Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2020 20:37:29 +0100 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 8) Hope you're continuing to enjoy this! Please donate to Nifty if you can. 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. --- "You guys have your bathing suits?" Uncle Chuck asked, getting up from the couch. "Yep, I brought mine." I said, folding up the pair of my cousin's dirty briefs I'd just inhaled and tucking myself back into my own shorts. "You may recall that I did not exactly pack thoughtfully..." Dad added in, standing from the couch. He pulled his waistband back up, covering himself again with the cotton covered with stains of his own releases. "Thoughtful to me, at least." Uncle Chuck laughed as he gave Dad a smack on the back. "That's fine. We could probably just go like this. The way the lake is shaped, we've got pretty much total privacy down at the dock." "That's fine with me. Would probably help clean some of the stains out of these undies, actually." Dad said, gesturing to his crotch. Chuck eyed them and I took another peek. The spot where his dickhead was now outlined with a wet spot as the remains of his last load leaked out. "Rich, exactly how many times have you used that pair?" Uncle Chuck asked. "I can practically smell them from here." "Well, from the day we decided to plan this trip, I tried to give every pair I wore for the next two weeks equal love. So these probably have 3 or 4 of my own loads...plus whatever you unloaded on me last night and however much of Ryan's I wiped up with them before bed and again just now." I looked down at my own crotch and saw my own wet spot bubbling through. I stood from the table. "Well, it looks like I need to jump in the cold water. Shall we head downstairs?" "Sounds good to me," said Uncle Chuck, standing next to me. "But first..." he rubbed his thumb across the front of my Fruit of the Looms, along my shaft. This forced out a bit more of my precum that, once he got to the tip, deposited itself right onto his digit. He brought it to his mouth and let out a sigh. "Okay. Now we're good to go." We headed downstairs and outside. I ran down the dock and jumped right in. The water was chilly, but not freezing. It was just enough to help bring the swelling of my cock down. I watched Dad and Uncle Chuck follow, their bulges swaying with each step. We swam around for a while, before Dad announced he was going to take in some sun. Uncle Chuck agreed it was the perfect time to catch some rays. I followed them to the ladder up to the dock. My dad went first. As he got out of the water, the cotton of his briefs was nearly see-through. I could see his ass crack, hairs and all, and could even make out the logo printed on the side of the underwear. As he got to the top, he turned around. Only the front panel was at all obscured, a bit baggy with the weight of the water and the double-panel of cotton making it harder to get a good view. The pink head of his cock laid limp to his left, completely visible through the side panel however. His bush was slightly concealed behind the two flaps of fabric of his fly, although the top was slightly poking out above the waistband. This had my cock rock hard, despite the cold water. Uncle Chuck followed. Again, his ass greeted me. I swam closer to get a better look. I could see the hairs of the crack grow thicker as the proceeded lower toward his hole. At the top of the ladder, he also turned around. Thanks to the way the fly of his Jockeys was constructed, his bush was completely on display through the thin white fabric. There was something even sexier about seeing it this way than when it my nose was pressed against it. His package was a bit more hidden in the double fabric of the Y. I knew it wouldn't be for long. "You coming, Ryan?" Uncle Chuck asked. "Or are you just going to watch from afar?" I too went up the ladder. As I took the final step, my two relatives both stared down at my bulge. I looked down too. The engorged head practically looked obscene through the soaked white fabric. I reached in to rearrange it, forcing it up and tucked in my waistband, just the tip exposed. I looked back at my dad and uncle; their cocks experiencing the same reaction. Dad's had grown across his hip, pressing into the cotton and becoming even more see-through. Uncle Chuck's grew upward, crossing the seam of the Y front and into the single-ply panel, the veins pressing forward to look even more prominent and the underside of his head looking dark and angry. "Well, it looks like our little swim party had left us all a little bit exposed," Uncle Chuck said. "What if we have a bit of fun out here?" "What did you have in mind?" Dad asked, his hand slipping into his shorts. He gave himself a stroke, slapping the wet cotton in the process. Uncle Chuck did the same, groping himself in his Jockeys. On the upstroke, his head would disappear as his fist thrust into the fabric, but on the down stroke, the fierce pink head and angry slit would show clear as day through the cotton. I was mesmerized, watching my dad and his brother go at it in unison. I began to do the same. Since I wore my Fruit of the Looms a bit smaller than Dad and Uncle Chuck wore their briefs, I had to sort of stroke mine to the side, pressing my flesh into the side panel and revealing every vein on the underside. We stood on the dock like this for a few minutes, staring at each other as we stroked ourselves in our soaking wet tighty whities. It was finally Dad who decided to free himself. Rather than going through the fly, he pulled his shorts down to the middle of his thighs, the black and gold waistband suspended by his legs, with his briefs in their distinctive shape beneath. Uncle Chuck did the same, stepping closer as he did so. From where I stood, a man and his brother were jerking themselves off, their cocks just inches from one another. I could see the beginning of both of their asses until I too stepped forward, lowering my own undies in the process. We were now all rubbing our cocks, the only sounds being our fists slapping up and down and occasionally the drip of water from our saturated shorts. I put my cock forward even more, now with mine serving as the link between Dad and Uncle Chuck. We all sort of began banging our knuckles together as we got faster and faster. Finally, I began to sense the time was near. I got down to my knees, my mouth at the same level as the cocks. Their tips were less than inch from one another. I put my tongue out and was able to get a taste of both of their precum at once. Dad groaned as his cock touched his son's tongue and he let loose. Given it hadn't been too long since our earlier fun, he didn't have much to give. But it was thick, sticking to my gums as I swirled it around. Uncle Chuck then let loose, his load first spraying me on the lips and then, as I opened my mouth, all over my tongue. He pinched himself from the base to the tip, getting another drop that he delivered right into my mouth, pressing his cockhead forth. I ran my tongue along his hole, getting every last drop. And, with that, I too finished up. I tucked my cock beneath my waistband, so my Fruit of the Loom briefs caught the entirety of the load. I stood up, pulling my tighty whities up as well. Still wet, they now had patches that were warm, all down the front of my fly and even into the part beneath my legs. I gave them an extra hike, pressing the cum right into my taint. "Shall we head inside?" Dad asked, pulling his own undies up. Uncle Chuck nodded, bringing the Jockey waistband back to his waist. "I've got a surprise when we get in there," I said, walking slightly behind them down the dock in order to get the best view of their asses through the see-through fabric. "Well, if it's anything like the first two surprises, I'm going to need some time to recover," Dad said, looking back and catching my eyes on Uncle Chuck's backside. "But after that, I'm ready for more fun."