Date: Thu, 8 Jul 2010 09:52:04 -0400 From: Load Guzzler Subject: My Uncle's Briefs, Part 2 Feeling panic rising, I tried to calm myself by telling myself that the odds that my uncle came home and decided to check the dryer before going to bed was very slim. But it's funny when you've done something wrong, your mind doesn't work all that logically. Looking around my room, I decided I had enough clothing to call for a load of laundry. I needed a ruse to head to the basement and get those squarecuts out of the dryer and back where they belonged. I didn't want to risk just going downstairs and doing so in case my uncle was already awake. Turns out that wasn't very necessary, for as soon as I opened the door to the basement I could hear my uncle's tremendously loud snores wafting up the stairs. I went downstairs and deftly started up my load of laundry, then quietly and surreptitiously pulled those briefs out of the dryer and placed them on the folding table where I found them. Glancing over, I noticed the door to my uncle's bedroom was ajar, and his loud rhythmic snoring persisted. Could he be sleeping in those same pale blue briefs that I'm pretty sure he wore last night? Figuring that I had already made enough noise doing the laundry, which was right outside of his bedroom door, then surely I'll be able to push open his bedroom door slightly without awakening him.... The fear I was lacking when I decided to go into his room came flooding back to me when I saw the sights behind that door. There was my uncle, laid back in his bed. One beefy leg was hanging over the edge, one arm up and near his head, the other arm draped over his belly. And YES, there he was in those amazing briefs! I was too young to know then that the fear I was feeling was more EXCITEMENT than fear itself. Or perhaps it WAS fear, because I knew there was no way in hell I could just stop now and retreat upstairs. Here's my chance to really check out his bulge. His loud snores were droning on, bringing me courage knowing that he was out like a light. I entered slowly into the room and decided it would be best to drop down and crawl towards the bed. Should he awake, from his vantage point, he wouldn't be able to see me if I were crouched down on the floor. I quickly made my way to his bed and took stock of that beefy leg hanging over the edge. Huge masculine feet, nice thick calves....as I raised my vision over the edge of the bed, there it was. My uncle's bulge was a mountain of shining light blue. The light coming in from the open door was perfect. The stretchy thin lycra material shining brilliantly. My heart felt like it was going to explode in my chest. I cannot believe I was this close to such an object of desire. Oh how I desired to push my face into that bulge. To take in it's warmth and heft on my face. To curl up between his legs and just rest my head on his thigh while rubbing my face all over his hot fat bulge. Studying it closely, I could easily make out all of the outlines. The light blue fabric was very thin. His big walnut sized balls were clearly detailed. I could even make out veins running along that tube of hot flesh. The flange of his cockhead.....all of it so enticing. Could I really do it? Could I risk waking him up by pushing my face into his bulge? I felt like I was about to pass out from the excitement so I dropped back down onto the floor to take a break and regain my composure. I just HAD to feel that in my hand and in my face. When my face was hovering over it, I could FEEL the heat emanating from it. Taking deep breaths, there was a wonderfully musky aroma filling my senses. The chance of me being able to this again might never come along again.... I quickly got up and on my way out I grabbed one of his discarded socks he wore the night before from the floor. Standing in the hallway, I tossed that sock at him to see if he'd stir. It hit him right on the side at his ribcage yet his snoring continued as seamless as ever. Since I was back in the laundry area, it was time to put the clothes from the washer into the dryer. I did this as loudly as possible. Slamming doors, etc....still.....no change in the rhythm of his snores. Feeling a bit more confident now, I walked right into his room an got down on my knees again at the bed. His position couldn't be more perfect. With his one leg hanging off the edge of the bed and the other with his knee slightly bent, his package was just BEGGING to be molested by me. I knelt down on the bed between his spread thighs. The bed barely moved, yet I kept my eyes on his face during this to see if there was any change in his sleeping pattern. I had no clue what I was going to say if he were to wake up, but I wasn't really thinking all that clearly at the moment. Slowly I reach out my hand and hover it right over his bulge. I was torn....I wanted to be gazing at the bulge, but I felt I needed to watch his face at my first contact with his body. I slowly laid my palm down over his mound with my heart in my mouth. OH MY GOD....it was SOOOOO warm and so soft. The power emanating from that hot bulge was almost electrical. Lightly groping and palming his bulge, I noticed once again no change in my uncle's sleep. His loud snores were most welcomed as it was almost a guaranteed barometer of how far I could go. Taking my hand off his bulge, I leaned in with my face.....I started by dragging the tip of my nose along the outline of his cock. Inhaling his musky aroma as I nuzzled my face into him. How I longed to snake my arms under each of his thighs and hold onto that lycra clad ass as I nuzzled my face into his hot pouch, but I didn't dare go that far. His cock was firm, but clearly it was the kind of cock that is just naturally firm in it's flaccid state. He did not have a hard-on, but his cock conveyed a healthy stiffness that made me moan. Clamping my lips lightly over the base of his fat sausage, I nipped my way up his shaft til I got to the flare of his cockhead.....FUCK that ridge was so pronounced. Extending my tongue, i ran it along the ridge, the saliva from my tongue leave behind a slightly darkened spot on the light blue fabric. Part of me wanted to engulf his entire shaft into my mouth, but I was truly satisfied just feeling his entire package on my face. Using my full face, starting at my hairline, I started just under his huge bulge sack and ran my face upwards, dragging his cock and balls across my face. Feeling the heat coming off his bulge...feeling the slickness of the lycra sliding across my face. My senses were becoming a bit overwhelmed. My heart was racing like made and I started to feel a bit lightheaded. I continued rubbing my uncle's hot lycra clad bulge in my face until I truly feared that I may very well indeed pass out while doing so. Panting heavily, I extricated myself from that position and from his bedroom entirely. Back in the laundry room I had to sit immediately with my back against the wall until I regained my composure. I wanted to do it all over again, but I really felt like my senses couldn't take it. I was completely wiped out. My plan was to grab my clothes from the dryer, retreat to my bedroom and have a nice jerk session reliving that experience. However once I got back into my room, I merely dropped onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep. .....more to cum.....