Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2021 20:26:13 +0200 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 26) 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. Please do not read if you are under the legal age in your country or region. And please donate to Nifty if at all possible! --- Ryan and I were in my bed, fresh from waking up. We lay facing each other, our packages pressed together through our tighty whities. His hand was on my thigh, inching closer to my Jockey waistband. I reached over to copy him, playing with the elastic that held the white briefs up. And then I got on with continuing my side of the story. --- So, I headed over to your place. You buzzed me up and I still can't imagine what you thought I was there for. I wasn't in the door for two minutes before I reached into my pocket and pulled out the tight, white evidence. "Care to explain these?" I asked you, holding forth the pair of my white briefs that you'd defiled. You played it off like you didn't know. "I'm not sure what you're talking about," I think you said. That's when I revealed all. That I'd followed you up to my room and that I'd found these on top of my hamper with your fresh seed still wet to the touch. Your faced dropped and then I asked, "How long have you been doing it? And be honest." Five years, you told me. And you looked like you were going to cry. Your uncle had just caught you red handed and you'd revealed you been going through his dirty tighty whities for half of a decade. I sat down beside you and smiled. "I'm only wondering how it took me this long to find out," I said. "I'm sure this time was a bit of surprise to you, then." You looked up at me, slightly confused, and then it dawned on you. You asked about my Calvins and I let you know that the fly was no longer holding me in as well anymore. I then posed to you another question, just to see how much I should share. ["Things sure have changed since then," Ryan said to me. "Now you've told me pretty much everything." "Well, not quite everything," I replied. "That's still to come."] "Anything else in that drawer you wanted to ask me about?" That's when you asked about the Staffords. The gold and black stripes that had been the fuel of so many orgasms. And that's when I told you about going through your dad's underwear drawer. I couldn't let you know then that this was a generational thing and that your dad and I would regularly snag dirty undies from you grandfather. "You mean I'm not in trouble?" You asked, still with a scared look on your face. "Of course not," I told you. "Help yourself whenever you want." This made you smile and I knew you were already thinking about the next opportunity you'd have to raid my underwear drawer. "However, now that you've gone through all of my stuff, I feel like I should have a chance to return the favor." I took a few steps over to your dresser and opened it up. It was filled to the brim with your perfectly folded Fruit of the Loom white briefs. I thumbed through the piles, inspecting all of the waistbands. Nothing was out of the ordinary. "No disappointment here!" I grabbed a pair and walked back over to you and you told me that you always return mine when you're done with them. I figured I should go for the gold and started to head toward your hamper. "Let's see what we have over here." I rummaged through your laundry bin, just expecting to find maybe some sweaty Fruit of the Looms or something. So, when I saw a waistband with the familiar upside-down Ys, I was excited. I couldn't believe my luck when I pulled them out and I realized the cotton was yellowed and stiff. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed, knowing that we were truly cut from the same cloth. "You put these to good use!" By this point, I was in tunnel vision. I'd thought about just taking them home, but I knew it couldn't wait, which is why I asked if I could use the bathroom. I stepped into your bathroom and sat down on the toilet. I couldn't believe that I'd just confronted you about stealing my briefs and then gone ahead and taken yours as you watched--let alone found your cumrag. I grew hard quickly as I unbuttoned my pants. In the mirror, an expanse of white cotton was exposed, framed at the top by the name Calvin Klein in grey. My erection stuck out at an angle in the briefs. I grabbed both sides of the waistband and pulled them to my ankles, kicking them off. I then unfolded your clean Fruit of the Looms. I'd definitely tried on some of the pairs your dad and I traded, but never were they fresh from the drawer. I pulled them up. They were certainly tighter than what I was used to, but they held me well. My boner looked even more aggressive in the tighter cotton. I quickly pulled the waistband down and under my sack before sitting down on the lid of your toilet. I grabbed myself and began to stroke, forcing forth a gush of precum. I then took the pair of Jockeys you'd stolen from me and filled with what had to be dozens of loads and brought them to my face. The scent was intoxicating--musky and nutty and salty. I could taste it before I even let my tongue touch the fabric. I was on autopilot again, my precum lubricating me as I began stroking myself. [Ryan was enjoying this part. He began to slowly hump into me, our boners pushing together. His hand traveled to grab my ass through the underwear. I was happy he was so comfortable with me.] I was bucking my hips into my fist, surely clanging the lid of the toilet tank behind me in the process, as the sweet flavor of your dried seed tickled my taste buds. I can't believe you couldn't hear me in there--I was going wild. At one point, I shoved nearly the whole pair into my mouth. I felt like we were one. It was so intense and wave after wave of pleasure washed over me until I knew it was time. I pulled your Fruit of the Looms down a bit to make sure they were out of the splash zone and then grabbed the pair of Calvins I'd worn over and laid them out over my stomach. And then I unleashed. The clean white cotton was instantly marred as the first torrent shot out of my head, landing right on the seam at the edge of the fly. I inhaled to catch my breath, my nostrils filling with your scent again. The next shot landed in the same spot, splattering in the process. I just kept cumming until I squeezed out last dregs, bringing them to smear across the waistband. I was spent. I pulled the dirty Jockeys from my mouth and put them to the side. I folded up the semen-saturated Calvins and put them to the side as well. And, then, I pulled up your Fruit of the Looms, adjusting myself in my nephew's tighty whities. They felt good. I finished getting dressed and headed back to your bedroom, two pairs of briefs in hand. You still looked like you were in shock. "How was it?" you asked. "How do you think it was?" I replied. I showed you that I was wearing your Fruits. "Like uncle, like nephew....do you mind if we trade? I kind of want these Jockeys back, but you could have the Calvins I wore over here today." You kind of shrugged and said yes, so I tossed you my Calvins. "And you can keep that pair from the other day. Maybe start a collection." It was time for me to go and let you discover the gift I'd given you. You stood up to walk me to the door and I pulled you into a hug. I wasn't too surprised to feel your hardness against me. "Better take care of that! I'm sure you'll have no problem," I said, angling my head toward the heap of white cotton on your bed, before heading out the door. After I left you with a pair of my briefs, fresh with my cum, I got nervous. Maybe I'd crossed the line and freaked you out. And then I thought about the gift you'd left me, like it was a sign. So I called up your dad. "Rich, how are you?" I asked as your dad answered the phone. We shot the shit for a minute before I got down to business. "So after the barbecue last weekend, I discovered something unusual in my laundry hamper." "Oh yeah? What was it?" "A pair of my briefs filled with the remnants of someone's orgasm," I said, trying to put it as delicately as possible. "That doesn't sound unusual at all! Hell, half the time I'm at your house I use some of your dirty briefs to wipe up my load," he said with a laugh. ["He said that?" Ryan asked, his pace now pretty well picked up. I was starting to feel the pleasure flooding my veins."Ryan, your father is the horniest man alive. Do you not remember when he brought a suitcase filled with his cumrag briefs? Of course he'd go defile my undies when he visited."] "Well, I followed someone up to my room and he left the hamper open," I said. "It was Ryan." There it was. My accusation was out and your dad fell silent. "Holy shit, Chuck. He's just like us! Must be something in the bloodstream. What are you gonna do about it?" "Well, I already confronted him." I told him. "Without telling me first? We could've talked to him together," he suggested. "Well, I think we need to move things slowly. He asked me about a pair of your briefs that were in my drawer and he seemed pretty intrigued. I was thinking maybe he and I could plan a weekend to come visit you and raid your dirty laundry?" Your dad liked the idea. His brother and his son going through his dirty briefs in the middle of the night. "It would be great for him to catch me in the act," his voice sounded gravelly on the phone, as though he were already touching himself at the idea. "We could go do something and then I could just drop him off. I can think of an excuse." --- "You two dirty dogs," Ryan said to me, still rubbing our bulges together. "Well, you pretty much know the rest from there. How we welcomed you into our fun together and how things went from there." I was about to tell him I'd found his work and that I couldn't believe he'd exposed all of our dirty secrets to the whole world. But then, he asked a question. "What about Joey?" he asked. "How did it start with him?"