front...I was so amazed and thrilled by this strange garment. I was so little yet enthralled by it. It was so big in my hand as I scooped it up. I giggled to imagine trying it on, it would have fallen off me in a spit second. Daddy fit inside it so perfectly. I liked the way it looked off-white, not dirty, just used. His jock-straps never looked white...always used and yummy! I held it up and let the pouch touch my small nose. A twang of man-sweat filled my sinus and I swooned. The little pouch that held my daddy's big noodle and balls was so aromatic and personal...I felt a zing fly threw my body. I was still not in a sexual place yet but I knew what I liked! I placed it back on the floor and moved to the socks, those lovely navy ringed tube-style gym socks that just flowed up over the calf. Daddy looked amazing in those! I lifted one, slightly worn thru all over the heel and ball of the foot area. The silky yet slightly uneven way they felt in my hand as I rubbed them...worn, somewhat rough but still highly sheen in their own athletic way as only gym socks could be. I knew from seeing him in them how lovely his large pink fleshed feet looked as I could actually see flesh thru the thinning material...I held the sock to my eager nose and sniffed like a dog all over the toes and ball of the foot area. Oh, bliss! The scent from a morning romping around with his buddies was like no other. His office socks had a leathery smell from his shoes, his weekend play socks just smelled manly- musky- and that little bit acrid. Yes, that acidy smell sent my body tottering and weaving about as I sniffed like a cocaine addict...so involved in my reverie was I that the sound of the ball bouncing in our back garden made me jump. I dropped the sock carefully, still tingly from head to toe and moved to the rear kitchen window and peeped out. As luck would have it, Albert, a boy from around the corner was hanging about and bouncing a tennis ball on our garage door. Albert was two years older than I and a little bit more "sex savvy" than I as well. Not loads but a little. Both of us still considered by the other boys on the street to be "the little ones" made us instant friends. I had a notion and the notion just filled me with glee! I could use dear Albert in my next daddy experiment...and Albert was perfect! I pulled my shoes back on and made my way out to the back garden of the house. Albert, about two inches taller than I and had longish dark hair...just about below his ear...daring for that time really. The longer hair on boys of the early 70's had not yet hit...most of us still had short back and sides cuts. Albert also had lovely dark eyes and a thin wiry build and a light brown skin tone that looked so tropical to me back then. He lived with his dad and two older siblings...his mother had left the group years back and his dad's sister lived with them as a mother-type figure. I grabbed the ball and we tossed it back and forth for a good five minutes. My plan hatched, I began my next "getting daddy naked" scheme...but daddy was already naked...so the fun would kick off very quickly. "Albert, remember when we walked down to the stores together and we looked in the bookshop...and you saw all those magazines?" I said tossing the fuzzy ball at him. We had been on a local sweet shop visit but had detoured into the bookshop which sold magazines in the rear. "Yeah, all those boobs. I remember." Albert said in his trying to be so cool way. I caught the ball he lobbed at me and tossed it back. "I have some, you know...those magazines." I said proudly. Now Albert, as I said, was not all that sexually aware really just a bit more outwardly precocious than I...but what I was spying on and eavesdropping on would have sent him spinning like a top. But I kept that all to myself as I was still not sure what it all meant BUT I knew getting daddy naked or daddy being seen naked was fun and thrilling! So on with my plan! "You can't have those magazines, you are too young." He said moving over to me and whispering. "Not me really, daddy does...loads of them. Boobs and naked backsides and lots of stuff." I said luring him in. Albert sort of glazed over. "My dad is mean, I saw he had a naked calendar once and he locked it in his cabinet drawer in his bedroom. He said he'd smack me if I looked at his stuff." And I knew Albert's dad would smack him! "My daddy has them and does not mind me looking. I see them all the time." I said telling a bit of a half-truth. Daddy would understand and not be mad...I knew it. Albert looked impressed. He bit. "Show me. Please." The game was on and I smiled. "Sure, come with me. Daddy is asleep so we have to be quiet...shhhh!" I said as we crept up my back porch steps and into the quiet kitchen. "Take your shoes off like me." I said slipping mine off and walking forward on my socked toes. I had begun to enjoy seeing other boy's feet...and Albert's were about an inch bigger than mine and slightly wider. He had on thin brown, threadbare socks...and I did enjoy the view. I won't lie! One of his big toes almost popped out of the very worn fabric...I did want to explore, maybe later! I checked myself and carried on. I made a slight detour to the pile of daddy's sweaty sports gear. I lifted the sacred jock-strap up and fondled it. "Daddy wears this to play football on Saturdays and he fits in this." I said holding the pouch section out for Albert's young eyes to feast upon it. "My dad does not do anything. He's lazy. Your dad is so cool. I have seen him in the big park playing with those guys, kicking the ball around. He wears one of these, really, just like a real sports player. I nodded and smiled. "Want to feel it? Go on!" I said holding the strap over to him and almost in his face. Albert was not shy. He grabbed and felt all around it. His fingers playing inside daddy's cloth crotch pouch area and making me smile even more. "His big noodle, I mean penis goes in that." I said proudly. Now Albert being Albert, well, he just fingered it all the more, actually began examining the inside of the fabric pouch. "I can smell it. Look, pee stain...here." He said putting his small finger right over the little golden area where daddy obviously dribbled some pee. I drew closer and together we closely examined the small pee spot in the base of the crotch pouch and smiled at one another. In the same breath we both said, "Neatoooo, pee-pee from a big man!" It was truly like a lightning bolt struck thru me, he was actually enjoying my daddy's pee stain...just like me! I added a little more meat on the bone. "He's really big and has skin all over his noodle, penis...lots of it!" I enthused in a hushed voice. Albert's dark curious eyes lit up. "And it all fits in here, right here?" He said still fingering the pouch of the strap as if a mystery was unfolding and maybe it was. I nodded sagely and said, "Every bit, right there!" I felt bad taking the strap away from him but soon lifted up one of daddy's beloved long gym tube style socks with the three navy bands. "Smell this!" I said moving it to his nose. "No....really?" He asked almost not believing me. I sniffed it and made a face that said...nice! "Smell here, right here." I said pointing to the ball of the foot beneath the toes of the sock... "it's worn away `cause daddy plays so hard. You can smell his hard playing...go on, just like a sports hero. Go on." And bless him Albert took daddy's sock and inhaled like a pro! His face was shocked. "Strong smell, a bit stinky but nice, very locker-room like." He added as if he'd done it before, maybe he had! I was impressed that Albert did not make any stupid comments about smells. I felt Albert might be used many times in my little "daddy" experiments! The treasured sock was put back in the pile and we moved on...the real prize awaited elsewhere! We made our way so quietly to my parent's big bedroom. I prayed mum would not burst in...but she tended to be gone all day to these church events. So I felt safe. I went first to the partially closed bedroom door, my toes barely touching the carpet and listened. Daddy was asleep as often happened after his private time on a Saturday afternoon and his gentle snores filled the air...bingo! I knew all was set for fun! Albert stood by, his eyes wide. "He's asleep, really? Will he wake up?" He asked whispering. "Don't worry. He won't wake up, he sleeps like a rock. I often sneak about in the bedroom while he sleeps. And he won't mind...he's really nice, you know my daddy." I added crouching down by the door crack. "He's very nice. Not my dad, but your dad is." And again I knew Albert was speaking truth. He joined me and nearly touched my socked feet; he was so close to my arse. We both knelt and began to move through the slightly open bedroom door...just along the bed. I heard a muffled giggle from behind me. "I see his big bare feet." I heard him barely say. And true, daddy's feet were just above our heads and very much visible in the afternoon light. Albert had no idea the rest of daddy was bare too and very...exposed! I could not wait to stand up and let Albert see him....all naked! My heart thudded and I shook. I loved this game of exposing others to daddy...it was amazing! My "daddy naked" experiments were yet so very new but I had begun a journey with them I was driven to carry on for the foreseeable future! It was like a drug and I was hooked! "Size 11's and he has great balance!" I whispered looking at those feet I loved so dearly. "They look wide and good for sports." Albert said in my ear, almost atop me. We rose up, slowly and our legs straitened and we stood at the base of the big bed that daddy lay on, on his back....naked as could be! The audible gasp filled the room as Albert's eyes bugged out and he put his hand to his mouth to stifle his surprise. I loved that look of Albert taking ALL of daddy in...his whole big six foot naked self! "He's naked...really naked all over!" Albert said through his hand over his mouth and his voice almost a hushed breathy whisper. I kept looking at Albert's young eyes...slowly sweeping up daddy from his long toes to wavy golden reddish haired head and everywhere in between. Albert saw all of daddy! The sight was magnificent. It had been great from Mavis' window but this up close and highly personal! Daddy lay on his pillows, his blue eyes shut and his moustached upper lip slightly raised open as he snored gently, his hair askew and still a bit damp from his after-game clean up. His furry rusty golden chest hairs covered his muscular front as the afternoon light played upon those lovely set of man-nipples he possessed. He rested his arms by his side and a wadded up red hanky lay by his right hand...a slightly damp patch glowed in the sunlight near his belly button. His glorious full fleshy noodle lay festooned in its rusty pubic nest bed and was slightly off to one side, the soft long foreskin pulled up but still tumescent and full looking along the pink shaft...just not as hard as it had been from when I was watching with Mavis. Something had changed and my young mind still did not understand the concept of orgasms-let alone the wet patch nearby his noodle's top. I just took in the sight as did my dear mate, Albert. We stood now in silent reverence at daddy's bare feet, watching him breathe and seeing his fine naked chest rise and fall with each little snore he made. It was pure magic! Albert's eyes did not leave the nude body on the bed. I was not sure what Albert looked at more...but I think his eyes rested on daddy's BIG noodle...all silky skin clad and full...and his ball sack just starting to relax and refill the delicate space between his long, furry legs. Clothed daddy at rest, at work or at play was an Adonis to me and to many others to be sure...but see him fully naked, well, that made it even better. And Albert was lost in his body before us, his young mind wondering and thinking...learning and wanting...wanting what? I did not know yet, I was still too young myself, but Albert's dark lovely eyes said so much as they watched my daddy...naked! Time stood still and we just enjoyed! My mind kept drinking in the concept of Albert just standing there and looking at my handsome daddy's naked body...it was so electrifying and I nearly felt riveted watching this moment. I also wondered if dear Mavis was watching too. We were near the windows of the bedroom and I had a feeling she wondered what the heck we were up standing at the foot of my parent's bed and daddy laying nude upon it. The sight must have been thrilling for her! Albert just stood, eyes wide, breathing erratically. I knew that feeling very well, daddy had that effect on folks! I cast a glance down at Albert's nearby small socked feet...his thin brown socked toes twiddling nervously on the bedroom carpet and BOING...his cute big toe popped the weak, worn threads; the sock toe cap had just given way! My heart thudded...so many things to see and enjoy! I must confess even at this innocent young stage of my life that I did imagine touching, tickling, even tasting that alluring toe of Albert's and certainly sniffing all over his small thin socked foot. I knew the sweat on Albert's brown socked feet was now being caused by my daddy's naked body...I had to have Albert's socks! But one thing at a time...I just had to let things evolve. My mind flooded. This was the first playmate of mine to see daddy naked...and I had so many ideas for now and for the future! "Albert, look, daddy's feet are right here. They look so BIG and they are ticklish too!" I said so quietly and almost with my mouth on Albert's ear. Both of us could have touched daddy's size 11's...they were right by us and looked so inviting. "I know. Look at his thingy...noodle you called it, it's so big. I have never seen a grown man's thingy. Dad never lets me look. And look at all his hair all around it, all rusty gold and curly." Albert was obviously impressed. "And he has that skin, foreskin he calls it, it does look like a big noodle the way the skin all hangs off the top...right there." I said pointing towards dad's very ample endowment. The silky skin looked so perfect in the afternoon glow from the windows. "Those balls move inside the pouch, the pouch goes up and down. If he's in the warm bath it gets all loose and sometimes it's all tight." I further explained as I still pointed my small finger as if leading a class on male anatomy. "You see your dad naked a lot. You are lucky." He said moodily. "You can see my daddy naked. Anytime!" I said rubbing his arm slightly; it felt like a good thing to do. And Albert smiled at me. "Really? You don't mind, me looking?" he asked. "You don't think I am naughty?" "No, I do it all the time. And Mavis, the lady from nearby, she likes to see daddy naked. Lots of people do. He's so good at getting naked. They used to call him, "natural noodle" when he was little `cause he got naked all the time." I added in my whispery voice. Albert just kept looking at daddy and nodded slowly. "Wow! So big...there." He said pointing at daddy's manhood. "And it gets even bigger and hard too." I said adding my most recent voyeuristic evidence. "And all the skin can go back and forth, like magic." "I don't have skin there. I have never seen skin like that." Albert confessed. "I'm like you and I like that skin, I wish I had it. Mine was cut off, yours too I bet." I offered as if an expert on such matters. We stood looking and daddy suddenly moved his head sideways, his moustache twitched and his bare feet jerked. His mouth let out a kind of cough and splutter sound...he was waking up! Albert jumped. I held Albert's arm. I looked him and I knew he wanted to run-his lovely dark eyes were wild with fear! BUT I wanted daddy to see us...I wanted to be caught and I wanted daddy to know we had been looking at him...naked! Watching Daddy continues next time. 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