Date: Tue, 21 Apr 2020 17:41:02 +0200 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 11) 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. --- "I think you should come up here for the time being," Uncle Chuck said. "Your Dad is on his way down from the mountains and Joey got in a few days ago." My studio apartment had felt smaller and smaller since the quarantine orders had gone into place. I hadn't wanted to get out of the city, but once it had started to seem like things were going to last a while, I welcomed the call from Uncle Chuck. I packed my things, piled them into the car, and headed out. The drive up to Uncle Chuck's was eerily quiet. There was nearly nobody on the road. I was sort of excited. It was definitely an upgrade from the apartment, and getting to hang around with all the guys sounded like a great time. It had been a few months since our weekend getaway and, while I still had packed the bag with all of the underwear from our time together, I wasn't fully anticipating anything beyond maybe the chance to go through everyone's dirty laundry. I pulled up to Uncle Chuck's house and my heart began to race. It was an involuntary reaction; I'd spent so many years anticipating the chance to sneak into Uncle Chuck's room and raid his underwear drawer that my body just knew how to react. I grabbed my bags and headed into the house. "I'm here!" I announced, dropping my bag next to the door. The first face to round the corner was that of Uncle Chuck's son, my cousin Joey. He was dressed casually in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. He looked like a younger version of Uncle Chuck but was of a similar build. In fact, we were all kind of the same build. "Joey, how's it going?" I asked. He gave me a hug. I pulled him close. "You know...strange times," he said. I nodded in agreement. "But, my dad's got the fridge stocked and the bar is fully stocked. In fact, I think our dads' have already made a fair dent in that." "I think I could probably go for a drink too," I said, stepping toward the kitchen. "Ryan!" I heard my dad's voice. He was in a white T-shirt and a pair of loose shorts. He walked over and pulled me into a big bear hug. His neck smelled amazing and I instantly felt myself stiffen. Fortunately, I was wearing a pair of jeans, which kept any hint at bay. "We're so glad you were down to join us," Uncle Chuck added, as Dad let me go. He then took me into his grasp. He pulled me close enough that I was sure he could feel my growing erection against his thigh. "It's tough times, but I think we can get through it together. What can I get you?" He popped the cap off of a beer for me. We all settled into the living room to catch up. The time flew by, as did the beers. Soon enough, the sun had set and the initial horniness hadn't subsided. "I'm going to run upstairs and just change into some pajamas as well," I said, stepping away from the conversation. "Take the room at the end of the hall," Uncle Chuck said, "Your dad is in the other guest room across the hall and your cousin is the room next door." I grabbed my bag and headed upstairs. I got to the top and made sure to stop and listen to hear all three voices. Indeed I did, so I walked to the end of the hallway and quickly stripped out of my jeans down to my tighty whities before sliding on a pair of sweats. I tossed my bag to the side and then walked softly down the hallway to Joey's room. The door was ajar, saving me from having to worry about the doorknob creaking. I entered and turned on the lights. The room smelled as though he'd been living in it. The bed was unmade and his suitcase lay open on the floor. It was half empty, which made sense given that he'd been here for a few days already. I leaned over to take a look. The top half had a pocket that was unzipped. Bundles of socks spilled out. I poked in and began to spot some black waistbands with JOCKEY scrawled across them. I pulled one out, examining the blue tropical print. I caressed the front, noting the lack of fly. I folded them back up and tucked them inside. As I did, I felt something tucked deep into the corner. I grabbed it and pulled it out. They were also Jockeys, but instead were all white. I unwrapped them and instantly knew what they were. The Y-front fly, the familiar yellow stains...they were a pair of Uncle Chuck's tighty whities. Whether the stains were his or his son's, however, I wasn't exactly sure. The secret location of them led me to suggest they might be Joey's. I brought them to my mouth and inhaled, instantly getting high of the stale manly scent. As my tongue licked the dried patches on the front, my erection throbbed in my own briefs. I reached in and gave myself a few strokes. Realizing I was taking a bit longer than expected, I quickly tucked the shorts back where I found them. I then looked over to the corner of the room, where there was a pile of crumpled-up clothes. Bingo. I walked over and didn't even need to dig to see the first peak of white. It was as if his briefs had been discarded perfectly, with the name Calvin Klein framed by the dirty clothes surrounding them. I pulled his briefs from the pile and examined them. The inside of the waistband had JOEY written in black marker, what my uncle had done to extinguish his son's undies form his own in the laundry. I brought the pair to my face and inhaled at the fly. I'd sniffed his dirty shorts before, but they were a week old by the time I'd gotten my hands on them. These seemed to be fresh from the past 24 hours. When I looked inside, I again noticed a familiar pattern of stains. Joey had shot his load in these briefs. I tucked them into my pocket and left his room, turning the lights off behind me. I then tiptoed back to my own room and into the bathroom. There, I slid down my sweatpants, revealing my bulge packed into a pair of Hanes tighty whities. These were one of the pairs I'd brought last time, that my uncle, dad, and I had split up to have a brand shared between us. The fabric had a wet spot where my dick had leaked through. I thumbed the waistband, pulling it beneath my balls and freeing myself from the cotton confines. I began to stroke myself as I looked over my cousin's dirty briefs. The front was stretched out, likely from jerking himself in them, I figured. I ran my fingers across, as though caressing his package. I then took the flap of the fly between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the spot that framed his dick whenever he pulled it through. I then took a look inside, paying careful attention to the dried spots. The pace of my stroking began to pick up as I picked the whities up, bringing them to my nose. I took a huge whiff, breathing in where his cock had leaked. It smelled musky, but also a bit stale, likely due to the dried cum. My tongue darted out, tickling his remains embedded in the fabric. The flavor was intense. Pretty soon, I was practically sucking on the underwear while fucking my fist. I continued apace, knowing that I was getting close to cumming. I took another huff of his undies before pulling them from my face. As my cock spasmed, I quickly brought Joey's shorts to catch the globs of cum as they burst forth. The seamless back panel that held his ass served as my receptacle, quickly soaking through the thin white fabric. I squeezed out my last drops and rubbed them into the waistband, right where his name was written, before tucking myself back into my Hanes. I crumpled up my evidence and tossed it in the corner. The bathroom was private so there was no chance Joey would end up finding them. I then pulled my sweats back up and headed out of the room, bounding down the stairs with the hopes that my absence wasn't missed. "Find everything okay?" Uncle Chuck asked, as I took my spot back on the couch. "Yep," I replied, a smile crossing my face, "This is going to be so much fun."