Date: Mon, 18 May 2020 16:30:32 +0200 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 14) 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 night was pretty normal, despite the fact that I'd just jerked off with my cousin and he'd walked away with my cum-soaked briefs. We had dinner with our dads and all hung out watching a movie. Given the excitement of the day, I didn't have the energy to sneak away and raid anyone's laundry, so the night ended fairly typically. We all headed upstairs together. My dad went to his room first, shutting the door behind him. Joey and I lagged behind. As we got to the point where Joey turned off to his room, I nodded at my dad's door. "That's the target," I whispered. "Tomorrow morning when they go to the gym." We headed off to our separate bedrooms. I could barely sleep with the excitement of what was to come next. --- The next morning, I shot up out of bed. I threw on some clean underwear and my usual pajamas before heading downstairs. Just Dad and Uncle Chuck were at the table. "How'd you sleep?" Dad asked. "Fine. Still getting used to living here," I said. "Same. It's all starting to sink in, though. Plus, it's nice to be around family." "Agreed!" Uncle Chuck chimed in. I grabbed a bowl of cereal and took a spot at the table. "I meant to ask...how was your workout yesterday?" Dad tried to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible, but I knew he had an idea of what had gone on. "It was fine. Was good to get back into things," I said. "Yeah, it's always good to get down there and blow off some steam," Uncle Chuck chimed in. "We're probably going to head down there a little bit." I caught his eyes, which suggested that maybe he knew exactly what we'd done down there the previous day. I broke the eye contact, almost just as Joey stepped into the kitchen. "Morning, gents," he said. We discussed what our plans were for the day, as Dad and Uncle Chuck finished up their breakfasts. Pretty soon, they were getting up from the table. "We're heading down to the gym," Uncle Chuck said. "See you boys in an hour." The two disappeared around the corner. As soon as I heard the door shut, I jumped up. "C'mon, Joey, this is our time." "I'm not sure, Ryan. It's kind of weird." "Any weirder than asking for my tighty whities moments after I'd jerked off in them?" I asked. Realizing I had a point, he got up and followed me as we tiptoed up the stairs. We turned down the hall and headed to Dad's room. The door was already open, as if inviting us inside. The room was much cleaner than either mine or Ryan's. There was no suitcase visible and instead of a pile of dirty clothes in the corner, he'd requisitioned a basket to serve as his hamper. Joey spotted it first. Any hesitation he may have had was gone as he shot right over to it. Right atop the pile, laid out as though on display, were a pair of white briefs. Joey picked them up gently, pinching the black and gold stripes along the waistband. He held them out for me to see. "So this is what you wanted to show me?" my cousin asked as he displayed his uncle's tighty whities. The well-worn crotch was facing me and, even from a distance, I could spot Dad's distinctive stains. "Those are them," I said. Joey turned them to himself, taking them in his palm. He brushed his fingers along the fly, caressing the spots where Dad's cum had crusted into the fabric. He then brought them up to his face, inhaling the scent of his uncle. At first, it was just a sniff. Quickly, though, it changed to a huff, bringing in as much of the odor as possible. "What do you think?" I asked. I'd already reached into my pajamas, giving myself a few tugs. "Want to smell for yourself?" he offered, holding them out for me. I took them from his hand and buried my face on the inside of the crotch, my nose and mouth right where the dick and balls that had made me had rested. I stuck my tongue out, tasting the tang of Dad's dried semen and, if I wasn't mistaken, some of the piss that had leaked from his cock. I looked over at Joey and he'd dropped his pants. He was wearing a pair of his colored boxer briefs, offering a stark contrast to the whities in my hands. His hard cock stuck out at an angle. "Looks like you're wearing the wrong undies for the occasion," I said. I let me own fall to the ground, revealing my own briefs. "I was thinking the same thing. Maybe I could try on your dad's shorts?" he asked. I immediately threw the shorts to him. He turned his back to me, dropping his boxers to the ground, revealing his bubble butt. My jaw nearly dropped as he slipped on Dad's tighty whities, pulling them up slowly until the black and gold waistband slipped over his crack and hid him completely. He turned back around. "What do you think?" His cock was straining against the same spot Dad has blown his load, making the shorts less baggy than they might otherwise be. My jaw dropped. "Mind if I smell again?" I asked. Joey gave me a look before nodding. I dropped to the floor and pressed my face against my cousin's crotch, inhaling my dad's scent. The scent was intensified by Joey's own musk. I grabbed his ass, pulling his crotch into my face, his cotton-covered cock pressed firmly against the side of my face. I ran my lips along Joey's shaft under the pretense of sniffing Dad's underwear. I even licked a bit, tasting Dad's dried cum, which was already being warmed up by the body heat of my cousin. My hand was deep in my briefs, jerking with fervor. "You like that smell, cuz?" Joey asked. I grunted as I ran my tongue along the fly, taking in Dad's taste. Joey reached into the underwear and began to stroke himself gently, taking care to not hit my face. I headed down to his balls, held tight in the cotton. I ran my tongue along the cotton, feeling my cousin's sack with my mouth. This was enough to bring up his speed. I took my tongue back up, tracing the front flap of the fly. I headed up and up until I was face-to-face with the tip of Joey's cock. It had soaked through the dirty underwear and I let the taste of him into my mouth. I wrapped my mouth and sucked it forth, driven wild by the flavor of my cousin's arousal. He continued jerking himself with half strokes so that he wouldn't hit me. With his free hand, he pulled one panel of Dad's briefs to the side, then the other, freeing himself. I was now eye-level with my cousin's hard dick. The head wasn't quite as large as his dad's, but it seemed to be a bit longer. I didn't even ask as I engulfed his head. As I sucked, a glob of precum spewed forth, coating the inside of my mouth. Joey groaned as I went to town, both in terms of my mouth on his cock and my fist on my own cock, which I'd taken the liberty of freeing from its cotton confines. I took him all the way in, my nose pressing into the stains on Dad's dirty briefs. I inhaled, filling my nose with my dad's scent while my mouth was filled with my cousin's taste. I then pulled back and repeated the process. Again and again, I swallowed my cousin's member. Pretty soon, he was groaning with fervor and his legs were buckling. And then, I felt him take one massive, final thrust. To say he exploded would be an understatement. I didn't even get to taste the first few spurts as they shot right into my throat. He began to pull out and the next few ropes splashed onto my tongue. The flavor sent me over the edge. Suddenly, I was cumming. Rope after rope sprayed out, all over Joey's hairy legs and dripping down to his feet. The last of my load leaked out as Joey removed himself from my mouth, looking down to see the mess I'd made. "Shit, man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get it all over you," I said. "You just took mine down like a champ," Joey replied. "The least I can do is let you is blow it on my feet. Anyway, it's easy enough to clean." He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Dad's briefs and let them drop to the ground. He then bent down, using his uncle's dirty tighty whities and mopped up my load--not unlike his dad had done to clean my load off his and my dad's feet the other night. He then tossed the now-wet underwear back on top of the pile before walking fully nude over to the dresser. I had stood back up, tucking my cock back into my Fruit of the Looms. "All my briefs are dirty at this point," he said. "Might as well get some clean ones. He opened up dad's underwear drawer. Then he froze. He turned around, his softening cock stealing my attention before I looked up at what he was holding. They were a pair of Jockey briefs. "Look at what we have here," he said. "Oh yeah, those two have been swapping back and forth forever," I replied. "If you look deep enough, I'm sure you'll find some of mine...maybe some of yours, too." Joey tossed them to me and grabbed a pair of Dad's clean Staffords. I took of my Fruit of the Looms and slipped on Uncle Chuck's briefs. Soon enough, Joey and I stood before each other, each wearing the other's father's tighty whities, all while having just gotten off together for the second time in 24 hours. "Joey, I think there's a lot more fun to be had here." I hinted. "It seems so," Joey said. "I'll let you take the lead."