Date: Thu, 30 Apr 2020 16:26:17 +0200 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 12) 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. ---- I woke up the next morning with a slight headache. I'd arrived at my Uncle Chuck's house the previous night and had a bit too much to drink, sneaking away to steal a pair of my cousin's dirty underwear. I reach into my own briefs--a pair of Hanes from a pack my dad, uncle, and I had split up to have a shared brand between us. I was slightly hard...however the need to get something to eat beat out the urge to beat off. I threw on some pajamas and headed downstairs, where the three guys were sitting around the kitchen table. "Morning, son," Dad said as I entered the room. "How'd you sleep?" "I need coffee," I groaned, heading right to the brewer on the counter. There was a pan with eggs, which I helped myself to, before sitting down at the table. We talked a little bit more, laughing about the things we'd talked about the night before. Pretty soon, I found my fork scraping the bottom of the plate. "I'm going to head up to take a shower," Joey said, stepping away from the table. As soon as we heard his door shut upstairs, the tone of our chat changed quickly. "So, have I missed anything between you two?" I looked at Uncle Chuck and my dad. "What ever could you mean?" Uncle Chuck asked with mock coyness. "Seems every time I bring my laundry down, I'm down another few pairs of underwear," Dad said. "Which is fine, because I just help myself to my little brother's stash." "Hey! Watch out with that. My drawer is almost empty as it is." Uncle Chuck gave Dad a mock shove. He lifted the bottom of his shirt, revealing a gold stripe atop a black stripe. They were Dad's Staffords. "I'm just kidding. I've probably only borrowed a pair or two," he said, before he lifted up his own shirt, revealing a solid black line and the word JOCKEY repeating, interrupted only by upside-down Ys. My dad and uncle were wearing each others briefs and didn't even realize it. "Rich, that can't be true. I just got a 12-pack a few months ago. When I did my laundry the other day, I'm down to like 8 pairs." "I think I may have an idea where all your shorts are going," I said. "You just arrived yesterday, Ryan. There's no way you could've been swiping them" Uncle Chuck looked at me. "I didn't say it was me." I grinned. "When I went upstairs to change last night, I made a pitstop in Joey's room. Besides the dirty shorts in his pile of laundry, I discovered a hidden surprise tucked away in his suitcase. They were a pair of your Jockeys, covered in stains." "Seriously? I never would've guessed that from Joey," Uncle Chuck seemed shocked. "You said it yourself Chuck," Dad interjected, "It's genetic." "Well, I want to see for myself. Let's go take a look." Uncle Chuck began to step away from us. Dad grabbed his arm. "Are you kidding? He just went to take a shower. In the bathroom attached to his room." Dad attempted to reason with his brother. "Joey takes the longest showers, if you know what I mean," Uncle Chuck said. "He hasn't been in there for less than a half hour since he was in high school. I think we'll have the time. And his room is carpeted...you can't hear a thing that's going on in the bedroom from the bathroom." Dad looked to me. I gave him a shrug. "I know what we're looking for. We can be in and out in less than a minute." "Fine. Let's go," Dad finally gave in. I led the way, since I'd been the one to make the discovery in the first place. We tiptoed down the hallway. I pressed my ear to Joey's door, trying to hear if the shower was running. I couldn't, but I knew we needed to make an attempt. I turned the knob as quietly as possible, sliding the door forward. I poked my head in, checking for any sing of my cousin. The lights were on, but when I looked harder, I saw that the door to the bathroom was closed I waved Uncle Chuck and Dad forward into the room. We went right for the suitcase. I reached into the corner and felt the spot where I'd tucked Uncle Chuck's briefs away. I fished them out and unfolded them. As I did, I felt something new. They were wet. "I told you," I whispered to Uncle Chuck. "And they have a fresh load." He grabbed them and brought the shorts to his face, his tongue greeting his son's leftover load soaked into a pair of his own briefs. "Chuck, we need to go. Before your son gets out of the shower," Dad said. "But first, I want a pair of my own." "I've got the pair in my bathroom from last night," I interjected. "We could head back there...be done before Joey's out of the shower?" "What about you?" Uncle Chuck asked. "I think I'll be fine." I said, knowing that the sight of my dad and his brother jerking off would be enough for me. Dad, Uncle Chuck, and I slipped out of Joey's room, with me carefully closing the door behind us. We went to my room and went into the bathroom. I shut the door behind us and clicked the lock. "Here you go," I grabbed the pair of Joey's dirty briefs from the corner. "He's on the front, I'm on the back." Dad examined them, rubbing the fabric to feel the stains of his son and newphew. Almost instantly, he dropped his sweats and took off his shirt, leaving him standing before us in just a borrowed pair of his brother's Jockey briefs. Uncle Chuck put down the pair of briefs his son had stolen from him and stripped as well, standing in just the pair of Dad's briefs that he'd swiped. I shrugged and copied them. I took off my shirt before dropping my pants, revealing my standard Fruit of the Looms. "At least one of us managed to wear his own underwear," I said. Dad perched himself on the edge of the bathtub. The motion of sitting down managed to dislodge his cock, so that as he sat upright, it poked through the fly. "It's their best and worst feature," Uncle Chuck said as he grabbed a spot on the toilet. I looked around and grabbed a spot on the floor, using the bathmat as a cushion. Dad was the first to start, given that his dick was already out. He wrapped his fist around it as he brought Joey's dirty Calvin Kleins to his nose. His inhale was so deep, I could hear it. Within a few strokes, the wet sound of his fist filled the bathroom. I looked over to Uncle Chuck. He was busy licking at the wetness on the front of the briefs, his hand buried in his briefs, pumping away at his cock. Our eyes locked for a moment as he hungrily sucked at the underwear. On the floor, I pulled my own waistband down, letting my cock free. I wrapped my fist around it and took the sights in as I began to stroke. I watched my Dad jerk himself as he moved from the crotch of Joey's shorts to the ass, tasting my dried load from the previous night. I watched his cock slide in and out of his hand, remembering how it felt as he had slid it into my underwear and sprayed his load between my legs back during our last trip together. I then turned back to Uncle Chuck. He'd finally fished his own meat out of the fly of his brother's briefs. The suckling sounds he made on the briefs in his mouth drove me wild. His pumping had taken on a slapping sound as his precum burbled forth. He groaned as he rubbed and rubbed it around his dickhead. I looked back to Dad. He was looking at me, watching me jerk off to the sight of him and his brother stroking themselves. I could hear his pace picking up and he huffed at the shorts in shorter and shorter bursts. Uncle Chuck was on the same trajectory. His knees had relaxed and his feet were now against mine. He was moaning slightly. Dad tapped him with his foot. "Shall we?" he asked. Uncle Chuck simply nodded. Before I knew what was happening, they'd both gotten up and were now standing side-by-side over me, each stradding one of my legs. They each had a foot wedged beneath my bulge. They continued to jerk, their cocks poking out of their tighty whities, and their dickheads smashing together. Dad reached down and grabbed Uncle Chuck's ass through his underwear and they both tensed up. The first shots hit me in the chest, dripping with force down to my stomach. I sat up, quickly catching a jet from Uncle Chuck's cock in my mouth. Then Dad's, their fluid mixing together on my tongue. They continued to unload, coating my face before it dripped down to my cock. The rest of their loads plopped down onto my dick and into my lap, once again soaking my briefs and lubing me up. Covered in my father's and uncle's loads, I finally came. I splashed up, my first shot mixing with the cum that coated my undies. I then aimed it forward, letting the rest of it dribble out onto Uncle Chuck's left foot and Dad's right. Dad and Uncle Chuck squeezed the last of their loads out, flinging the last globs onto me before tucking themselves back into their tighty whities. "Here's something to clean up with, son," Dad said, dropping the pair of Joey's dirty briefs down onto the mess. "Then you should probably the shower." Uncle Chuck took the pair of his dirty Jockeys that held his son's load and bent down, using them to sop up the splooge from his and his brother's feet. I began mopping up the mess they'd left on me. Soon enough, I was dry enough to get up. "I'm going to go sneak these back into Joey's suitcase," Uncle Chuck told me, slipping his pants and shirt back on. "Don't want him to get suspicious." "And I'm going to head back downstairs while you shower," Dad said. "Like this never happened." I added. "Exactly," Uncle Chuck said as he opened the bathroom door and stepped out. Dad followed him, leaving me alone with my still-leaking cock hanging out of my briefs, holding a pair of my cousin's dirty briefs sopping wet with family cum. It was going to be a good couple of weeks.