Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2019 16:51:03 +0100
From: wise owl <wiseoldowl@gmx.com>
Subject: Watching Daddy (part twenty-one) 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
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My daddy's early years growing up can be read at:


www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/the-life-and-times-of-natural-noodle


www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/natural-noodle-and-the-local-lads/






**Please read all earlier parts in the directory before this section**








Watching Daddy









Part Twenty-one:






I lay and listened to my daddy and Harrison in the tub. I was young but I
knew the sound of some horseplay and then pain...my daddy's.

I heard the drying off and the sound of the door unlocking. My handsome
nearly six-foot daddy naked and wrapped in a towel, gawky Harrison by his
side and also dressed or undressed the same. The two stopped as the door
opened and I lay on the carpet just beyond the doorframe. Obviously
listening and not being shy about it.

"Tony, you are incredible. Eavesdropping?" Daddy said with a pained
expression. Harrison laughed.

"What else do you expect, Reggie. And you little Tony, get out, I have to
do your dad's cream treatment. Go start watching TV." Harrison stated as he
stepped over me, I saw up his towel and his manly appendage was rather
impressive. Cut but long with big balls. And hairy too! It looked a bit
"aroused" and I smiled. He was enjoying daddy far too much!

I took matters into my own hands. I let Harrison do the tub, in
private-more or less. Now it was time for Tony to take charge.

I stood on my small feet and as daddy walked by me, I pulled the towel off
his body. Bold and daring...but me!

Daddy stood nude, with the towel in a heap at his big sleek bare feet. He
looked at me, and I looked at his uncut, swollen man-hood. It too was sort
of "enlarged" and together he and Harrison would be a matching pair...dad's
uncut cock was far handsomer and better shaped but both equally big.

"Tony, why did you do that?" Daddy asked with his moustache twitching and
blue eyes playfully twinkling.

"I will do your cream. I need to so you can come home. I can't have my
daddy away. Not now." I said and I put my little hand in his warm big one.

I guided daddy to his bed.

His big bare feet followed me. He smiled all the way. Harrison looked like
thunder.

He was still towel clad and hopping about.

"Tony, the deal was I did it, not you. Get lost."

Daddy said, "Either stand quiet and help Tony or close the door as you go."

I won!

The tube of prescription cream was on the bed table and daddy lay nude,
legs spread and head on the pillow.

"I think the good doctor knew Tony would take charge. He is a wise
man. Harrison do you want to show Tony what to do?" Daddy asked putting his
arms behind his head and acting as if this was the most natural pose to be
in with his young son acting as his private nurse.

"Can this be real, HELL! Get the cream open, HELL! Harrison in his towel
hovered over the edge of the bed as I knelt alongside daddy's swollen
foreskin clad noodle. It lay on his tummy and looked painful. I was going
to help.

"Are those grubby little boy hands clean?" Harrison asked peevishly.

Now...I had washed them earlier and only touched socks...to me they were
clean. To a medical person, maybe not so clean. But good enough.

"All set, what do I do?" And my small hands held the open tube of ointment
which smelled very potent and medicinal to be sure.

Daddy smiled up at me.

"You are so like me, every day more and more!"

Harrison stood over me in his towel, I was so tempted to rip it off him. I
loved the idea of two big naked men around me...seeing their fully
developed "manhoods" on show. But I held off, for now!

"Gently grasp your daddy's penis with one hand." He guided almost in a
civil tone from above my small head.  "Noodle, you mean noodle." I
corrected in my boyish teacher's way.

"Noodle...OK, now gently hold it." He said exasperated.

I reached out as if I'd touched daddy on his noodle a hundred times...my
small hand trembled with delight, I so wanted this contact.

Daddy just watched, his blue eyes beaming with pride. His little son,
taking charge!

My young fingers grasped the warm, silky flesh of my dad's manly equipment.

It felt much like my own, but bigger, much rounder in girth. Daddy winced
slightly as I pulled the dear noodle upward to look down and face the
swollen foreskin-clad top. The flesh all engorged and sore looking. The
natural pink tones replaced by angry red.

"Careful Tony, please." Daddy sighed.

I nodded. "What now?" I asked Harrison.

"Now using your other hand, gently pull the skin back. You've seen daddy do
it?" He asked knowing full well I had.

I giggled. "I have seen it loads and loads." I confidently retorted.

And I had but this was new, very new and highly exciting. My own little
"friend" inside my underwear lurched and strained. I was enjoying it, this
contact of daddy flesh to son's fingers...it felt so right and so much a
birthright of mine! The precious man-noodle I held was mine! Mine to care
for!

I grasped daddy's cock just about an inch below the swollen skin top and
with my thumb and finger...pushed downward.

"OOUCH!" Daddy moaned as the ample foreskin yielded and gave way, the
swollen skin parting atop his slightly now engorged noodle and his bright
red cock-knob bursting out like a fireball! It was wet; wet with...who knew
what fluid. But it glistened and shone in the bedroom lamplight.

Harrison, breathing down my smooth neck...almost purred like a happy cat.

"How's it feel, Tony, to be helping your daddy like this?" His silky voice
intoned.

"Wonderful, a bit scary `cause it looks so swollen, but wonderful!" I said
holding fast but gently to daddy's now unveiled manhood. The fact daddy was
tumescent from my touch also added a delightful feeling to our shared
moment. Even if Harrison was also there, who cared? I had his noodle in my
hand and it was GREAT!

I was guided to swab the creamy ointment all over the cock-knob and dabbed
it inside the foreskin that had been pulled down. My little fingertip
worked away, slowly, and with no desire to finish. I moved my face so close
and could smell the infection and daddy's "man smell" for lack of a better
word. The more little dabs my tiny fingertip made, the more daddy's noodle
filled and stood taller. I know now, daddy was pre-cumming...and he was
very juicy as I learned!

Daddy just kept watching and smiling and wincing.  What a combination!
Harrison just kept guiding me, "More here, another dab there, really work
the cream in." I was in heaven and so was Harrison!

The night we spent in NYC in that bedroom proved I could handle "daddy" and
I do mean handle. Touching him was not taboo, not anymore.

Daddy had no reason to stay with Harrison. When we arrived back in our home
outside of Boston, daddy informed mummy that Tony had it all under control.

"Really Reggie? Little Tony? Are your sure he should, well, help that way?"
Mum said as we all sat in the living room and talked about the trip to NYC.

I burst in. I wanted mum to know how much I was involved.

"Oh, mum, I was with daddy the whole time at the doctor's. I saw
everything! I was allowed to help, well, sort of. I mean I was really up
close. I saw daddy's furry back hole, too" I said proudly.

"Oh, My. You are so like your daddy. Well, better now that later. Best to
know than be ignorant." Mum was very practical.

"He'll be able to use his noodle to put a baby inside you soon, I promise!"
I said striding over to mum who sat on the couch smiling.

"Heavens! You saw lots and learned even more!" Mum said moving over to
daddy and resting her ass on his chair arm.

Daddy playfully grabbed at her. "Soon, but not just yet...we'll be trying
again!"

"Maybe I can help, get the baby in." I said innocently.

Now that made daddy and mum laugh to the point of tears.

I was so young, I was learning but I was not 100% clear on all procedures.


Now in the meantime, I was able to help daddy apply this creamy ointment to
his noodle's knob and foreskin for the next few days. Daddy did not shoo me
away, he truly accepted me as his "nurse" boy.

Each time we'd use the master bedroom, I hoped inside my little head that
Mavis was watching from her windows. I never pulled the shades down when I
did my "nurse" boy routine.

I actually wanted to phone Mavis and say, "Hey Mavis, take a good look, I
am touching daddy's noodle! See!" But I held off on that.

"OK, Daddy. Let's get you naked." I'd say in my "nurse" boy way.

Now he need not get all naked, but I knew what I liked and daddy had
learned in NYC that I was fully able to call the shots and loved to do so
when it came to all things, "daddy".

Daddy, who'd been to work at his office and done the cream there, played
along.

"OK, Tony, help me strip off." He'd say playfully.

And I did. I worked and tugged and unfastened and yanked...until daddy was
just in his socks. His OTC dark socks, sweaty and aromatic...and not a
stitch else!

His uncut cock with that swollen noodle foreskin looking so ominous against
the backdrop of his rusty golden pubic nest and pendulous
man-balls...gently fuzzy I must add! He would swagger to the big bed and
toss himself down...head on the pillows and arms behind his reddish golden
haired head.

His moustache twitching in amusement.

"Only you, Tony! No other son in the world would be quite like YOU!" He
marvelled with those sexy blue eyes I loved shining my way.

He'd spread the furry long cycle-toned legs and allow me full access to
those places I needed to tend. I'd creep up between his now splayed legs
having sniffed a sleek sweaty sock while moving upward and knelt between
his strong V-shaped limbs. My fingers grasping the tube of cream and daddy
ready for my hands to take charge. And take charge I did.

One night, mummy stood in the open doorway of the bedroom observing my
nursing skills.

"You are better at that that I would be, Tony." She marvelled.

"The secret, mummy, is holding gently like this and not poking here." I
said showing mummy daddy's bright red cock-knob. My little fingertip
working that cream into that very round cock-knob of his. I imagined that
missile-like smooth cock-knob sailing inside mummy's private space, and
making a baby. A true miracle that I wanted to see! And I would, I had
plans for that.

Daddy broke my reverie.

"You would kill me no doubt." Daddy chided mummy and we all laughed but I
plodded away and medicated daddy's sore noodle...it was my right! Holding
his cock, his slightly engorged noodle...felt so right and so warm and just
oh so unique!

The New York City trip put much "wind beneath my wings" as far as watching
my daddy as a truly sexual being and understanding that having a foot and
socks fetish was not something to be ashamed of. And touching daddy's
body...anywhere was a thrilling privilege. The feel of his noodle in my
hand had been electrifying!

I knew Harrison was more like me and although it bothered me, it also meant
I was not alone. And daddy, he too...seemed to be aroused and drawn into
this magical realm of foot and socks delight and my youthful fascination
with his manly body. My young mind was expanding so much in sorts of
way...I needed more exploration and understanding.  Those early years at
school for most are dull and almost forgettable. For me, after NYC, I
became highly alert to all things male body related. Daddy being the most
important and the one I studied with religious fervour but other boys and
men began to creep into my radar field.

A little while after NYC and daddy's foreskin woes were actually well on
the mend if not gone...I found myself in Boston one Friday afternoon the
day after Thanksgiving. I was off from school and daddy decided to give mum
a break after a long day of cooking the day before and took me into his
offices for a change of scene. It gave mum time off and she did not have to
look after my young needs. Daddy was good that way.  I had dressed nicely
in a Sunday shirt, nice slacks, great OTC navy blue solid socks and some
comfy school type leather shoes. I wore my winter wool coat, mittens and
knit hat. I looked the part of "son" and spent a day being daddy's little
office helper. Not really, but I could use the shredder at that age and
spent ages destroying old sensitive- outdated documents and gave the
secretary a bit of day off I guess.  I spied on daddy as he buzzed about in
his styled navy blue suit, Harrison too. I watched all. Harrison did speak
with me and eyed my socks. At one stage I did slip off a shoe, to itch and
he really took in my small boy foot. I did have power; I was just beginning
to see how much!

Harrison greedily too eyed my daddy's black leather shoes and could see his
navy thin socks covering his lower leg as he worked as his desk. After my
shredding duties, I found myself cross legged by his swivel desk
chair...happily sitting almost in the desk space designed for your legs to
go. Being small and mere boy had many advantages. Nobody said, "What are
you doing there?" I was little and I could do as I pleased and plus, daddy
was a very important figure in his office.

Harrison sat opposite daddy in his own work space and banged away on a
typewriter completing some task --smoking like a trouper as he did. BUT, he
watched me sitting by daddy's leather shoe-clad size 11's and obviously
envied my perfectly placed position.  Nobody seemed to care that I, naughty
me, feeling full of budding fetish vim and vigour, slowly unlaced one of
daddy's big leather shoes. He was well out of most others sightline apart
from good old Harrison...Mr. Creepy.

Daddy was now burbling away on his phone, the old fashioned one with a
spiral chord and rotary dial that was part of my world back then. He was so
suave as he talked to clients; he did not take notice of my worshipful
manoeuvre. This was the first time in my young life I did any foot worship
(I did not know it was that back then of course) of my daddy outside of our
home. This was new and Harrison's eyes drank in my growing skills in the
art.

I worked my small fingers all over the knot and got the laces undone on one
foot.  It was not easy but I began to yank the shoe free of daddy's
foot. His leg was crossed at the knee so one foot was flat to the office
carpet and the other, of course, dangled alluringly before me as I sat
there. It was a good angle to work at and with a bit of tugging, off the
show slipped. Clearing his meaty navy socked heel and then revealing the
rest of his elegant well-shaped foot. His gold-capped socked toes
immediately took to the airing and wiggled as they were freed from their
warm, tight shoe prison.

My face, up close and nearly on top of those toes....I smelled the air. It
filled the small space under the desk with his scent, my daddy's own great
leather musky socked foot smells. It had not even been a whole work day and
yet, his foot smelled perfect to me. I closed my little eyes and just
breathed....ahhhhh!

I looked and Harrison had stopped typing, he seemed to doing "something"
under his desk...crotch level...and his body was trembling...he never took
those searing spectacle covered eyes off me. I know now what he was
doing...I must have really been fun to watch as I worshipped daddy's office
socked foot. My curiosity over Harrison's crotch-work actually made me
tremble, I knew the pleasures that lived in a boy or man "down there" and I
even sensed Harrison eyes glaze over. NICE!

I enjoyed rubbing daddy's sleek foot, revelling in the lovely gold-capped
navy blue thin socks. I let my little hands begin the usual foot massage I
do loved doing to daddy but now in his office and with eagle-eyed Harrison
watching intently. The slightly sweaty nylon based fabric was warm and
silky as it slid beneath my soft fingertips.

But it was work and daddy was busy and files were needed and with no
warning, his foot jammed back into the shoe and he was off...but the smells
lingered like fine perfume upon my little hands. They found their way to my
nose and I drank in the delights for many minutes as Harrison continued
watching me. I am sure I was a very strange young person in his mind, but
one after his own heart I dare say!  We had lunch and daddy took the rest
of the afternoon off to walk around Boston with me and window shop. Holiday
windows in some stores were being revealed and I relished in all I saw. It
was getting late and we nearly finished and then...we sort of wandered down
a little side street.


Boston in those days before serious BRA plans eradicated many old and
quaint areas; it had a rather old world charm. The late 60's and early 70's
still had remnants of that charm.

The street we wandered down was a rather dreary side street off the main
shopping area and noted many signs that said, CLOSED and Condemned. This
street would soon get a makeover and never be the same. A few small shops
were having GOING OUT OF BUSINESS sales and those big signs covered all
front windows all up and down the little area.

Daddy lamented the loss of what he called, "city character." His navy suit
and jaunty style looked out of place on this rather seedy venue. His
reddish blonde hair all slicked back and that moustache looking very Clark
Gable-ish as we walked hand in hand. My little body lurking next to his as
we took in the end of an era.

The little old fashioned men's shop caught his eye and we moved to it. The
tell-tale "Closing Sale" plastered across the small plate glass front.
Inside, a dreary old front sales room crammed with suits, coats and some
various styles of men's shoes and amid it all...a very keen looking elderly
man. Thru the grimy glass pane, I saw daddy's blue eyes meet the eyes of
this man. I saw it. I had not seen a look like that before. I noted that it
looked like "need" or "hunger". It was the way I might look at an ice cream
cone on a hot beach in the summer. Daddy's hand grew hot in mine, he
squeezed my fingers. I know now, this was...deep arousal. I was seeing
daddy on the hunt...but I was still learning all the male to male signs
that were to become a language I too would know and love.

"Tony, let's go in. I might find something to buy." He said, raspy voiced
and not looking my way at all. I was pulled into this shop, not a shop my
daddy would go in, but today he did. And I was with him. I knew this was
more than a cheap suit or faux Italian loafers, this was something more. My
heart raced. I knew I was in for a voyeuristic treat. I inwardly prayed
daddy would get undressed and show off his socks and his noodle.

It was a clothing shop or tailor's shop of some sort...oh, my mind raced
and my own small socked feet felt all steamy. Maybe I too would get to take
off my shoes, maybe more...so much might happen. I might get naked, that
would be new. Daddy and son, naked in a shop. My mind just soared.

The man who obviously owned the small men's shop was an older, rather small
fellow in a suit and fussy coiffed grey hair (did I see a hairspray shine?)
and stood looking at us...very keenly! I held fast to daddy's moist hot
hand as we moved to the central part of the tiny dark old shop.

"I am Mr. Finestone and welcome to one of my last days in business after
over 40 years! All things end and my time is up, the City of Boston has
spoken." He said sagely as daddy nodded sadly back at him.

Mr. Finestone's small form stepped back, his hand swept inward in a
welcoming gesture. "Please, do come in...You caught me before I left for
today- maybe forever. Lucky you. Lucky me!"

The melodramatic tailor spoke in a slightly sugary tone and I felt a bit
like little Hansel in that old fairy tale. Could this be a gingerbread
house?

Daddy's near six-foot body seemed to tower over the petite tailor as he
stepped in and we stood by the old wooden counter and Mr. Finestone
promptly walked over, shut and secured the lock of the shop door. The
little bell tinkled as the door settled.

"You two will be my last and nearly final costumers. What a handsome little
boy. Do you like school?" He asked looking fondly down at me with
spectacled eyes gleaming.

I managed a short polite "yes" and just kept quaking inwardly. This
situation appealed to my young mind and made me feel almost faint. I was so
glad daddy had ventured into this old man's world, who knew what lay behind
the tatty curtain to the back room...I wanted daddy undressed and being
seen by this strange man. Would he touch my darling daddy's big
foreskin-clad noodle? It became a driving passion frothing away inside my
very soul!




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


www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/natural-noodle-and-the-local-lads/



Feel free to write me if you enjoyed this or have read my earlier
works. Thank you!

Tony aka wiseoldowl@gmx.com