Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2023 18:24:41 +0200 From: Future Cole Subject: Tighty Whities Travels (Part 5) This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Always practice safe sex. Please do not read if you are under the legal age in your country or region. --- Chapter 5 We eventually had lunch, then spent some more time walking through stores, killing time before grabbing dinner. Uncle Tate had picked an amazing restaurant and he also picked up the tab, which was great. All the while, I tried to come down from my high but couldn't quite. I'd jerked off in public and then tricked my uncle into drinking my load (hidden in his milkshake). Even as the day went on, I kept trying to think of ways to get Uncle Tate to bend over or force his shirt to ride up so I could catch another sight of his briefs. My hands also kept finding their way into my own shorts, feeling the cotton of the briefs I'd borrowed from my uncle and feeling my own bulge through them. It was amazing, but the whole thing had me feeling funny. I felt like a degenerate and a pervert...and I couldn't wait to strike again. As we got back to the hotel, things seemed different. The front doors were propped open and an industrial-size fan was blowing air out of the lobby. "What's going on?" Uncle Tate asked. "AC's out for the whole hotel," an employee in the lobby said. "Sounds like the repairs aren't going to happen until tomorrow morning." "Seriously?" Uncle Tate groaned as we headed to the elevator. "This damn hotel. First they screwed up the room, then the AC broke? I'm going to get a full refund on this." The hallway was sweltering. We made our way to our room and walked in. It was no better inside. "I'll open the balcony door to maybe get a breeze," I offered, heading over to the door. I slid it open. There was a slight breeze, but nowhere near the cool comfort of air conditioning. "No pajamas tonight, that's for damn sure." Uncle Tate sighed. "Hope you don't mind." My heart leapt. It was going to happen. I was about to see my Uncle Tate in just his briefs. Which meant he was going to see me also in just a pair of tighty whities. "No worries, I definitely can't imagine wearing pajamas in this heat." I replied, before just wanting to confirm the plans. "I don't think I'll even be able to wear a T-shirt without sweating through it." "Definitely just underwear," he confirmed, pulling at the collar of his shirt to increase the airflow. "But first, to get ready." He went into the bathroom and emerged with a toothbrush. I followed suit, the two of us darting in and out as we each completed our nighttime routines. Each time we passed one another, I felt a tinge of excitement. My uncle and I were about to share a bed again, this time in just our underwear. Well, technically each of us would be in his underwear, but that was a technicality. As we wrapped up our processes for getting ready, we each made our way to our own sides of the bed. Uncle Tate sat on the side of the bed, untying his shoes and slipping off his socks. I watched him as he stood back up. With his back to me, he removed his shirt. As it rose up, I could see from the back and more and more white cotton before it ended in a black stripe followed by a golden stripe at his waistband. Even from the back, I could tell these things were riding high. In fact, at some points on his back they were almost baggy, the extra fabric billowing out. He ran both his thumbs under the waistband, ensuring it was even all the way around, before settling in front of his shorts. It seemed to just take him undoing the button for them to fall away, revealing his complete briefs-covered backside to me. While the cotton was loose in places, it was definitely not loose around Uncle Tate's ass. The way they were hiked caused the fabric to pull taut and really reveal the shape of his two cheeks, filling out the fabric. Where the fabric wasn't firm against the cotton, there was a clear divide that was visible through the underwear. I could pretty much see my uncle's entire asscrack. Before he had a chance to turn around, I quickly turned around and slid down my shorts as well, trying to hide the fact I'd just watched my uncle undress. I could hear that Uncle Tate was folding his clothes, likely about to turn back around. I slipped my shirt off, turning around as I did so I could fold it. There, I was greeted with my Uncle Tate in just a pair of white briefs. I let my eyes dart over his whole body as quickly as possible, taking in the sight of his bulge, held firm by the underwear. Then, a billowing expanse of cotton covered his whole midsection. In fact, I couldn't see his belly button, likely falling either at his waistband or below it. "Well, don't we look similar," Uncle Tate said, seeing me wearing just the pair of his briefs he'd leant me that morning and hopefully ignoring my wandering eyes. "I forgot you were wearing my underwear." I felt a blush come over me. I certainly hadn't forgotten. In fact, I'd had to sneak away to spank one out in the middle of the day because they were driving me insane. Now, as I stood before my uncle wearing his tighty whities, I had to use every ounce of willpower I had to not get excited. The briefs were baggy on me, but not enough to hide a hard-on. "Enjoy those low rise ones while you can," he said as he got into bed. "I only brought two pairs of them and I wore the other pair to the gym this morning. You'll need to wear some of these full-cut ones if you want to have something clean to wear tomorrow." I couldn't imagine. I had barely gotten used to the idea of wearing these tighty whities, let alone pulling on the grandpa-style ones Uncle Tate was wearing right now. They went up to his belly button...they'd probably go all they way up to my nipples. "You getting in?" he asked, pulling the sheets down to welcome me beside him. I crawled in, trying to cover my crotch in an attempt to be modest. As we both settled into bed, Uncle Tate grabbed the comforter. "This definitely has to go," he said, pulling it from both of us, crumpling it up, and tossing it in the corner. Once again, I found myself in bed with my Uncle Tate. This time, just with a thin sheet atop us and both of us in tighty whities. As I made myself comfortable in the bed, our feet kept hitting, thanks again to the queen sized bed. Finally, I felt settled. However, Uncle Tate's body seemed to radiate heat and soon enough the bed was uncomfortably hot again. Uncle Tate turned over, whispering. "Even this sheet is too much," before tossing the small covering off of himself. Even in the dark, I could see the brightness of his white briefs. I forced myself to stop looking and turn over. It took a little while but pretty soon we both drifted off. Sometime a few hours later, Uncle Tate shifted in bed enough to wake me up. I slowly came to, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. Uncle Tate was now on his back, still completely uncovered by the top sheet. My gaze was drawn to his bulge, which I could tell was more pronounced. I waited a second, listening for Uncle Tate's light snores to ensure he was fully asleep. Once I heard them, I began to move in for a closer look. Sure enough, as I approached his tighty whities, I could tell he had an erection. The baggy briefs, still holding firm at his belly button, were a little bit tighter, with his boner poking out at an acute angle. As I got closer, I realized I could smell the same sweaty musk I had huffed from his workout briefs this morning. My cock stirred in the briefs I was wearing. I reached down to adjust myself, giving it the runway to hit full mast. Which it did nearly instantly. I kept my hand there and began to slowly stroke myself through the underwear. I kept my ears in tune to Uncle Tate's breath. The man was passed out. The snores grew in volume and I decided that was enough for me to do something a bit more daring. I reached out with my free hand, closer and closer to Uncle Tate's package. Finally, my finger tips felt the familiar soft cotton. The softness was almost instantly replaced with something a bit harder. My uncle's cock, separated from my fingers by just some thin fabric. I didn't want to push my luck and cause him to wake up, so I gently rubbed fingers up the back of his shaft, rounding his head. I groped at myself as I felt his manhood, my hand making its way into the fly and grabbing at my boner with passion. Meanwhile, my forefinger lingered at the top of the tent in Uncle Tate's tighty whities, drawing circles right around where his piss hole was. All of a sudden, my uncle began to move. I moved my hand from his crotch just in time as he rolled over, obscuring his boner from view. He continued to snore, relieving my fears that I might have woken him. I slowly moved back in the bed, trying not to cause any shift in the mattress that might stir him further. I had to get to the bathroom. I had to get off. I peeled myself from the bed and tiptoed across the room, stepped into the bathroom, and shut the door. I turned on the lights, which burned bright to my night-adjusted eyes. I was greeted by my reflection in the mirror, standing there in just a pair of my uncle's white briefs, my erection clearly poking to side and even a growing wet mark where my cock was leaking. I'd just groped my uncle's erection while he slept. I'd jerked myself next to my uncle. All while wearing his borrowed undies. I instinctively pushed down the black-and-gold-striped waistband, freed my cock, and wrapped a fist around it. I pushed the briefs down to my mid-thighs and sat on the toilet, spreading my legs wide so I could see down to the inner pouch that usually cupped my uncle's bulge. I pinched at the waistband, letting the texture of the waistband's stripes run through my fingertips. My hand went to town on my cock, stroking it rapidly as my mind replayed the sense of touching Uncle Tate's covered cock, of smelling his sweaty crotch stench, of seeing him in just his underwear. As my pace increased, I began to grab at the briefs waistband, pulling at it and letting the soft cotton rub against my thighs. It felt so fucking good. I teased myself as I reached the edge. Finally, one hand wrapped around my cock and the other one pulling at the waistband of Uncle Tate's briefs, I began to cum. And, at the same moment, the bathroom door cracked open. I had no time to react, jizz spraying forth from my cock slit as my Uncle Tate pushed the door open. In the light, I could see his half-naked from, just a pair of thin, full-cut briefs keeping him from complete nudity. Within those briefs, even in the split second that he stood there, I could see a clear tent pitched from the loose fabric. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry," he said, his eyes darting from my face to my package, propped up by the black-and-gold-striped waistband of the pair of briefs he'd lent me. He hastily grabbed at the door, closing it again. My orgasm ran its course, cum dripping down my shaft. I released my grip on both my cock and on the waistband of the underwear. Any sense of relief was block from the knowledge that my uncle had just seen me bust a nut. I quickly grabbed some tissues, wiping up my splooge and tossing them in the toilet. I flushed, then washed my hands, looking at myself in the mirror. Staring in my own eyes, I hoped Uncle Tate had gone back to bed, or maybe that he'd been sleepwalking...anything to avoid having to interact with him after he'd just seen me cum. I stepped over to the door and cracked it open. The light filled the hallway and, sure enough, there was Uncle Tate, waiting patiently. I sized him up again, still in disbelief at the fact he wore such gigantic tighty whities. As I shifted, the part of him that was in my shadow illuminated, and I could see he still had a tent in his shorts. "Sorry for interrupting," he said as I stepped out of the bathroom, moving forward to take my place. "I guess the heat has us both a little bit worked up." He shut the bathroom door behind him, leaving me back to get used to the darkness again. I wondered: did Uncle Tate just reveal to me that he was about to jerk off?