My life story carries on...
For any reader that feels this moment of seeing my daddy in such pain was too much for my young self, I assure you...I was fine. I would have been wounded not to be there in between daddy’s socked feet and watching all that Doctor Carlyle did that day to him. My place was always with daddy and it did not change throughout his life.
Now Harrison, bony hand rubbing my slight shoulder, was shocking. I really think sitting there seeing my daddy naked apart from those wonderful sheer socks and seeing the infection of his “noodle” skin was a bonding moment for us as dad’s dearest allies.
The doctor made many assurances that this was temporary and not serious just painful.
Daddy just closed those blue eyes tightly as the examination carried on. My hand still holding that beloved socked foot of his, grasping it so tenderly and with all the love I could send into it. The warm socked toes of his foot felt almost as if they were now part of my small hand. And I could smell them, the leathery tensions of this moment wafted to me and obviously the doctor and Harrison...we all drank in daddy’s musky man-scents together.
The intimate nature of seeing ones father’s manhood examined was for my growing knowledge, fascinating. Painful as it was due to the infection for daddy, but truly eye opening for me. The way my dear dad’s manly noodle, so swollen in the upper foreskin as it was, hung between those fit legs and waited for relief and healing.
Doctor Carlyle tenderly brought daddy’s long, now puffy swollen foreskin back down over his very sensitive cock-knob again- and even that looked redder as opposed to the healthy pink tone it usually had and a bit blotchy as well from this infection.
Daddy winced and shuddered. We all felt for him deeply.
“The infection is mainly just the upper section of your inner foreskin, Reggie. The top of your penis is feeling residual effects from the irritation. A course of very strong antibiotic cream applied to the inner foreskin folds and tip of your penis each time you pass urine is crucial. I shall also put you on an oral dose as well for the next 7 days. No sexual contact during this time. It could be very painful and actually do more harm than any good.”
Doctor Carlyle finished his diagnosis.
“I am going to take a swab now, just a quick swipe for testing but I am sure I know what this is...we have been here before Reggie!” He added with a knowing look at daddy who now had his eyes on the doctor.
The swab was done as if a throat culture; I’d had a couple in my young life and knew the long cotton swab stick well. The doctor carefully opened dad’s ample swollen foreskin again just slightly, ran the tip of the swab around inside and it was done. Daddy groaned again...and I rubbed his toes with love.
The swab was placed in a little container for further analysis and all was quiet.
“Reggie, I am just going to feel all your glands around this area now.”
Doctor Carlyle just quickly rose and washed his hands in his sink and moved back to his place next to me in between daddy’s open furry legs.
The doctor felt all along daddy’s groin area, pushing and prodding.
“No swollen glands, good.”
He now moved down and gently massaged each of daddy’s pendulous balls slowly. He nodded his approval all was well and moved lower, through the lush rusty ringlets below the sac and examined daddy’s fur encircled pink man-hole. The doc’s big fingers rubbed all about the area, feeling for any abnormalities. Daddy now looked skyward...waiting!
“Tony, I need to actually feel inside your daddy. In his anus, his little “backdoor”. It is rather delicate, do you mind or would you feel better going over there?” The kind older man said pointing back to the desk area.
Daddy, bless him, added.
“Doc, I did clean myself today. I knew you’d check up there. I think it’s safe.”
I smiled. “Oh, I’ll stay. I wanna see.” And I rubbed daddy’s long socked toes again in a way of saying all was well!
The doctor actually spun on the stool and did grab a latex glove now. The only time thus far.
He pulled the glove over one of his large hands, finger by finger. Daddy closed his eyes, Harrison moved closer.
“Brace yourself Reggie, I want a good feel to make sure nothing is out of order.”
A tube of lubricant was moved into my view and the doctor placed a small clear blob on daddy’s quivering hole and worked his gloved finger all around the pink, fur encircled entrance. I had never seen daddy’s wrinkled man-hole so exposed, ever. It was truly fascinating and so different from mine with all that hair around it.
The little hole glistened with lubricant now and I felt daddy’s warm socked foot clench as Doc Carlyle pushed one long finger up and inside my daddy-slowly but firmly.
Daddy made a grunt, a long breathy sigh and then an ooohhhh sound as the finger slid in.
My eyes were as wide as saucers and I drank it all in and held daddy’s now twitching toes with zeal!
“How’s that feel Reggie, no pain?” Harrison blurted out almost above my head and looking directly at the finger in daddy’s hole.
Daddy, eyes closed, groaned and sighed.
“It’s fine, no pain. Fine.”
The thorough doctor rolled the finger around deep inside, as far as his finger would go. The latex glove making those squeaky sounds as it moved against daddy’s muscular ringed man-hole.
“Bare down now...there, harder, very good!” Daddy’s whole body seemed to tighten.
I guessed “bare down” meant like taking a poop. I think I was pretty bright to figure that out.
Now, I must admit, I noticed a slight “jump” in daddy’s sore man-hood as it hung before us. His noodle did react to this deep finger probing; it sort of rose...a bit...not much. Just filled up a bit. As if it was a bike tire and you put in a bit more air...it lifted and filled just a touch more. I was getting used to daddy’s noodle changing size and shape. I liked that, I must admit.
Now as an adult I can wonder if I were not there back then just how long Doc Carlyle would have fingered my dad’s amazing and by all evidence I saw, supple rosebud...he might have really let that part of the examination go on for a while. But with daddy’s painful foreskin issue and me being there, it ended rather abruptly.
The gloved finger slid out with a sucking sound and it was quickly discarded before any of us knew it.
“All seems in order, Reggie. No spread of the infection so far. But I had to see and make sure.” The kindly man assured daddy.
He now looked at me with those bifocal covered eyes.
“Tony, any questions or concerns from you?”
I took this chance to be bossy little me. Daddy laughed and just continued to lie back, open and ready...socked feet still twiddling in the stirrups.
“Well, doctor, I think I understand all you did and some of what you said but how is this all about baby making?”
The golden question. All the grown men hooted with laughter.
“Doc, Tony always cuts to the chase...most of the time.” Daddy added with a pleasant twitching of his moustache.
The doctor being aware of my age had prepared a half answer that did help and left the door open for mystery...which I loved!
“Your daddy said I could be honest and I shall tell you a bit. There is much more to it and as you get older you will get more pieces to this puzzle. This part, the male penis...is part of making babies. That’s why daddy’s penis needs to be healed and work better.”
The doctor’s now un-gloved hand now lay atop daddy’s rusty golden pubic nest to highlight his mini lecture of human reproduction. My eyes fixed on daddy’s sore and infected noodle as it hung between his open legs. The doc’s hand rested and almost smoothed daddy’s little rings of rusty golden pubic hair just ever so slightly.
“The penis works with the vagina, the part your mum has. Together they create a baby inside your mum. That’s why the penis is like a tube and gets long. It needs to reach inside and help make a baby.”
The doctor moved his hand down and stroked daddy’s slightly fuzzy scrotal sac with a long finger.
“And these help too. They create part of a baby as well...all these parts work together and certain parts inside your mum too. And that’s how babies are made...like you were.”
I smiled and lovingly stroked daddy’s socked toes again with gusto.
“Thank you. I kinda get it. I like it. Lots!” I said with glee. I really was still mystified but loved the fact daddy’s naked parts helped make babies...and made me! His noodle was involved in making me and that made me feel ten feet tall! I think I admired daddy’s perfect anatomy even more than ever at that stage.
Doctor Carlyle gently rubbed daddy’s other sheer socked foot along his exposed high arch. I watched and inwardly drooled. I sensed daddy’s socked feet were loved by all who laid eyes or hands on them!
“Reggie, your son has style picking these. You look great in these socks. Good look on you! The old style suits you with these calf-garters.” He said with true affection.
Harrison added.
“I agree, Reggie’s big sleek feet look great in anything at all or nothing at all...just like the rest of him!”
The two men laughed and daddy joined in. I just marvelled at the way my daddy could lay so fully naked and so exposed with three other people right between his wide stretch legs and ass wide open! So cool and relaxed, that was daddy!
“Now Reggie, I need you to go and use the toilet down the hall there, it’s sore but go have a good pee if possible. I have the special cream that you will be getting on prescription and I want to get some on as soon as possible.” The dear doctor added as he stroked daddy’s foot once more and strode over to his desk to find the tube of ointment.
“And we can tidy up your backside; you look at bit moist from the jelly.” Harrison added as a way to insert himself in anything to do with dad’s body and needs.
Daddy moved his lovely socked heels out of the stirrup rings and moved to swing his ass around but struggled. Harrison lurched around me as my hand let go of daddy’s toes and he let my dad grab his arm.
“Just a bit dizzy from the pain and the exam, in that position too long I think.” Daddy said rubbing his forehead from now a sitting position on the exam table with his socked feet dangling over the edge.
Harrison guided daddy up onto his big sleek feet and the tall pair walked toward the hall to where the little toilet room was. I walked behind them and noted Harrison’s hand covering daddy’s bare ass cheeks, motoring him forward from that rather intimate area of his body. Daddy did not seem to care that Harrison’s bony long fingers lay splayed across my dad’s glorious tight ass cheeks! The clothed Harrison and my naked daddy apart from those wonderful socks I picked!
I well intentioned hand grabbed my shoulder delicately but with purpose.
“Tony, my friend, stay here. Let Harrison help daddy. OK?” The kindly doctor said as I pulled to follow my beloved daddy.
“Why? I help him, not HIM!” I whispered so not to upset my unsteady dad.
“Sometimes adults need to do adult things and you can just sit this one out...with me.” He said pulling me gently to his big desk chair. The warm leather seat felt rather nice as I sank into and Doctor Carlyle put the tube ready for Harrison to come and get when ready.
Daddy’s naked body vanished into the little toilet room and Harrison closed the door partly and a light went on. Harrison did not come back. I fumed and sulked inwardly as I considered in my young mind what that meant. Harrison would be helping daddy and touching his beloved noodle...my noodle, my daddy!
Doctor Carlyle sat partly on his desk edge and looked at me.
“You are not like any other young men I have run across. You are very much in your dad’s corner all the time. Protective and loyal. And intuitive too. I know daddy is proud of you. I am happy to have helped make you happen...it was worth all the work I think.” He smiled and ruffled my hair as he spoke.
We heard a long moan from the toilet room. I knew peeing was hard for daddy. I cried inside for him.
The sound of pee hitting the water in the bowl could be heard faintly and more moaning.
“It will be better. I know it.” The doctor said looking at me with concern.
I rubbed my small burgundy gold toed socked feet together as I sat in the big chair, feeling special but wishing I was helping daddy and not HIM!
Harrison came out and said, “I’ll apply the ointment. He’s a bit woozy and unsteady with the pain now.”
“Wash your hands after...really good! Get that ointment all around the swollen foreskin inside, it will sting but sit Reggie on the toilet seat and do it. He’s going to fuss...but just do it and make sure he does it after each pee!” The doctor said.
Harrison was about to leave and I stood up.
“I should see, too. I really should. Please.” I voiced.
“No, stay put, your daddy does not need you.” Harrison barked back possessively.
Daddy, again, saved the day. A weak voice called out.
“You can all come in. I’d rather Doc Carlyle observed this as I feel the blind are leading the blind and I am a bit queasy to be in charge.”
So we all trooped in and found a naked bedraggled daddy sitting on the closed toilet lid, sweaty sheer socked feet planted firmly apart on the tiled floor and his very sore manhood waiting for treatment between his muscular thighs.
Harrison’s lanky bony body knelt as I watched and cringed inside. I knew I was too young to help that way but I wished Harrison were anybody else, but I had nobody else save the doctor and he wanted to train Harrison in the art of applying penis medication to daddy’s infected foreskin. I just had to watch...and learn!
“Now remember, Reggie, a warm bath nightly and full washing and long soaking. Then carry on with the cream for the time on the prescription, reapplying after you pee. Always wash your hands, too after touching the infected area.” The doctor said while standing over the scene.
I crouched next to a peeved (upset with me being so close) looking Harrison who now squeezed out some white ointment from the doctor’s tube on one bony fingertip and reached to grab daddy’s sore noodle with his other hand. I knelt very close to one of daddy’s trembling socked feet and stroked the top of it as it felt glued to the floor with his trying not to flinch with pain. I just stroked and soothed him.
Harrison in worship before daddy’s uncut sore cock and me at daddy’s feet...each of us in humble submission to our hero. Doctor Carlyle just stood and surveyed this scene...rather bizarre-oh yes, but truly done in love...absolutely!
Harrison grasped the middle of the hanging long manhood shaft before him and gently began the foreskin retraction. The moan daddy let out was loud. I rubbed the top of that warm socked foot with all my might and willing away any pain.
“Gently now, ease the skin...slow...careful!” Doc Carlyle urged as daddy’s foot thrummed on the tiled floor wildly in my hand below. His socked sleek toe raised up enough that grasped it firmly and just held fast, feeling the moment and riding the pain thru that socked toe! It felt glorious, my hand riding the pain...but soothing daddy with my vigilant attendance throughout
Harrison, as much as my mixed feelings stirred within me, was doing well by daddy’s manhood. He did move the swollen skin upward and revealed the red blotched head of his noodle and tenderly massaged the ointment into that small painful space, and worked his bony fingertip into the inside of the foreskin, all around the crown of daddy’s sore cock-knob. Daddy never looked down. He just let it all happen and moaned as the pain rose and fell with each touch of Harrison’s finger.
I was young but I sensed Harrison definitely knew his way around my dad’s body....I really felt it so strongly as I watched this. It upset me and thrilled me. Again, I was so full of torn emotions when it came to this PA and dear buddy of my daddy’s, Harrison!
The painful moment passed and Harrison let the swollen skin fall back and the ointment oozed out of the puffy folds just a bit but not much.
Harrison moved up and began to sanitise his hands at the small sink and daddy just groaned a thank you. Doc Carlyle thanked Harrison as well and made him promise to help daddy as often as needed. I was sure Harrison did not mind that task!
I took my warm fingers off daddy’s toe and moved and grabbed his hand as his six foot naked form lumbered up off the bowl lid and toddled along with me to get dressed again.
My little fingers moved to my nose and I sniffed all that foot contact from the exam and the ointment application. The smell of stress and pain mixed with musky manly aromas made me swoon as I found the chair with daddy’s clothing ready and waiting.
Bit by bit I helped re-dress my daddy...sorry to see those lovely sheer socks vanish into his leather shoes once more. I’d get those off again later! I loved those socks on daddy!
Harrison returned and got the written prescription from the doctor and assured him it would be filled ASAP. The doc’s tube of ointment was given back and I carried on aiding daddy in dressing again.
I finally re-placed my own shoes on my very sweaty burgundy socked feet. The day had been exciting and exhausting! Now my socks would be very ripe indeed, two days worth!
As we were about to go, the doctor again thanked me for being such a great son to daddy and I smiled from ear to ear.
He also said that if mummy did not get pregnant, further tests for daddy could be arranged but to give it time. And daddy agreed. Harrison smirked and made a face.
“Oh, Reggie won’t mind taking his time...that’s a job he might enjoy!”
Daddy groaned.
“Not like this!” He said pointing to his now clothed crotch. He did need to heal first...even I knew that at my age back then!
Daddy walked slowly thru Manhattan that rest of the day, he was unwell.
The prescription was filled and I recall being back at the apartment before too long, daddy needed to take his pill and sleep for a bit.
Daddy just fell on the bed in the bedroom we shared and I sat by him.
“I am so tired of being in pain, can’t wait for this stuff to kick in. I hate to drink anything since I have pain peeing. And then more cream.” Poor daddy confessed as he lay with his reddish golden hair all tousled against the pillow.
“Reggie, you are having a drink. I’ve got some plain ginger ale and ice. You drink every drop and let me deal with the cream down there...doc said I was in charge.” Harrison said smugly as he spun to get daddy a drink.
“Daddy, I want to be in charge. Let me.” I moaned in daddy’s ear.
“No, not today Tony. You saw how gentle Harrison was with me. It’s an adult job and not yours.
Bony Harrison returned with that balding head glinting almost as much his spectacled eyes and handed daddy a nice big glass to sip. Daddy propped himself up a bit and sipped.
Not only did daddy take the prescribed antibiotic tablet, he also took a little “helper” from Harrison that looked a bit mysterious. I was sure it was not something Doc Carlyle had offered!
“This little guy will help with the pain. Just relax, you’ll feel drowsy but good.” Harrison said as daddy swallowed the strange pill.
“Nice, I needed that. Now if I could just get undressed and rest...” His voice trailed off before two eager helpers launched themselves at him.
“Tony, you go watch TV.” Harrison said placing daddy’s drink on the bedside table.
“No, I wanna help...I can do that. You do the cream. Let me help.” I said about to grab at daddy’s clothing.
“Pardon me, I am in pain here! Can you two just work as a team and leave me in peace?” Daddy asked with those sweet blue eyes pleading and begging.
We agreed. And together we got daddy undressed as carefully as we could and did not kill one another in the process. I was very fixated on daddy’s shoes...his lovely socks and calf-garters were the last to come off. It was decided to leave daddy in his boxer shorts so not to get the cream all over the bedding.
As I worked on sliding off those beloved socks, I worshipped them in my own young way....smelling the air around them and feeling the silky tones of my dad’s contoured feet as I pulled them away with my small fingers. The look of daddy’s naked feet laying on the bottom of the bed as I walked away had me sailing along like a cloud...even bare, his size 11’s were gorgeous!
Harrison and I closed the bedroom door and moved to the couch and sat down. He lit up a cigarette and puffed away moodily, smoothing his thinning dark hair back with one hand as he mused and looked at the ceiling. I pulled off my shoes once more and placed my socked feet atop the coffee table and just leaned back and sighed.
The lovely nearly sheer black socks daddy had worn still in my hand, the garters left on the dresser in the other room. I looked at them and smiled.
“He looked really nice today in these at the doctor’s office. I think he looks very nice in socks that you can see thru almost.” I offered to the room...waiting for Harrison to respond in some way. My small socked feet twiddling away on the table.
“Yup, he did. Tony, life would have been easier without you along on this trip. Your daddy needs to get better. You must let me deal with him, no more...fighting me. I think when we get back from NYC your daddy should come and stay with me for a few days until this clears up. Your mum can’t cope with it and you are too darn young.” He said blowing smoke up and into the air.
I truly hated the idea of daddy being a house guest at Harrison’s...and this being in charge of daddy’s noodle care was so annoying. But I had to think about what I wanted there and then.
My young mind being very ego-centric still ramped up an idea as I lovingly twiddled daddy’s socks in my hand.
“I’ll fuss less about you doing daddy’s ointment treatments if...you show me those socks you have on? I will...go on...take your shoes off.” I said looking over at his feet nearby the leg of the coffee table.
“Tony, you are a shrewd thing. Wacky and weird for your age...but you do know plenty about socks. Why I have no idea! But you are quirky as hell. Just let me cope with your daddy my way...and I’ll give you these socks. Deal? Harrison said placing his big expensive shoes atop the coffee table and stubbing out his smokes in the nearby ashtray.
I twiddled my socked feet in glee.
“Deal. For keeps?” I asked thinking a trick was in the air.
“For keeps, they are one of my best pairs. You drive a damn hard bargain little man.” He said and began to undo his shoes.
I moved to take possession of my prize...I’d won another little battle with Mr. Creepy.
The deal as a keen reader would guess included me letting Harrison not only do the creaming job in private...but also do the night’s needed bathing and soaking of my daddy’s afflicted organ. And this was big pill for me to swallow. I hated giving up that much control.
As I hovered on the floor by the now locked bathroom door...trying to hear any signs of what Harrison might be up to with my poor naked daddy in his delicate state, I just slid off my sweaty burgundy socks and slid on the new-used...whiffy pair I won from Harrison-right off his feet! The lovely thin deep green ones with golden flecks all thru and solid black capped toes. My small feet barely fit into them....but I liked knowing they were still warm from Harrison’s bony smelly feet.
My prize-all mine. Fair? I am not sure. But this was only the start...I had no intention of being so easily bought off in the future. No way! Harrison knew my weaknesses...and I knew his!
More soon from TonyXX
