Date: Wed, 3 Jul 2019 16:52:01 +0200 From: wise owl Subject: Watching Daddy (part five) 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! **Please read part one before this section** Watching Daddy Part Five: My darling daddy, so handsome and good natured. He'd not fuss that I had tussled with his robe belt. My non-sexual playful ways were not scolded and I just knew I was safe and loved. I loved it when he sat down on my bed and shared a story of life when he was young and Rosie and he were free spirits. I had seen photos and could picture dad back then very clearly. Dad, youthful and alive with smiles and glee. Sinewy and leggy, nature boy...much like a Tarzan and Rosie a lusty, gusty dark haired Jane. Dad's reddish golden hair almost visible in black and white shots...well, at least to me. His hair wild, full and lush. Just a golden youth alive and free, long before the work world caught him and tamed him into a form of acceptable submission. Dad would sit; his robe still askew thanks to my wilful hands and I'd lay back on my pillow and just listen to his memories. I'd look up at his blue eyes and cute moustache as he conveyed yet another Rosie and Reggie tale of old. I'd also gaze at the slightly open folds of his robe with pride and see my dad's natural state and relish at his pure manly unashamed ways. His rusty tinted furry muscled legs now up upon my bed, fully exposed, one bent at the knee...glorious sculptured bare feet together, twitching slightly as he spoke. I loved to just look...the voyeur was being fed. I adored the way, in dad's younger days, Rosie manipulated him like the bossy big sister she was. Dad's parental situation was gloomy and he lost his mum very early on. His dad absent much and not very good at being dad...Rosie took it all on. And so I understood much, even when I was young, about Rosie and daddy. I saw it still whenever Auntie Rosie came to visit. But when they were both much younger and at school, they had so much freedom and roamed and dallied all over the English countryside. I loved so many of his memories but I had a few I found exhilaratingly wonderful. I can recall saying, "Tell me about the old barn, daddy!" Dad would laugh and his strong, gingery haired exposed chest would heave and shine in the lamp light as the robe hardly could contain him. "You have heard that tale 100 times. Are you sure?" Daddy would ask. "I love it. It's so funny and naked." I'd say as I giggled...I knew it by heart but always played dumb. "Funny and naked. You make it sound rather silly, it was Rosie being bossy and me being a show-off. And all in good fun. You know Rosie called me, Natural Noodle. I loved to be free and just, well, natural." Daddy explained for the umpteenth time. I just drank it. Rosie still called him her "Natural Noodle" when she wanted to be funny. I loved her bold and brassy ways. All of dad's bedtime tales from his younger days were completely innocent, non-sexual but exuberantly joyful in their natural unabashed way of dad being dad and Rosie being bossy! I delighted in every little detail...the nitty-gritty of it all! I hung on every word, I wanted to see it all in my mind! "The old barn, now you know we often went there. Nobody seemed to own it, off in a field and far from the other houses in our village. I was a skilled gymnastics lover then. Did lots at school. I was not the tallest but I could more than the others in my level. I'd sneak off to the old barn and use the space to practise for sports days and athletic events." Dad would say proudly. "You played soccer, football as you called it and you swam. Plus you cycled to classes every day. You were very sporty. You won prizes at school." I'd say proudly. "Yes, a few. I tried hard. Some bigger fellows always pushed me around; I was better, faster and fitter. They envied me. Always did. I have plenty of stories about them for another time. Anyway I made my way to the barn alone and walked. Too short a journey to use my bike. I got there and shut the old wooden door and made a place safe enough to work on my tumbles, rolls and various moves I had to be good at plus a general workout for my body. I even had a rope from the rafters to climb and swing on." Daddy would say. "Then you'd get naked." I'd say with a big grin. Dad smiled and nodded as he recalled it. "I'd finish moving any broken glass or wooden shards out of my way and find a nook and strip off, completely. I have no idea why. I loved the place and it said "be naked". I'd leave my clothes in a pile, even my shoes and long woollen type socks we wore back then. I loved the feel of the last of the hay bits all over the old wooden floor. It was dirty. I had to wash my feet before going home in a rain filled bucket out behind it. My bare feet slapped against the wood and straw fragments tickled my very sensitive toes. I romped and climbed and swung from the old rope I'd secured to a rafter above. I was a strong monkey and could do that like a pro and then I'd do some tumbles and rolls. Naked me, all my bits swinging, my bare arse (dad had a great accent) glinting in the daylight, acting like it was my personal nudist gymnasium. Then, the door squeaked open one lovely day. The shaft of light scared me witless. I hid in the old horse stall. Not of bodily shame, thought the barn owner might be mad at a trespasser. My bossy big sister (I would shout "ROSIE") and her best mate, from down the road. Both five years older than me and both always wanting to boss me about. They shut the door. A bossy voice called out. "Reg, we saw you. Come out. We know you are naked." The friend added, "We can see your clothes over there. So come out now!" I stayed put. But then I thought, why? I have nothing to hide. So I marched out and stood there in the light from the aging, broken roof. "Hi!" I said bold and full vim. They both gawked like statues. They could not stop looking me over. "Your feet will get dirty!" Bossy Rosie scolded. "So." I grabbed my rope and swung away. My proud arse in their faces. I was very cheeky! I swung back toward them, legs wide, feet bare. No shame. Natural Noodle, that's me. "You'll be spanked for this, you will." The mate of my sister scolded but did not move away as my bold moist feet nearly touched her proud nose. "Daddy don't care. I'd have to spank him and I just might!" Rosie said like a boss. "No, you won't Bossy Boots. I can do what I want and do this all the time." I shouted as I swung back. They stood watching me swing. I jumped off and climbed up the old stall and sat on the timber along it. My long, skinny legs dangling. "It's naughty to do that. Be naked." The mate said in a schoolmarm tone. "I like it. And do it all the time." I said smiling. "Your thing will fall off." She scolded; Rosie's friend was a bit silly. Rosie laughed. She never lied about body things. "No, his noodle won't fall off. I call him, Natural Noodle, did I ever tell you?" She cackled. Rosie's mate just laughed and giggled. "Let it fall off, I'll grow another. Like a worm grows more if you cut off its back end." I said. I laughed and threw straw at them from an old pile nearby." Daddy sat on my bed laughing with me. I loved this tale. "Daddy, they were silly to be there and bothering you while you were practising. Why did Rosie come and bring that friend of hers?" I asked in a sombre tone. "Rosie knew what I got up to. You know she liked to spy. Just like you!" Daddy said grabby my nose in little pinch. "I don't spy." I lied and tried to act all innocent. Daddy did not pursue that topic then. I felt my budding voyeuristic ways were safe for now and still secret. "What happened next?" I asked but already knew. Daddy continued. "They did not budge. Obviously they liked watching. And I loved being seen. I was such a show off, still am I bet! They were amazed, curious, and wanted to know more. I was very athletic, you know! "Come here." My big sister said. I jumped down and walked over, stood with legs apart, bare feet flat and hands on hips. I was bold and brash. Nothing hid. Natural Noodle was I! They stood close to me, just in front. Eyes down and up and all over me. I did not flinch, I was so proud of my body. Deep concentration and true awe in the expressions I read as they looked. "I've not seen one so close up. I think it's gross." Rosie's buddy said, gaping at me. At that I waggled my hips and my "noodle" bounced and danced a bit for them. They laughed and almost screeched. Rosie said in her brassy, sassy way, "I see it lots. He's Natural Noodle!" I felt great. All done with fun and laughter." I giggled and applauded. I loved the way he told that natural tale of his life. "Did they stay or come back? You were not so hairy back then, around your noodle?" I asked keenly, I loved to ask doubled up questions. I did not call the penis a "noodle" normally, just when we talked about Rosie. "You know they did. Big bossy Rosie always had a reason to catch me in the barn being natural. And no, my noodle, as you just called it, did not have all the hair...just sort of fuzzy really." Daddy said rising up off the bed, belting his robe and moving toward my door. "Tell me more, please. Tell me about the time they tickled your feet. Please." I begged. I can recall mum now pushing my door open, gently scolding daddy for keeping me awake but smiling all the same. Mum dressed only in silken matching robe to match dad's now. "He was going to tell the foot tickle story from the old days." I begged. Mum was firm and gave daddy a big kiss. "Tony, it's adult time now. You are not required. Sleep, now!" She said with a kiss to my forehead. Dad smiled and wrapped his strong arm around mum's waist and together they left me in my dimly lit room, the door ajar. Daddy, my prince charming, soldiering off to lands and tasks unknown to me was moving away with mum down the hall. I lay awake and listened. Night noises lulled me to sleep. The sound of more water running though the pipes, the distant faint chatter of the TV and clattering of dishes being put away all were known by me. I'd awake an hour or so later, the hall light off and my room dark and quiet. New strange noises came now, not every night, but often and unfamiliar back then in my incoherent state. Not loud noises, very soft and yet intriguing. Curiosity in me grew and my mind raced. I thought I knew everything about my home and parents...I was a devil and always one step ahead or so I thought. I knew the noises I heard came from the partly shut master bedroom door...the devil in me needed to know all. The need to explore these strange night noises eventually became an obsession with me. More of that inner voyeur coming to life and being nurtured, so I suppose now as I look back. Voyeurs not only watch but they listen. It's all part of the same phenomenon. It's all part of me. And watching daddy! I loved all dad told me about his past and today I think back to all he said and marvel at his candour and honesty. Much more to come in each new chapter of this life saga! Feel free to write me if you enjoyed this or have read my earlier works. Thank you! Tony aka wiseoldowl@gmx.com