Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2019 18:52:42 +0200 From: wise owl Subject: Watching Daddy (part seventeen) 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 Seventeen: Harrison yelped, giggled and moaned as he kicked at little me with his free foot. Not very hard but he tried his best. Rubbish soccer player I fear. I did not let his socked footed feeble kick deter me one moment. I wanted to control this man; I needed him to follow my lead in this next "getting daddy naked" experiment. I also saw him as a sort of rival for my dad's attentions plus his lovely body, wonderful uncut noodle and perfect feet. My job was to make him submit to me...he must! The rather ugly horse-faced Harrison really lay back and yanked, my small hands lost the grip I had and his socked, smelly foot sailed free. He stood up and brushed his expensive trousers free of any creasing my tickle-fest may have caused as he struggled to be released. His expression now seemed rather sour. What did he think of me? Me, only just starting my days at school and playing a game like this! I put my hot, tired and moist fingers to my nose. He watched, his eyes like that of a snake on the hunt...he wanted to know what I thought of his foot scents. The rather acrid scent of those brown ribbed socks that had been on his feet all day was potent. Not perfume like my daddy's, just strong and sharp to my ever growing sensory appreciation in the art of enjoying male feet. I swooned too from this input into my young brain and felt drawn and repulsed...strange combination, but it was how I felt. I rose unsteadily from my place on the floor, my own sweaty socks feeling so warm against my tender small foot flesh. My fingers smelled so strong of Mr. Creepy's scents. I nearly toppled over. "I better wash my hands." I said nonchalantly and marched away. Daddy sipped his whiskey from the kitchen area and smiled. I heard Harrison breathe a little growl of a slur under his breath, "Little bastard." I knew daddy would not have heard it. But I knew I had won another point in my attempts to show Harrison I was the "little" boss of this outing! I washed my hands, my smile broad. I looked at myself in the vanity mirror, the bathroom was rather ornate and well it should be for its swanky location in the city. I was a handsome little lad, never a stunner like my dad but I saw my daddy in me and it felt amazing. Harrison was a creepy fellow and I just had to work with him as a tool...not easy, but he was in this experiment of mine, for better or worse. Daddy sailed in and shut the bedroom door and stood on his delightful socked feet at the bathroom door. "Tony, Harrison is all upset and ruffled. You should not be so aggressive. I understand it; he thinks you are just a plain naughty little thing. I told him I'd have a word with you..." he got that far before I burst into tears. I did not see those coming, but when daddy began to correct me...I melted. I was really so new at all this! I sort of crumpled. My vision blurred. My small body fell back. Daddy rushed and grabbed me. Did I faint? Pass out from sheer exhaustion? The power-play on Harrison had sapped all my strength and I did not even know it until daddy began to gently tell me off. I felt all weak and just crumpled. Daddy rocked me in his strong arms, still clad in his dress shirt. He pulled me up in a bear hug and carted me gently into the bedroom, and lay me upon my chosen bed. I felt my eyes streaming with exhausted tears and my hands just held my daddy's arm tightly. I would not let go. "What's the matter, Tony? Did something Harrison do upset you?" He asked with great care and concern. He sat next to my sobbing form and reached with hand and stroked my cheek. "I think he wants to take over. To own you. You're mine. Not his!" I stammered in my innocent young way. Daddy smiled and ruffled my now messy hair. "I love you, you will always come first. Never worry. I am all yours but...Harrison is a long trusted friend and dear colleague. You have to be nice to him and let him be my adult friend. He is a nice guy. And cares a lot about me and you, too." Daddy added with a sideways glance. I rubbed my nose and brushed my tears away. My body was soaked with sweat from my fainting swoon and I felt very giddy. My socked feet were so moist I was sure my socks were achieving that amazing "see-thru" status I was growing to love day by day. Daddy being dad, his shirt now unbuttoned a bit, sleeves rolled up...he took charge. "You, my love, are going to bed. Not another word. We have a big day tomorrow and if Harrison has his way, you'll be left with a sitter while we go to my doctor's appointment." The look of utter horror on my face made him quickly add a bit more. "BUT if you go to sleep now and just let us have adult time, I am sure you can go along to my appointment as I know you want to. But you have to stay in bed. And let us be up late, like adults do. The bathroom is in here and we'll be coming and going and YOU stay put. Got it?" He asked with his blue eyes gazing down at me. I knew I had to agree. The visit to the doctor was far too special. I had to play my cards right or Harrison would have his way, and that was not good! I nodded. But I had every intention of going into stealth mode and keeping an eye and ear on the living room and all that they got up to and I hoped Harrison would play fair while I was not out there in charge. Adult time with mum and now adult time with Harrison. I had to be aware of all! I had to spy on this...of course! Daddy began to undress me. A task he did when I was too tired to do it myself. And I just lay back and let him take charge. It felt wonderful to be in his strong capable hands. My daddy, my hero! My small body just went limp and submitted to his hands. He was a master in all he did. Stripping my clothes off in a jiffy was no exception; folding each item like a valet service. My PJ's were at the ready having been pulled from my overnight bag. I recall how I loved having daddy pull those long OTC burgundy socks from my sweaty, little tickly toes. He rubbed my smaller feet and massaged my heels quickly as each moist sock was plucked away. He knew I too loved massage and my feet adored his touch. His large strong hands felt like magic. I felt the tensions my foot-attack on Harrison had surged up beginning to quiet and settle. Daddy had that effect on me when he took charge. He bunched up my long warm socks, I pulled them from his hands and sniffed them playfully and tossed the sock-ball away into a corner. I was such a devil. My tingly wild and wonderful feelings were now bubbling up...young Tony was excited...very! "Tony, you are such an odd duck. But we love you so very much!" He bent and kissed me. My PJ's were donned and I was scooted into the bathroom for a tooth brush time. My own sock smells were beginning to really impress me. I thought that night my feet smelled almost as good as my beloved daddy's did...almost but not quite! As I brushed, Harrison pushed the bedroom door open. He was undressed and only wore his bathrobe and socks. I guessed he was nude under the robe but I could not be sure. Curious me, I loved all details! Daddy had moved to the kitchen to refresh his whiskey and Harrison had hoped to use the bathroom. He stood and eyed me slowly brushing my teeth. "I may be a while." I said through my sudsy mouth. Harrison moved close to me and whispered. "You are really something, Tony. But tomorrow you will be placed with a minder while I take your daddy to the doctor's. I'll fix your wagon, little Mr. Too Big for Your Boots! I know all about you! I have seen your type around, all innocent and young but a devil!" Harrison hissed under his breath so not to be overheard by my dad. I spun on my nimble bare toes, spit out my tooth paste, rinsed and walked past a fuming Harrison. I thought about grabbing his bathrobe belt and really seeing what lay under its folds but checked myself. "My dad said I am going tomorrow and you can't stop me." I said as I sauntered past the tall skeletal man in the bathrobe. My flashy striped PJ's making a track for the bed. The bathroom door slammed shut. The low, almost inhuman laugh emanating from the closed bathroom door unsettled me. I did not trust the man much. I knew he had tricks up his sleeve. The question was if my young mind's tricks could match a guy like that? Who knew! I had switched the table lamp off and the burst of light came as a shock from the now open bathroom door. Harrison, minus the socks but still wrapped in his robe, swaggered thru the room and past my bed to the door to the living area. He had a wad in his hand, his smelly socks I guessed and with a quick swipe he lobbed the bundle of pure man-stink at my face. The ribbed brown ball of warm sweat-filled fabric bounced off my forehead and landed by my pillow. I wanted to say something but held my tongue. He loomed in the doorway, his long face a mask of gleeful superiority and his bespectacled eyes all a glow with knowledge and haughty intent. "Enjoy those socks. I know you like them all smelly. But I'll have your daddy's socks tonight and just remember, if you even think of coming in the living room and disturbing us, you'll not being going to your dad's appointment. I'll see to it!" Harrison said in a stage whisper and moved thru the door. He almost shut it fully but daddy called out from across the room in his cool manly voice. "Leave the door ajar, young Tony does not like strange dark places. He knows to stay in bed." The door remained open a tiny crack; thank goodness and light from the outer room filtered in and soon the smell of cigarette smoke wafted in. I knew Harrison would make my daddy smoke, what else would he make my daddy do without my supervision? My mind raced and my heart accelerated. I had to investigate without being caught. So much was at risk. The smell of Harrison's socks next to my head made me jump. The scent so strong, so HIM! I grabbed the ball of material and almost threw it but held off. The warm material felt silky and soft, subtly moist and almost...almost I say hesitantly, inviting. I lay back and sniffed the once repulsive socks of the man I did not trust much. I found that with deep inhales, I could actually appreciate the subtle differences from his feet, my dad's and mine. His by far were the smelliest but I felt I could cope. I rammed the socks against my face and breathed in Mr. Creepy's scents. I felt faint. Not with perfect joy as with my daddy, no, with power. I had to use my own young power to get Harrison to play the "naked daddy" games my way! I placed the socks of Harrison on the bed table and moved stealthily towards the door crack and quiet voices, my small toes nearly floating on the plush carpet as I moved toward that crack, that portal to understanding. I needed to know just what Harrison and daddy did in this non-mum version of "adult time". And without moving too close to the crack, knowing full well my face would show in the light from the living room, I stayed in the shadow of the door and peeped in...and saw the couch and my daddy and Mr. Creepy! Looking back now I could add all sorts of sexual in-depth commentary as to what I saw, but at that point in my early life it was all very visual and like watching animals at the zoo. Clinical yet intimate in a "that's my daddy and he's mine" sort of way. My strange feelings toward Harrison had to be balanced and put out of my reach. I was not in control, for now, and just had to be a voyeur! I just had to watch and grapple with the strange sights, sounds and behaviours. My eyes were glued to daddy, of course...so very precious and all MINE! I also drank in the conversation, understanding very little but taking it in for processing years later. Harrison lit up and smoked, his now long, pointy bare feet atop the coffee table next to daddy's dark socked beauties. Harrison's toes so bony and long with the nails looming over each slightly. The naked slender feet of Mr. Creepy jiggled and rocked, bumping into daddy's calm, regal feet from time to time. I stood in the shadows of the bedroom door and watched, listened and enjoyed! I had only just begun formal school myself and this was such early days for me...but I loved to watch and learn! Smoke billowed and the cigarette passed to my daddy's outstretched fingers, another sin I blamed completely on Harrison's bad influences. They sipped whiskey and laughed, the bottle half drained sat on the table near daddy's left foot. I watched and felt my small feet sweating madly as I began to shiver and shake with excitement. I loved watching daddy secretly, it thrilled me. But I felt fear lurking too, fear for what Harrison might do and his power over my daddy. He seemed to lead my daddy astray, I just knew it. My young mind wondered, mmmmm, maybe I like seeing daddy going astray! The conversation came back to mummy and the need for the doctor to sort out his foreskin troubles. The talk of a baby and much wicked laughter from Harrison made my daddy seem solemn. Daddy explained it was what my mother wanted and he must do his part. Harrison made smarmy comments and said something about saving up his seed (no idea what that was back then) for the baby project and no more air stewardess guests visiting the apartment. Daddy laughed along but I knew he was just pandering to Harrison's humour. The whole while I drank in daddy's wide moist socked feet; the dark fabric clinging and showing off every delicious contour of daddy's size 11's as I ogled them. The light just catching them so, illuminating those fabulous sweaty toe imprints on both his feet from a full day in shoes. I was able to view his dark socked feet perfectly from my door crack position and just wanted to go and kneel by his feet but had to resist. It was so hard! The unbuttoned dress shirt, slightly open at the neck revealed the very top of my daddy's glorious chest and the gentle furry forest of rusty golden hair that lived there. The bathrobe Harrison wore also revealed a chest strewn with dark hairs; the two men looked so relaxed lying against the couch back, feet up and next to one another. Harrison bent forward and filled daddy's glass again...was he trying to make daddy drunk? I would not have been surprised, Harrison was a slippery. But...maybe a tipsy daddy could be fun to watch? Daddy finished the cigarette and pushed it out in the large ashtray that sat near his feet. He lay back and sipped the refreshed drink. "Harrison, you spoil me!" he said in a slightly slurred way. Daddy was so tired from a day at work, the drive to NYC and now three or four drinks straight up. His eyes looked sleepy; he laid his head back against the couch more fully. He nearly spilled the drink. Harrison grabbed the glass from my daddy with his long skeletal hand and guided it to daddy's mouth. "Drink up, Reggie. All the way down." His voice crooned. Daddy obeyed and laughed as Harrison pulled the empty glass from his fingers and placed it upon the table next to the couch. Harrison loomed over daddy who lay with his eyes closed and a smile upon his lips. His moustache wet with booze. He was tipsy and I was feeling edgy and eager! I noted Mr. Creepy did not even have another drink, he was more sober and completely in charge. I felt my heart jump to my throat and it thudded like a tom-tom. What would Harrison do? Would he steal daddy's socks? I would if I were him. But he had the upper hand and that really fascinated and scared me, no, it thrilled me! The next move made me nearly jump out of my skin with an electric charge. Harrison moved as close as possible to my daddy's side, they touched sides- they were so close. "Relax, Reggie. You sure Tony will stay put in there?" Harrison asked in his snake-like way. My young body throbbed....all over. "Mmm, he promised. He's a good little boy." Daddy said without opening his eyes. "Good, he better be! I feel like a naughty boy" Mr. Creepy added as he began to worm his fingers into the open place of where daddy's shirt was unbuttoned. His skeletal hand working in and massaging under the silky dress shirt folds...touching my daddy's nipples! I was transfixed- this was all so new. Daddy's long, sleek solid black OTC socked toes twitched in pleasure as he rested his meaty heels on the coffee table. That was what I saw happen to daddy's toes at the bottom of the bed when he had "adult time" with mummy and I spied on them-which I had been doing of late. Oh, dear. This was unexpected and riveting. "Harrison, come on. I need sleep. We have work and the doctor tomorrow. I hurt down there, you know that." Daddy protested as he attempted to push Mr. Creepy's busy fingers away from his nipples. "Reggie, shut up. Relax. You said you'd show me your problem. You really should let me see. Come on, let Harrison help you." The overbearing man hissed. His hand moving all around daddy's furry chest, rubbing...making daddy all mellow. Harrison had no place looking at daddy's "problem" without me. I watched over daddy's beloved noodle, not him! I was sure of that! But...what could I do? Oh, my dear daddy and his wonderful noodle, my mind raced...my heart pounded! Daddy's socked feet continued to quiver. Was enjoying this? Why? Did another man's hand all over your chest feel good? I bet it did if daddy's serene expression was anything to go by. I was so fascinated and ready to leap out and direct this action somehow. But I promised to stay put. I was sure he was going to touch his sore foreskin and see what daddy had not shown me yet. I stood wondering, amazed and excited. My heart racing, wanting to see what Harrison had in mind and knowing it was far too close to what mummy and daddy shared alone at night after I was supposedly asleep. My daddy laughed, snorted and hooted softly...almost in Harrison big ear which seemed inches from daddy's open mouth. "That tickles, you beast!" Daddy moaned. Harrison smiled like Satan and I could have sworn he grew horns like a ram. But that was in my very overactive mind and just a fanciful illusion. This Harrison man played the slightly sadistic villain to my daddy's superhero in my mind...and I loved daddy being "manipulated" in these young mind fantasies. The Batman and Robin syndrome again...and I loved to see them all tied up and helpless on TV. Would Harrison tie daddy up and...and what? Touch his beautiful but sore foreskin...make him yell out and whimper in pain? My whole body shook...nearly too much-head to toes. This was not fear...NO...it was elation. I was locating a personal pleasure "button" even then, so young was I, BUT I loved this scenario and daddy in a comprising and vulnerable position. Was I actually cheering Harrison on? Like I had with Mavis when she played the witch in our little role-play? Indeed I was...my little mouth whispered, "Go get `em, Harrison!" And naughty Harrison did! My memories of "Watching Daddy" continue next time. Much more to come in each new chapter of this life saga! My daddy's early growing 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