Date: Wed, 27 May 2020 14:47:32 +0200 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 15) 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. ---- After our session in Dad's room, Joey and I got dressed and headed back downstairs. While we waited for Dad and Uncle Chuck to finish up their workout, I filled him in on some of the details about our tighty whitie escapades. It only felt natural, given all that had gone on and the fact that it was likely going to expand beyond us soon enough. Dad and Chuck came back from the basement and headed upstairs to shower. When they came back down, they were both dressed more casually than usual. "Boys, we were thinking that it's the nicest it's been outside since this all started. What if we headed down to the lake and got some sun?" Uncle Chuck asked. Joey and I both nodded in agreement. We both headed up to our rooms to grab some work that needed to get done before meeting Dad and Uncle Chuck back in the kitchen. "Shall we?" Dad asked, opening up the door to the deck. He led the way downstairs and on the path that led to the lake. It was nice out...the sun was shining and the wind had died down, making it not quite hot but on the warmer side of spring. Down by the water, Uncle Chuck had a bunch of lounge chairs lined up in a row. We each took a seat, with me on the end followed by Joey, Dad, and finally Uncle Chuck. We each turned to our own activities. Dad passed around a tube of sunscreen--he worked outside so he was always on about keeping safe from the sun. The tube passed one by one down the row. I smeared it all onto my face and on my exposed forearms. The four of lay side-by-side, each minding their own business. I was reading over some papers for work, Joey had some school stuff he was going over, Dad had the newspaper, and Uncle Chuck had a book. The sun was warm without being hot, making it the perfect day for laying out. Soon enough, our concentration was broken by Dad's voice. "I'm going to get a bit more sun, if you guys don't mind," he said, taking his shirt off. "Don't want a farmer's tan." With his shirt off, the gold and black stripes of his underwear waistband were now clearly visible. I noticed Joey sneak a peek. "Good call, Dad." I took off my own shirt. My own waistband, poking out above my shorts, was also now on display. I grabbed the sunscreen and rubbed it into my chest and stomach, letting my fingertips dip just below my waistband for maximum coverage. Uncle Chuck followed our lead, tossing his shirt to the side as well. His pants were high up enough that only a bit of the black line at the top of the white waistband could be seen. I tossed him the sunscreen so he could rub some on as well. "I wouldn't want you guys to have a better tan than me," Joey reasoned as he stood up. Facing the rest of us, he took off his shirt. I watched as my Dad and Uncle Chuck took a look at his body, from his bulky pecs to the hair that led right down to...his Calvin Klein waistband. Dad jumped at the chance to say something. "Joey, I guess you have joined the club," he said. He stuck thumb in his waistband and pulled it forward before letting it snap back against his hip. "Ryan and I were just talking about it yesterday, actually," Joey replied. "Turns out tighty whities really are better." "On that note, I feel like I might as well sunbathe the way I usually do out here," Uncle Chuck said. He stood back up and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them drop. His Jockey shorts were now fully revealed to us. "Give me some of that sunscreen," he told my dad. Almost as though putting on a show, he put one leg up on the lounger and rubbed it into his leg, then up his thigh. While standing upright left his bulge kind of baggy and form-free, at this new angle, the bump of his ballsack was much more visible. In fact, I'm sure given Dad's proximity, he could probably even see some skin as the leg hole sort of gaped open. Uncle Chuck switched to the other leg and I watched as Joey's gaze struggled to glance from his book to his father's cotton-covered bulge. His dad greased up his own thigh, even letting his fingers rub inside the leg of his briefs, opening up for a second a glimpse beyond the fabric. "You know, Chuck, that's actually a good idea." Dad also stood up and dropped his drawers. Now Joey and I sat side-by-side as our fathers stood before us in just their underwear. Dad took the sunscreen from his brother and squeezed it onto his legs. As he followed Chuck's lead, propping up each leg and leaning down to spread it in, I could tell his shorts were better-worn than his brother's. The gap in the leg was greater and even I could see stray hairs poking out. As he switched from one leg to the other, one of his balls popped out the side. I could immediately tell Joey picked up on it as he nearly dropped his book. Dad was nonchalant about it, simply reaching into his undies and adjusting himself before continuing to spread the sunscreen along his legs. "You boys going to join?" Dad asked as he finished up with the sunscreen. He tossed it to me. I caught it barely. "Dad, I don't know," I pleaded. He shot me a look which was enough for me give in. I lifted by ass up and slid my shorts down. In the process, my briefs got tugged at a little bit too, revealing much of my bush in the process. As I kicked them away, I pulled the waistband back up, covering myself again. I stood up and turned my back to my family. Bending at the waist, I began covering my legs, well aware that my ass would be framed by my tighty whities. In fact, I spread my legs a little bit to make sure that the shape of my sack hung clearly beneath. As I finished up, there were now three of us clad in just our tighty whities, framing Joey still in his shorts. We simply stared at him and, soon enough, he slipped off his shorts. We all watched with fervor and, soon enough, we were greeted with his bulge. It was clear that he'd enjoyed all of our shows. No one commented on it. Quite the opposite, indeed. After all the excitement of stripping down to our briefs, we all resumed what we'd been doing previously, almost as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I glanced from my paperwork to Joey's crotch, which was still sticking out at an angle. I then looked down the row. Dad's had folded up the newspaper and was conveniently holding it over his own crotch, likely hiding a similar state. Uncle Chuck held his own book up high. Even from where I was sitting, the thin fabric of his Jockey's coupled with the bright sun revealed the shape of his glans. As I watched, he reached down and adjusted his package. In doing so, he surreptitiously squeezed his erection. When he moved his hand back up to his book, there was now a wet spot right where his dick pressed against his shorts. I saw Joey notice it as well. As we were both looking over, Dad flipped the page of his newspaper and, in doing so, revealed his own tent. Actually, a thin shimmering rope ran from the tip of his briefs to where the newspaper had been resting on his crotch. He noticed it, running his finger through it to break it up. "Dammit," he exclaimed. If all of our focus wasn't on his aggressive wet spot before, it was now. "Dad, something you want to tell us?" I asked. "Just sitting around in my shorts...I guess has me riled up," he replied, looking over al his brother's crotch, then his nephew's, then my own. "It seems like the three of you aren't far off." "You know, Rich, that's kind of what always ends up happening when I come down here. Strip down to my briefs, lay out for a while, let off a bit of stress, then head on inside," Uncle Chuck said. "If you guys don't mind, we could all kind of get some relief. Something nice about getting it done with outdoors." "I don't about you boys, but back in the day, guys used to deal with these sorts of things together more often. I can think about more than once that Chuck and I and some of our buddies would just be hanging out after school, hands down our pants, stroking away." Dad revealed, slipping his hand beneath his waistband. Underneath the fabric, it was clear that he had grasped his shaft and begun pulling at it slowly. "Actually, it's kind of that way around the dorm," Joey said, his hand burrowing. "Or was, until all of this went down. Saturday mornings, all the guys would be hanging out in our pajamas before, soon enough, the conversation would turn and we'd all get excited." "You never told me about that," Uncle Chuck chimed in. His hand was inside his Jockeys and his arm was clearly moving. "I mean, that's part of the reason I wanted to switch back to white briefs. I feel like it's much easier to get any sorts of stains out. I ruined quite a few pairs of black boxer briefs." Technically it should have been surprising enough that I was jerking off beside my cousin, my father, and my uncle, but there was something about Joey mentioning his cum-stained underwear that drove me wild. My own pace sped up slightly. "What do your friends say about your new undies?" I asked. "I know you used to make fun of me about it." "I wanted to get ahead of all of that right away, so the first time I was back with my new underwear, I showed up in just these and a T-shirt," he pulled at his waistband. "There were some comments, but when I explained that they feel better against it when I'm jerking and that the stains pretty much wash away, the guys were intrigued. In fact, I had to buy a new pack because I let a few of my pals take a pair to try out." "Sometimes there's something nice about trying on another guy's underwear," I offered, hoping I wasn't pushing the bounds too far. "It's kind of like looking into their mind." Dad let out a kind of groan. He was stroking with full pace at this point, his fist making a slapping sound as it hit the precum-saturated cotton. This got me going, leading me to match his speed. "In fact, sometimes I like to sneak a peek into a friend's underwear drawer. It's kind of like getting a look at their biggest secrets." I added. Just my saying this had Uncle Chuck stroking even harder. His eyes were closed as he tugged at it. As seemed to always be the case with his Jockeys, despite him trying to keep himself covered, his head managed to poke out of Y-front fly. Joey's eyes were fixated on it, beating at himself at the same pace as his father. The conversation died down and all that could be heard was the sound of us jerking off, muffled by our briefs. Dad's dick was spewing so much precum, the front panel was nearly soaked. Joey wasn't too different. Rather than the day in the gym where he'd stroked himself to the side, this time he was also stroking himself straight out. I'd kind of adjusted myself so that I was between the two panels of the fly, stroking my cock through the fly for maximum leverage without fully revealing myself. It was only a matter of time before one of us had to shoot and, indeed, I went first. I let out a moan as I began to spray. Cum filled my shorts, dribbling through the fabric and down my knuckles. Dad looked over as I wiped the remaining globs on the side panel, which was obviously enough to drive him over the edge. It was surprising how much pressure it took to actually shoot through two layer of cotton, but Dad clearly had it in him as the first two spurts blasted clear through. Inside, I could only imagine the splooge leaking down his member, matting itself in his pubic hair and sticking to the rest of his briefs. I turned my focus to Uncle Chuck, his eyes peeking at his brother but not fully taking in the fact that his cock was almost fully exposed as he reached his peak. The cum splattered out, filling his belly button before completely covering the word JOCKEY centered below it. The last bits drooled out lazily as he squeezed them forth. As he came down from his high, he realized he was poking out, so he forced himself back inside. A wet spot formed where his now-softening erection was. Finally, it was Joey's turn. He thrust his hips forth before he tensed up and he let out a sigh. Dad's two shots through the crotch had been impressive; Joey's four were nearly shocking. He took his spare hand and rubbed it around, causing him to twitch with excitement. He finally pulled out his hand, glistening with his product. He smeared it along his waistband to get it off. The four of sat silently for a moment, side-by-side in just our cum-soaked tighty whities. Finally, Uncle Chuck let out a sigh. "Whew, that felt good, you guys," he said. "Agreed," Joey replied. "Let's do it again some time." "Not before a shower," I added. "If I don't shuck these shorts soon enough, they'll be stuck to me." So we all got up, gathered our clothes, and headed inside.