Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2019 17:19:12 +0200 From: wise owl Subject: Watching Daddy (Part Nine) 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 all earlier parts before this section** Watching Daddy Part Nine: Taking a bath or shower with dad and sometimes mum, had been something I did not shy away from. It was a routine event when necessary and I had no shame about being naked in either of their presence. I was young and it had no overt sexual connotations. It was just naked and naked was natural and I liked natural. I liked seeing daddy and mum for that matter, natural and unashamed of themselves. That night after Mavis had left and daddy and I raced upstairs was a night for tub doubling and it made sense. Mum would be home in an hour or two and we needed to speed things up. She would have expected nothing less, a boys night, a joint tub. Dad overtook me in the upstairs hall and landed on his black socked feet first in the tiled bathroom. I ran after giggling. "You won. You cheated, you have big legs!" I laughed as daddy began to adjust the bathtub taps and begin to mix in some bubbles. I watched his robed back and long, hairy naked legs and those ever so sleek size 11 socked feet and sighed. I just loved him! I began to tug off my afternoon play clothes. My jeans, socks, sweater, and shirt...then I pulled free of my underpants. I stood naked and waiting. I tottered on the cold tile floor from one small foot to the other. "Hurry up, daddy! My feet are cold." I moaned and daddy increased the water flow into the tub. I moved up to his back side as he was bending forward, his round robe covered ass sticking out, I gave it a playful slap with my small hand. I can still feel how tight and firm his ass cheek was, so muscular from cycling, weekend footie and jogging. It felt like a rock of flesh to me at that stage of my life. "You rascal! Come here!" Daddy said in a quick voice and spun around grabbing my whole body and scooping me into the tub. I stood and did my usual jig, a jumping up and down routine. Both mum and dad knew it well. "Too hot, too hot!" I bellowed. My own miniature noodle bouncing like mad as I hopped about. "Settle down, it will be fine. You'll get used to it." Daddy assured me just like mum did. He stepped back as I stood facing him, the foamy water almost at my knees. He pulled free of his silky robe and stood in just those great shiny red underwear. I knew why Mavis had gone so potty about his looks; he did look just like an ad for good quality men's underwear. He had his contoured back to me as he pulled the bikini briefs down, off his fuzzy ass and down his long legs and over his socked feet. His meaty ass so round (now I can say-JUICY), and the crack so artful. And as he bent lower to pull free of the sweaty thin socks he'd had on all day I saw all the lovely curly reddish golden fur he cradled between those round globes of manly ass flesh. I could just about see his little pink hole; almost round with little puckered wrinkles... the hairy nest around it almost blocking my eagle-eyed view. The moist black thin socks and red underwear lay in a little heap on the tile floor, did I drool just a bit...for sniff? Oh, I dare say...YES! Dad turned and stepped into the tub, he towered over me. Six sleek feet of gently furry daddy dwarfing me...I diminutive, and hairless apart from my head and imp-like really as I stood like a statue waiting to sink into the sudsy waters. Daddy sat right down, he took the end with the rounded edge. I had the tap end! He looked up at me as his long legs moved down and past my feet. He waited and smiled. "It's fine, sit down and mind your head. No head bumps on the metal, got it?" he reminded me. And I obeyed. I sat between his big legs and bare feet and sat with my legs out straight. My wiggly pink toes just shy of his ball sack under the suds. Our bath pose! Dad's feet wiggled back at me in the suds playfully. "See, I told you. Now wash yourself. Do all your bits." Daddy said as per usual. I obeyed and scrubbed and soaped and lathered and rinsed. The washcloth was rubbed all over my face as daddy did his own hygiene routines. I half watched him work his long lustrous foreskin back and soap up his pink cock-knob; that mysterious little plumy delight that lived in its foreskin house. With the level of the bath, I could barely see his handy work. Tub time was always a talk time. If I was just watching daddy bathe or actually in the tub with him... we talked and bonded. Father and son time. I stopped my splashing about and asked daddy a rather direct question. "Daddy, what kind of key did Mavis have under her dress?" I asked. It had been on my mind and I recalled the strange events as daddy "dug" for the key and the smell...the oddly perfumed, sharp personal scent I smelled on his fingers after being "under and who knew where" behind the dress. Daddy lay back more relaxed and his big bare feet sort of twitched along my submerged sides. I could not see his naked noodle...it was under the foam...but I bet now as I reflect, I would not be shocked if it twitched too! "It's all kind of complicated, Tony. You'll understand it more as you get older." Daddy said, his wet reddish golden hair all slicked back and his blue eyes gazing thoughtfully my way. I grabbed his soapy smooth big toe on one foot; it filled my palm and I just held it. "Well, did you find a key? Was it there? I know that I looked up Mavis' dress when she sat like Auntie Rosie does sometimes and I did not see any key. I saw her lady parts but not any keys." I added with my own sense of truths. Daddy wiggled his big toe in my clutching fist and held tight. "Mavis, is lonely. I told you that. And when men and women get really lonely for friends, fiends who play with them in a special way, well, she wanted to be touched in a special adult way. I gave her a little touch." Daddy said, his eyes looking for my approval or further questioning. I was hungry for more detail. "Mummy likes being touched in special adult ways I bet, will Mavis and mummy play the key game?" I asked in a very innocent way. "Probably, some day. I bet Mavis and mummy might like playing that game. I will ask her about it. And Maybe we'll play a few times, and look for that missing key all together. But you, my inquisitive friend, must remember it's for adults and you are not invited. I am not being mean, just telling you the rules." Daddy said giving his toe a few good wiggles in my small fist. Now I asked another zinger. "Do all men and women have a key hidden or missing?" I asked boldly. Daddy sighed and laid his handsome head against the porcelain tub rim. "Yes, all humans have keys or special buttons that can be touched or looked for...it's part of life." Daddy said almost sagely. "Do you have a key missing or special buttons? Will mummy or Mavis or somebody else help you look for it?" I asked clutching that big warm toe. Daddy laughed deeply, his whole naked body shook delightfully as he took in my words. "Tony, I have keys or buttons, many of them all over my body. Most people do. And yes, I like to look for them, share them and mummy does and others have looked and will again. It's all part of life." He said carefully. "Where are they?" I asked. "Everywhere, all over, outside, inside...they are hidden all over your body." Daddy said winking at me. "Did Mavis like you finding her key? The smell, I smelled her I think." I ventured, reaching and putting little things together in my curious head. "Well, Tony, we did not have as much time as Mavis would have liked. Too many distractions today." He said with eyes moving up and away from mine. "Me? If I was not there, you would have played longer, until mummy came home? I said in a very matter of fact way still holding daddy's toe. "We might have, yes, we would have. I won't lie to you. We needed to be slower, less rushed, less...dressed. Mummy might have come home and played too. And the smell? I am shocked you could smell anything but you are so darn perceptive. It was her smell, Mavis very own." He said now closing his eyes. "Mummy has a smell, Auntie Rosie, you, even me...we all smell and different things smell certain ways. I like the smell of your feet. I like mine too. I like body smells." I said in an unabashed honest way that made daddy's eyes flutter open. "You are getting to be quite the scientist of human bodies. And that is fine. We each grow and change and become ourselves and it takes a long time. I am still learning myself. Even at my age!" Daddy said looking me right in my eyes. "Would you have been "Natural Noodle" for Mavis if I were not there?" I asked in my ever curious way. Daddy laughed richly. "You can bet on it. Mavis was very keen to have "Natural Noodle" alive and kicking." I smiled and knew so much more was involved in "adult times" and things were really getting interesting. I knew daddy was ripe to be "Natural Noodle" lots and lots...I just had to find ways and spy secretly as often as I could. And I inwardly pledged to do so. I offered a soulful thought next while still gripping daddy's beloved smooth big toe. "Play with Mavis again, soon. Let her see you as Natural Noodle." Daddy smiled. "You are all heart. Yes, I am sure mummy will want me to BUT you need to promise to play away that afternoon we invite her to visit. And maybe I can show mummy and Mavis a few "Natural Noodle" tricks, I am very talented." He was right about that. I was only just discovering the very scope of his many talents and loved the fact daddy shared so willingly with ALL! That was the way he was all his life. "Yippee! Mavis and mummy will love it." I said cheering him on and knowing all the while, the little cellar door where they used to deliver coal years before still was there in a far corner of the dark basement, easy to unhook and better yet...a way to sneak in and see my beloved "Natural Noodle's" tricks from a safe, secret hiding place. I was so ready! Daddy stood up- his toe escaping my grip, water cascading off his tall muscular form. I looked up, enjoyed, no... I marvelled. His gently furry body wet and slick and still soapy...his beloved man-noodle hanging like art in a museum all encased in a silky layer of soft, elegant foreskin. His now damp pubic mound, so colourful and perfectly rusty golden in the light of the ceiling fixture bulb. My pale and hairless (apart from the brown mop of hair on my head) form joined him and we grappled for soft towels on nearby rails. We dried off, drained the tub. Daddy had a long pee which I observed (the whole routine of rolling back the foreskin-fascinating) in my scientific way and then I followed with a dribbled stream of my own. The golden liquids melding together in the white bowl to create a rather potent smell. Another smell I knew and responded to. I was ready to lie down and hear another tale from daddy's olden day's time. I was snug in my PJ's and daddy was wrapped in that silky robe as he tucked me in. As dad made himself cosy above my covers and leaned on one strong arm facing me...I smiled. "I want to know everything, every little thing about you, "Natural Noodle" and keys and buttons. Tell me all of it." I said looking right at his handsome face. He shook his head with a smile that made his moustache twitch, honest and open daddy. "So much, you have years to hear it all and some of it is best left until you are older. And know more about keys and buttons, your own in particular. And in time, you'll find yours and explore them by yourself and with others. I can tell...you will do lots of that. I can see it in your eyes!" he said giving my nose a playful squeeze. I knew I'd find my own keys. I began to think that daddy and his being naked was a kind of special key for me, his feet and socks, too...but I kept that thought private for that moment. I did my usual playful act of grabbing at his robe belt and pulling the knot free. His robe fell open a little...but just enough. I saw my lovely noodle. How I hoped back then mine would be as wonderful as his was at that moment in the years to come! How I loved to just look at dad's very own masterpiece. It lay, all nuzzled up, wrapped in its foreskin sheath against the fuzzy pillow sack it lived with. All that curly golden rusty hair all swirling around it like an angel's halo. Art and beauty and all so very much my daddy! "Tell me another "Natural Noodle" story from your long ago, when you were like me and growing up. I love those. Tell me one with a key, one of your keys." I begged as I lay looking at daddy, all of him. "I have so many of these old stories about me. I was a lot like you in a way, very curious and wanting to know it all, I thought about things like being Natural Noodle and showing off. I was always in situations like that, alone and with others. It is very normal as you grow up to find yourself exploring. I did it lots. I took some risks I am not proud of. It was a long time ago, things were different. I am not ashamed and you should never be either. Your Auntie Rosie and I were wild and free, crazy and naughty...just like we are now! She and I have not changed really." Daddy hooted with laughter. I knew that was true. Anytime my auntie came by either alone or with various men friends, there was always crazy fun and lots of "adult time". I just needed to spy on that now. I knew it. And I did it lots...in the years to come. Daddy looked off into the room. "Your auntie, well, being my only sister, older, bossy as could be, much bigger and more aware of things, well...she liked to find my keys or buttons and I think that helped her find her own. I liked it and did not find her games or "off the cuff" dares the least bit hard to handle. She and her friends were like a troop of body explorers and I was their uncharted waters. I loved being so on display, so alive. I was always very popular with her and her buddies, both the boys and girls. I was everybody's "Natural Noodle"! I was well liked by those around my age and those who were older, too!" Daddy said smiling and nodding his handsome face. I smiled too. I knew it. I knew everybody loved daddy and daddy's noodle...he was just that kind of guy! Based on the fact daddy's life stories really stand on their own, I will only share a fraction of them here on this thread. His growing up years were in a very different time (1930's and 40's) and in another country. He was a wild child and so was his big sister Rosie, my auntie. They had precious little parental support or guidance from their absent dad. I will share some of these tales as part of "Watching Daddy", but the rest will be posted in time in another thread in the bisexual section under adult-youth since daddy's tales span his whole time growing up and involve how he related to his peers and also older acquaintances he met along the way to becoming the daddy I came to know and love so deeply. Daddy tipped his face to me, his blue eyes catching my dim night light and looking very blue. "Olden days, so many adventures, well, let's go back to the old barn. Lots and lots happened in that old barn. I was just a few years older than you and not very tall yet compared to the other guys in my year group at school. But I had a bold brassy spirit and lots of confidence. Lots!" Daddy offered. "You were a lot less hairy except for your gingery haired head, smooth and sleek and you were natural noodle! Just like a super hero! But naked!" I said almost in a rehearsed fashion, I knew the ropes of these beloved tales of old. "Almost like you, very sleek. Leggy and limber! I loved to be natural and free. And I did it all the time, anytime, in front of everybody, anybody...well, almost! And after that time Bossy Rosie and her best mate, both about 5 years older than me, found me naked and watched me goof around...well, a few days later the best mate came back...Gail. Her name was Gail. I just remembered. And Bossy Rosie did not come that time, no. She must have been kept late after school. She was so naughty! I was there as usual and alone, my books from school still in my hand, my school outfit on... as I shut the old wooden barn door to my special place to be free. Then I heard knocking, lots of it. I pulled the rusty hinge and the door swung open to reveal, Gail and a tall thin boy, older like she was. I'd seen him before at school in one of the upper classes and he was so tall compared to me. I can't remember his name. But I'll call him, Hungry Eyes. He looked at me like the Big Bad Wolf and I was a little pig. Gail and Hungry Eyes pushed the door wide. I stepped back in my leather laced, rather scuffed best shoes. Big mouth Gail spoke to me. "You just got here, you still have your books and you're still dressed in those clothes. Reggie gets naked. Every day, well that's what Rosie says and I saw it once myself." She offered to Hungry Eyes who also pushed in and looked at me very closely, those eyes moving up me from my shoes to my tousled reddish gold hair. I spoke up and pointed my nose at them. "Yeah, so what? You scared of me? You wanna see more?" I said bold as brass, tossing my homework books into a heap on the dusty wood floor by the door. Hungry Eyes smiled, he was a bit ugly to look at. Not sure why, just not very pleasant. "Rosie said you like to show off. So, show off you measly squirt. Gail and I wanna see. Get naked, go on...Reggie!" He sort of growled at me and said my name in a smarmy way. I really felt like a little pig then. But I was Natural Noodle. I was like a super hero, just like you said and I made myself feel big, bigger than they were." I offered a supportive toss in. "You were a super hero and I hope you beat up Hungry Eyes. He sounded mean!" Daddy continued. "No, I did not beat up Hungry Eyes, I know now he was just curious as was Gail. They just wanted to know things, see and experience the wonders of the human body. Plus he was almost five years older than me and much bigger- I was not going to fight him! And honestly, they came to see me; it was a treat! They came to challenge me. They came to explore me; to do what was best done in my old barn. Just like I told you, all very innocent and highly exciting. But Hungry Eyes still acted like the Big Bad Wolf. He needed to play the rough tough guy, a bully. It was just an act. That was his way. So I knew I had to put on a show and that's just what I did. "Natural Noodle" saves the day! It felt strange, they being the older ones at school but I kept thinking they came to see me...me! I am the special one, I have power!" Daddy paused and looked far away. I jumped in. "You were a super power and still are, like with Mavis today. They come to see you. I like that! It makes me feel all electric inside my tummy." I wiggled around and reached out and stroked dad's chest and felt the hairs around one nipple. The slightly open robe allowed dad's chest as well as his man-noodle to be seen and marvelled at! Daddy giggled, "You are tickling me. I think Mavis tickled my chest enough for one day!" He carried on after I promised to put my hand back under the covers. "Well, I stood there in my woollen grey knee socks, brown leather lace-up second-hand best shoes and short trousers that came to just about my knee tops. My sweater vest and long sleeve shirt. I looked ready for a lesson in arithmetic not "Natural Noodle" time. Plus I was the teacher in the old barn that day; they were there to learn all they could about anatomy...mine!" I blurted out quickly, "Daddy, what's anatomy?" Dad smiled, "The human body and how it's put together and how it all works...more or less." Daddy soldiered on. "Well, Gail, so very bossy like Rosie, said, "Are you getting naked yet? We don't have all afternoon!" "Sure. I do all the time. It's no big deal." I said. They were both very sure it was a big deal. I moved to my little swept up and cleaned of sharp bits corner where a broken stool stood and I used it as a clothing place. It kept my school clothes from being too soiled. They followed closely after Hungry Eyes really made sure the old barn door was fastened shut again. I turned and faced them; they were only about a foot away. I began by yanking my knitted sweater vest up and over my head. It caught on my ears and I got lost in it. "Here, Reggie let me help you or we'll never see anything." Hungry Eyes said. Mind you, he was taller than I by about 6 or 7 inches or more. Hungry Eyes moved to me as I heard his clunky footsteps, I could not see him since I was lost inside my knitted vest but I next felt his long sharp finger-nailed hands grab at me roughly. He managed the woollen vest over my head in a flash and tossed it on the stool in a heap. I stood in my dress shirt, short trousers, long woolly socks and shoes. The next bit of fun was a race game Gail thought up. "You do his shoes and socks, I'll do his button shirt, winner does his pants and underwear, ready go." She hollered and both came at me. The force was staggering and their hands were lethal. My school clothing stood no chance; it was "Natural Noodle" time for sure. Thank goodness I was happy about it and was thrilled to be sharing my favourite pastime with two new admirers who were so keen to see the natural me in all my glory!" As I lay there in bed that night, I drank in every word daddy spoke. It was like poetry for me. As soon as I could, I began to keep handwritten journals made of stapled together notebook paper and stored them in a cardboard box in my closet. I wrote down every memory dad shared from his younger days as well as all my own daddy experiments and voyeur notes. I also kept various daddy souvenirs there for my own enjoyment. The box grew full as I grew up, full of my notes on daddy and full of tasty mementoes. The electric feeling in my tummy was like a hundred caterpillars crawling around and tickling my insides. And as I thought about loud mouthed Gail and long fingered Hungry Eyes, being five years older and so bossy...having my young & just growing up daddy all alone in the legendary old barn that day after school, well, it made me giddy and lightheaded. I could see daddy as he was, shorter, younger...more like me at that very moment and it was thrilling. Like taking a ride on a glider and I was soaring to heights far beyond the walls of my old bedroom...I was rocketing into outer space! And knowing, just some of this tale from before when daddy had told me, I knew where it was going, it was going...all Natural Noodle...OH YES! 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