Introduction

My name is Tom and this is the story of my father's unique childhood as told to me as a child growing up many years ago.

These tales of my father's boyhood were my bedtime stories. Again, not the norm for most but for me they became my lifeblood! I shall call these "memoirs" since they are in fact a record of a very adventurous boy's life lived back in the late 1920's and early 30's.

Sadly, our life together as father and son (I was his only child) ended far too soon, I was not even 30 when he died. He went far too young. My dear daddy as I knew him was like an Adonis and a wonderfully giving man. A stunning six foot form that was muscular but not meaty, wavy reddish golden hair and a trimmed moustache. He sported deep blue eyes and a melodic soft voiced. Feet like sculptured marble, statuesque and size 11…so smooth and sleek. Pubic hairs in a lovely rusty golden hue, not overly hairy but what I refer to as "gently furry"…he was a true beauty by all standards and a very willing exhibitionist. Completely at ease with himself and very much bisexual…a little coaxing and daddy was on show and ready for whatever was called for.

Daddy, Reggie by name, was loved and admired by neighbours, friends and his business associates. Popular and winning, a man with style and charisma. Mum, myself and Auntie Rosie were the family he called his own. Rosie lived nearby and saw us often and was smitten with daddy…yes, he was her baby brother (all the family she had) and her love! She was five years older and mothered and fathered him almost from his beginnings. His mum died early on and their dad was never around much. Their dad worked hard, was always tired when home and left it all to Rosie and one older hired lady, Miss Hillman.

Daddy and his father had a very strange relationship which will be revealed in full as the memoirs progress.

Daddy and Rosie were both born and raised in England and daddy came to the US to further his career in a thriving post World War Two economy and rose very quickly once in the Boston area where he met my mum and they had me. It was the late 1950's. Daddy was an executive and looked the part and was highly sought after…both in the boardroom and bedroom!

Everybody loved daddy and wanted a piece of him…and more!

But it all began long before; this golden man was a golden boy, a sexually provocative child who knew no bounds. He was like nothing I'd ever heard of then or now. Daddy was truly on fire from practically birth!

Chapter One
How It All Began

His one and only sister, my dear big bossy Auntie Rosie, called him…"Natural Noodle" as a little boy. Why? Well, my dear friends the chapters here will reveal bit by bit the how and the why of his becoming "Natural Noodle".

My Daddy loved to be naked and loved to be seen. A little coaxing or a dare and his clothes melted off his body. It had to have begun somewhere back in his early childhood- and it did. He truly was a little boy naturist in every sense of the word! His growing body was his but he shared it with all, he just could not help himself!

I grew up with bedtime stories of the usual fairy tale or adventure sort but many were daddy's own legendary tales of his life back in England in the late 1920's and 30's and out in the country…no air raids out there. He lived wild and free with his big bossy sister Rosie and their odd father. I got used to hearing these tales and always wanted to hear daddy tell me any tales of his early life where he got to be naked or as I loved to say, Natural Noodle.

Rosie, five years older (and really his only parent) was the boss. She loved little Reggie like nothing on earth and also allowed him to be that naked free spirit he craved to be. Always…she never stood in his way. In fact, she actually pushed it…loved it in fact. Seeing my little daddy back then at age five, all leggy, sinewy and hairless apart from his thick head of red-golden locks…being that freewheeling nature boy…or her beloved, "Natural Noodle".

A word about then and now. Life in England in the country was a far cry from today. My daddy grew up with very few rules and Rosie was so ahead of her time. She was open-minded and naughty as hell sometimes. There was no social worker dropping in, it was all about Rosie and my daddy and all the boys, girls and adults that they encountered in their simple yet outrageously provocative daily lives.

I loved it when daddy would come to my room, lie on my small bed and tell me a "daddy's olden day's story". At my young stage of life back then at just about five years old, I found thinking of daddy as once being my height (more or less) and my leggy, little build…thrilling. I'd seen old B&W snaps of daddy at around my age. So very full of life! Old school photos, his birthdays…pony rides. The usual sort. He was always smartly dressed and looking a perfect example of a late 1920's male youth. Three feet [91 cm] or so high and skinny but a smile as bright as sunshine. My daddy much like me, well, he was a stunner back then as well. The golden boy! Sister Rosie, big, already overweight and raven haired…but daddy was her love! They did not even look alike in anyway…one wonders what really happened in her genetic background.

Rosie towered over daddy by almost a foot back then. She bossed him and ruled him but loved him like mad. She also took enormous pride in every inch of his little body…she, like me, found him to be an Adonis and like a statue in a Greek temple. Even in those early days as a sinewy little lad with a healthy smattering of freckles, she saw his beauty and his perfection.

As a young thing, I saw how Auntie Rosie looked at daddy when she came for her regular visits…she just drank him in. Just like me! I know now that my Auntie Rosie and I were both serious voyeurs and daddy was our muse divine.

I loved the tale of how his big sister Rosie nicknamed daddy, "Natural Noodle".

For me, my daddy as this Natural Noodle, naked and proud was like a super hero. The very idea from the first time I heard these beloved tales made me sing inside my heart. A true voyeur, thrilling to the delights of hearing all about my hero…my dad…naked! It was so not sexual back when I was young, it was just thrilling and natural. I found my dad at his best naked, he looked wonderful and I loved seeing all his parts. It was all so big and fascinating and something for me to hope for as I aged and grew. Dad was my gold standard and I aimed to be at least half as beautiful as he when I was older.

So from a very early time in my young life I did all I could to see daddy naked or get him naked. And just enjoy seeing all there was…the whole man!

And daddy being wonderful and open and unashamed, never made a fuss…he just let me take mental notes and drink in all there was. And if I had questions, honesty ruled the day. And he knew my very first fetish (even as a child I had fetishes) for both socked and bare feet. Daddy understood and accepted all things about little me. Thank heavens!

So when he came to me at night and I was tucked up in bed, he'd lay atop my blankets in his silken robe, nude underneath having just bathed and would tell me a story. Or share a memory of his growing years.

I'd often, being a little rascal, take my small hand and tug away his robe belt and the knot would fall away and so would the robe folds as daddy reclined sideways toward me. The folds only fell open a bit, but enough and I'd enjoy seeing his manhood, his "noodle" as I loved to refer to it.

My lovely noodle (I truly considered daddy's uncut cock, my property!), how I was fascinated by it. 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!

Daddy was never cross, he'd smile and tell me I was such a little rascal…but he did not re-belt his robe, he knew I was curious and many questions were being answered just by my looking, touching and taking it all in. I lay and just looked and waited for daddy to tell me an "olden day's memory".

My bold hand could not help but tentatively run my fingertips just along his rusty golden pubic nest. My hand was not really my own as a little boy – controlled fully by impulse and desires. Daddy knew this. The sensation of my five year-old fingers never made daddy flinch as he let my natural curiosity come through. I was awestruck at the soft yet wire-like feel of all those lovely curly pubes.

"Daddy, will I ever have hair like this?" I'd say almost nightly. So impatient mine had not yet sprouted on my smooth skin.

Daddy would look down at his full nest of deliciously spun gold and smile and assure me my day would come. And yet he did not brush my little fingers away. He felt that as his son, I had every right to explore that body of his. No shame, never!

"Daddy, tell me a naked one." I'd say. I was ready for a story of my daddy's boyhood days.

You might think he'd blush or try to divert my requests. Never!

Daddy knew hearing about his life, the times long gone…helped me see my daddy as a whole person, the man he was as I knew him and how he came to be that way.

"Tell me the one when Rosie named you, Natural Noodle." I said so often.

Daddy began.

"Well, big Rosie, always older and bossier and in charge of me, she had things all planned out. Each day we had routines. And she made me do certain things…like take my bath before supper (tea) after school every day. She told me we were lucky to have hot water always ready and a big bath indoors. And being clean was good. I grew to love baths and like you, Tommy, Rosie supervised my bath times. Closely."

I burst in. "Yes, I love to watch you have a bath. It's fun!"

And I did watch and help my own daddy have a bath after he came home from the office each night. It was a ritual I loved and so did he! More on that later, I promise!

Daddy carried on as his moustache twitched with a smile.

"Well, Rosie not only watched, she got involved. Your auntie was a very hands-on kind of sister. Nobody had a sister like I did! She was mother, father and sister! She knew my whole body like the back of her hand. Every inch! And I loved that. We had no secrets! We are still that way.

She'd come and fetch me from wherever I was playing; she'd call my name…REGGIE! I knew it was about five o'clock and time to be heading home. Rosie in charge and on the warpath to get me inside. My schoolbooks tossed in a grassy spot had to be found and my sweater retrieved from a tree branch. I'd run around and find my things and dash off to her loud bellowing voice. The game was to get home before she had to fetch me, she did come charging after me many times and caught me in all sorts of…ummm…naked adventures."

At this aside about naked adventures I burst into giggles. I knew Rosie loved to catch daddy and see what he was doing and often adding challenges to the situation. Rosie was a hoot and I loved her being so…in the know! The old barn not far from their home was one hangout and one of daddy's special naked places. Rosie knew it well! I could see my big bossy auntie bursting in and loving all little naked daddy was up to.

"You were just like me in size then. Not too big and still a real scamp!" I added laying back into my pillow.

Daddy carried on smiling warmly.

"A lot like you, maybe even the same height. I ran back that special afternoon with all my homework books in a heap and ran up the three wooden steps to meet my Rosie in her school dress and an apron on…her bath time apron to keep her school dress for getting soaked by a wiggly skinny leggy thing…me.

"Get up those stairs; up to the bathroom…put your books ready for doing homework. You know the rule." Rosie shouted but it was always the same.

I bolted up the stairs in my leather school shoes, clunky sounds all the way up. I dropped my books into my small bedroom and headed to the bathroom at the far end of the hall. The big old footed tub was steaming. I heard Rosie coming up behind me as I loomed in the doorway.

"It's hot, I'll wait." I said coyly.

"Reggie, move your little arse into that bathroom, now!" Bossy Rosie ordered and I marched in.

Rosie took no nonsense. Five years older and strong as an ox. Hands like lightening. I stood in the old bathroom, tub steaming. I knew I had to strip or she'd do it. I loved it when she did it, she really tickled.

Now Rosie was smart. And saw everything; you could not hide any scrape, bruise, cut or dirty mark from Rosie on any part of you or your clothes. I fumbled with my shirt buttons. My sweater was already off. All my clothes were pretty standard for our school. Button shirt, sweater or sweater vest, short trousers to the knee and long grey woolly socks that came to the top of your calves and I only had a few of each item, things were all so precious back then. You took good care of all, and Rosie made sure!

That night she grabbed me and undid the buttons like a flash and my shirt flew off…zing! I stood topless and cold. She goaded me to hurry and get warm in the bath. I bent and unlaced the best shoes I owned. Not new, hand me downs from another older boy my dad knew from work…he was a year older and he just outgrew them. They were still rather good. My small feet were all sweaty as I pulled them free and Rosie noticed some brown twigs on my now woolly socked feet as I stood making little sweat imprints on the old tile floor.

"You've had your shoes off again! And I can see grass on your back! Have you been naked on your way home from school again? Don't lie, I know everything." Rosie said eyeing me all over.

She did know everything and I loved it. I nodded in agreement. No need to hide it. She took her hand and brushed down my back, her fingers felt smooth and cool as she swept them over my skinny back and shoulders. The grass fluttered to the floor. I knew I'd be sweeping later! She waited no longer for me to fiddle around, she took action. She put me against the wash basin and I held tight with one hand as she pulled each moist sock from my rather dirty bare feet.

"Just look at you? These feet are filthy. Where were you naked today? The old barn? Or some new place? I will have to bring Gail my best friend to see you soon, she does not believe my little scamp of a brother gets naked in the old barn. She'll get a shock!" Rosie said now tugging on my trouser buttons and yanking them down my legs.

"I got home, ran to the big field behind the old Clarity house and found a great tree, and climbed it naked. You should see. I got all the way to the top!" I bragged as my trousers joined my shirt in a pile on the laundry bin.

Rosie noted two scratches on my left thigh.

"I see! You'll fall someday, all naked and have to go to the hospital. You'll be a sight. And the old Clarity house is not empty, that elderly couple are still alive and living there and might come out back in the field and catch you naked!" She laughed as my rather baggy boxers were yanked off me. I nearly toppled onto the floor. My dirty bare feet did look a sight!

A playful slap on my pink arse and I jumped into the tub. OUCH! But in I went.

Rosie picked up my socks, and like you my sweet Tommy, gave them a little sniffy-wiffy! She seemed to like my smells, just like you. My two sniffy-wiffy's.

She rubbed them in her hands and told me they needed a good wash, fresh ones tomorrow! I sat in the steamy water and grabbed the handmade soap bar and scrubbed and soaped. Rosie in her apron loomed over the tub edge. Her eyes looking at my skinny body head to toe.

"Reggie, get that grubby kneecap again. Do your ears." She saw everything.

She looked and inspected and corrected my lack of skill washing myself when she saw fit. She just grabbed and scrubbed…no part was too sacred not to get Rosie's full scrutiny. At this point I gave up washing myself entirely and Bossy, Strong Fingers Rosie carried on. I just lay back in the warm water and she took charge. She was down, working like mad between my toes when…"

I loved this part of the wonderful memory and added, "You heard a rap-rap-rap on the old front door downstairs."

Daddy smiled and ruffled my brown head of hair as I lay upon my pillow and carried on.

"Oh, yes, we heard a loud knocking and both of us jumped, I splashed Rosie it startled me so and Miss Hillman was long gone back to her home and Rosie had to run down and open the door.

Rosie dropped my small foot back in the water and left, she told me to stay put and she'd be back to work on the rest of me good and proper. I heard her go down the stairs and open the door. I heard voices, a man! I was so curious, just like you Tommy. I moved out of the bath, quickly towelled myself dry and tip-toed on my pink bare feet, no bigger than yours now Tommy, to the top of the stairs looking down at the front door. Oh, I saw a tall older man, about 75 or more, he seemed so old. Rosie was talking to him and he was holding my math book! I'd forgotten it out by the tree I'd climbed naked an hour or so ago. I knew it was Mr. Clarity; I'd never seen him but figured it out.

I heard Rosie apologizing for me. I thought that was silly, I only climbed a tree.

I walked down the stairs, step by step, naked as could be. Not a stitch on!

My small smooth but leggy body appeared on the bottom step just behind Bossy Rosie and much to Mr. Clarity's delight. He smiled from ear to ear as he saw me come into view and stand gaping at him from my perch on that bottom step.

Rosie spun around and nearly toppled over but smiled just as much as our elderly guest was.

Rosie said, "You little naughty thing."

Mr. Clarity said, "Reggie, I brought your book back. You left it today near our big tree out back. My wife and I saw you enjoying our tree. You were like a little monkey and very skilled!"

I thanked Mr. Clarity and walked forward and took my lost school book. He must have been six feet tall or more to my three or so feet of height. He loomed over me like a mountain. Tall, thin and in an old suit. His face white bearded like a skinny Santa Claus. His eyes almost a soft grey, and surrounded in wrinkles from too much sun over a lifetime. I liked him right away. He had a way of looking at me that was warm and very wise; he saw so much of life and just understood how I felt.

Mr. Clarity said, "You have hair like I did long ago, golden reddish, almost gingery fire but more like late afternoon sunshine. A right little cherub! You can climb that tree like nature intended in your birthday suit anytime!"

At that word, cherub, Rosie laughed and said he did not know me very well but got the birthday suit part just right.

And then, she said… "Just look at him, Mr. Clarity, naked and standing here bold as brass! He's our Natural Noodle, loves to be all naked, as much as he can!"

And so Mr. Clarity agreed he and his dear wife would call me, Natural Noodle or just Noodle for short as well. I laughed and stomped around the front hallway bouncing from one small bare foot to the other bare foot and my very own boy-noodle danced along with me. Bounce, bounce, bounce! Mr. Clarity and Rosie clapped along to my jig as they both watched me dance to and fro.

I loved being naked for this big, wonderful man. I felt so alive!

Mr. Clarity reached down and shook my small hand.

"Come by after school soon and meet my wife, she'll just love you, and you can climb the tree and romp around the field and garden. Our own little Tarzan naked and frolicking!" Mr. Clarity said admiring me all over with his intent, keen eyes.

I asked Rosie and she said yes so long as she knew where I was and I was safe, I could go any day I wanted.

Mr. Clarity gave Rosie his regards for our father and walked away in the gathering dusk of the late afternoon, but he gave me a beautiful smile before he turned to go. I just stood naked in the open front door of our house with Rosie by my side as we watched him go. I knew I was going to his garden and that big grassy field very soon! I just knew it!

And Tommy, I knew deep down they'd been watching me naked playing near their home. I just felt it. My small body knew it was being watched by eyes behind those lace curtains.

And as you know, dear Mr. and Mrs. Clarity were very affectionate…to put it mildly and had so much love to give since they had no children of their own and I so needed their love!

Rosie, big-bossy and strong, grabbed me like a football, slammed the door and carted me up the stairs, to many giggles and shouts from me. My wiggly leggy naked self busy trying to get free BUT I loved it! Back to the bath and Rosie scrubbing me head to tickly toes!"

Daddy finished my bedtime tale from his growing up years and I was ready to dream, dream of him…romping and frolicking! All naked and natural. My daddy, forever "Natural Noodle"!

My hand during the story had rested atop his pubic nest, gently rubbing. His manhood, his "noodle" uncut and laden by ample extra foreskin, often lay to one side against his ample ball sac. I could not imagine ever being so big and have something that fascinating between my own legs.

At five, my own boyhood equipment seemed so small next to my daddy's. Mine cut, his uncut, the differences between our "boy bits" seemed vast to my young mind. But I believed daddy when he said I'd grow too…in all places including my "noodle".

While daddy had been lost in his reveries, my carefree five year-old hand moved through what seemed a forest of little golden hairs and found that very edge of his silken skinned man-noodle. The utter delight of actually touching my daddy right there at the base of his flaccid manhood was almost indescribable. I truly shook, no trembled inside my tummy, as my little pointer finger contacted daddy's sacred flesh. The taboo or forbidden to all other boys my age was not for me, I had unique opportunities to say the least. And I let my fingers rest upon this very dear part of my daddy's intimate being.

He was well-endowed. I even knew that at five years of age. And I had yet to see it fully hard and the skin pulled all back. I would, soon. I had no intention of not knowing all there was to know about that lovely "noodle" I so adored.

He never moved or even flinched. If so, my spirit would have been crushed. He just lay, talked and kept his eyes shut laying alongside me on my small bed.

This was for daddy and me. Mum was not invited. This was father and son time!

But alas, each night it had to end.

Daddy would stand up and switch off my bedroom light. His Robe still open. I wished he'd spend the night with me. I loved to be wrapped in his big arms. But mum called out, she needed him too! And that I knew. What he did with my mum in their room with the door partly open also fascinated five year-old me very much. Daddy knew of my foot and sock fetish at that age, but he had yet to learn that I was a budding voyeur as well!

At this tender age, I began a long history of sneaking to that open door down the hall. My mind full of daddy's tales of his youth, wanting more of my dear father…and then I saw other roles he played now as an adult. The things my little eyes saw…intrigued and drew me in.

Once I was back in my bed after checking on daddy's nocturnal doings, I lay thinking of daddy now as he was in his 40's and then as a boy my age…in those golden days of his youth.

I begged for stories of that youthful time of his life every night and most nights he agreed to share all with me. And yes, some of it was highly personal and rather "adult" in nature but daddy did not hold back. His honest and open ways of sharing even the most intimate secrets still astounds me today.

And so, I shall share all these many stories of his with you! Daddy would want it that way!

Chapter Two
Daddy's First Visit to the Clarity House

Even after my very first hearing of many of the early life tales of my daddy's, I was hungry for more. I could hear them over and over, asking more probing questions each time he retold any. The voyeur in me was alive and well in my very early life and I loved hearing about daddy being my age or there about…that was truly an amazing feeling.

Once I knew the reason why daddy (Reggie) was nicknamed, Natural Noodle by his big sister (my auntie) Rosie…well I just wanted to hear any and all about those days back in the small village in England daddy and Rosie grew up in and all that went on. And of course, exactly how and when daddy got naked…that was the very best part!

It did not take long for me one night in bed after hearing the nicknaming tale to ask for the very next event after meeting elderly Mr. Clarity. Even at my early stage of life, I knew Mr. Clarity was going to be very influential in my dad's young life. I had to hear more. I loved the fact daddy, just about my same height and school level at that moment as I lay listening, walked down those stairs naked and boldly retrieved his homework book and met Mr. Clarity. That made my little mouth drop open. Dad, at just about my age, doing that…made me in awe of him! What a brassy rusty reddish blonde nature boy he was back then…and still was as far as I was concerned!

So there was daddy, loosely robed after his nightly bath and lying along my bed and telling me yet another "long ago daddy tale" and I keenly drank it in and asked loads of questions. That's just what I did.

And I again undid his robe and he let it fall open. My eager hand sailed to his warm, tight fuzzy tummy…and as daddy began to share another story, I enjoyed tactile explorations that night as usual and let my small fingers work into that reddish-golden nest I cherished. I think daddy may have giggled slightly as my finger got caught in one tight pubic curl. I was such a tease!

I begged, "Tell me about your first visit to the old Clarity house…what happened? Did you get naked?"

Daddy smiled as always and hushed me gently. "Just listen, I'll tell all you want to know, just be patient. Rome wasn't built in a day."

He always said that about Rome! Well, I waited and he slowly began…time slipped back. Daddy became my age again in his tale, shorter and hairless apart from his reddish golden hair and full vim and vigour…skinny, nimble footed, leggy as could be and really athletic. My daddy! I could picture him back then so very well. We had scads of old black and white photos from his early school days and I knew how he looked so very well.

"I was very excited by Mr. Clarity's offer of his garden and old field behind the house to play in. I wanted to climb that tree, splash in the old pond and run along the overgrown rose garden paths by the dining room windows. I had been planning to do it anyway but it was nice to be invited.

"The weather in mid- September that year was still sultry and getting naked was so easy, no chilly breeze. The winter was always a challenge. Naked romps had to be planned indoors and they were less fun. Outdoors was natural and free!

"So I think it was the very next day after he came by the house I planned to go and pay a call on the old couple. And show off of course! I told Rosie that morning after breakfast I would and she said I was to be careful. I wondered if Miss Hillman, who was washing clothes heard me. She never paid much mind to us and went about her duties like a robot. I ran off in my usual school attire and had a long day of lessons. I could not wait for that day to end. When we finally got the bell to go, I dashed on my brown leather shoe clad feet to the old Clarity place. I think I may have been there in ten minutes I went so fast. I was so excited and just bursting to show off!

"I bolted down the long front garden walk. The house was well back off the old road and backed onto a farm which shared the old field. I saw cows as I ran by. I let my small nimble feet bounce up the two wooden front steps to a small porch and big oak door with a window. A lace curtain blocked the view in. All the windows had lace hanging for privacy. No wonder I never saw the Claritys before.

"My hands held my few school books tight as I pulled the bell ringer, very old fashioned. I heard a jangle sound indoors and then the lacy curtain of the door window swept sideways and a thin, attractive grey haired lady peeped out. Her hair swooped up in a bun and pinned in place. Eyes like brown satin and a figure that even made the young me take notice of it. She may have been 70 but a stunner. Her smile warmed me. The door opened and her elegant tasteful figure fully appeared in a dark, tailored looking dress. Having no mum of my own I was instantly alert to her motherly expression and her cleavage. I had never seen such fine cleavage before that I knew. My eyes locked onto two big breasts and a "V" cut in the fabric of her dress that showed just that special space just between. Auntie Rosie had not yet bloomed in the chest area back then, still rather flat and so this was rather a revelation for me."

"You must be our little monkey Reggie, OH I mean Natural Noodle…coming to explore and climb trees no doubt." Her lilting voice sang out as she guided my shorter sweaty body inside the large front hall.

"Natural Noodle, it's good to see you." Mr. Clarity's voice rang out as he came down from upstairs. They were both so tall compared to me and towered over my three feet or so of height. She was almost as tall as he was, she wore heels I think.

"I said hello and thanked them and asked if I could go out back and have fun. They said yes. Mrs. Clarity offered me a place on the fine old kitchen table to put my books and I did.

"Mrs. Clarity bent down and wrapped her long arms around me, her slender fingers entwining around my back, pulling me close to her pillow-like breasts and she rubbed ever so tenderly along my spine. She spoke right in my ear in a soft motherly way."

"You be safe, Natural Noodle. And we saw you yesterday, we know you like to be a naturist…which means being naked and that is fine but beware of your tender small feet. We do have some debris of old nails, so watch where you walk. And when you're ready to undress, put your clothes on the back porch wicker settee…for safe keeping. We'll watch over you from the windows and the back porch, call out if you have any trouble. Mr. Clarity will rescue you."

"Mr. Clarity stood over us both smiling down like a skinny Santa. I liked them both so much and I only just got there!

"She moved and showed me out to the porch. She and Mr. Clarity stood as I looked out over the garden and field beyond.

"I looked up in my school sweater vest, button shirt and short trousers and announced, "I am ready to be a…nateralisted.

"Mr. Clarity corrected me with a smile, 'A naturist. Well, fold your school clothes nicely onto the settee. We can't have Rosie all upset with you. And when you are done playing, come inside and we'll see you have a good wash and have lemonade with us, OK? Then we'll get you dressed up again!'

"I could not believe how open they were and how understanding. I was so shocked! I smiled and moved to the settee as they stood watching and admiring my bold and brassy nature. I was not shy, not one bit and they just adored that. I sat on the settee seat by the porch rail and began to strip off. It was so nice and warm on that day after school. I tugged my sweater vest over my head and folded it just so and then undid each button and pulled off my shirt. My bare chest felt so warm in the afternoon sun. Once the shirt was in a nice neat place on the seat both adults agreed I was a very tidy young man and very well mannered. I smiled as I worked off each of my leather shoes; I wanted them to be impressed.

"Mr. Clarity bent forward and took one of my small shoes. He looked at it closely. 'Noodle, I am going to give these a good buffing for you while you play. Is that OK with you?'

"I nodded and thanked him and then handed him my other warm shoe. He held them as I twiddled my toes on the cool wooden porch floor. My sweaty wool socks needed airing and my little toes needed stretching. I liked being called Noodle for short; it reminded me of my very own boy-noodle and loved it."

Daddy took a breath and rubbed my sleepy head with a warm big hand. "You still awake, Tommy?"

"Oh, yes. My eyes are just shut. I am picturing you in your grey knee socks on the back porch and twiddling your little toes, just like mine are now." And I twiddled mine under the blanket.

Daddy smiled and twiddled his big toes on the bottom of my bed and we both giggled. He then went back to the "olden days".

"Mrs. Clarity being so kind, she sat by me on the settee and reached down and grabbed my small big toe in my sweaty grey wool sock. I giggled just like you do.

"'I got you!' She said in a fun way and I just loved her.

"She then slid her long fingers down inside one sock and pulled it free of my small pink fleshed foot as I did the other.

"'Teamwork! I love helping you. We never did have children. It's lovely to have you about the place.' she said as she grasped both my sweaty knee socks and aired them over the porch rail side by side.

"In a flash I pulled off my short trousers and old boxer underwear. They just flew off me. I did not even blink. I stood nude as could be folding my trousers and underwear as if I were in my bedroom alone. They just stood and marvelled.

"'Perfection, beauty and perfection! Such a golden youth!' Mr. Clarity said almost in a shout for joy.

"I had my little round arse to them; I turned on my nimble bare toes and faced them boldly and said, 'I am off to play. Watch me- watch me!' And I leapt off the porch, my very own noodle bouncing madly; I sprung like young Tarzan onto my bare feet and bounded off. My arse cheeks glinting in the sun as I ran and I laughed and they clapped.

"I just played my heart out, I really did. I climbed and swung and ran through the low end of the pond. I saw both of them at first watching from the porch and then just Mrs. Clarity from the dining room windows as Mr. Clarity obviously polished my shoes for me. I must have run around like a naked mad monkey and all through the rose garden waving up at a beaming Mrs. Clarity who sat like a beautiful statue watching me from the window. I can still see that smile! My naked body fluttering by as she took me in with her sweet eyes…fully!"

Dear readers, even at my young stage of life as I lay listening to this, the very idea of this delightful older couple drinking in my daddy as he romped in his birthday suit just outside their windows, well, it thrilled me. It filled me with joy and excitement. I loved knowing they saw ALL of my daddy at age five…even his little lovely bouncing noodle with all that extra skin he was so proud of!

"I sailed up the back porch steps, my feet now soiled and dusty and a bit sore. Mr. Clarity saw me approaching and propped open the back door and I scuttled in. All my clothes had been taken indoors already by Mrs. Clarity and they sat on a kitchen chair even neater than before. I was so dusty and grassy from all my nude frolics I just stood on the door mat and waited.

"Mrs. Clarity walked in and knelt before me, she held my worn grey knee socks close to my face.

"'Smell these, how fresh from just an hour's blow in the air. See?' she said as we both inhaled my sock scents together almost nose to nose. I could still smell my lovely foot aromas but only faintly, the toe ends still had sweat smudges on the wool and were a little stiff from a full day's wear…but fresher they were.

"Mr. Clarity held up my leather shoes and they shined as if new in the afternoon setting sun.

"The kitchen was lovely and had a table and chairs on a linoleum floor. I ventured in my little voice.

"'I am so dusty and my feet are rather dirty…they will mess your nice floor.'

"'Good thing I called Rosie on the telephone and arranged for you to have a bath here today….how's that young man, our Natural Noodle- full of strength and poise!' Mrs. Clarity sang out.

"I was thrilled.

"'Oh, Yes. I have never had a bath anywhere but home. How fun!'

"But I still daren't move from the mat, my feet were mucky.

"'Come on you, our little Noodle, hop on. I may be over 70 but I give a damn good piggy back ride!' Mr. Clarity hollered as he switched places with his wife and knelt before me with his back all low and ready. My own daddy was too busy to give piggy-back rides and Rosie, well; Rosie did but not very well. She was not tall enough yet.

"I latched onto him, wrapping my slender arms around his neck, my gangly legs around his waist…his beard all tickly on my naked arms. He reached around and locked his hands under my bare arse cheeks like a little seat just so I'd not fall off. He was great, I felt safe and excited as he rose up and up…like a big horse!

"His old wool sweater was all itchy against my exposed front as I held tight, but that's what happens when you get a piggyback ride naked! I learned that right then and there but loved it all the same. And of course, the longer Mr. Clarity bounced me along on his back with all that rub-rub-rub on my little boy-noodle…it could cause results! But not on that first day, that was later on another visit!

"We galloped, or as close as an old man could gallop, off down the hall and up the stairs to their bathroom above. Mrs. Clarity right on his heels making sure I did not fall off."

I stopped daddy in his tale.

"You were taking a 'naked' bath with strangers? They were giving you a bath? And seeing your boy-noodle?" I was so amazed, awestruck and totally thrilled!

"Tommy, they'd known my family all my life. I did not know them well but they knew me and really cared for me and Rosie. That's why I have those photos in the album of them…the old people. You know those?" Daddy said seriously.

I did know those photos and never knew who they were, now I did.

"And as for taking a bath, well, I was Natural Noodle, Rosie gave the OK and I wanted lemonade and my body was too dirty to sit at the table…so bath it was and Tommy, I loved being the centre of attention and yes, my little noodle and all! I was just loving being seen by them…you know that's what I loved more than anything!"

Now daddy did a funny thing next. He knew I'd roar like a lion at the injustice. He loved to tease me!

"Well, they gave me a warm lovely bubbly-wubbly bath…they both tickled my pink toes and scrubbed my nose and got everywhere in between! And that's it, can't remember any more! Then I went home. Now go to sleep."

And he stood up to go with an evil wink! My small hand suddenly lost its prized place roosting in his lovely pubes.

Well, I wailed like mad.

"Daddy, NO! That's not the whole story. NO! Tell me about the bath! Tell me how they scrubbed and rubbed. Tell me."

I was all red faced. Daddy knew without the shadow of a doubt, Tommy, his only child was a voyeur and hooked on the life of his dear daddy, his very own…Natural Noodle.

"OK, OK. I'll tell you all about my first bubble bath at the Clarity house. I had many, many more but the first was extra special and I'll never forget it. They were both so dear and so kind…"

Daddy did carry on sharing the event much to my youthful delight. Details, I needed details. Sounds, smells, tastes…ALL! And daddy delivered. Lucky me, lucky you!

Much more to come! Comments welcome! Thank you! Tom

Chapter Three
The Bath Continues

One of my lasting memories of my daddy is the way he told the stories of his life. No matter what the content or events, the way daddy spoke was magical and drew me in.

The 1930's were a truly innocent time in society. Yes, bad things did happen…to be sure! But for my daddy and Rosie, this was a time to be recalled with fondness and delight. Daddy's dad was so removed from child rearing and both Rosie and he were hungry for other trusted adults to show concern and care in a loving, safe way.

As I pictured my young daddy at five years old, stark naked, not even 4 feet tall and standing in this older couple's bath tub…it just about blew my own young mind. The standards of the 1960's and those of his 'olden times' seemed to be worlds apart. I was not about to do what daddy did and to be frank…my parents would not have been well pleased with it if I had. But daddy lived in the country and life was simpler and his 'natural noodle' status was considered a sweet, odd and rather endearing quality. And this need of my young daddy to be naked, well, it excited and thrilled those of all ages around him!

Daddy, after playing the little trick on me, settled back down on my bed and finished his tale of this first bubble bath with Mr. And Mrs. Clarity.

"How did you get in the bath?" I asked picturing the piggy back ride on old Mr. Clarity's back.

"Well, Tommy, the old dear man spun around on his feet on the bathroom tile floor and lowered me down and I slowly stepped in as his big hands released my bare little bottom. He let me go and the elderly couple were about to leave me, alone and I stopped them."

"Why? Did you want them to give you a bath like your sister Rosie did?" I asked looking at daddy's soft eyes.

"Tommy, the warm bubbly water felt delicious on my small feet, they were sore. The garden and field were not very well kempt and my rather soft fleshed pink toes and soles had been given a real pummelling as I frolicked naked as could be. I stood just loving the warm soothing effect it had on them. They had turned to go and I was still rather small and I called out. They turned around and stood looking at me standing there like a little naked tree.

"Don't go, stay. I don't want to be alone in here." I said honestly to them.

"Mrs. Clarity laughed and said I was completely safe, no monsters in the linen cupboard. But I stood there and looked eager.

"'Stay, help me.' I said reaching down and grasping a huge handmade soap bar from a little tub dish.

"I held the bar out, it nearly toppled from my small hand it was so big.

"'I'll go and leave you two to get all clean.' Mr. Clarity said sagely as his white beard wiggled.

"'No, stay. Both of you!' I said wagging the soap in the air. My skinny body was actually feeling a little chilled now.

"'You're shivering, Reggie. Come here. Get in that water!' Mrs. Clarity said. 'And shut that door, there is a breeze coming through.' Mr. Clarity obeyed his lady wife and shut the door and both approached the tub.

"Mrs. Clarity took the soap cake from me and guided my thin arms down as I sank low into the foamy water. It felt glorious. It was a deeper tub than ours and I felt like a little king. Mr. Clarity knelt by the tub edge and made comments about his old knees. Mrs. Clarity did the same but knelt on a towel, much easier on old knees! The two old, charming faces loomed over the enamelled tub edge, gazing down at me as I sat on my bottom with my legs straight out. The water was up to my mid-tummy and felt like a warming blanket. My naked hairless chest and arms just loved the soapy water I thrashed about it. I ran my hands all over my upper body and lathered away, just like at home. The audience watching added to the joyous mood and I smiled and chatted away like a magpie. They just nodded and smiled along with me.

"'We've never given anybody a bath. It's a job we never had to do with having no children. What do we do?' Mrs. Clarity asked me as I smiled up at her.

"'Wash me of course, Rosie does and makes sour comments about my dirty toes.' I said pushing my little fingers out and tapping at the bar of soap playfully that still sat in her big hand.

"'Well, get busy woman.' Mr. Clarity said in his slightly old fashioned way.

"'Both of you…take turns, go on.' Bossy little I said. I was just as bossy as you Tommy, no wonder we are so alike!

"And so they did."

I interrupted daddy with a slight nudge of my own small hand on his shoulder. Now I was not shy and asked daddy things point blank. I was not one to mince words.

"Did they really wash you everywhere like bossy Rosie? Really…everywhere?" My young mind was boy-noodle obsessed. I could not stop thinking about daddy's small noodle being exposed and then…actually washed by these two non-family members. It caused a rush of giddy, if not downright, heart palpitating glee! I think daddy saw it.

"Tommy, relax and breathe. Deeper. There. You must not get overexcited by my tales of the olden days as you call them. They were delightful folks and would become like grandparents to me. So keep that in your little head and not some notion they were going to snip my noodle off. Rosie and I trusted them. Got it."

I breathed deeper and felt my heart settle down. "Yes, daddy. But I heard that sometimes…"

"No schoolyard nonsense. I am sure some of your friends have told you outlandish tales. This is not one of those, none of mine are. They are just life. My old life. Not some crazy monster creations you and your buddies love to titter about in the playground corners. I can safely assure you that Mr. and Mrs. Clarity did not live in a gingerbread house and lure children in to then bake them into life-size cookies. Got it?"

I nodded and he continued.

"Mrs. Clarity began as I sat and guided her. Her long delicate fingers, skilled at sewing and mending were perfect for washing me.

"'Start with my toes. Rosie does.' I said lifting one foot up just about your shoe size, my sweet Tommy, right up and out of the sudsy water. I twiddled my toes.

"She lovingly rubbed soap all over my small foot, all along my arch, my soiled heel, over the back and up and around each pink toe. Each crevice in between the toes of that foot got a good going over. It felt wonderfully refreshing! Her nails tickled the sensitive area under my toes. I laughed and whooped. She bent and kissed my soapy toes. Her eyes lit up. Suddenly Tommy, I could see something take over inside her…she wanted to wash me, no, she needed to! She too could be a bossy boots just like Rosie. Men and boys, like Mr. Clarity and me, we just had to obey! They could control us fully, you just watch mummy, she does it too!

"'I could just eat these precious toes!' She giggled and I knew she was having fun, just like Rosie did.

"'Your turn, your turn.' I hooted as I lifted my other still dirty foot high up and dropped the clean one down again.

"'Go on Mr. Clarity, do what Reggie wants. Rosie wants a clean little brother back, not one half clean!' She said handing him the soap.

"I loved the way they just hovered above the side of the bath, poor Mr. Clarity's old knees. The bath was not a short process. Not the way I was carrying on.

"Mr. Clarity's older slightly arthritic fingers did not feel as nice but they were strong. He worked between my toes with a feisty nature that only you, my dear Tommy, may have matched when helping me in my baths now. I laughed as he too tickled my foot, this time along the arch. I loved his way of using his thumb, it was fascinating!

"I wiggled my foot with near spasms of pleasure at his tickling skills!

Daddy carried on.

"'My legs, do my legs!' I next instructed, as poor Mr. Clarity was already reaching over the tub as it was since he had hold of my foot farthest from the side of the bath he and his wife knelt by.

"He let go of my foot but I still held it aloft and ready, he grabbed the soap cake from Mrs. Clarity who held it and lathered my skinny leg all up and down with his big rough hands. My upper leg was underwater and he just rubbed and scrubbed ankle to thigh. His large hands actually could wrap right round my soapy thigh, his hands were that big!"

My young mind blurred. I am afraid to say that the very idea of those big hands all over my young daddy…kind of blew me away. I found it electrifying and thrilling.

"Mrs. Clarity took on the nearer leg and did it the same but with more grace and charm. Her long fingers purposely tickling me all along my leg as often as she could. I laughed and splashed about. And then she worked all over my bare chest and neck…all around in big circles and then down my back.

"Mr. Clarity took on my reddish golden mop of hair and really scrubbed me until I thought my brain was scrambled. Rubbing and squeezing my hair through his fingers. Nothing like a shampoo with a pair of huge hands at work! And then it was a rinse with a little pail filled in the sink kept just for that purpose, the sink water felt chilly being splashed all over my soapy head. And I was done!"

I knew daddy had omitted a little body part…his noodle. I was not going to let him off the hook.

"Daddy, what about your noodle? Did they wash it? Come on, what really happened?" I chided and goaded.

"Tommy, you are so single-minded! My noodle was washed, of course."

My eyes wide and eager. "By who, by who daddy?"

Daddy knew this was so important to me; I needed details, even when I was young.

"Tommy, it was gentle and a good lesson for me. Rosie had been looking after my noodle in baths…it was time I had more skill at self-care. I was still learning and I was not hairy down there and certainly not as big back then… a very good time to learn hygiene and be able to do it myself. Rosie just was not a parent, she was only young herself.

"I said after my hair was rinsed, 'What about that?' I pointed down into the suds and looked at the pair above me with concern.

"'Rosie washes me….down there. My noodle.' I added.

"'Well, Natural Noodle, I think you need to do it yourself with our help. All little boys need to know how.' Mrs. Clarity affirmed handing me the soap.

"'Now, kneel up, let's see you make a good job of it.' She added.

"And so I knelt on my little knobby knees and took the soap. I fumbled miserably and dropped the soap. Mrs. Clarity took charge. Her long fingers grasped my very little fleshy noodle and worked back my tight, ample foreskin. She'd done it many times to her husband, as wives do and she just applied that skill to me!

"Mr. Clarity pointed with his bony finger.

"'You need to get in deep around the little knob, I know it seems hard, but really pull that skin back and wash all inside. He has plenty of extra skin and you just have to do it.' He said pointing.

"It felt glorious having all that attention on and around my sensitive noodle.

"She gripped and pulled the extra skin well back – the little pink head truly popped out fully. I had never really pulled the skin that far back to pee or wash and this was the most I ever had seen it done. It shocked me; I looked with wonderment to Mr. and Mrs. Clarity for assurance it was all the way it should be.

"My eyes popped wide as I gazed down and saw my pink knob, always mostly hidden apart from the tip…now all out and showing. Rosie only pushed her finger tips in the top and wiggled around with soap. I always laughed, it tickled but this time the air hitting it felt cold all around it. So different."

Hearing daddy explain this moment of young revelation felt very warming to me and highly intimate. I could picture that, I mean his cock-knob still remained so mysterious to me even now but back then, to the young daddy – it was truly all so new and magical. And having the beloved Clarity couple as his guide. Daddy's eyes were far away as he recalled it.

"And next I was made to do it myself, to prove I could.

"So I used my own small fingers – pulled back that foreskin and touched it, the pink knob, all over for the very first time. I soaped it and I felt like my knees would not hold me. I got all shaky.

"'That's fine, not too much. That's fine.' Mr. Clarity guided as he and his wife marvelled at my first step to bodily hygiene independence. The feeling was very sensitive and I stopped after I grabbed a handful of water and doused myself washing off the soap and then my exposed noodle looked all wet and clean.

"'Pull the skin back up now over top, our Natural Noodle. And do that each time you bathe. Very good to be clean. And we shall make sure you have a bath here as often as you want, you'd love that – I know!' Mrs. Clarity urged.

"I pulled my foreskin back gently but the sensitivity lingered inside all over my now hidden knob and I met the eyes of the elderly pair as the skin rolled back up and the pure wonder of it all made us all laugh at my little moment of pure self-discovery."

I stopped daddy. "Self-discovery? Like finding a new country?" I asked

"Tommy, it was a new country. I had been shown a part of myself I had not seen. I marvelled at it, my little knob. I knew my noodle on the outside, but not really what was inside the extra skin that dangled off the top as it does. It was a big moment." He added.

He carried on.

"It's those personal buttons or sensitive spots again. My noodle was a button and I sort of knew that before that bath but I really knew once the skin came back off the top and I touched it. I had no doubt and that very moment of feeling weak-kneed and my eyes wide, well I shared it with those two beloved people, The Claritys.

"Well, the bath was almost done apart from a quick spin around and Mrs. Clarity's long fingers washing my little backdoor. Her fingers were not shy, not at all! She even popped her finger in me, just a bit and swished that soapy finger around in my very tight cavity. That was new for me, Tommy! It tickled and Mr. Clarity giggled as he watched me bounce around in the tub while his wife did this sacred act.

"I stood on my small feet in the water and was still shaky after my little discovery and this arsehole fingering wash. I was wrapped in a towel and lifted out of the tub. Rubbed and rubbed until I was raw and dry. They both did it and I felt warm all over. My clothes were all downstairs and Mrs. Clarity just wrapped me in the towel again and we all walked hand in hand back down the old wooden steps. My small bare feet now as clean as a whistle and not messing up the clean floors.

"I felt good all over and I still was naked under the towel. And cheeky me, I got to the base of the stairs and just let the big towel drop. It was still warm enough and I sauntered away and explored the living room, naked as could be.

"'Silly us, I knew he'd not need a cover! Just look at our nature boy!' Mrs. Clarity said as I knelt up on a low window seat couch and gazed out the big window, my small clean pink feet dangling off and my arse pointing inward and the rest of me on show through the lace curtains. I felt very comfortable in their home and I knew I'd be in it lots and never need to be dressed. Another place to be Natural Noodle and never have to worry.

"The lemonade was served in the front room and I sat naked and sandwiched between the two old dears on the big couch with my small bare feet scarcely able to touch the old carpet on the floor. The first visit went by so quickly I hated to see it end. Rosie knocked on the front door, I sort of knew she'd come by and fetch me.

"I raced to the door, threw it open and stood naked to greet her-legs wide and feet planted and arms crossed!

"Rosie launched in and grabbed me in a big hug. She liked to do that especially if I was busy being Natural Noodle. She carted me into the front room as best she could as I was not an easy passenger as I loved to wriggle about. She put me down and I raced around the room like a mad thing. The frolicking indoors was done with care so not break any of the nice things they had on display.

"Bossy Rosie, still decked out in school uniform, attempted to pinch my backside several times as I zipped by her on my little frolics around the coffee table. The older pair just sat and laughed at my naked antics. I think I wore myself out trying to impress them!

"My clothes were fetched and I was made to sit down on the front hall chair by the umbrella stand and begin to dress…old boxer underwear first and so on. I hated getting dressed; it had been fun to be so free and naked. I slowly pulled on my now aired long green school socks, held my foot high for all to inspect and wiggled my toes before the assembled audience…who watched while giving humorous remarks at my slow speed. Mrs. Clarity playfully grabbed my small socked toes and tickled them fondly as I held up each foot for approval…she so loved to tease and make me smile!

"Rosie was happy my naked afternoon had not left me filthy and the bath was much appreciated. The couple explained I was welcome to play and bath there anytime I wished; I was not any trouble to them. I smiled at this! Once my shoes were on and my books in my arms, we moved to the front porch to leave.

"'Rosie, our very own Natural Noodle has made a little personal discovery. He now understands how to clean himself…down there!' Mr. Clarity added proudly as we moved down the path. Rosie shouted a thank you over her shoulder.

"I waved and shouted I'd be back and they smiled fondly at me waving wildly.

"'So, you can clean your own little noodle. Well, it's about time.' She chided as we walked.

"'I can pull the skin all the way back, it feels funny but I can. And I get an unusual tingle too.' I said shyly.

"Typical bossy, all knowing, and curious big sister Rosie grabbed my arm and whispered. 'I'll bet, you naughty thing. I've heard about that "tingle" boys get from my friends at school lunch break. I'll give you a tingle!' She hissed and she started to tickle me all over, I nearly dropped my homework books.

"We ran all the way home."

My dad was exhausted telling me the tale and needed to get off to sleep himself. I was kissed goodnight and lay wondering and dreaming of him. My naked hero!

Bossy big sister Rosie, those hands-on the Claritys and many others helped my daddy to bloom and find his special private 'buttons'. As a matter of fact, several days later daddy picked up that very story at the point where he and Rosie got home that late afternoon just after that first visit to the Clarity house and even though a few days had gone by since I heard part one, part two began with daddy not missing one beat!

Big sister Rosie, my boisterous auntie, had no intention of letting daddy have all the fun finding his first real private body 'button'! Oh, no…Bossy big sister Rosie had some of her own ideas!

Chapter Four
Bossy Big Sister Rosie Explores Her Little Brother

I certainly never forgot the first bath at the Clarity house story daddy told me when I was so young.

I knew there was more to that day, the day Bossy Big Sister Rosie met him and walked him home…I knew she being the type of person she was had more in store for my young daddy when he was five. And my mind was so juvenile I did not know exactly what, but I knew it involved my daddy and his boy-noodle and being naked! I just knew it.

And now a look at a typical night from my childhood at that time of hearing these stories. You'll notice daddy really allowed me full expression of my budding foot and sock fetish. Thank goodness. I needed daddy's feet so badly back then!

Mum was out one night that week at a church or PTA meeting and I had finished playing in my room and was bored. Daddy sat, his delicious socked feet propped on the footstool and watching some inane TV quiz show with an after dinner drink in one hand. Daddy's work was getting more involved and younger men were now coming along in the office…daddy had to really fight to stay on top. He drank a bit more…all the dads did in the 60's and 70's. He was still gorgeous and fit but his usual one to two drinks had become three or four.

I used this time to have chats with daddy. Up in my room or in his chair if mum was off elsewhere…our time was priceless. We communed and I always wanted to hear about his life in those golden olden days!

Daddy was always ready to switch off the TV and sip that last drink of the night and talk to me.

The booze made him less careful, more open-if that was even possible and ready to spill the beans on all things past, present and future. Was I taking advantage of him? Yes, I was. I was always wilful and precocious but now in this 'ever expanding phase' of my growing years…I was really on form! Daddy was mine and digging into all things 'natural noodle' was thrilling.

Now as all male readers may garner, the stories had a more arousing effect on me as I heard them…I actually felt a need to sit a certain way as to conceal my now very visible excitement. Daddy knew, he saw…no doubt…I could barely contain that need to actually feel the wonder that I had 'down there' and daddy's words, well, they had an impact….a big impact! I had that same light-headed feeling, the heart still raced and now…a throbbing pulsing stiffness. Could my knees get any weaker as I drank in all daddy said? Lucky for me, we sat and I could be safe from surely tumbling over and fainting dead away as I knew penis play could produce in me.

I moved on my socked feet from my room upstairs and found daddy and looked at him.

Tonight I wanted to know the rest of that first bath at the Clarity tale. I knew the more delicate parts of daddy's sexual awakening were being held back until now…and I had to get the full story. Yes, I had only just begun school myself but I was catching on!

"Daddy, I want to ask you something." I said placing myself cross-legged by his footstool, my hands playfully rubbing those beloved dark socked feet. The smell of stress and work filled my nose…my eager boy-cock jumped. All parts of me were receiving signals.

"Oh, Tommy. I know that tone, you need money." Daddy joked. His moustache still looking good as he smiled and soon a beard would be tried to add to the look of the day…it was the 60's!

"No, not money. Information. I need to know stuff." I added looking at him, eye to eye.

"Oh, sexy stuff. I know that look in your eyes, my boy!" He laughed.

I rubbed his heel, slowly and with purpose. Relax, I rubbed into him…relax and talk.

Daddy did.

"I am bigger now- I go to school now (kindergarten seemed huge) and I want to know what Rosie and you got up to that night after the first bubble bath at the Clarity's house. I know Auntie Rosie said stuff about boys and tingles. What did you two do?" I said now working his socked arch with long strokes. The sweaty thin material felt glorious to me.

Daddy took a big swig of his whiskey. He rested the glass on the coaster on the nearby table. I knew the fourth drink was making his judgement less than perfect. BINGO!

"Well, there are many things I never did tell you. You were too young. You are older now and savvier. You are also watching too much late night TV. You know a great deal. So I will tell you what you want to know. Mum's out. You seem keen." Daddy said lying back in his comfy chair, his blue eyes glazed and already moving back in time.

My growing fingers rubbed his tired socked feet; I listened as I drank in his manly smells and my own emerging manhood bobbed and throbbed inside my blue jeans. I was listening and seeing, the voyeur was truly watching my young daddy and his sister at work…searching for those mysterious buttons.

Daddy spoke slowly.

"That day was wonderful for me and I knew by the way Bossy Rosie was tickling me with her sharp fingernails and her dark eyes flashing with intent…I knew she was up to something and my young mind was filled with boyish delights. Rosie was all powerful to me, Tommy. I would do anything to please her. My sister, my replacement mother and my buddy…Rosie was my everything.

"We tickled and ran and screeched like loons as we raced back to our home. My own father would be late and we had a little time before we ate. He'd be home and expect us to be ready to eat and then to do our homework and then go to bed. We had a rigid life when he came home.

"Tommy, I really had no idea why but I felt all giddy and silly and daring. I'd been naked all afternoon with the Claritys and just felt I could do even more. The Natural Noodle was not done for that day. He wanted more. All nearly four feet of my scraggly self was feeling as tall as a telegraph pole! My small feet raced along behind Rosie, she was literally dragging me home by one arm. I nearly dropped my books.

"We arrived."

The ever precocious me pushes daddy further, I rub those blessed feet of this man I love.

"You knew at that moment you'd be naked with her, for her? You knew it daddy as you got pulled into the house?" I say rubbing and rubbing his big feet and trying to conceal my very stiff member below the footstool side as I crouch there.

Daddy sips his drink again, it's nearly gone…do I top it up I ask myself. No, he's already had enough; he's sailing back in time on waves of whiskey. I wait and he resumes the story.

"Oh, I knew Tommy. I was still young and Rosie still very undeveloped and naive but I knew I was getting naked for her. I wanted to. I needed to. The big old door slammed shut and she looked at me wildly. Her big black hair all messy and windswept.

"'Come on, your bedroom, quick.' She said grabbing my arm again and pulling me headlong up the staircase.

"My feet nearly tripped on the old wooden steps as we made our way up and into my little bedroom. No bigger than a box room and filled with a small desk for school work, my single bed and my dresser. That's it. Small with one window facing out back. Rosie pushed me onto my bed and the old springs made me bounce as it squeaked and squawked from my young body weight. Rosie still in her school uniform looked matronly as she looked out the window. No father in sight. Good.

"She grabbed my homework books and tossed them on my desk for later.

"'Well, show me. Show me that little noodle and what you can do with your skin. Quick, father will be home and he'll expect me in the kitchen getting our meal heated up, the one Miss Hillman has left for us tonight. Come on Reggie, strip and show me, be Natural Noodle for me!' Rosie demanded as she stood over my bed looking down at me.

"'Strip, yes Rosie!' I said almost without missing a beat. But I knew father would not be long in arriving home and I was so excited to show her my ability to pull back my skin, to retract it all the way. A sensation you will never have Tommy. But I was ready to show off what the Claritys had shown me.

"'I'll help you strip, come on.' Rosie bellowed in her way, you know that way Tommy your auntie can make a big sound like a cow in heat. And she grabbed me and began to strip me naked.

"I know now she was getting close to being a woman, her newly emerging hormones were working hard back then and she was excited by all things bodily. I had no idea but I sensed a rush and purpose in all she did with me from that day on. Her eyes were opening though we were both just so innocent in so many ways but she was pushing out, confused, desirous and inexperienced….but so curious about boys and men and other girls too. She was awakening.

"I felt completely swept along by her fervour. I always am and Rosie knew it – and knows it still, Tommy. Your auntie is very amazing and yes, she is my sister and yet not my sister. It's complex.

"Papa, as we called our father, would be home soon. Rosie was not going to let that stop her investigating my newly found talent of full skin retraction on my noodle."

I kept rubbing daddy's feet but interjected. "He might be mad if he caught you naked with Rosie. And weren't you scared? It was risky."

Daddy still lay with his eyes looking far away.

"Everything Rosie and I did was risky. Papa, he was so beyond caring. Rosie was my world. And I was still so young at that moment, just your age now – five. Tommy, you know much more than I did back then on the day of that first bath at the Clarity's. I loved being naked, I was Natural Noodle and still am but I felt no shame. Rosie wanted me naked and I would get naked. And if papa walked in, he walked in. It did not scare me. Rosie was more cautious. Papa and his feelings meant nothing to me. It's sad, sweet Tommy but true. I hardly knew this man I called papa.

"So I stripped fully with Rosie tugging and pulling my school clothes off my smaller body. She was bigger and stronger than I and it felt wonderful to be stripped by her. My shoes got yanked off, laces not untied, shirt and sweater vest pulled and tugged. My short trousers and boxers…dragged over my small feet and then each long green woollen knee-sock was slid over my tickly pink toes. Rosie always grabbed at my wiggly toes, everybody seemed to…everybody tickled me then and now!

"Naked and natural I sat on my bed, breathless from the frenetic strip we both achieved on me.

"Rosie, laughing and breathing heavily, dropped my socks into the heap on the floor of all my now discarded school clothes.

"'Done, my Natural Noodle, naked top to toes. Now kneel up and show me.' She said sitting on my bed.

"I drew myself up unsteadily on my bed and knelt on my knobby knees and faced my smiling sister. My noodle at her breast level and only inches from her as she sat so close to me.

"Tommy, I must tell you, she made a little comment to me that I found enlightening. I was so innocent.

"'Reggie, you must have a bigger noodle than any one of the boys in your class. The size alone plus the extra skin on top. I am sure you are the biggest in the lower classes. I heard older boys talking and I know they always compare…well they say they do anyway. I bet you are the biggest in your group. My brother Natural Noodle with the biggest noodle of your bunch! I am sure my friends will agree when I show you off to them again!' She said peering knowingly at my noodle as it stuck out from my still hairless body and hung like a small seahorse riding a fleshy peach-fuzzy pouch.

"I loved thinking that my big sister and her gaggle of friends would enjoy seeing me naked and admiring my extra special noodle. That made me feel ten feet tall or more!

"So, I showed Rosie my new skill. I used my thumb and finger to roll back the tight extra long skin over the pink little knob inside…just the tip at first, which I always did and then…all the way back. The air hitting the sensitive hidden flesh felt so tingly again all around the exposed head, just like earlier at the Clarity's. Tommy, there it was…my entire little knob, pink and outrageously sensitive, fully on display and seen by Rosie for the first time. The mysterious little knob hidden away was revealed in my bedroom for Rosie and she just stared. Mouth open, eyes wide.

"'Did that hurt? Will it go back, the skin I mean?' She stammered as she sat looking almost shocked.

"'It is fine, Rosie! Really! See.' And with that I proudly rolled my long silky skin back over.

"She giggled and laughed.

"'I heard about this from other girls at lunch break at school but I never imagined it…like this. I mean, who knew the whole thing really goes back…all the way! And that rounded knob part you have, sticks out so much; it's so pinkish and smooth with that little pee slit on top just like an eye. It's rather funny looking but fascinating as well. My fingers sort of felt it when I washed you, but I never knew it looked like that! Do it again!'

"So I smiled and gave an encore performance, I did the same exact fluid motion with my fingers on the long foreskin over and back again. Rosie just gaped. I loved her complete attention all focussed on my noodle, it was so exciting!

"But Tommy, Rosie was ten years old and she heard things on the playground the older students talked about and giggled about. Her womanly change was almost upon her, I was aware her chest seemed to be getting little 'boobs' or breasts. Not big ones, but I saw changes.

"Our time that night was so rushed; we each could have spent hours in this bliss of my self- discovery. There was Rosie asking and encouraging me to roll the skin back and forth, over and over, as she watched, fixated and giggling with glee. And me, her Natural Noodle little brother, so willing to show all!

"But Tommy, as you must be aware; a young male can only roll the skin back and forth so much until…well… until!"

I stopped rubbing daddy's socked foot, the left one was getting my full massage attentions and my own youthful manhood was actually thrumming in my jeans as I took in this tale of self-discovery with big bossy sister Rosie and my young daddy. My voice broke his reverie.

"Daddy, until? Until what?" I damn well knew what he meant and he was so classy he dare not be so brash. I may have been still young but I knew about erections, my own throbbing away hidden by the footstool was proof of that! But I always pushed daddy…the controller, me!

Daddy looked down at me, but his reddish golden haired head still rested on the chair back.

"Oh, you cheeky boy! You like to get every juicy thing about me! I was young and I was innocent and this foreskin of mine going over and over against the sensitive inner knob, well, I'd not been so aggressive with myself before- ever! AND it produced a slight change, shall I say, in my noodle's outward appearance. Rosie shrieked with hysterics as my little noodle…grew a bit suddenly."

I laughed as well. I had to and so did daddy as he thought back to that moment. But I also nearly toppled over as I knelt by daddy's beloved feet. I loved daddy naked but daddy….aroused in front of others? BLISS! I loved that! Young daddy had everybody wanting him naked…and maybe aroused! I had to hear all these tales now, all of them in every detail. Nothing omitted, ever!

"So, this helped you find a 'button'…your noodle's knob, a very special button? Am I right?" I asked returning to my foot rubbing actions.

Daddy laughed again.

"Too right! I think it was the first personal button I located and I knew it right then. The tingle sensations were very appealing to me as I rolled the skin back and forth. The knob was so delicate and almost electric. The more I rolled the foreskin, the more my knees shook!

"Rosie hooted. 'Reggie, you silly noodle…you are tingling all over. I told you I'd make you tingle. Feel good?'

"I stopped rolling the skin; my noodle had been 'enlarged' before, but not like this and not with someone else watching. The whole thing was so amazing! And Rosie was sitting in front of my bigger noodle and bouncing around like a fool. I had the skin over the top again and it, my noodle, began to soften.

"'I heard about this too, at school, but I never have seen it. It's like magic! I could watch all day. Wait until my friends see this! You'll let us see?' Rosie's big eyes pleaded up at me as I still knelt and was almost falling over from the excitement.

"'Sure, you can all see. You wanna touch it?' I asked…and Tommy I mean I asked with innocence and complete naïveté."

I broke in. "Naiva-what?"

"It means I did not have sex on the brain. I really meant she and her friends could see my noodle and witness its tricks and touch it- if they wished and I did not have any other reasons in mind other than being the focus of some much loved attention." Daddy said with a serious face.

"I understand, but Rosie must have realized that all that 'attention' might be sexy and fun?" I ventured.

"Your auntie Rosie has always been sexy and you see it today when she comes to visit. BUT at that point she was still young and I truly think it was all about learning and discovering…not sex! Nothing dirty, pure curiosity, just natural…like me…Natural Noodle!"

"So did she touch you?" I asked pointedly.

"Oh, Tommy. TOMMY! I should stop telling you this. You must not focus on certain acts, focus on meanings!" Daddy said in a slightly exasperated way.

I closed my mouth for fear of daddy clamming up and stopping this amazing tale of sexual discovery he and Rosie shared.

"To answer your question, NO. Not that night. Papa came home. We heard the front door slam. Our magical moment ended. Rosie dare not, race down and meet him. She kissed my cheek and slapped my naked arse for fun.

"'Get dressed, you silly noodle. I have a game to play with you after school sometime soon. My friend Franny and her little brother play it. I want them to play it with us. You can be all natural noodle in the game. Would you like it?' She asked moving to my door as I fell onto my back and moved to find my around the house clothes in the dresser drawer.

"'Sure, I know Franny's little brother, he's one class above me. I'd love to play a game I can be naked in. Sure.' I said as I found my boxers on the floor."

I asked daddy. "So did your papa find you naked that night?"

"Not that night, but he did and that's another story." Daddy said rocking his feet back and forth on the footstool.

"Did you play that game…with Franny and her little brother?" I asked hopefully.

"OH did we! Many times. Many times!" Daddy said grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"Well, what game? Tell me." I demanded in my 'Tommy the spoiled brat' way.

"It was called hospital" Daddy said cheerfully.

"Oh, you mean you played silly old doctor…that's for babies." I said crestfallen.

"Oh, Tommy. Do you think your auntie Rosie played lame games? Give me strength. In her version with Franny…us poor boys were on the exam table and Rosie was the wicked surgeon and Franny her wacky helper. Like Igor in Frankenstein." Daddy said giggling and his moustache twitched so sweetly.

"Tell me, tell me." I pleaded over and over.

"Not tonight, but I will someday. I promise." Daddy said sagely.

"Daddy, did you get to be Natural Noodle in Rosie's hospital game?" I asked for a little preview of coming attractions.

"Tommy, after what Rosie and I were up to in my bedroom that night…do you think she'd let me stay a clothed victim to her mad doctor routines?" Daddy said moving now to look at me directly.

I moved to cover my tented blue jeans crotch from his new position above me.

"I think getting you naked was definitely part of her game! If I know Auntie Rosie, I bet she did more than that!" I said with my legs now tightly crossed on the carpet-hiding my arousal which was beyond my control.

And I was right. Big bossy sister Rosie loved playing games that involved my daddy getting completely naked and possibly…aroused!

That night, as so many while growing up, I found myself alone in bed and thinking about my daddy. I wanted to be him, odd, but true. I found his younger years so free of stodgy conventions and fears about 'bad people' who might be lurking to snatch you away. My world of the 60's and early 70's was full of truly horrific stories about the innocent being snatched away and all that scary stuff. I longed for daddy's golden olden times of his youth.

I lay thinking and imagining my daddy, just my age back then and full sexual self discovery. And knowing he shared his body freely with his crazy delightful big bossy sister, my auntie Rosie…Ro, as dad called her now. And that she got him to be naked in many situations involving her curious friends from school; that really thrilled me. And, so many ands, that daddy also branched out to others like the Claritys…adults and older people who appreciated him being, the daring and delicious Natural Noodle. All at such an early part of his life. How amazing and freeing! How self-confident! My young mind was full of wonder.

Daddy's early days at school were full of thrills and frolicsome lazy afternoons. I loved hearing all about them and knowing I could hear the full story…no 'bits' left out. I LOVED that!

That night daddy came in late to say goodnight. Mum had returned and he was ready for bed. I was still semi-awake.

"Daddy, can I ask you something private?" I said with a sleepy voice as my silken robed daddy bent to kiss me goodnight.

"You ask me nothing but private questions lately. Of course. You know you can." Daddy said with a grin.

"When you knew that rolling your foreskin back and forth over your noodle…I mean your penis top- the head part, well, was a button for pleasure…did you…you know…did you?" I stammered. I was actually embarrassed.

"Tommy, I brought you up better than that. Speak clearly. Did I play with myself? Masturbate?" He said that and I hid under my covers. Such graphic words…I was thrilled and nervous!

"Don't be ashamed! Ever! Pleasuring myself and you pleasuring yourself and mum, too…we all do it. Men and women of all ages and you must just enjoy it, it's part of life! And once you can do it, you can show others how to pleasure you. And yes, that moment with Rosie, well, it opened my eyes. I know I liked to touch myself before that day but the full rolling back and forth of the silky long foreskin over the head…it was very new. I was curious to try it more." Daddy said turning to go.

I peeped out and looked at him.

"Did you? Try it more?"

Daddy smiled and began to close my door.

"What do you think? We'll pick this up again when it's not so late at night, OK?"

The door shut but he left the usual crack…I still needed a bit of light at night.

I knew daddy must have then played with himself more after what he and Rosie discovered…I knew it. And I knew he shared that discovery with many others to enjoy visually and by allowing touching by others…I knew it and could not wait for more time to hear about daddy's early life.

My own emerging manhood sprung up and called to me. I was alone in the semi-dark and I knew it was right, it was normal and it was just like my daddy. My hands moved down and enjoyed what they found waiting…and I knew it was OK!

Chapter Five
Little Reggie Branches Out

Sharing your private life and the very vivid memories of your daddy is a huge task, especially when you have so much to say and reveal. This memoir project has been so exciting and worthwhile. I know daddy would be pleased to see his many early naked and erotic experiences recorded for others to enjoy and take in.

The tale of my Auntie Rosie watching my young proud daddy fully retract his foreskin was a bit of a watershed for him and also for me. These early adventures of 'Natural Noodle' happened when daddy was still in the early years of his schooling. I was becoming aware that all my voyeurism had 'other' meanings and those meanings were now beginning to propel me into finding out all I could to satiate a growing hunger inside me…a hunger I found exhilarating. My loins were now actually sending messages to my brain and I dare say, I was so ready to hear more about my daddy's younger exploits and let those become the mind images of many a lazy afternoon behind my closed bedroom door!

I was changing day by day. Daddy knew, mum knew. But some things never changed for me, the need to listen, to see and to know…all things sexual! So finding time to get my daddy alone and hear about what my bossy Auntie Rosie had planned for her dear little brother was on my mind night and day.

I kept imagining my bold, brassy auntie playing this hospital game with her two friends and naked, nubile and smooth bodied five year old daddy being the centre of attention. My head kept playing out what that would have looked like. Young leggy daddy, young stroppy Rosie and her two eager friends…I found myself hard…down there all the time whenever these thoughts popped into my head and they popped in lots!

The very idea of young naked daddy being 'played with' by eager big sister Rosie and her mates just sent my newly awakened mind into serious overdrive. I needed to hear more…and I did not have to wait very long!

It was one of those lazy Saturday afternoons that I was lying on my bed, sneakers kicked off and dark socked feet twiddling along my bedspread as I imagined my 'natural noodle' daddy being handled by this gaggle of keen-eyed youthful groupies that daddy tapped on my door in his chirpy way. I had my hand crammed down inside my weekend blue jeans, feeling my still smooth and highly aroused self. My eyes had been shut and I'd been using mental images gleaned from old family albums to help me create visuals for what daddy and Rosie would have looked like back in their school days.

The gentle knock made me jump, as much as I loved catching daddy naked and sexually aroused…I was not in the mindset just then of being seen with my hand down my trousers…not yet anyway. I would crave being naked with daddy and others soon – but it takes a little more time as you will see.

I pulled out a slightly aromatic hand, the sensitive area under my tight peach fuzzy ball-sack had a lovely sweaty quality…and I found this musky moistness fascinating and licked my playful fingers clean as I voiced, "Come in."

Nobody barged in on me, my room was my sanctum and both mum and dad agreed this long before I ever needed the all important…personal privacy!

"Can I come in?" Daddy said pushing open the door a crack and his handsome mid-40's head popped in and smiled my way.

The wavy reddish golden hair having that less than perfect look of a weekend but still attractive no matter how ruffled it might be. That moustache of his still a feature I adored.

"Come in, sit here!" I said noting my little cock bulge and wondering if it would be noticed by daddy. I smoothed a place with my hand alongside me on my small bed. Daddy walked over dressed in light casual trousers and a pullover top…his sexy feet clad in a handsome pair of argyle socks. I can still see the blue and red diamond pattern all over his large size 11 feet as he plodded delicately over to my bed.

My newly found obsession of laying on my bed, door shut and playing gently with my 'hidden friend' while thinking about 'natural noodle' daddy and his youthful days was now a favourite pastime when not spying or listening in on 'adult' matters. Daddy probably knew much of this but was not going to embarrass me. Daddy remained the mainstay of all things sexual in my head for years!

"We are on our own for a few hours today. Saturday is one of your mum's favourite days to be elsewhere of late." He somewhat confessed as he lay back sharing my pillow stack with me. His big socked feet sat next to my much smaller feet and I could not help but feel a leap inside my jeans as I looked upon those sculptured socked feet I loved so very dearly. My cock was not all that big yet, but I was experiencing the newly awakened delights of hardness and yearning. The pieces were all falling into place in my understanding of the sexual world in regards to self-knowledge and beyond!

My eyes fixated upon his lovely high curved arch, so attractive in those blue and red diamonds all over his slender, manly feet.

"Daddy, tell me more…about you and Auntie Rosie." I said pushing my feet against his at the bottom of my bed.

"You know so much, Tommy!" Daddy said almost in a teasing sort of way.

"You know, the more detailed stuff…like the hospital game. After you showed Rosie your foreskin going back all the way." I said trying to be coy and failing miserably.

"I know what you mean, Tommy. I have a feeling you will be grilling me like this for the next few years or longer!" Daddy said looking at me with those twinkling playful blue eyes of his.

Laying side by side on that lazy Saturday was the first of so many times we'd share moments just like this…and I drank in all he said, word for word.

"So you want to know more about Franny and her brother and the hospital game we played back then?" Daddy asked slowly.

"And Rosie…she was there." I added as if he did not know.

"Oh, Ro was there…by heavens, she was the boss! And we all jumped at her commands, even Franny who was her age!" Daddy said laughing in reverie.

Now I felt a need to quiz him in a more sexual way…I was growing bolder and my own hungers drove me to push the boat out often. My little friend inside my jeans thrummed away like a tom-tom.

"Daddy, did you play with yourself much after the time you showed Rosie your foreskin pulling back and before you played the hospital game?" I asked looking up at the ceiling for safety.

The afternoon light filtered into my room and made patterns all over the ceiling which I watched as I heard daddy giggle at my rather bold enquiry.

"You mean did I actually masturbate after that…use the right words, Tommy." Daddy said with love.

"Well, did you…masturbate?" I said…and it felt good to use that word.

Daddy began his stroll down this sexual memory lane and I just flowed along…seeing it all in my head. And loving it!

"Well, Tommy, after showing Ro my foreskin trick – as I called it, there was some time before our first game of hospital with Franny and her little brother. Mind you, I was not aware fully of the whole sex thing, I was very innocent and highly curious and keen to show off, Natural Noodle…that was me. Ro was more sexually aware being those five years older and she was only just starting to bud, her breasts were coming but small still."

These images of young daddy and budding Auntie Rosie filled my head, my little friend beat like a drum inside my trousers and I rubbed my smaller feet up against daddy's warm bigger ones as he spoke. The world seemed so perfect…so serene and yet sexual…yes, for me it was now sexually charged too as I heard all daddy said.

I had to ask, "Daddy, did you see Rosie's buds before they were big boobs?"

Daddy stopped talking and laughed.

"Of course, I was curious too. But I did not see them for a bit. It was another game we played when I saw her various parts and her friends as well…but that is another story."

"Oh, OK. So…tell me more about what you did alone before the hospital game." I said pulling the conversation back to where I craved it to be.

Daddy rubbed my foot back with his in our footsy game way and carried on.

"I did want to find out more on my own. Ro opened the door and I wanted to know as much as I could…in a very beginner's innocent sort of way. Pleasure is pleasure…no matter how young I was and I wanted to discover my 'buttons' or triggers as soon as possible. I am still discovering, you never stop. Your body and its buttons are a gift!"

The way daddy spoke, so unashamed and free, well, it lifted me and my desire to know all…I was able to say anything!

Daddy shut his eyes, I now turned slightly and faced him and just watched his handsome face in the afternoon light as he carried on.

"Papa came home that night as you know. But my own mind was on my little discoveries of the day. The bath at the Clarity's house, the foreskin rolling back and forth and at the pleasure I found in moving that skin up and down…the hardness it created. All through our meal that night I saw Ro looking at me, winking…she knew I had new feelings and curiosities. She knew I'd be playing 'down there' as soon as the light was out in my bedroom. Papa would have spanked me for those thoughts, but Ro and I knew better! Our bodies were ours and for us and anyone we wanted to share them with.

"I recall helping papa clear up as if I had ants in my pants, Ro giggling and poking at me. I think that may have encouraged me more than if she'd not been around; I loved to please her and to show off. She knew it. We always spent time in the front room with papa before bed, he read the paper and we sat around.

"Ro sat opposite me that night; I can still picture her…those eyes drilling into me. I knew she had power, I was still so young but I felt a stirring in me and down there, my noodle knew she was the boss!

"When papa dismissed us for bed, we raced up the stairs. Her longer legs beat me, I was leggy but she was bigger!

"Tommy, we got up to the top and she pushed me into my room.

"'Quick, show me again before papa comes up.' She said breathlessly. The room was lit by my little table lamp and in a blur of youthful excitement I pulled low my trousers and yanked down my old boxer shorts and the lot fell around my ankles. Much to Ro's delight and my surprise, all that poking and staring at me had worked its charms and my silky noodle was enlarged slightly, it rose up just a bit from my fuzzy little sack…the long foreskin was still all over the top and came to its pouty point of tiny fleshy folds all met up in a bunch. The top of my long foreskin was and still is very soft and silky. But my noodle was slightly curved upward and looked like a crooked finger pointing at Ro's knees. She clucked pleasantly and knelt before me, as if in homage. I was her life-size boy dolly and she was very much into finding out all!

"I stood hairless, apart from my mop of reddish locks atop my head and some fuzzy tiny hairs on my scrotum, and just waited…my knees trembling. What would she do?"

My own heart raced and I knew daddy must have felt the bed quaking in little rushes as I lay next to him…I could see it all, and I felt as daddy did. Anticipation of who knew what…but it was good! He smiled and shook his head.

"This is good for you Tommy, shows you it's safe to explore if you trust the ones you are with and they mean you no harm. Ro, was safe…aggressive and pushy but safe and very curious!

"Rosie knew she was expected to be in bed and did not want to be spanked and so she said quietly, 'Go on, roll back the skin. Your noodle's already getting bigger!'

"I proudly reached over with one hand and nimbly fingered back the flowing skin over the slightly stiff penis…noodle, as you love to say, and my little pink knob popped into view. My noodle also bobbed up just a bit in response-like it said hello to Rosie or goodnight as the case was.

"'It's so perfect! I love your noodle and so will all my friends.' She promised and made her escape from my room as quietly as she could. I stood and looked at myself; I looked down at my noodle and then looked at my reflection in the mirror over my bureau and saw what Rosie saw. My slightly stiff noodle did look perfect, its little pink knob almost glowing in my lamp light. I liked my pint-sized lanky naked body and I felt so good about sharing it. I was getting bigger all the time but I had a long way to go. But maybe my noodle was the biggest in my class…I'd have to find out."

I giggled. "Daddy I love the way you did not care who saw you naked. I think that's cool!"

Daddy smiled.

"You must be proud of who you are. Always. You, me, all of us. I liked my body, still do and love that others do as well. I pulled of my clothes and put on my PJ's and went to bed that night. I think my noodle stayed a bit hard. I did pull the skin back and forth and that made me not very sleepy, so I stopped for fear of being spanked by papa. I went to sleep. My noodle safe and sound.

"The next few days I seemed to find reasons to have my trousers down around my ankles."

I burst in, "Really? Why? Did you get caught?"

Daddy rubbed my socked toes with his and laughed.

"Oh, Tommy…so curious! Yes, as a matter of fact I did. I was keen to just look at the skin as it rolled back and forth in my new way of doing it and I also liked the effect it had on me, weak knees and a wobbly tummy as my little cock-knob was stimulated in this rather full-on way by the motion of the skin – back and forth – over and over. But my noodle, as you love to call it, got bigger each time. The newness of these extra special erections was thrilling, really! My penis had not felt this excited before and I wanted to explore it often…and without interruptions. I did not care if others saw me or joined me…but I did not want to have to put my noodle away!

"So a day or two after the Rosie show time, I found myself at lunchtime at school alone in the outdoor toilets. The old toilets had open marble urinals against one wall and a few stalls with no doors on the other with pull chain loos. I just sort of took over the last stall and intended to spend the whole 30 minutes or so alone in there…discovering the joys of a fully retracting foreskin. The lunch breaks were all the younger children first, older ones later. The young ones were out and most were playing in the field. I heard a few boys come and go, having a wee in the open urinals. They did not walk all the way back and see me with my boxers and short school trousers around my socked ankles leaning on the stall wall.

"I was alone until I heard another sound of pee splashing on the marble and I peeped out and saw a bigger boy…about two years older but still in the younger section of school. He had his back to me and I could just see his golden pee splashing on the urinal wall. He was taller than I and bigger built, hefty I would say. I did not know him by name. He had black curly hair and his school knee socks looked a bit worn and droopy as he had his wee.

"I was so busy watching him that I forgot myself and really pulled the foreskin back a bit far. My noodle was somewhat hard again in my hand and I yelped loudly as at it made me feel a sharp pain – a new pain. And it startled me so and made me cry out. That noise startled the older boy and he spun around and quickly put his penis away in his button trouser fly. He looked at me, trousers down and my noodle in my hand and smiled.

"'I know you, your Rosie's little brother.' He said quietly and walked over to me.

"My eyes were filled with tears. I had hurt myself.

"He was about half a foot taller than I and had a handsome round face.

"'I was doing something and pulled too hard.' I said sheepishly.

"The boy looked down at my noodle. He laughed.

"'I can tell. And you really should be more careful. A teacher could walk in. Here, push back.'

"He pushed me gently further inside the stall and knelt down. He looked at my noodle carefully and examined what he could see.

"'Well, you'll live! Just don't pull so hard. The skin will be sore where it's connected but it will feel better soon. You look a bit stiff. Playing in here long?' He asked still kneeling and staring intently.

"My small hand moved away from my enlarged noodle and it stood out from me like a little proud flag pole. The pink head all exposed and bright with a flushed excitement greeted my guest full on.

"'Not too long. I was having fun…until I pulled too hard. I don't mind being caught.' I said boldly.

"'I heard they call you "Natural Noodle". Is that because you are not shy about being naked, like this?' He asked never meeting my eyes but looking at my little engorged noodle.

"'Yup. That's me. Rosie calls me that. I'm Reggie. You can call me Noodle if you want. What's your name?'

"'Stan, or Stanley. I like Stan. What exactly are you doing?' He asked not budging from his knees.

"'This.' I said and I put my small hand back on my semi-hard noodle and pulled the skin back up over the pink head and then tenderly back down and so on but I did not pull too hard. It still was sore but I was showing off and I liked that. Tommy, I can assure you I was not feeling overly sexual or acting sexual…I was still very young and innocent. The act was pleasurable, thrilling really but exploratory and I was sharing my body with Stan. Very innocently and he seemed rather taken with what he saw.

"'Some people would call you naughty, you know.' He said, watching and not moving. He seemed to be looking right into my small pee slit as it popped into view with each stroke of the skin, as if addressing a little one-eyed snake.

"'Some people are dumb. I like this. I like showing off naked.' I said proudly and used the foreskin motions almost in a bit of a rhythm now. The pulling created the glorious friction and the friction made me tingle all over and swoon a bit with pleasure. Even my moist toes tingled inside my socks and shoes. Stan watched carefully and saw my noodle move up a bit higher in the air and grow a bit more rigid in my trembling hand.

"'Amazing! I have never seen this up close on another boy. You are pretty big for your age…I mean down here!' Stan corrected himself pointing at my young engorging manhood, nearly touching me right on my noodle tip.

"The whistle blew. Lunch was over.

"'Quick, get that put away. And come on!' He urged as I reluctantly pulled my long foreskin over the very sensitive knob and put my stiff sheathed noodle inside my boxers and did up my trousers.

"'Here. Let me.' And the bigger boy helped me re-button those fussy fly buttons I hated.

"'Thanks. I liked showing you.' I said honestly.

"'You're ok for a younger one. I like you. Gutsy and not shy. Noodle, I like that,' he said as I tucked my school shirt into my trousers and adjusted my sweater vest over the waist.

"We walked to the toilet door.

"'Sometimes I play naked outdoors and indoors. You can come and watch. You want to?' I said hopefully.

"He started to walk away and then turned, 'Yeah. I'd like it. Meet me outside the school someday if you want me to come and watch. OK? Don't tell Rosie!'

"I nodded eagerly and ran off. I felt great. I loved being Natural Noodle and now I had a new playmate and a secret from Rosie!"

Now at this point we were really in new territory. I'd heard many 'Natural Noodle' tales of daddy's youth but this was all new for me that lazy Saturday.

I had to ask, "Why daddy? Why keep it secret from Rosie?"

Daddy just wiggled his socked toes slightly and smiled my way.

"Tommy, Ro was so bossy and I loved her and being her little natural noodle but I also liked to have my own innocent fun too. Stan was older than me and I liked it. He was just the beginning to my branching out and having 'natural noodle' fun and games with others besides my big sister Rosie. I liked the thrilling feeling of having private frolics that Rosie had no idea about."

"But did she find out?" I asked feeling my breathing increasing as I grew a bit fevered by all this early private life of my daddy.

"Well, sometimes she had ways of making me talk…but again that is another set of tales for another time. Ro was skilled at making me do all sorts of things, as you will soon find out. But I felt safe and loved and never worried. And as I said, I never thought of these early days as sexual…just fun. I loved being seen and naked and touched. It felt great! I felt very popular. Stan was just the start of me showing off to my many schoolmates, both girls and boys mind you." Daddy explained slowly.

"You still had no idea why this was kinda sexy? I mean what if a teacher had walked into those toilets? What then? Would you have run off?" I asked still amazed at my young early school aged daddy's moxie!

Daddy rocked his two feet back and forth thoughtfully.

"You know Tommy, I was caught by older students and adults all the time as years went on. But in those early days when I first began at school, I never worried who saw me or if they touched me… I was just so excited in being myself and exploring my body and looking for 'buttons' that I would have really not been bothered even if an adult had walked in. I felt I was not doing anything wrong. I was so relaxed. I was Natural Noodle!"

"Wow. You were brave. I am really so shocked but in a good way. I like it. You know I like your stories of long ago and your young days at school but I like them better with ALL the details filled in! No secrets from me?" I asked rubbing my toes against daddy's warm foot.

"Tommy, never. I shall tell you all you want to know. I have nobody else to pass all this on to. You are my son and I have nothing to hide." Daddy said smiling over at me on the pillow next to him.

I looked at those big argyle clad toes of his and felt a tingle…I was always feeling tingles as daddy spoke of his 'olden days'.

"So what happened next? A visit with Stan or hospital games with Auntie Rosie and her friends?" I asked wanting more.

"Hospital game number one. It was the very next day after I met sweet Stan I think. I barely had time to play with my own noodle before Doctor Rosie got her clutches on me." Daddy giggled.

I wiggled closer to daddy and barely could contain my excitement. I knew the trembling lump inside my jeans would be hard not to see but I cared not, I was enjoying every image daddy was painting for me of his youthful exploits in the early days of his school life. I loved it all.

"So, what happened? What were Franny and her little brother like?" I could not help the questions that spilled from me.

Daddy continued his reverie.

"The next day after school Rosie was waiting outside the youngest classroom area for me and grabbed me by the hand.

"'Come on Noodle! I told Franny and Teddy to meet us by the Clarity house. I'll bet Mrs. Clarity and her husband won't mind us playing hospital there. They said come anytime and bring friends. I think they'll let us use a room in that big old house. Plus it will be more like a hospital having an indoor room rather than some place in the woods.' Ro said pulling me along.

"My school books were in a heap in my arm and I nearly dropped them.

"'Come on!' She galloped ahead in her school dress and clunky black shoes.

"I flew along pumping my lanky strong legs in my leather school shoes and my short trousers as I just let her guide me to the house I knew so well by then.

"I saw the familiar Franny and her brother waiting by the wooden front gate. They looked keen!

"'You know Noodle, he's our star patient today in the hospital,' Rosie said proudly pushing me toward the pair. I happily stood before the brother and sister and looked carefully at them.

"Franny was big like Rosie, meaty and wide. She and Rosie would have been able to wrestle a boy down and tie him up. They were that type of an almost tomboy in boldness. She was also five years older than me and was much taller than I was. Rosie was dark haired but Franny had blonde tight curls all over her head and definitely had small breasts under her school dress, Rosie just had little buds still. Teddy was six years old then and still in the younger year groups at school in another classroom near my own. I'd seen him and never paid him much attention. He was shorter than I was by about 2 inches and was thin and bony. I was thin too, more lanky but my young muscles were filling me out more as I loved playing sports and doing my naked physical fitness routines as often as I could…he just looked thin. He had curly blondish hair too and wore spectacles that made his eyes look huge. His face seemed in a constant scowl. Franny looked interested in me, Teddy looked jealous. He had a sneer-like expression that made me wonder why he came at all to play that day.

"'He's cute Ro, I like him.' Franny beamed and took her soft hand and tousled my reddish golden thick haired head. 'Love his reddish hair, very nice and so muscular for his age.' She added fondly.

"'Just wait 'til you see him naked…he's smooth as a peach with fuzzy bits and a round backside!' Ro added slapping my arse for fun.

"'I play football all the time and do gymnastics, look at my leg muscles!' I said flexing one calf muscle as best I could with a slight bend of my leg.

Franny reached down and gently pinched my wool socked flexed calf in admiration. 'Very fit for a five year old!'

We all laughed except for Teddy. He just looked me all over, assessing me.

"'He looks creepy and I bet I could beat him up.' Teddy said in a sneer-filled voice. He sounded like a high-pitched jungle animal hanging from a tree.

"'Franny, if he wants to be mean, he can go home.' I said in my 'no nonsense' way as I stepped forward and looked into his huge eyes. I did not back down, Tommy. I held my own. He may have been older by one year but I was bigger.

"Franny slapped his arm hard.

"'Teddy, you little toad, be nice. Or you won't see Noodle get naked or play hospital with us.'

"Teddy recoiled from the slap and looked up at her.

"'OK. I wanna see his pee-pee thing. I bet it's really little. He's such a baby.'

"'You better watch out, Teddy. He's bigger than you ever imagined and has tricks he can do. His noodle is amazing!' Rosie added proudly.

"Teddy just smirked at me. I knew he'd be impressed once we got going.

"'Come on. Let's see if we can use a room here to play,' Rosie said and led us up the path to the big front door.

"Mrs. Clarity bright as button opened the door and practically dragged us in. Mr. Clarity too stood by.

"The gang of us young folks stood in the front hallway while Rosie brokered a deal.

"'The play is about a hospital and I play a doctor and Franny plays a nurse and Teddy is…well, around I guess. But Noodle is the patient and has to be examined and maybe operated on. I haven't figured out the ending yet.' Rosie said proudly.

"Mrs. Clarity said firmly, 'No real cutting or hurting! But you can use the upstairs sewing room. I have a small daybed in there which would be grand for a doctor's couch and I have all sorts of fabrics and old clothes in the chest. Use them as costumes. Do you need any props for your play?'

"Rosie assured the Claritys that no real cutting would take place. She was not trained to cut people open yet. And yes, she could use some doctor stuff.

"Mr. Clarity broke in

,'Stuff? You mean tools?'

"Rosie nodded eagerly and before we knew it, she had a box of kitchen odds and ends and we were tramping up the stairs.

"We were shown into the small sewing room and it was lit by afternoon sunlight.

"The room was small but the old textile clad daybed was perfect for our play and so were the bits of fabric and old clothing.

"'Come down for lemonade after you finish. Put all the things back where you find them. And Noodle, I assume you'll be natural…just don't get into any mischief. I don't want you losing any bits today!' Mrs. Clarity said sweetly and she shut the door.

"Franny was in shock.

"'She's so nice. You can play without her bugging you?'

"'Sure. They are great! They are very trusting!' I added.

"'Time to get busy. We have a patient to see to,' Rosie said pulling on a large old shirt of Mr. Clarity's from the chest in the corner. Franny too donned an old smock from the chest to add to the look of the scene.

"Teddy looked over the tools from the kitchen and pulled out a set of tongs used for grasping hot food.

"I am gonna use these on you, on your….what did you call it?' he smirked.

"'My noodle, not my pee-pee, that's baby talk. I call it noodle like me…Noodle!' I said proudly and I also added.

"'And those tong things won't even hurt…I bet you!'

"Teddy laughed, 'We'll see.'

"'Or not!' Rosie added grabbing the tongs.

"'I am the doctor and you are just…who are you in the play?' she asked.

"'He's a patient like me.' I added smiling.

"'No, no!' he barked.

"'Come on, let's get naked.' I said moving to his smaller body as if to grab him.

"'Noooooo.' He wailed and burst into sobs.

"'Now who's the baby?' I said smugly.

"'Never mind, Teddy. I am the naked one. You just play nice!' I said reassuring the blubbering boy.

"Franny kissed my cheek. I was so shocked.

"'You are so nice and very cute. Ro, I wish my little brother were so sweet. I got a creep for a brother.' At this Teddy bit his lip and looked peeved.

"The girls were busy getting the couch and tools ready as Teddy whispered in my ear, 'You'll see, I'll get you, you little twit. I'll make your noodle do tricks.'

"'Just try. Go on. My noodle is amazing. You'll see.' I said proudly to his face.

"Rosie took over.

"'Come, let's get our patient ready for his exam. He needs to be naked. Usually they have a little screen to be behind while you get undressed. Let's use the small closet there.'

"The small little wall closet was just big enough for a single row of clothes and not much was inside as Franny pulled the wooden door open.

"It smelled musty and mothball filled. Old hat boxes lined the upper shelf.

"Franny pushed back the few items on hangers and made space.

"The door of the closet acted like a screen from the daybed where Rosie stood.

"'Perfect, Noodle, you get naked and come out when you are ready and Franny will take your details out here,' Rosie said.

"Franny had moved away and was waving a long measuring tape used for sewing.

"'I'll measure you all over!' She laughed as she and Rosie giggled away while waiting for me.

Teddy and I stood by the closet.

"'Let's get you ready and natural…Noodle man!' Teddy said leering at me.

"I was about to say I was going to strip off when he shoved me into the closet.

"I hit the back wall and landed in the open space between the hanging clothes. The smell of mothballs filled my lungs.

"'Hey, watch it.' I said. Rosie and Franny were still acting silly and had no idea Teddy had taken over the closet area with me.

"'Let's get you naked!' He spat out into my ear and began to pull my school sweater vest up and over my head. His smaller body struggled to do that and I helped. Getting naked was fun and even Teddy was worth impressing with my natural noodle ways."

I was shocked and indignant. I found the very idea astounding that daddy would want to play naked games with this deviant young thing. But deep down secretly, I loved the fact little Teddy was acting like a 'mad scientist' with his big leering eyes, gentle sadistic threats and he wanted to make my daddy squirm back then. Even at my young age then as I heard this, I still found that concept very thrilling!

"Daddy, you let him undress you? That creepy little boy?"

Daddy just laughed.

"Sure! Why not? I am convinced he was just curious and maybe envious too of my more athletic body and my noodle. He needed to see me naked; I could feel it, Tommy. I was not selfish, I had no reason not to share myself with any and all who wanted to see and enjoy me as 'natural noodle'. Tommy, you should be proud of your daddy; I was so young and yet not ashamed of my body at all – ever! Sure I let him strip me! I was actually excited to get naked – not in a sexy way, but in a showing off and free way! Both his big, very nice sister and he wanted me naked, so did Ro! I know little Teddy with his big googly eyes saw my glee; I was trembling with delight all over. His small bony, grubby nailed fingers just grabbed at my school shirt-like claws. And together we just nearly ripped the school clothes off me in that little closet…I was so keen to be Natural Noodle at the hospital!"

The very excitement of young daddy and this googly-eyed boy made me quiver all over too!

Also the fact my young daddy and this boy were the younger ones at school and yet so full zest and curiosity. My Daddy at five years old was truly innocent and just willing to show, be seen, be touched and fully explored! The very game they played was full of jubilant exploration and fanciful role-play. I can recall feeling so elated by this fact as I heard this tale for the first time and it was unedited and raw…no secrets.

My breath kept catching as I waited for more…My sweet daddy at five years old – that adorable scamp 'Natural Noodle' and his first hospital game! Daddy had so much to say! And I was all ears!

And so many other events and special 'natural' moments my growing daddy had back then in those 'olden days' and all will be revealed for you!

Much more of my daddy's early life to come! Comments welcome!

Tom

To Be Continued