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Subject: Watching Daddy (part twenty-two) for gay/ incest Reader Note: This is a love story pure and simple. A loving tribute to a dad from his son. If this offends you- and by that I mean male sexuality in all its fullness, if you are not of legal age, then please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at gmx Please give to Nifty, your support keeps it going! My daddy's early years growing up can be read fty//bisexual/incest/natural-noodle-and-friends Watching Daddy Part Twenty-two: I can see myself standing there in that old clothing shop all those years ago. Daddy walking to the curtained archway that led to the rear, his sleek blue suit coat and matching suit trousers and those polished black leather shoes all on view. And my fit daddy, that reddish golden hair askew from our autumnal Boston walking...six feet of delicious male with a moustache adorning that face, so handsome! And little old Mr. Finestone, standing behind him almost pushing him to the rear of the shop...to the private zone. The grey haired bespectacled man spun on his rather worn old shoes and looked at little me in my warm clothes. "Listen lad, you slip off your winter gear...we might be a while. Can you be a good little lad? Don't come out back, OK?" The old man hissed at me with a grin that actually looked a bit too hungry. "Tony will be a good boy, he'll not move the curtain. Will you?" Daddy said now hovering near entrance to the rear work room. The little old man toddled toward him and looked admiringly up at my tall father with what appeared to be excitement in his eyes. The tailor looked up at handsome daddy for what seemed like ages, his gingery golden short hair glistening in the overhead lights...a few small beads of sweat just cresting on his ruddy forehead. Daddy was warm, I could feel it. Daddy felt slightly self-conscious and, not surprisingly, rather turned on- no doubt...I could see his trouser bulge begin to struggle inside his suit trousers and begged for attention. I was young but I was starting to know what daddy desired and enjoyed! "You are a very lucky man to have a little son. Now what might I show you at a very discounted price? I could easily see you in a tuxedo, sir. Would you indulge me in trying one on? Give me a minute and I shall find a whole wardrobe for you to try on. Just give me a few measurements orally and I shall see what I can do. If you really like what I have selected, it can be altered and perfectly fit for your needs and excellent shape." Mr. Finestone said with an air of dignity and professionalism. Daddy obliged and said, "Oh, Tony would love to see me in a tux. But I may not buy it, really I don't wear one very much, if ever." "Do it daddy, please." I begged. Mr. Finestone laughed in a giddy way and skipped off and about gathering items as my daddy called out his various bodily measurements. I just drooled at the thought of what was about to happen. It was a fantasy come to life! Daddy felt very warm still and he guessed he must look a sweaty mess now after this sudden rush of excitement. I knew at some stage daddy would be called out back to the formal fitting area and the old curtains would be drawn across the archway...but it was so tatty and I knew I could see in, I knew it. I'd be stealthy and play it cool. Just the sweet little boy waiting for daddy, but I'd be watching. "Follow me!" Mr. Finestone said as he moved on- arms full of clothing for daddy and held the curtains aside so my tall daddy could pass through into the rear, the more private region of the shop. The work room also served as the fitting area. All sorts of fabric, pins, scissors and numerous half altered men's items filled much of the space. A set of old sewing machines were against the far wall and the crowning glory was a handsome triple bay of full-length mirrors installed in one corner with a small raised platform in the middle. The square platform caught my attention almost instantly. The surface was covered with a deep red carpet much in the same shade as the curtains covering the entry into the rear section...my naughty mind imagined all the hot men's feet in sexy socks that had stood in that very, slightly worn away place. I thought the worn spaces on the surface just might be in kaynarca escort the shape of a pair of large men's feet. "You wait there Tony, just wait." Daddy said as he moved deeper inside the back space. Mr. Finestone added. "You be a good little fellow and amuse yourself while daddy and I...measure and fit him. He'll show you how he looks after he's all suited up. OK?" He asked. I nodded like one of those little dogs you see on car dashboards and my head wobbled about. I was on cloud 9! The whoosh of the curtains sweeping shut meant I needed to find a spy hole or two...and many were available to choose. I could see in just fine. My heart thudded and soared. Now I could well see moth-eaten holes in the fabric and knew I could slip my shoes off and peer into the holes in the aged curtain material and watch...and know all. I could also hear thru the fabric all that was said. "I'll be good, daddy. I will just wait out here." I thought to myself as my blue eyes twinkled with glee. With the curtain closed I could get busy and I heard the sound of the old shop's floorboards creaking as daddy and Mr. Finestone moved even deeper into the space. I may have been young and very unsure of what I might see but having seen Harrison and daddy in the "tickle-wrestling" make-out session in NYC...I knew this old man had ideas about my daddy's noodle. I really was innocent but I was putting things together. And I knew daddy getting naked was part of this little shopping excursion. And that made my own small "buddy" inside my trousers leap and strain. My heart thudded and my head went faint. I wanted to see daddy get undressed in front of this old man and I wanted to see the old man...touch daddy's noodle! I pushed my heel to toes and slipped off my school shoes. My small feet in my sweaty blue socks padded noiselessly to the curtain. The dark musty fabric was floor length and no way could daddy or the man see my little socked feet just by the entrance to the inner sanctum. One moth hole was near my nose, perfectly positioned for a spy hole. My trembling body moved to it and I peeped in, my eye strained and finally focused on the room beyond the curtain. My moist little socked toes dug into the age old store carpeting. I loved the idea seeing my handsome suited daddy in triplicate; if you counted the real man...I could see four of him! What a treat! And if daddy got naked, I'd see numerous uncut noodles of his to enjoy at various viewpoints, not to mention his meaty arse! My heart was racing. The room was a busy place and obviously Mr. Finestone was very keen to enjoy this very special nearly final customer. I saw the black satin-like tuxedo jacket, cummerbund, a crisp white dress shirt , bow tie, polished black leather shoes and trousers all now waiting on a folding chair by a door to a small room just next to the set of mirrors. "Shall I change now?" Daddy asked with a slight hesitation as his brow furrowed and a bead of sweat dripped down his cheek; his whiskers just beginning to sprout a five o'clock shadow since his morning shave. "You look, how shall I put this? You look rather sweaty my dear sir. It may be almost winter but you are hot ...I mean warm! Come this way...if you would permit me to aid you in a bit of a freshen up?" Mr. Finestone said squinting and moving to a small door near the mirrors. Daddy looked so embarrassed. "Please call me Reggie and certainly...I would appreciate a tidy up, I have no desire to scent the tuxedo with man-musk....not just yet at least." Daddy added this last comment with a playful wink to this dear old man. Mr. Finestone turned a bright pink shade and pulled open the small wooden door and an inner private room appeared. The light was flicked on and a sink built into a mini kitchen counter popped into view on the back wall. The room obviously served as a changing area for any male clients who elected to have more privacy rather than changing in the centre of the work room with Mr. Finestone' s eagle eyes appraising every nook and cranny of their scantily clad selves. A small partition concealed a toilet in the corner making this just another Multi-purpose room for Mr. Finestone's needs. Mr. Finestone minced over to the sink; I noticed a slight swish of his hips as he moved orhanlı escort lightly on his small feet. Daddy no doubt considered his movements genteel and just bit haughty...in a cute way. The sink was plugged and then filled with cool water. Daddy stood by as Mr. Finestone found a clean washcloth beneath the sink counter and proceeded to soak it through, squeezing out the excess water. "Allow me!" Mr. Finestone said and moved to face daddy who seemed very tall and slightly out of reach. "Oh, my...you are very tall. Sit there in the chair by the wall" My heart raced as I looked from hole to hole in the old curtains...I loved spying on daddy! Using all the holes I could felt very "undercover detective" to say the least. Daddy obeyed and moved to the folding chair by the toilet partition and sat down and now he was all within reach of little Mr. Finestone. Mr. Finestones's nimble wiry fingers moved quickly, he may be in his 60's but his manual dexterity was in perfect shape...daddy was impressed as the cool cloth was run all over his forehead and face. The coolness felt wonderfully refreshing to daddy and he closed his eyes as the washcloth passed over his eyelids with sensuously lavish strokes. I noted daddy's large uncut tool once again pushing against his trousers for immediate release. He bravely ignored its repeated attempts for instant gratification. Daddy crooned. "That feels great, Mr. Finestone. Thank you." Mr. Finestone withdrew the cloth. "That will do for now. I'll keep it handy as we do our fitting, we may need to cool and refresh you in other areas." Mr. Finestone said this with a wink that daddy no doubt found almost too inviting. Even through behind the old tailor's spectacles, daddy could see a more than lascivious glint in his eyes. "Shall we begin?" Mr. Finestone said as he moved to place the cloth on the sink counter. "OK. Shall I strip?" Daddy asked with total and utter compliance in his melodic voice. "By all means, I dare say...you seem a rather self-assured fellow, I doubt I need to give you a private place to change like some of my less open-minded clients require from time to time." The tailor said as he stood gazing back at my daddy with that same glint in his eyes that I had just noted. Daddy stood up. "Thanks for compliment, I think. Yes, I am self-confident and I am proud of my body...I am not 23 anymore!" I drank in the sight of my handsome daddy as he spun around slowly in the small room and showed off his fine suited back and front to the hungry old man's little sounds of approval. "You look exceedingly fine...Reggie...for 35 or so!" The tailor said with a grin that looked very endearing on his rather wizened face. "Try mid-40's...and again I say thanks for compliment. It's my cycling, weekend footie games whenever possible and not eating or drinking too much of anything. Simple yet effective; I should write a guide to men's health and fitness!" Daddy guffawed as he flexed his arm muscles like a strong man in the circus. I must say, my daddy was a huge flirt...I loved it! "I more than agree. I see many men, your age...shocking how they let themselves go. You are...a very pleasant change...really!" The tailor said as he minced two steps closer and nearly reached over and touched my dad's arm but stopped in mid-air. Mr. Finestone checked himself and strode out of the small room and back into inner work area and prepared for the impromptu fitting. I wondered if Mr. Finestome was lonely. Looking back, he was giving off many signals that were more than open to interpretation of the sexual variety. Daddy smiled warmly as he, too moved back to the other room and walked over to the mirrors and platform. "We shall start with a complete set of proper measurements. I know you gave your best verbal estimates but I am a perfectionist. I take all my own and then we go from there. Does that meet your approval?" Mr. Finestone asked he stepped forward gesturing toward the little platform and waving a fabric tape measure around in his right hand. "Fine, sounds like a good idea. I have not been measured...thoroughly...that is, in a very long time." Daddy agreed in a mock sombre tone that almost seemed a bit too much. By now my little body was swaying and I felt a faint coming tepeören escort on, my small socked toes were sitting in what felt like a puddle of youthful boy sweat. This was, like the doctor's office, a dream come true. I steadied myself and kept watching. "Now, I'll need you...pretty well undressed. The more you remove, the better and more accurate the measurements. So please undress...sir...I mean, Reggie!" Mr. Finestone said with a huge Cheshire cat grin; he was clearly enjoying this and daddy knew it. Now I was trembling all over, I could barely peep thru any hole. My eyes were blurry; I was so keen for daddy to get naked! I had to keep steady and see! Mr. Finestone now fixed his eyes on sturdily built six-foot daddy as he smiled back at him. I wondered if his little spectacles would steam up if he felt much more delighted at the sight and sheer manly presence of this last client who now stood before him on the little platform and prepared to disrobe. Daddy undid the only button holding his dark blue suit jacket closed and pulled it off his shoulders and hung on a hook provided just alongside the mirrors. Seeing multiple daddy's in the mirror glass was thrilling...almost like a fun house at the carnival but so much better. This fun house was all about being naked! He pulled free the gently pattered necktie from around his neck and began to unbutton his light blue dress shirt bit by delicious bit...he wore no undershirt that day and stood just so that his gloriously rusty gold fur-covered chest came into view and literally took Mr. Finestone's breath away. I could actually see that! The sight was magnificent and daddy now hung the shirt and necktie on the hooks and spun again on his socked toes to face the old tailor who began to sputter a bit like an old tea kettle. "You...ah...you...eh...you look very fit. Yes, very fit indeed!" he managed to say without too much hesitation as he looked closely as daddy's well-toned pectorals and his pert pink nipples encircled by a great deal of rusty golden chest hair. And his arm...not huge like a weightlifter's but gracefully muscled and just thoroughly proportioned. "Nearly done. I'll just slip off these now!" Daddy said with a big smile as his leather shoes were unlaced and tossed aside and his dark blue suit trousers slid away and joined the other items on the wall hooks...and so now my dear daddy stood like David except only in tight form-fitting black bikini-style underwear and near calf-length very thin navy blue socks with gold capped toes. My daddy's super snug underwear clad arse reflected several times in the mirrors looked round and tight BUT his crotch was so filled in, I mean, FULL! The pouch of the tight underwear seemed to be bulging. I could see my daddy's noodle in a very explicit way...the contours of his engorging uncut manhood on full show and barely held inside the flimsy fabric. His semi-erect state would no doubt blossom into full "hardwood" once he removed the underwear. At this point of my young life I was also becoming aware of fluids, male ones. I noticed as I spied thru the various moth-holes that the front of daddy's sleek underwear had a moist patch. It was a little round stain up where I knew the tip of his noodle was resting. I gathered once you became a man -- I had years to go yet myself at that stage- fluids could come out of the tip, not just pee! This fluid seemed to be sticky, like a clear honey. I had not seen semen yet...which is cloudy and more liquid-like. But I'd see manly ejaculated fluids soon enough...very! Standing on that little platform in his sweaty thin socked feet, my daddy was on display and reflected in all his glory. And in that position of slight elevation, he was so easily adored and worshipped. The old man just gaped; I could see a rising in his trousers...indeed! My daddy knew the old man was hooked and smitten by all he was seeing; he just had to play the game. I did not know the rules of this man to man game...but it looked very exciting. My own "little buddy" thrummed like I was about to pop out of my fly. I was so alive down below as this all unfolded. I did not understand all the events but I loved the effect it was having on me....from head to sweaty pink toes and especially in-between! Much more will follow from my own memoirs of watching my daddy! Feel free to write me if you enjoyed this or have read my earlier works. Thank you! Tony aka gmx Memoirs about daddy's early years growing up can be read fty//bisexual/incest/natural-noodle-and-friends