Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2020 20:11:52 +0200 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 16) 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. ---- In the shower, I couldn't believe what had just happened. The ice was officially broken and Joey had joined in for a jerk session with Dad, Uncle Chuck, and I. The four of us had gone our separate ways, shucking our undies that we'd just cum inside of and washing off the remains from our bodies. I finished cleaning myself and dried off. I looked at myself naked in the mirror. Just a few months prior, I was sneaking around, swiping my uncle's underwear for sexual gratification. Now, my uncle, father, and, now, my cousin were all more than comfortable sniffing dirty undies and jerking off with me. Just the thought had me getting hard again. I let the thought go so my erection would shrink. Stepping out into my bedroom, I rummage through my suitcase. Inside, I found the brown bag Dad had packed for me a few months back. He'd stocked it with a variety of dirty briefs from our weekend of underwear fun. The cleanest pair inside was one of Uncle Chuck's Jockeys. They'd been in his underwear drawer when Dad and I had jerked off all over it, spreading our seed into all of my uncle's clean briefs. Just a few spots stained the otherwise white undies. I slipped them on, followed by some shorts and a shirt, and then headed downstairs. We had some lunch and hung around on the couch for a little while, watching whatever daytime shows were on. After a little while, Dad rubbed his shoulder. "You know, I could go for some time in the sauna," he said. "I've been feeling a bit sore since my workout this morning." "I've always been jealous of that in-house sauna, Uncle Chuck," I added. "I wouldn't mind hitting it as well." "How about we all head down there?" Uncle Chuck asked, looking to his son. Joey shrugged. "Sure, why not." We got up from the couch and headed down to the gym, stopping outside the sauna door. Uncle Chuck cranked up the timer so that it would start to warm up. "So usually it's just me down here, so I hang out in there in the buff. But, maybe a bit of modesty would be better since there are so many of us," Uncle Chuck said. "We could go in just our briefs again," Dad offered. "Nothing we haven't all seen before." That was all Uncle Chuck needed to drop trou. His shirt hung over the waistband, but I could see from the fly that he wasn't wearing his usual Jockeys and, instead, was rocking his Calvins. My throat locked up. I was wearing Uncle Chuck's Jockeys. If I stripped down, it would be so obvious that I was wearing someone else's underwear. Of course, I'd talked about it earlier, but that was in the heat of the moment while jerking off--not while just going to the sauna with the guys. Joey followed his dad's lead and pulled down his shorts as well. He then tossed his shirt to the side, standing before us in just a pair of briefs. Instead of his own Calvin Kleins, I saw the familiar gold and black striped waistband. He was standing in front of us wearing Dad's undies. "Wow, Joey, those look good on you," Dad said as he slipped off his own pants. The fit of his briefs was a bit unusual. He then lifted up his shirt, revealing a Calvin Klein waistband. Seeing us all look at him, he took his thumbs and folded down the band. There, in black marker, read "JOEY." "Right back at you, Uncle Rich," he said. I couldn't believe it. My dad was wearing my cousin's underwear and my cousin was wearing my dad's underwear. And then Uncle Chuck took off his shirt, revealing a thin blue line at his waist, below which it read "Fruit of the Loom." I began laughing as I took off my own shorts and shirt, revealing that I was wearing Uncle Chuck's Jockeys. Uncle Chuck opened the door to the sauna and we stepped in. It was nestled in a corner, with an L-shaped bench. I took a seat next to Joey on one side. Dad sat down on the other side. As Uncle Chuck close the door, the light grew dim and quiet. He took a spot next to his brother. The heat felt good, penetrating my muscles and loosening me up. We sat in silence for a little while, each just leaning back. I looked over and Dad's eyes were closed, as were Joey's. Ten or fifteen minutes must have passed and I was beginning to sweat. Not a ton, but enough to start to feel my briefs sticking to my skin. I took a peek down and realized they'd grown wet enough that the cotton had become translucent. Given that I was wearing Uncle Chuck's Jockeys, the pink of my dickhead was clearly visible. I then took a look at the pair of my dad's briefs that my cousin wore and, indeed, he was having the same problem. While his cock wasn't visible, the ridges of it were easy to make out through the wet cotton. I shifted my gaze to my Dad and noticed his eyes were open. He was watching me check out my cousin's crotch. I locked eyes with him before looking at his own bulge. Despite the lighting being dim, I could see his hard-on straining against the side-panel of Joey's Calvins. He reached down and pressed against his cock, rubbing it slowly as he watched me watch him. I began to grow as well, soon enough my head was poking underneath the waistband of the Jockeys. I started to pat myself through the cotton as well, matching Dad's slow strokes. Soon enough, Uncle Chuck and Joey had both realized what was going on. I looked over to Joey's crotch and the pair of Dad's briefs he wore were fitting him a little less baggily. Across the way, Uncle Chuck's boner strained angrily against my Fruit of the Looms. Joey reached his hand beneath the black-and-gold waistband, grabbing his boner. He adjusted it to the side, deflating his tent somewhat but, in pressing the head against the thinner wet cotton, revealing the color of his dickhead. It was quickly hidden by his fist sliding over it, before becoming visible again as he completed his stroke. Dad was now fully mashing his cock through the cotton. It wasn't long until he grabbed the waistband of the Calvin Kleins and pulled it down, hooking it beneath his balls. Dad's dick was now fully on display and any sense of modesty between the four of us was officially gone. He began to go to town on it, his fist sliding up and down with ease. I followed Dad's lead, taking Uncle Chuck's Jockey waistband and pulling it beneath my scrotum. Joey took a look over at me, his eyes analyzing my erection. I stroked it with intention, knowing that each tug was getting him going. Sure enough, after the drop of precum that was pooling on the tip of my dick finally dripped over, giving my head a glossy sheen, he slipped his waistband down as well. His cock sprung forth, the head already coated in precum. He shuddered as he gave it its first stroke out in the open. I looked to Uncle Chuck, who was fully taking in the sight of his exposed son. He pulled at the legs of the pair of my briefs he was wearing, slipping the wet undies down so the whole of his waistband was at his mid-thigh, the pressure of his knees keeping the briefs in their distinct shape. He let out a sigh as he began to stroke himself. The four of us now had our cocks out in the open, each stroking at our own pace. I was feeling overheated from a mixture of the steam and the excitement of the moment. All of the skin and the patches of white fabric had me completely riled up. I grabbed at my balls as I stroked, my glance shifting from my dad to my uncle to my cousin, all in similar states of arousal. When I turned back to the other side of the sauna, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Uncle Chuck reached over and grabbed Dad's cock, rubbing his thumb all around the head before bringing his thumb back to his mouth. In the moment, I could feel Joey's pace pick up as he watched his dad take his uncle's taste in. Uncle Chuck returned his hand to Dad's dick and took over completely, stroking his brother and himself simultaneously. It wasn't long before Dad reached over and displaced Uncle Chuck's hand to grab his brother's cock. I now sat next to my cousin as we watched our fathers, each wearing their nephew's tighty whities while they jerked each other off. Joey removed his hand from his own dick tentatively, looking up to me. I nodded, loosening my grip and letting him take over. I grabbed him as well, our strokes matching in pace while we stared down our fathers, who now watched their son's stroking each other while wearing their uncles' briefs. I want to say it went on like this forever, or even for a few minutes, but the excitement was too much for all of us. One by one, we brought each other to orgasm. Dad's dick spasmed in his brother's hand, coating his knuckles and pooling between his thumb and forefinger. Uncle Chuck's dick drooled forth until Dad's hand matched his own. They each brought their hand to their mouth, licking off their brother's semen and driving their sons to the edge. Joey and I came at the same time. Jet after jet sprayed forward, globs spilling down onto the waistband of our uncles' undies, into our bellybuttons, and, finally, all over our cousin's fist. I squeezed out the last drops from Joey, pinching them off as I brought it to my mouth. I savored every drop my cousin's load, the second time I'd had a chance to taste it in just a few days. Joey matched me, if not as confidently. He left some semen on the head of my cock but brought what he did right to his mouth. He slurped each one of his fingers seductively, taking in every bit that he took. We sat around for a minute or two, cocks still exposed and draining as they began to shrink. Finally, Dad lifted up the waistband of the Calvin Kleins and tucked himself away. "Well, boys, I think we can officially say that the sauna has loosened us up." We all laughed, following his lead and putting our dicks back into our still-wet tighty whities. It went without saying that it was time to head back upstairs. I was behind Uncle Chuck on the stairs, his ass crack clearly visible through the pair of my Fruit of the Looms that he wore. Once upstairs, we silently went our separate ways, showering up as though nothing strange had happened.