Date: Sun, 6 Oct 2019 19:47:08 +0200 From: wise owl Subject: Watching Daddy (part eighteen) 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 Eighteen: I stood, peeping in and just watching...riveted and tingling from head to small toes. It was like seeing a very private moment and discovering a whole new world, no, universe. Harrison bony fingers of one hand played under the shirt while his other hand began to massage my dear daddy's trouser-clad leg...those lovely suit slacks of his still on. Harrison's hand rubbed all along his leg from knee to hip, back and forth in sweeping massage actions. Daddy moaned softly as he eyes fluttered beneath the lids but remained shut. He was floating on the edge between sleep and obvious excitement. He could topple either way. "I prefer it when we don't entertain lady friends that flock to you so readily every time we travel, I like it like this, well, but not with your young son tagging along. I enjoy having this alone time between us. Maybe having picked up something from one of your playtime conquests will teach you a lesson. I am very clean!" Harrison said nearly nibbling my daddy's ear. Daddy's elegant dark socked feet rocked and wiggled as his words flowed in and obviously struck a chord. "This is not from playing with friends, male or female. It just happens. And you would rather I only played with you. You are a selfish bastard, but I like you. Damn it! Now if only I can achieve my wife's goal of a baby, all will be well. You just have to share me. And be very nice to Tony, he's so very precious and absolutely unique! Be nice!" Daddy said in a very fierce but quiet way. His gorgeous blue eyes shut but Harrison looking at him as if they were making eye contact. The bony hands still working daddy's body carefully and without hesitation. "I hear you. You know I will do anything you ask. You have me under your spell, you have us all- even your little son!" Harrison crooned and then dug his fingers deeply into my daddy's muscular inner thigh. Daddy jumped, his eyes fluttering but stayed pretty much in place. He stifled a cry, a whoop...a giggle. He raised his arms and cradled the back of his golden red-haired head; gentle perspiration now stained each underarm of his shirt. I knew those smells too. All of his smells were my passion. "You fiend, you know where to tickle me." Daddy softly said as Harrison now worked his fingers all along daddy's inner thigh, circles that widened and obviously must have bumped into daddy's trouser pouched balls. Daddy's hands remained clasped tightly behind his head, Harrison just kept at it. I knew I was witnessing a game, a game he played with Harrison...not me. I felt a hot flush of anger and deep excitement as I watched. What I saw was the sexual heat between them but it was not obvious to me then, not really. I looked on as I did with mum and daddy back home late at night. A Passive observer, scientifically analyzing it all...bodies, parts, reactions. But the excitement I felt was all about watching my beloved daddy and his beautiful body and those magnificent feet. The other things were just happening and I did not have the tools yet to put it all together. One thing became crystal clear to me in NYC that night, everybody seemed to want to "play, touch and tickle" my daddy. He was in high demand. Getting daddy naked with Harrison was almost too easy as it appeared to me then. I stood in the bedroom shadows and consumed all I saw. I heard daddy proclaim my status as "precious" but obviously he liked to play with others. I might not be able to intervene tonight and control the scene but I had every intention of being aware of any and all of my daddy's playtime activities. I had to know all, see all, and hear all. I would also collect any samples of his wonderful socks when possible. I intended to be the true "owner" of daddy...even if I had to share him sometimes. My own small bare feet began to sweat like mad as I watched this amazing event that unfolded before me. This pseudo wrestling match which was how I perceived it, was being sadly lost by my daddy- maybe on purpose. He was tipsy, tired and probably very aroused by this attention he was getting. The switch Harrison made from thigh grappling came swiftly with a comment from daddy in a hushed partially giggly voice. "Stop it. You'll make me really sore if you carry on. I can't get hard, stop, it hurts too much." He managed in his almost breathless way. "Well, show me. You said you'd show me. Show me where it hurts." Harrison chided as he moved his hand out of daddy's open shirt folds and rose up on his bony feet and knelt by the coffee table almost out of my sight. Daddy's lovely socked feet stayed on the table, shifting side to side as if in the breeze. "Not now, I am too tired. Tomorrow." He begged, eyes still shut and hands behind his head lying against the couch back in perfect repose. Harrison kneeling by his mid-section, eye to eye with his crotch. And he sat with hands behind his head and eyes closed. Too deliciously submissive! I sensed that. The one too many whiskey refills had seen to it. Harrison knew his game well! He knew daddy's weakness and he was all about playing to win. "You'll show me or I'll..." Harrison said with that horsey face of his leering and he moved his bony hands to daddy's moist socked feet just within reach. He grabbed my daddy's nearest foot and held it fast, tight like an industrial strength clamp with one hand and began to use those long fingers on the other hand to make my dad give in! Those long bony fingers of his with sharp nails to match attacked daddy's foot below the toes, the sensitive ball of the foot. Dad's delicious area below his toes, I knew so well, soft and full...meaty and highly ticklish! Daddy gulped air in just like a fish tossed from the sea, breathing rapidly and trying to not make too much noise to "wake me". The surprised laughing fit he stifled but Harrison whooped in glee. He pushed his face close to my daddy's aromatic black tight fitting sock and really dug his fingers in and strummed madly. I could feel the heat of the friction as if I were doing it myself. My daddy, my feet to tickle and sniff, my place to be....Harrison was there and loving it. He relished it like a day at the races and his dark beady eyes seemed to glow in the lamp light. He owned my daddy at that moment... the very nature of this man owning my daddy right then and there, well, it made me high as a kite! Daddy wriggled and moaned and sighed. He wanted to yell. His face, handsome and elegant...now beet red and suppressing so much emotion, so much elation. He loved being tickled and I loved watching this near torture of my daddy. I just knew it. But by Harrison? I was in shock. I had no idea they played tickle games like this. Daddy's free socked foot bounced and banged the wooden topped coffee table. He seemed to struggle to be free of the tickling fingers only so much, he should have fought harder but he did not. His strong arms remained behind his now tousled head of hair. The rules were clear, obviously daddy had to obey the tickle-master... Harrison. I fell to my knees, I was swooning and the room spun. The carpet was soft and I made no sound. I watched, I dreamed and I planned! Harrison kept digging and strumming that space below daddy's toes and, and I knew he was, sniffing madly at his socked foot. I saw his nose fluttering and flaring as he drank in the wonderful scent of my daddy's foot, newly perspiring from the heated ticking...that delicious aroma that comes from stress and strain. Daddy's manly musky perfume all for Harrison. I knew what Harrison was sensing, feeling and experiencing. His heart was racing, his pulse thumping and a faint euphoria causing sharp intakes of breath. I saw it in Harrison now as I saw it in myself many times before when I played with daddy's feet. Harrison and I were alike, so alike. That's why he tossed me his socks. He drank in the fact I massaged daddy's feet earlier. He knows what I am and I know what he is. We are foot lovers. I was not alone in this fixation of mine. But of all the people in the world to share this with, Harrison, and he was centre stage right now and I was in the wings watching. I shook all over. But knew I could use Harrison in these plans of getting daddy naked...I just had to get onside with Harrison, somehow! Daddy by now was wide-eyed and gasping for every breath. Harrison was cradling daddy's moist socked foot and nearly hugging it to his face as he strummed his bony fingers away and caused my daddy to utter the necessary words. "OK! You win! You WIN! I'll show you. Just stop. NOW!" He begged as I edged closer to the crack of the door. My own breath coming in sharp intakes. Harrison nuzzled daddy's socked foot against his ugly face and planted a kiss on my dad's big toe. I had never imagined this coming from Harrison, kissing daddy's feet. He was brazen and all over my daddy! I could almost see the wonderful leathery musky scent of daddy's sculptured socked foot wafting up into his greedy nose! He just drank it in! His eyes were wild with hunger for everything that was Reggie! I think I knew then clearly....he loved my daddy, lots! "Good, I knew you'd give in. You always do Reggie, you always do!" Mr. Creepy said releasing dad's socked foot as he resumed his place next to daddy on the couch. Daddy went to unclasp his hands from behind his head and Harrison stopped him. "Relax, Reggie. I think I know how to undo your zipper." And he moved those bony fingers to daddy's crotch and I heard the sound of the zipper faintly. I gulped for breath, was I going to pass out? I continued to shake like a leaf and sweat all over. Harrison's bespectacled eyes were right over my daddy's fly folds and he next began to undo dad's belt buckle and trouser button. Daddy's beloved uncut noodle would soon be out and on show! "I need a good look, let's get these off you." He said cunningly and daddy closed his blue eyes and just let him have his way. My hands were sweaty and felt all clammy. I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. "Be gentle, it hurts." Daddy said quietly and almost in prayer. Dad's size 11 feet slid off the coffee table as Harrison began to pull daddy's trousers and tight underwear down his long cycle-toned golden furry legs. "Reggie, the doctor has to see it. Why not me? I think this is familiar territory. I have stripped you many times, old boy, many times!" And as Harrison intoned these words he pulled the clothing wad over dad's now raised sweaty socked feet that waved in the air at me like two flags of surrender. His sweaty toe imprints so visible now to me on the dark fabric surface and so perfect in the lamplight of the room. Oh, poor daddy! The trousers and underwear fell away onto the carpet, for a moment daddy's naked legs and socked feet stayed up in the air as Harrison gazed upon his idol. The ravenous look in Harrison's eyes was like a starving man at a banquette. Things to enjoy everywhere, oh, where to begin? Daddy's socked feet quivered slightly in the air as my heart rate soared and my eyes blurred with another swoon coming on...Harrison's wormy fingers were now grasping daddy's right sock. "I'll take these off, Reggie. They feel so silky." Now I must pause, the moment Mr. Creepy began this sacred act of sock removal from my beloved daddy was like nothing I had experienced so far in my young life back then. It was like my heart thudded to the point I worried my health issues would truly do me in. I shuddered and rocked and I could barely breathe. Many readers have written and asked me how I could share my daddy this way...with men and women, all older and wiser than me. The truth be told I was jealous and yet eager to put my daddy at their mercies. I was torn but the voyeur inside me craved the view and my jealous tendencies had to be pushed down and hidden...I could not afford to be petty. This was so exciting in my very early almost non-sexual days...it was all so unknown and yet I was compelled to just do all I could to see to it that daddy was seen naked and, and what? I had no real idea except that daddy would be touched by these other men and women but to what end? Time would tell and I had so much to learn. The other strong force in my young mind was the idea of daddy being submissive to these overzealous players...Mr. Creepy and Mavis so far. I did not count my mother...not as much as the players I seemed to orchestrate and mum was a given and always part of daddy's naked world. My juvenile mind saw Mr. Creepy reaching and touching daddy's socked feet and was about to take control of what looked like stripping him of all his clothing. And this played right into my Batman and Robin TV or comic book scenarios. How I loved seeing daddy at the hands of a "villainous" type like Mr. Creepy. It was so thrilling and a pleasure "button" in my early discoveries of what I liked in this nebulous and strange world of Tony's emerging sexual world. I wanted my daddy in "peril" in a safe way. Please don't think me some crazy young thing who wanted any harm to come, absolutely not, but I loved the outer fringes of this control game and seeing what and how daddy would be used and, again....and what? I had to just enjoy and see where the road took us. If you are reading the memoirs "The Life and Times of Natural Noodle", then you will see even when daddy was a growing boy back in the 1930's and early 40's, he was always putting himself in these kind of scenarios. Unwisely sometimes, I would agree, some were risky no doubt, but he was who he was and he wanted to just be himself and totally natural...for any and all to see and enjoy. So daddy was happy in situations like this...always had been and would be until he died. And I had to enjoy the moment and relish in the view! My comic book hero-villain imagination hoped Mr. Creepy would tickle daddy and maybe tie him up...I loved that idea. But I just had to breathe deep and stay calm and watch...and learn. Daddy continued to moan about feeling too tired and too sore to carry on. Harrison, always deliciously creepy and boldly aggressive, just took no notice. This made my heart race. And seeing daddy's legs held high and his socked feet aloft, well, it made me fanatical. The view of my father this way was totally mesmerizing and perfectly delectable. My eyes were riveted to daddy's two long dark OTC socks and the lovely sweaty toe imprints I could make out very plainly. His strong gently furry legs remained raised with very little help from Harrison. Daddy lay back against the couch and just raised those legs in supplication. Harrison held on to the leg nearest him as he sat almost on top of my daddy. The way he moved my daddy's socked foot close to his face made me tingle and vibrate all over Those were my feet to love, and now his! I was sharing daddy. "You are making me hard!" Daddy whispered...but I heard it. Truth be told, I had a slight notion this was again what I had seen thru Mavis' windows that wonderful afternoon. I was still in that phase of life...all new, all fascinating. But I was excited to see "the big noodle" again! Harrison's long horse-like face nuzzled daddy's moist OTC socked foot. He rubbed his long horsy face all over dad's raised foot, all over the carved sole and then...he chewed daddy's heel. I saw teeth and tongue...playful nibbles and wet lashes of his long snake-like tongue assaulted my daddy's heel. My breath grew rapid, my heart beat faster. Daddy giggled but kept his eyes closed and head resting on his hands behind his head. The booze had worked its magic and daddy sailed along to Harrison's well crafted seduction. Harrison knew his methods well and could have taught classes in the art of controlling a man. I knew not that it was seduction as is; it was not overtly "sexual" for me as I have said before and I just saw it as adult, highly private horseplay. Harrison worked my daddy over and I got the feeling he'd done it before. As much as I distrusted Harrison, I was drawn to him and the fact he loved daddy's feet and seemed to have such power over him. Would I ever have that kind of power over my daddy, I hoped so! Harrison hissed almost too loudly as he nuzzled my dad's foot with gusto. "Reggie, I want these socks. Let me have them." He ordered. I turned about six shades of red as I waited, heart thudding, for daddy's reply. I loved those socks! Daddy did not open his eyes. "You're as bad as Tony. This sock fixation and my feet. All my life people have been all over my socks and feet...and the rest of me! Sure, you can have them but you better damn well not tell Tony...he'll go nuts!" Harrison moved his slimy hands all over my daddy's sleek socked foot, massaging and totally enjoying it. He was doing what I loved doing to my daddy. I was drawn to watching all the sock worship, for that's what it was, but my eyes moved down daddy's naked legs and landed on his rather exposed crotch. His legs were still up and apart, his pose very graphic. Wonderful to enjoy his feet sole-side out but also his other gifts as well! Harrison had yet to examine daddy's foreskin issue; he was far too busy to move downward yet. But I being me and always aware of ALL of my daddy, saw a new situation arise...literally. I had seen my own stiff self many times, but only daddy's from afar and not really so step by step as this. The bedroom spying I had done to date (apart from the Mavis windows) had not included a good look at the mid-section of my parent's bed. I was torn between watching Harrison "love" daddy's socked foot or watching this elongation occurring to my daddy's uncut noodle...which I always knew was very large as it was and would grow even bigger. The growing tube of flesh, uncut with copious extra foreskin and slightly puffy around the reddened tip by the foreskin infection, was rising and unbending along one of daddy's upraised muscular legs. The way it was filling out, growing stiffer and reaching up virtually skyward had me enthralled. The way daddy's fuzzy scrotal pouch began to tighten and become firm...fascinating! The view from Mavis' windows was good...this was amazing! I ventured a very uneducated guess that my daddy's penis must have been the biggest in the world; well...at that point it seemed very plausible. "Ouch, OOOOOO!" Daddy cried out in a rather loud way. I was drawn out of my daddy noodle reveries and back to the here and now. Daddy was in pain. Obviously something Harrison was doing was causing it. And this dual feeling of wanting daddy in some "gentle" distress caused by comic book villain Mr. Creepy and wanting daddy safe and sound. So torn was I! I saw Harrison stop loving daddy's moist upraised socked foot and push my daddy's legs down so that each socked foot gently rested on the edge of the wooden coffee table just by the couch. Daddy's knees still bent and his manhood and ass crack on display for all to see...Harrison and myself being the "all". Daddy looked amazing to me as I beheld the splendour that he was back then. The size 11, artfully wide feet poised perfectly on his toes on the edge of the table and the dark thin socks still perfectly clinging to his legs and feet...and the now engorged erectile body standing betwixt those legs saying, "look at me, I am here!" His ass crack was like a little ravine all golden fur covered and hiding his pink puckered hole, I could just about see the little hole if I really strained my eyes. I wished I could have a closer look at it. I wondered if it was like mine, I had used a small hand mirror and saw mine a few times by that point. I was sure the doctor would look tomorrow; I'd ask the man of medicine for a chance to examine it myself. I had every intention of seeing ALL while with daddy at the doctor. Exploring all of my naked daddy, every nook and cranny...that was my mission! Harrison sat and stared at my daddy and his proud "big" noodle, that divine manhood that had now fully joined the scene. "Oh, Reggie, that does look terribly painful. Sorry. I should have known better. Sorry." He sounded almost contrite and I was amazed. A tone of care and concern, really felt and tenderly expressed came from the "evil" Harrison's lips. I was gobsmacked. Could Harrison really be OK down deep? The ensuing acts of kindness and dare I say, love, shocked me. I had up until that point considered Harrison more creep and a rival for daddy's attentions and I did not want to think overly kindly of him. It was a true shock to my evolving sense of right, wrong and whom I thought of as villains. Tenderly Harrison stroked my daddy's leg, up and down. Daddy's eyes stayed closed and he moaned softly....whimpered in pain. His reddish golden haired head lay against the couch back resting still on his folded arms. The almost pure nakedness of my dad was alluring and artistic to my eyes. The way his dress shirt laid partly open exposing his manly gently furry chest and then there were his lovely dark OTC socks. Other than for those items, he was nude. My daddy forever Natural Noodle! I looked on, breathing heavy...watching. Always the voyeur lurking! Harrison's long fingers moved down daddy's leg and rubbed along the nearest socked foot. Rubbing his juicy heel and enjoying the flowing high arch of that beloved foot back and forth. I watched and enjoyed the sights. Daddy sighed. Harrison watched dad, his manhood and his socked foot. His eyes roving inside those spectacles, back and forth all over daddy's wonderful body. The erect flesh stood rather solidly, the pink reddish cock head attempting to burst out but being held back (from what I could see from the bedroom) by the inflamed foreskin folds. His soldier-like penis looked proud yet wounded. Tall yet not able to reach full mast, the pain causing sighs and gasps to be heard from time to time. Harrison soothing and cooing softly. "It will go down, just relax. Relax." He kept saying to daddy. His eyes hungry drinking in the flesh of my daddy...every inch! And like magic, the man-flesh noodle began to move lower, lower, shrinking away to what I knew and recognized as normal and correct. Harrison rested a tender hand on my daddy's now relaxing ball pouch. I saw his bony fingers resting on the fuzzy furred skin surface, just delicately cupping his two floating orbs...gently and with almost reverent solemnity. His long fingers tenderly massaging...it looked so very personal. He seemed to know my daddy so intimately and expressed a sort of ownership over him. My own body tingled and stirred. Dare I say, pleasure buttons of my own were firing and causing reactions. I loved seeing "big noodle" daddy...it was so new and a sight I was drawn to, and so was Harrison...I could tell! "Reggie, I must say you have quite an infection. Even like this it looks tender and painful." Harrison said coyly as he gazed down, almost mere inches from daddy's puffy foreskin...his spectacles resting on the bridge of his big nose as he looked closely. "Harrison, tender does not even begin to cover it. Burning like bloody hell is more like it." Daddy responded through closed eyes. Harrison bent forward and kissed one of daddy's exposed nipples. "Sleep well. I'd, well, you know what I'd do Reggie dear if you were not in pain, but we'll call it a night." He said in a very low voice. Seeing Harrison kiss daddy was a shock but not unexpected after all I had seen. I did wonder and wish I knew what he would have done to daddy if daddy had been well and not in pain. I needed to know...and in time, I'd make sure I did! "Are you forgetting something? Your request?" Daddy said playfully rubbing Harrison's arm fondly. Harrison guffawed and snorted. "Tony will be angry. But I'll keep them hidden. Promise!" And with that, he used those long fingers and plied off each long, sweaty OTC sock from my daddy's feet. I cringed but held fast. I'd find them before we left NYC. I pledged to myself I would and take them back. MINE, I sang to myself, all MINE! Daddy's naked and sleek bare feet still rested upon the coffee table, his pink soft toes wiggled in delightful freedom from their sock captivity. Daddy stood up, his uncut noodle swinging down and thwacking his balls. "OUCH!" he barked. "Careful Reggie! That club of yours is lethal even when small. Baby yourself!" Harrison said in a catty way as he seemed to almost lick his lips. So typical of him! Dad's nearly naked body moved toward the bedroom door. I scooted back into my bed. I looked asleep for all intents and purposes. Daddy moved about, putting his clothing away and using the bathroom. I heard the sound of the shower briefly. I breathed a sigh of relief that I had not been found out as a spy and I was secure in my place as dad's chaperone to the doctor tomorrow. A job I took very seriously! As we lay in our dark room, I heard Harrison moving around in the outer rooms. I wondered what he was up to. I also wondered if he too was madly sniffing my daddy's gifted socks. I knew I would be. And what did I have? Harrison's discarded socks. They sat beside me. I felt that Harrison and I had so much in common. My dislike and distrust lessened one fraction. I felt a sudden urge to bond with him...just a tiny bit. I silently moved from my bed onto my small bare toes. Daddy snored away in the now dark room. The light shone under the door to the front room, I gently opened it and moved out into the living room area. I pulled the bedroom door shut behind me. Harrison lay on the couch bed, it had been folded out. He was under a cover but I knew he was nude. His top half was thin and rather darkly furry. His eyes were showing plainly as he had put the spectacles away. He gaped at me. His mouth open in shock. My young curious self wondered what his noodle looked like just below the cover...sharp like a sword? My mind envisioned all sorts of devil-like penile appendages that might suit my "villain". I moved slowly to his bed. "What are you doing up?" he hissed at me. Not very friendly and a bit scary. I stammered. "I came to say goodnight. And to say sorry." He glared at me. His eyes suspicious. "You are a little sneak. You act like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth. You were spying on your daddy and me. You know what I have. Your little act won't work. These are mine, all mine!" He said this as he waved daddy's socks up in the air; they'd been hidden under the cover. He placed them on his face-over his nose and breathed in...deeply. Loving my daddy's smells...just like me! My eyes filled with tears. I should not have bothered coming out. He was not ready to embrace me as a fellow foot person, not yet. I was still little Tony, the pest. I began to leave. "But, you can sniff them a bit...Oh, Tony, I know you and what you're really like. You may be little still, but I know you! Come on, come sniff your daddy's precious socks which he gave to me...ME!" He whispered for fear of being heard by daddy in the other room. Why I grovelled is anyone's guess. I pulled my hand across my face and brushed the tears away. I moved back to the place where Mr. Creepy lay...the lovely socks now dangling just below my face. I bent, he pushed them over my nose. I breathed daddy's all day foot smells...my head spun and I nearly tumbled down onto Harrison who now watched me with glee. "Yes, you enjoy these and remember your daddy gave them to me. Breathe deeply, Tony...yes...just enjoy these for a few more seconds. And then go play with my socks I gave you. Done!" He pulled socks away and smiled. "Go to bed!" he growelled. I turned and moved away. I spun and looked back. He called out in a whisper, his eyes alive with ideas. "And if I have my way, you'll be left with Greta, the nice secretary here in our NYC offices. I am going to the doctor with your father...me! He'll be getting naked you know...all naked!" I shut the bedroom door and crawled into bed with my daddy. He felt me snuggled up to him. I kissed his back which faced me, his pyjama top tickling my nose. I drifted into sleep. I was here, next to daddy...not Harrison. Small victory. The scent of those socks of daddy's still filled my nose...a scent I loved! My small feet rested next to my daddy's much bigger ones under the covers. His large tender feet felt warm, safe and very secure. My feet fit so nicely inside his lovely high curved arches. He was mine. Now I had to prove it! I had to use Harrison and make him obey my desires in these "experiments or games" in getting daddy naked. It was not easy! The next day dawned and daddy awoke early and was very business-like as he readied for his day. A day that would be spent partly at his NY offices with Harrison and later with me at Doctor Carlyle's. I saw Harrison stride thru our room and use the bathroom to shave and shower before dad did. I mused as I lay in the still dim room about Harrison and my daddy. The bond they shared and the bond I shared with them, each unique but all pivoting on my dad. He was our fulcrum and it both excited me and repulsed me. Sharing daddy with mum was hard but sharing him with Mr. Creepy was a huge spider web of entanglements. Harrison vanished back into the other room and dad took his place in the bathroom. He left the door ajar as he hummed and lathered away in preparation for a long busy day. My eyes watched him intently as far as I could catch glimpses. I was intrigued by all things daddy did and was. He represented strength, stamina and stability. I even loved watching him shave in the mirror; the special way he trimmed his moustache was very endearing. The way he combed back his wavy golden red hair and dabbed on a favourite aftershave...another smell I forever will associate with him! I sat in bed wondering. Just what would Doctor Carlyle be like? I had never been with dad to a doctor. The very idea of a man going over my daddy thoroughly while I watched made me titter with joy, knowing I chose the socks for this special occasion made me bubbly and giddy. "You are all full of beans this morning!" Daddy said as he passed by my bed wearing just his white boxers. I now know that they would have been easier to wear with the foreskin irritation issue he was facing. He moved to the other bed where he had laid out his other clothing. I soon realized I had been moved to my own bed in the night at some stage. Dad was very good at moving me while I slept and I never knew until the next day. Daddy stood upon his bare sculptured size 11's, his graceful toes flexing gently in the carpet as he looked over the wardrobe. He pulled up a white t-shirt, crisp and v-necked. He pulled it on. It was tight and hugged his chest muscles perfectly. He looked just like an advert for Fruit of the Loom. Then he picked up the socks I had selected for the day, the wedding tuxedo style with sheer sides, solid heel and toe cap in black. The mid-calf style that needed sock garters and clips...no real elasticity of their own. Very old school but classic and so perfectly what I dreamed to have my daddy wear. Daddy held the black sheer socks and garters up and smiled. "Only you would pick these for me to wear!" he said with a wonderful loving grin upon his handsome face, his moustache twitching. From the slightly open door, a suited Harrison was peeping in. He wore a roguish expression and his roving eyes were framed by his spectacles perfectly as he spoke. "I like them, I'd have picked them. Tony and I have sock sense; we know what you should wear. I mean you have the feet of Adonis, why not show off!" He said and gave me a look. The look was neither one of approval or hate, it was just a look...an acknowledgement that maybe, deep down, just maybe we did have a common link. I just sat and sort of smiled back. I was unsure what to do. Harrison moved in, pushing the door wide. "Well, sit down and put them on. Come on!" he encouraged. His eyes watching daddy so eagerly as if he was an eagle watching a field mouse on the run for cover. I moved to the edge of the bed and joined in. "Go on, sit down and put them on!" Daddy laughed in his good natured way and sat down on the edge of the bed, raised his left foot and pulled on the first nearly sheer silky sock. The black shimmery material swallowed his large wide curvy foot and his tender toes filled the solid toe cap and his meaty heel rounded out the solid coloured lower end. He held the foot aloft and wiggled his sheer socked toes as Harrison and I drank in the sight. I think we both sighed. I think daddy smiled from ear to ear or wider if possible. I could just about see thru the toe caps and make out his gorgeous toes, each loved and precious as dear friends. "You guys are very easy to please, and for my next act I shall put the other sock on!" he said in a showman style of voice. I applauded and Harrison chuckled. The sound of Harrison laughing in a somewhat friendly way was odd to me ears, can he be human after all? Daddy placed his socked foot upon the carpet as he pulled up the calf hugging garter and clipped the sock edge in place and let go. The sock stayed up, gently held tight...his foot now encased in the black silken fabric so that every contour of his foot was on display, as it should be! The next foot was raised and socked and then dutifully gartered and clipped. Daddy stood and strode about the room in his underwear, t-shirt and black semi-sheer socks. Harrison and I approved, really approved. The rest of daddy's dressing carried on and soon he was suited and booted...his black leather lace-ups firmly upon his fine feet. Daddy was ready and his black suit coat and slacks looked sharp aided by a snazzy white shirt and deep red tie. And I was still in my pyjamas! I quickly tossed myself together. We were going to a little corner cafe for breakfast and then dad's office. I decided to re-wear my burgundy OTC socks with the woven gold-toe caps. They really had only been worn in the latter half of the day yesterday and only had a mild aromatic smell (I gave them a good sniffing as I dressed). Plus I loved the way they looked on me. I already was a budding "sock-a-holic" by then and I just loved wearing stylish socks. Those burgundy ones were my best. So I pulled them on proudly. My small feet filling them out, making me think I had some hope of being like my daddy and filling his delightful "socks" to some minor degree. The three of us strode down the busy street, traffic noise already a din even at this early hour. I can't really recall what Harrison's suit looked like that day because I only had eyes for my daddy. He ruled my roost. I watched daddy walk tall, carrying his body erectly and wearing that tailored suit with aplomb. But it was his black, highly polished shoes and getting subtle glimpses of those semi-sheer socks striding along the NYC pavements that kept my heart throbbing and my pulse racing. Playing hooky and being a total voyeur of my daddy's private activities while away in New York was a dream come true. Could I survive until the doctor's appointment? I hoped so. Getting daddy naked at the doctor's office would be easy and thrilling...provided I got to go and enjoy it and not be left out, not a chance in hell, if I had anything to do with it! Watching Daddy continues next time. Much more to come in each new chapter of this life saga! My daddy's early memoirs of his life and times growing up 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