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Subject: Watching Daddy (part twenty-four) 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 gmx Please give to Nifty, your support keeps it going! My daddy's early years growing up can be read fty//bisexual/incest/natural-noodle-and-friends Watching Daddy Part Twenty-Four: There I stood, hardly 4 feet tall, if that and shaking like a leaf. My socks sodden with boy sweat and anticipation. I knew I was seeing a sacred if not taboo act, the first of countless many daddy did before me- with or without his knowledge of my voyeurism and I just drooled like a fiend as I watched thru the holes in the old curtain! Arse eating was not anything my young mind imagined. I liked my own tight little hairless hole...my finger had explored my pert boy arse many times. But too eat an arse with ones mouth like a succulent, juicy plum...well, that was new! My hands now invaded my trousers, my fly open and my little hand rubbing my *quot;boy bone*quot; and feeling it throb. The feeling of that hard flesh inside my own undies made me rock on my toes back and forth. I feared falling thru the curtain. And then, I feared it not. I actually wanted to go in...I wanted to see up close the old man's tongue lapping at daddy's perfect furry man-hole. That little mystery area I so loved to get glimpses of anytime I could! Even more so, I wanted that old man to lick my arse too! Yes, I had no idea why...but I wanted to let him snuffle and saturate my small- tight pink hole with his spittle. The craving I felt came from nowhere, I just wanted it. If daddy could have his arse licked, I could! And then the action grew even more wild! Daddy stood, tall and commanding. His large throbbing noodle, hard as I'd ever seen reflected its glory in the mirror. The wet drips of pre-cum dribbled down that mighty uncut shaft. The bright purple-red knob all slick and glowing in the light of the room...I could see his eyes, those blue eyes were so alive! *quot;Get up; get that frigging stool over there! I wanna lay back!*quot; Daddy's deeply rich voice huskily announced. The old man tumbled if not fell toward the little stool with a leather top seat. The thing looked sturdy enough and would hold daddy. It was good enough to sit or stand on with 4 legs. The stool was placed at daddy's socked toes and he mounted it. He lay back, facing into the room, his socked feet held high for me to gaze at...he spread his arse wide to reveal all those golden rusty pubic hairs covering his sweet hole. The old man was drooling with lust! He greedily knelt and worshipped the arse crack that now lay waiting, wet and ready! Oh, my body craved to licking his crack with this old man! I wanted to give and take...I had no idea why, but my body craved it all! I looked at daddy's sweaty socked feet...those imprints of sweat almost making his fleshy toes show thru the thin material, I swooned as I saw his feet wave and tremble above him- his big elegant toes curling with delight as the slurping carried on. My little stiff cock, my noodle...jerked and heaved in my hand. My head swam. My heart thudded and made me think...I am dying! Was I? The sound of fevered licks and the old grey head bobbing up and down on his arse hole; well, it made me crazy! I felt like the room was spinning and I falling, falling. I lost track of the hole I was peeping thru...the curtain seemed to go all blurry. My small hand gyrated all over my swollen cock and now it was exposed and anyone walking by would see little me...jacking off...and wobbling around like I was drunk. This incredible feeling of my pulsating boy-flesh in my hand was all powerful- fully consuming and each stroke or fondle sent waves from my head to toes. I was truly drunk on my daddy's body and my own response to it! The sound of a fleshy thwap, thwap, thwap...was daddy jerking his own cock's ample foreskin with his big hand- it stood over the bobbing grey head like totem pole of raw skin, the swollen purple-reddish cock-knob oozing with clear liquids as he revealed it over and over again with each tug on his skin! His uncut throbbing noodle...and then...the almighty roar. My own, my daddy's...together. One voice, one volcanic orgasm! My first truly big one...totally dry of course, but full and riveting, my entire small sweaty body pounded with waves of spasms. The sound of my cry and falling down made all action in the fitting room go silent. I lay on the carpet, my fly open, my little stiff noodle throbbing in my hand. I was on my back...exposed! I could not move. I shook all over. The curtain swished open. Daddy stood above me, in just his tight underwear now and those blue OTC gold-toe socks. A huge log of flesh hidden inside and the tailor behind him. I was blurry eyed and crying. I did not try to hide my naked little noodle. Daddy scooped me up in his arms; his sweaty chest smelling all manly cradled me as I moved into it. I was pushed into his body, shielding me from the tailor's prying eyes. I have no idea if he saw my naked boyhood. I don't care. Daddy did. He fawned over me, whispered in my ear and soothed me. We were both feverish and I half delirious. I recall very little apart from being carried away. My trousers all refastened. I never did get the tailor's socks! Damn! BUT...I still wanted my daddy's! I was re-dressed and being carried down the Boston street on this later afternoon. I felt a bit silly. *quot;Daddy, I can walk. I am ok.*quot; I said in his ear. He placed me on my feet on the sidewalk and I grabbed his big hand. I felt all wobbly. I was exhausted from the orgasm, it may have been dry but it was shattering for little me. I had a feeling daddy was tired too. *quot;Tony, we need to talk. I need to know what happened in there.*quot; He said looking down at me and his smile warmed my heart. I loved the way his moustache twitched. *quot;Oh, nothing, I just was playing.*quot; I said. I was embarrassed all of a sudden. *quot;Masturbating, playing with your noodle?*quot; He asked quietly as we walked. *quot;Daddy...oh, yes!*quot; I said rather glumly. *quot;Were you watching me and that man?*quot; He asked. I did not answer. I began to tremble and shake. I felt weak. *quot;Oh, Tony. You need to rest. We'll drive over to Harrison's. I'll phone him at this payphone over here. You need a night with me alone, mum need never know all this. OK?*quot; He asked reaching for spare change in his pocket. *quot;Yes, daddy.*quot; I agreed. Daddy made a rather hushed call. Harrison had just arrived home and was more than happy to have daddy drop by. I doubt he was thrilled I was coming too. But I knew Harrison would find out what I had done and about what I had seen. Harrison managed to know all about my life and daddy's. The man was part of me and I had to accept it and fully embrace it. I had no idea how much embracing I'd have to do over the next years to come! We walked to where daddy parked in Boston when he worked and we drove to a nearby suburban area where Harrison had a small but tasteful home. It had all the rooms on one floor and a den of sorts in the lower basement area. He had two large bedrooms, a living room and a bit eat-in kitchen. A nice lawn lay out back as well. The look of distaste could not be hidden from me as he let us in his front door. His sour look was obvious. He wanted daddy and not me! *quot;He had to come, I need time alone. I'll explain it later.*quot; Daddy said walking in and knowing the house as if we lived in it! I knew then that daddy and Harrison spent time there, lots! Daddy slipped off his suit coat and tossed it aside. Harrison was already dressed in casual clothes, jeans, rather nice brown socks and a kaynarca escort pattern shirt. He pranced about making daddy a drink at the bar on the far wall of the living room. Daddy undid my outer clothing and pulled my school shoes off my feet and plopped me in a big chair. My socked feet still in those lovely solid OTC blue socks were sweaty from my overly sexual day and the air felt glorious as it hit the thin fabric. I wanted to sniff them, I loved my own smells. But I would wait until later. Daddy, too freed himself of his shoes and moved about on those delicious socks of his. The house was all carpeted and felt rather nice underfoot. Daddy excused himself to go and call mum in the bedroom and left me alone with Harrison. Harrison moved over to me, his lanky self loomed high. *quot;You want a drink? A cola?*quot; He asked almost politely. I nodded yes and he poured me one with ice. I felt a bit more welcome now. I drank it with pleasure. Harrison move to me and knelt by my chair, just close to my socked toes. His angular face, spectacle covered eyes and balding head always gave him a slightly villainous look. *quot;So, what gives Tony? What did you and daddy do after you left the office today? Must have been a real hum-dinger if he needs a night here. Tony, tell me!*quot; he said almost in a demanding tone. *quot;No, I can't. It's private.*quot; I said sipping my drink with unsteady hands. *quot;Private? Your daddy and I have no secrets. NONE! I'll get it out of him...trust me.*quot; Harrison said smiling at me. *quot;Or, you could tell me now. Are you ticklish?*quot; He asked. *quot;You know lots about me. Time I found out more about you.*quot; He said grabbing my socked foot nearest him. I nearly dropped my drink but actually was thrilled by this unusual attention. Did Harrison actually like me? Did he want to play my brand of games with me? I had begun to toy with him in NYC...was it carrying on? His fingers massaged my foot, his face moved close to my socked foot. He breathed in deeply. *quot;Mmm, so smelly but nice. Tender Tony foot...is it tickly too?*quot; He said slyly. I let him try...I was not overly ticklish. But I let him think I was. I was young, but not dumb...he wanted me to be a giggly. So I played along. I laughed a bit. *quot;Oh, stop.*quot; I said as if I really wanted him to. *quot;So, tell me. What did you and daddy do?*quot; He asked still massaging my socked foot. It actually felt so relaxing. My eyes wanted to close. *quot;OK, but you promise, don't laugh.*quot; I said very seriously. He nodded and carried on rubbing my foot. *quot;Daddy went to an old run down tailor shop, down a side street.*quot; I began. Harrison made a whoop. *quot;That old queen's shop. *quot;Blow me Bob*quot; we call him.*quot; He looked red faced. *quot;Tony, I mean...um...forget I said that.*quot; He gabbled. I guessed *quot;blow me*quot; was what daddy had enjoyed in the backroom. *quot;Yes, and they did stuff. I saw them. And....and...I passed out sort of.*quot; I said coyly. *quot;Really, my oh, my. Young you are but innocent no more.*quot; He said smiling at me and rubbing my foot. *quot;So what did old Mr. Finestone get up to with daddy? Details Tony, tell me.*quot; He said. *quot;Well, they played a game and daddy, well, he got his arse licked.*quot; I said as sweetly as I could. *quot;Mother of God! You saw that? Hell! I better wash your eyes out.*quot; He said with a huge grin. Daddy walked in as Harrison let that comment fly and looked a bit sober. *quot;Harrison, it's no joke. Tony was peeping and he does it and I know and this time, he saw too much.*quot; Daddy said walking to me. Harrison did not stop rubbing my foot. *quot;Reggie, I was not born yesterday and neither was Tony, well, not yesterday anyway. And he was bound to see things. Living with you, hell, he'll see much more!*quot; Harrison said wryly. Daddy grimaced. *quot;Tony, do you want to ask me anything?*quot; *quot;I really don't think I have any questions but I hope you're not mad at me.*quot; I asked reaching for a place to put my finished soda. *quot;Mad? No! But you see why mum need not know all this. Harrison is OK to talk to, but not mummy. She does not need all this information now while she is trying to have a little brother or sister for you.*quot; Daddy said now holding my chin in his big hand. I nodded. We had a deal. *quot;Sounded like a whale of a good time, Reg!*quot; Harrison chortled. *quot;Lay off. We'll talk later.*quot; Daddy said giving Harrison a look of master-slave. And daddy was master today! We had a take-out meal that night. Pizza arrived. We ate, TV was watched with my eyes on daddy's socked feet (Harrison too eyed those prized feet as well) and then I was carried to the guest room by daddy. Harrison ran a bath...daddy began to gently remove my clothing. My sweaty socks were pulled from my small feet. *quot;Daddy, I am so tired. Do I have to take a bath?*quot; I said with eyes half shut. *quot;Yes, it's been a long day. I'll bathe with you, OK?*quot; And this he said almost in a tiny voice. *quot;Really? OK. What about Harrison?*quot; I asked as I sat up allowing my clothes to come off easily. *quot;He won't fit, the tub is not that big.*quot; Daddy chuckled. But...I knew he'd be around...he'd watch us! And I was right. The days of keeping Harrison behind a closed door were over. Daddy offered. *quot;We're all boys here. No need to be shy.*quot; And I knew what that meant! I had no clean undies or socks. Daddy had a set or two of most things at Harrison's house for himself. Mine had to be washed. Harrison pranced into the guest room. *quot;If you give me his underwear, socks and shirt, I can throw in the washer and dryer now. Will be quick, hand them here.*quot; He said as his thin hands stretched out. Daddy handed over my socks and shirt; I had only my white fruit of the looms on. *quot;Come on Tony, I want those.*quot; Harrison said. I stood on the bed and pulled them off. My flaccid small cut noodle and tight sac exposed as well as my arse. I was nude. Harrison gazed at me. I felt it. Daddy looked proudly at me. *quot;Tony, you are a real character but damn cute!*quot; Harrison chided. I took it as a compliment. My undies joined the rest of my things in Harrison's hand. I knew...truly knew, when he slipped away into the kitchen to launder my things, he'd sniff them! He was just like me! He'd sniff and nuzzle my underwear crotch and socks...I would if I were him and I knew this. Even at that age! And I loved it! I was guided off to the bathroom in the hall, naked as could be. Daddy began to strip. I made my move. *quot;Daddy, I want those socks.*quot; I said watching him pull off his shirt. *quot;What? Why?*quot; Daddy almost spluttered. *quot;As a memory of today.*quot; I said truly and honestly. *quot;By God, you aren't serious?*quot; He said turning my way. *quot;I like socks BUT I like your socks best. May I have them?*quot; I said moving into the bathroom on my small bare feet. *quot;No living person would understand you, apart from me, maybe Harrison, you are a one off! Sure, honey, you can have them. Shall I have Harrison wash them?*quot; He asked sitting on the closed toilet bowl and gently pulling each gold-toe sock free from his big sculptured feet. *quot;Nah, I like them, all smelly!*quot; I said grabbing them from his big hand. *quot;Flipping heck! Don't tell your mum that either. She'll have you in therapy!*quot; He laughed and kissed my forehead gently. I pushed the warm balled up sock-pile of nylon cotton fabric to my nose. It filled my sinus with his scents of a day of manly events. A day of orgasmic explosive events! And daddy watched. I let him see this fetish side just as Harrison had. And daddy just smiled. I placed my treasure on the bathroom floor in the corner. I was pleased daddy had not refused my request. But I was keeping this all from mummy and that was the least he could do for me! He stood, pulled free of his remaining clothes and moved to the tub, naked. Together we stepped into the bath. Bubbles, so typical Harrison, filled the tub. Hot as hell! I nearly screamed in pain with the heat on my lower legs. orhanlı escort *quot;This is a Kodak moment, look at this.*quot; Harrison said standing in the slightly open bathroom door watching us ease ourselves into his bathtub. Our naked bodies descending inch by inch into the bubbles...his eyes drinking us in, father and son, big and little! And, I can say, I liked the fact he saw us! Daddy and me, naked and together. Harrison, creepy as could be sometimes, but he knew me now, knew daddy and I had to let him in. All the way in! I watched daddy as he washed, I played at washing myself but I was exhausted by the day. Daddy's noodle lay in the midst of bubbles; I considered all I saw that day. The pleasure he derived from his manhood and his arse. I, too had a new appreciation for what my hand could accomplish on my own noodle. The orgasmic rush was truly huge for me. Small attempts at achieving this pleasure I had tried but today I truly knew that I too could explode all over. And someday fluids would come out of my noodle and that I knew as well from watching my daddy. It was all part of the mysteries of manhood! Harrison moved to the middle of the floor, his body over us, watching us. He spoke very little, just watched. Daddy cleaned his noodle, pulling back the skin, exposing the knob...a pleasure button for sure based on what I was now privy to. The ample skin, so fluid and soft, flowed over- back and forth as he washed and worked his fingers inside-one hand stroking, one doing the washing. Daddy needed total cleaning; it had been in the tailor's mouth. And soon, I reckoned, would be in Harrison's grinning mouth...did I see him drooling as daddy washed. I bet he was! Harrison watched daddy and then me for a bit longer. Suddenly then he vanished and returned with a big t-shirt of his. It said *quot;Palm Beach*quot; on the front and had a big palm tree. *quot;This, Tony dear, is your nightshirt! It will cover you, mostly. OK? And I have a spare toothbrush for you, too.*quot; Harrison said laying the t-shirt on the closed lid of the toilet and grabbing a toothbrush for the cabinet over the sink. *quot;Thanks, Harrison. Those will be helpful to get my boy thru the night. Maybe we should get you some spare clothes to keep here. I bet Harrison would not mind. We might crash here from time to time, us boys!*quot; Daddy said standing up, water and suds dripping from his six foot body. Those toned legs rising up to support an even more shapely middle! *quot;Why not? He might as well join the club here. Boys only!*quot; He giggled and handed daddy a towel. His hungry eyes drinking daddy in, every inch! In my heart, I knew that daddy would sneak off to Harrison's bedroom that night-both men had that look- a wanting, craving look in the eyes. And I knew I'd watch them...somehow! I stood and joined daddy, naked. Harrison handed me another towel. I fumbled at drying myself. Daddy's uncut noodle waggled appealingly near my face, the foreskin clad club swung to and fro as did his ball sac. Those rusty golden pubes looking so lovely in the light of the bathroom ceiling fixture aided by being slightly wet. They shined like little twinkling ornaments around his big cock. I watched and so did Harrison. Daddy stepped out on the bathmat- each big pink foot leaving an imprint and pulled me up and out. Suds dribbled from my naked feet. Harrison took my towel and shocked me...he began to dry me off. I nearly toppled into the tub. His body bent low, knelt before me...facing my little wet quivering noodle and dried each of my legs. Up and up he went. Those long hands. I closed my eyes. I wondered if he would touch me. Daddy was busy now grabbing his shaving kit he kept there in the cabinet above the sink. His big tight arse cheeks faced me head on. *quot;I could use some room, boys. Finish off in the bedroom Tony, OK?*quot; Daddy said filling the sink. My feet and legs were now dry and Harrison took my arm and led me away into the bedroom holding my borrowed T-shirt as well the towel. *quot;Let's finish you off. Want more help?*quot; he said as we stepped into the guest room. My voice faltered and I looked a bit helpless as I stood before this man I normally hated. He fully dressed and me nude. He handed the towel over to me. *quot;Dry your boy bits; they are dripping on my carpet.*quot; His sarcastic tone cut the air. *quot;Yes, I was just going to.*quot; I said as I rubbed my little noodle and sac all over. He inspected my work with those eagle eyes. *quot;Do your backside too and your crack.*quot; He added looking closely at me. I did. He watched as I pulled the towel over my little arse that my noodle danced about. I could not help it. I giggled. Harrison pushed the bedroom door shut. He handed me the t-shirt. I pulled it over my head and it came to my knees like a little night dress. He next handed me a comb from the dresser and I pulled it thru my thick brown hair. *quot;There, you look good.*quot; He said. He then reminded me to brush my teeth when daddy was done. I nodded. *quot;Tony, tell me. What made you pass out today?*quot; He asked sitting on the bed. I stood and leaned nervously against the night table. My small pink bare feet sweating in anticipation of what I might say. *quot;Come and sit here. Up on the bed, I won't bite.*quot; He said patting the bed. I moved and sat, I could feel his warm body next to my nearly naked one. The t-shirt rode up to my mid-thighs and I crossed my ankles. I had no idea if by sharing this information; my noodle might decide to *quot;pop*quot; out of the shirt bottom for a visit! I cleared my throat. *quot;Um, I, was sort of playing, you know...with it.*quot; I said as coyly as little tyke could. *quot;And? I figured that much out. Why did you feel faint?*quot; he asked. *quot;I sort of trembled and shook and went all funny. It was like something exploded in my tummy. I fell over after.*quot; I said as honestly as I could. *quot;OH! I see. Mmmm, I see. Tony, your daddy and I know all about that. And it's normal. And so are you, mostly anyway. You don't have to be scared. Just make sure you lay down if you want to play the skin flute next time. It's safer!*quot; he said casually. *quot;Play the skin flute?*quot; I said looking at his spectacle covered eyes. *quot;Play with your little buddy down there, him!*quot; He said pointing to my crotch, which by now, bulged slightly under the flimsy t-shirt. Just talking about today and what had happened made me grow down there and feel all tingly! *quot;Oh, that's a skin flute. Got it.*quot; I said. *quot;And you play it all you want. You'll learn many tunes. Daddy knows lots! He plays them for me!*quot; Harrison said rising up on his socked feet. His look of glee could not be hidden from his face. I had no reply but knew much more than I bargained for. I stored that knowledge away and would quiz daddy later on exactly what *quot;music*quot; his noodle played for dear Harrison and did Harrison play tunes on daddy's flute as well? I'd sneak into the hall and watch what they got up to later...oh, hell I would! My little mind was set and I had no intention of missing out! Harrison moved to the door and pulled it open and daddy called out, *quot;Brush those teeth, Tony!*quot; He was done and I could go in. Harrison spun around. *quot;Don't forget those socks, I saw the heap of your father's nice socks all rolled up and waiting for you in the bathroom. Hide them, or I'll take `em.*quot; He joked or so I thought and vanished. Daddy came in still naked and beautiful, his face shaved and his moustache tidied up. He looked dashing. I trotted off and did my teeth, had a pee and returned to see daddy lying atop the bed and my side pulled down. We would share the big double bed that night. His big bare feet faced me and I drank them in. He wore a robe and maybe underwear, I could not tell, yet! I raced to my little bed spot and pulled up the covers over my small body. Daddy leaned in and snuggled me. *quot;Tony, about today, I tepeören escort just want to say...sorry.*quot; He said in my ear. *quot;No, not sorry daddy! I did not mind watching you do...what you did.*quot; I defended. *quot;You are too young, to see that.*quot; He offered. *quot;No, I liked it. I mean, what I saw. It did not scare me. It made me feel all...squidgy and wiggly inside.*quot; I said. *quot;Wiggly good or bad?*quot; Daddy asked. *quot;Wiggly wonderful. You saw me, my noodle. I know you did. And when you yelled and shook all over, I did too. Together.*quot; I said with a very quiet voice. *quot;Oh, Tony. Tony! You are too curious for your own good. But so was I at your age and never use my frolics as a child as guide for you! Times have changed! You watch yourself. Mind me, Tony, don't do as I did. You must be more careful than I was.*quot; Daddy said hugging me close. *quot;I will daddy. I promise.*quot; I said but full well knew I'd never be as bold as little daddy was (the Natural Noodle saga covers all this) but I still would be curious and watch him, that would not change! *quot;Did you and Harrison have a nice chat just now?*quot; Daddy quizzed still hugging me close. I let my hand wander, as I did, and pulled the belt of his robe. The silken folds fell open and revealed a most decadent pair of underwear. They were black, no seams, just pure silken magic. Bikini in cut and very form hugging. Even at that young age, I knew *quot;sexy*quot; underwear when I saw it. *quot;Where did you get those undies?*quot; I said changing the subject. Daddy rolled sideways exposing his now shapely middle and fingered the edge of the very erotic underwear. The fabric clad bulge from his big uncut cock nearly straining, and revealing all in graphic detail. Daddy was not hard, just tumescent and every vein and ripple showed! *quot;Oh, these. Harrison bought me six pairs in various colours to keep here. I do spend nights here. I need underwear here, and Harrison insisted on buying me these. Like them?*quot; He asked pushing his big fingers along his well outlined pouch. *quot;Oh, yes daddy. You look very much like a guy in that men's fashion magazine...CQ?*quot; I offered. *quot;GQ my dear and I hardly think I rate that praise but Harrison said something similar. I do hope you two are getting along.*quot; Daddy said still massaging along the edges of his pouch with his long fingers. *quot;Oh, yes. Harrison seems to care about me.*quot; I said watching daddy. *quot;Good, he does. He is almost your uncle. You have no blood uncles, so he's like yours. He'll always look out for you. I know it. I wish I had made him your godfather, I should have insisted but your mum had other ideas.*quot; Daddy trailed off. I pushed the covers down. I let daddy see my t-shirt. *quot;You think this is OK to wear to bed, daddy? I have no undies on.*quot; I said...and then, I moved the shirt up slowly. It crept up my thighs and exposed my small sac and the base of my noodle. My noodle was starting to grow. The talk, seeing daddy in those undies, well, it had an effect. Daddy reached over and stopped me. *quot;I know. You'll be fine.*quot; I tried to pull the shirt up more. I wanted to be naked again with daddy. He stood up and pushed the covers back over me. He belted his robe. *quot;You, my love, have had a long, overly excited day. Rest. Don't move from this bed. Did you pee?*quot; Daddy asked looking down at me with those lovely blue eyes. I nodded. *quot;Now, I will be back later. I need some adult time with Harrison and you are not invited. OK?*quot; Daddy said moving on his bare feet to the door. I nodded again, but crossed my fingers. I was getting up, but in stealth mode! Daddy switched the big light off and the hall was lit with a small lamp on a table. It acted like a night light for me. Daddy left my door ajar. I must explain that the one floor house had an L-shaped hallway and I would need to peek around a corner to see the living room. Harrison's bedroom door, too was around the bend of the hall. My heart beat like a tom-tom. I heard the big colour TV go on in the living room and knew, just knew it was a cover. A cover for...*quot;adult time*quot;. How long should I wait? The clock on the bedside table ticked. It was just half past 10. How many minutes do I wait to see what Harrison and daddy would do? My hand travelled to my throbbing boy noodle. It was a little rod of rocky flesh again and I grabbed it fully and squeezed so hard. I felt a rush all thru my small body, my toes flexed madly. A new pleasure was coming on me. The need to watch and play with my noodle...at the same time! It had happened today at the tailor's shop and now I was hooked! The minutes on the clock seemed to be going in reverse. I could not wait. Sweaty boy feet moved to the soft carpet. The little tent in my t-shirt very hard to ignore. It almost seemed stupid having it on. I pulled the shirt off and moved nude to the door, this naked body of mine like a cat...I crouched and slithered out into the hall. Down like a snake...pushing my hard noodle along the carpet, moving the bend in the hall. The only issue, the bathroom was down by my room. If daddy or Harrison needed a pee, I was doomed. And naked! But I was a risk taker when *quot;Watching Daddy*quot; and I would always take chances! I heard the TV, some police show. And I heard...other sounds. Smacking sounds. I knew those sounds. It was kissing! I knew daddy kissed mum...and it did not shock me. He was kissing Harrison. I had no doubt. And my noodle throbbed in anticipation. I wanted this. I wanted them to do all I saw the tailor do...and more! What was *quot;more*quot;? I had no clue but I wanted them to be and do and explore...for my eyes! I dragged my little self along the carpet...q-u-i-e-t-l-y!!! My rock hard noodle being cut was fully rubbed along its length, a sensation of rug burn and delight thrilled me as I inched my way past the hall table and toward the corner and the sound of lips connecting. I hoped to have a full view, the couch was just along the wall opposite the hall and I should see all I wanted. I prayed they were there and not hidden by some other furniture. *quot;Thud-thud-thud*quot; my chest heaved and my boy-cock thrummed. Drag, drag, pull...closer...almost there. My breathing coming in hard gasps. My head, in shadow, peeped around the baseboard and looked over toward the couch. I bit my tongue! Oh, daddy! How wonderful! He and Harrison sat side by side, Harrison wore only a pair of identical underwear apart from his being red and daddy's black. Daddy's robe had vanished. Their almost nude bodies meshed together from the hips up, arms wrapped around one another, faces together, lips locked but moving, slurping, lapping....tongues melding. My eyes popped! Daddy's superior body, fitter, larger, hairier and perfect was entangled with this older less fit one...but all the same, the sight was riveting and the effect on me ELECTRIC! My boy-cock drummed into carpet as I lay watching. My hand wormed under my small body and began to rub...I would play my flute. And then, Harrison's hand moved down daddy's golden furry toned chest and pushed down and covered my daddy's very full pouch only covered by flimsy silky material. The eager hand of Harrison engulfed daddy's obviously growing noodle. Lips broke apart...a breathy Harrison faced daddy full on, eye to eye. They looked, and drank in each other's eyes. Both breathing heavy and Harrison's hand actively massaging the bulge that was my daddy's big uncut man-muscle...rub, rub, rub- Harrison worked his long fingers over my daddy's bulging pouch. *quot;Somebody did not get enough today?*quot; Harrison asked with pleasure. *quot;Somebody never gets enough, and always needs more. And you give me more, LOTS and LOTS MORE!*quot; Daddy replied and the two moved together and let their tongues commune as I watched- shaking and tittering and steadily played my little flute for all it was worth. Much more will follow from my own memoirs of watching my daddy! Feel free to write me if you enjoyed this or have read my earlier works. Thank you! Tony aka gmx Memoirs about my daddy's early years growing up can be read fty//bisexual/incest/natural-noodle-and-friends