Date: Wed, 6 May 2020 19:03:41 +0200 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 13) 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. ---- The rest of the morning played out pretty normally. We kind of all took to our own separate corners of the house. I had some work to get done and Joey was doing some of his college work, while our dads were down in the basement working out. During lunch, we talked some more. Joey shared some stories from school, about classes that were a pain and how he was adjusting to remote work. Our dads talked about their workout routines and how they were going to use the time to stay fit. "I need to get some exercise in," Joey said. "I don't think I've burnt a calorie since I've been home." "We could head down there after lunch," I offered. "I wouldn't mind breaking a sweat." So we decided that after lunch we'd head downstairs and hit the gym. We both headed upstairs and switched into our workout gear before making our way to the basement. Uncle Chuck's gym had pretty much all of the standards you'd expect: a treadmill, a bike, some free weights, plus a steam room that I'd always wanted to try out. With a new gym routine, that would definitely open up the opportunity. Joey took to the treadmill and I grabbed a spot on the exercise bike. I tried not to steal too many glances in the mirror, but one of the times that I did, I happened to catch his eye. He missed a step right after, his gaze planted firmly ahead for the rest of his run. After about a half hour, we both wrapped up the cardio and walked over to the free weights. "What can you bench?" Joey asked. I shrugged, picking up what I felt would be a reasonable amount. I lay down on the bench and pressed them up with ease. I completed a set before putting them back. "Not bad," Joey remarked. He grabbed the same weights and stood facing himself in the mirror. He brought the weights up to his ears before pushing them to the ceiling, working out his shoulders. As Joey reached full extension, his shirt lifted up a bit, revealing his white waistband. He was wearing a pair of his Calvin Kleins. I kept watch, enjoy each flash as he repeated the motion. As he did his last rep, he caught my eye on it. "Got something to say?" he asked. "I was just going to say I feel like I remember you calling me a nerd a few years back for wearing tighty whities," I said. My cock was beginning to grow. "Well, I guess I was wrong. I kind of got sick of the bright colors and the fabric rubbing on my tights, so I just wanted to back to what I used to wear. Is that the reason you've worn them all this time?" Joey asked. "I mean, yeah, they're comfortable, they hold everything in..." I paused, thinking whether I should complete my thought. I decided to just go for it. "Plus, I feel sexier in them." One of Joey's eyebrows shot up. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, I mean I kind of love just seeing myself in them. I always like to take a look in the mirror whenever I'm in the bathroom." I shrugged. "Well, there's a mirror right here," he gestured at the mirror before us. "Let's see." There was a pit in my stomach. I had a hard-on and I knew it was going to be plainly obvious...but wasn't that the point? I first took off my shirt. In the mirror, my white waistband was plainly visible. I sort of reached down and adjusted myself, trying to make it less obvious, although there was no way Joey didn't spot it. I then dropped my own shorts, giving him an eyeful of my white Fruit of the Looms. My own dick was straining at the waistband and, as I looked in the mirror, I realized a bit of my head was poking out. I reached in and tucked it in so that it pushed forward, stretching out the front panel. "Clearly you do enjoy it," Joey exclaimed. "Don't tear a hole there, cuz." "Well, I feel a bit exposed now..." I trailed off, putting my hands at my waistband. I looked to Joey. He took the cue and took off his own shirt, revealing a body in slightly better shape than my own. He then grabbed the waistband of his gym shorts and let them fall, revealing the front of his tighty whities. His cock was pressed to the side, its shape clearly visible along his hip. "Is that better?" he asked. He looked back at me and noticed that my tent was now not only straining the fabric, but had sprung a leak. "Don't tear a hole there, cuz," He sensed my hesitation. "It's fine. I always get kind of horny after a workout," I said. "Just means we both are in need of some release." "Well I'm done with my workout. Let's blow off some steam," Joey said. He took a seat on the bench and I followed. We sat side by side, with him on my right, facing the mirrored wall. I looked over and Joey's hand had already disappeared into his briefs. I could make out the bumps of his knuckles through the fabric. After a few moments of him not pulling it out, I realized he was probably a bit humble, so I decided to keep my own dick covered up. I followed his lead, burrowing my own hand beneath my waistband. As I gave myself my first tug, even more precum pushed its way to the surface, growing the wet spot on the front of my shorts. I continued to stroke with my cock sticking straight out while Joey was pulling his to the side. I caught his eyes looking over at my lap a few times. I was a bit more unabashed, looking at his in the mirror. It wasn't long until the side panel of his Calvins began to look wet as well. Seeing this caused me to pick up my pace. After a bunch of strokes, I realized I needed to switch up my method. The waistband was limiting my movement too much. I pulled my hand out and reached into the fly. Joey eyed me cautiously, probably wondering if I were about to reveal myself to him. Given that he was still covered up, I felt it best to keep myself within the confines of my shorts. So, I reached in through the fly, pulling my cock past the sopping wet inner flap while still keeping it covered in front. As I began to stroke with greater ease, I realized he could probably see at least my shaft through the now open gap of my fly on the side. I didn't care. In fact, just in my peripheral vision I could see his own side-to-side strokes speeding up, catching up to my pace. He was nearly bucking his hips into his hand, much like his dad. As I watched him, I started to see even more similarities between him and his dad than I'd ever noticed before. The way they liked to jerk off in their briefs, the way their eyes kind of glazed over as they got into the rhythm, and the way they'd kind of tease their inner thighs with their free hand as they stroked. Joey caught my eyes as they looked him over. He smiled. "You know," he whispered, "I noticed my missing briefs." That was enough to send me over the top. I thrust into my fist and began to let loose with enough force to spray right through the cotton. I caught myself, shifting my cock upwards so that the briefs would catch more of my load. I shuddered as the wet globs leaked down from the cotton, matting themselves into my pubes. I looked back to Joey and his eyes were completely glazed at this point and his strokes had devolved into animalistic thrusts. Finally he tensed up and I looked down at his briefs. His pink head, which had become visible in the wet cotton, pulsated, bringing with it some semen soaking through the briefs. With his spare hand, as though reflexively, he rubbed it into the fabric. Trails of the rest of his cum painted through the cotton as it leaked down his inner thigh. "Shit, Joey, I didn't think you'd noticed." I said as we'd both come down from our orgasms. It felt strange to be embarrassed as we sat next to each other in just our soaked tighty whities. "I'll give them back to you." "It's fine, cuz. You can keep them," he replied. "That is, if I can get something in return." I followed his eyes down to my Fruit of the Looms. "Oh, of course, of course. Make us even. I'll leave them in your room later." "I was thinking more like now," he said. "Want to make sure you don't switch them out." I stood up, my softening cock quite visible through the white fabric. Shrugging, I let any bit of modesty I had restrained go as I dropped them to the ground. I kicked them over to my cousin. Joey sighed as he brought my cum-soaked shorts up to his face. He took a deep inhale. "These will do," he grinned. "If you like those, I've got something I think you'll like even more," I hinted, grabbing my gym shorts to cover myself up. "But we'll have to wait until the time is right." Joey looked intrigued. "I'm in."