Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2020 21:39:50 +0200 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 18) Here's the latest! 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 idea had come up not long after Dad and I had dominated Uncle Chuck. The three of us sat on the couch, Dad and I in our tighty whities while Uncle Chuck was naked between us, his jizz-soaked Jockeys on the floor. He'd adjusted his position so he sort of laid across us, his head in my lap and his legs across Dad's. His soft cock lie lazily over his ball sack, a glossy drop still clinging eagerly to his slit. "I think Joey has really enjoyed joining in our fun," Uncle Chuck said. "I can't believe you two slurped up each others' load in front of him," I said. "I can't believe it either and, after tonight, I think we can move him along. What do you think, Rich?" Uncle Chuck asked. "I've got an idea of what we could do next," Dad said, before sharing his plan. --- The next morning, I followed Dad's instruction and came downstairs in just a pair of the Hanes briefs from the pack he, Uncle Chuck, and I shared. As I entered the kitchen, Dad and Uncle Chuck were already sitting at the table, showing off their tighty whities. "Morning, Ryan," Uncle Chuck said with a smile. "How are you this morning?" "I'm good...a little excited," I replied, fully aware my dick was already half-hard and Joey wasn't even downstairs. "What about you?" "A bit sore from yesterday. It's been a while since I've taken it twice in one day." "And a first since it's been from two different guys." Dad added. I took a seat at the table, the three of us in our matching undies, and we chatted for a few before we heard footsteps on the stairs. Joey came around the corner in his usual pajamas and was instantly taken aback by seeing all of us in just our tighty whities. "Did I miss a memo?" he asked nonchalantly, stepping into the kitchen and getting a cup of coffee. He stripped off his shirt and left his pants at his feet as he walked over, his dick clearly swinging in the pair of Calvins he was wearing. As he got close, he looked closer at the three of us, noticing something different and his face scrunched up. "Since when do you guys have matching briefs?" "A few months ago, Ryan and your uncle Rich came up for a weekend. We sort of had each realized our own predilections toward each other's briefs. Your cousin here brought up a pack of Hanes so we could all kind of share a brand between us," Uncle Chuck said. "Sort of like you and I already have with these," Joey stuck a thumb in the waistband of his Calvins. It made a smack as he released it. "Yep. As you said, there's something exciting about wearing another guy's undies. There's something even more exciting about not knowing whether their his or yours," Uncle Chuck said. One of his hands had disappeared from the table. I looked over at his lap, where there was a clear tent in his shorts and he was lazily pawing at himself. "And after you got the briefs, what happened? You just tried them on?" Joey trailed off, looking to me. I'd let him know about some of the brief stealing that had gone on, but never told him about how I'd tasted his dad's cum or had both my dad and his dad empty their loads into my tighty whities. "It was definitely the start of a fun night," Dad chimed in. He leaned back in his chair, his broad chest expanding and his hairy armpits on full display. I took a peek at my own bulge and saw the telltale spot where my hard dickhead was making itself known. Joey caught my glance and looked over as well. He then ducked his head under the table, spotting the crotches of his father and uncle. "You three fuckin' horndogs," he said with a grin. "What if we all headed over to the living room?" Uncle Chuck asked. "Relieve so pressure, you know? Joey was the first up from the table, his cotton-encased popped bone catching on the edge and ricocheting up. We followed him over to the living room. I took a seat on the couch and Dad grabbed the one next to me. To my side, Uncle Chuck and Joey sat beside each other. Dad immediately tucked his waistband beneath his balls, revealing his hard cock and hairy bush. I still wasn't sick of seeing his cock. As he wrapped his fist around it, I matched him and put the waistband of my own Hanes beneath my sack, propping my package up proudly. Uncle Chuck and Joey stared at us, watching as we both began to jerk off. I looked down at each of their crotches, both with matching outward tents. Uncle Chuck was patting at his own bone while Joey just let his bob with excitement. It wasn't long before Uncle Chuck reached down and peeled his meat out through his fly. Joey watched his Dad's dick emerge with eager eyes. It looked ferocious in contrast with the white of his undies. He noticed his son looking it over, the closest he'd even been to the dick that made him. Rather than grabbing it himself he gestured to Joey. Joey's hand hesitated slightly as it reached over. Uncle Chuck's dick flexed as his son's hand neared before, finally, they met. Joey's fingers curled around his father's meat and Uncle Chuck quickly relaxed into his grip. The first stroke seemingly too forever, the hand sliding up to the tip and then descending back to down the shaft. Dad and I watched eagerly as Joey pleasured his father like a pro. Dad reached over and matched Joey, displacing my hand from my dick and jerking me simultaneously with himself. I reached up and put my arm around him, giving him easier access to my crotch. Joey had managed to reach his own spare hand down and maneuver his cock out of his own fly, so he and his father both matched with just their erections poking out of their tighty whities while I matched with my dad with our junk slung over the waistbands of our shorts. For the next few minutes we watched each other and, soon enough, I'd replaced Dad's hand on his dick and Uncle Chuck had taken his own son's dick into his grasp. We were all jerking each other off. The pace would switch, bringing each other up before slowing down to maximize the pace. The session continued on until I felt Dad move. He displaced my hand, taking his cock back. Uncle Chuck did the same with Joey, before he and his brother stood up in unison, as though they'd rehearsed this exact moment. Dad kind of straddled my legs while Uncle Chuck straddled his son's. The sound of them slapping their meat was intense enough, but the heat of Dad's legs against mine was like fire. "You ready to join the club?" Uncle Chuck asked his son. I leaned forward to look over at Joey, his cock flashing in his hand, his head leaned back, and a look of ecstasy on his face. He moaned and nodded his head, his eyes locked on the dick that had made him. "Well, here you go." My eyes were so fixated on Uncle Chuck's cock as it burst, the first volley of splooge shooting forth and landing smack on his son's upper lip, oozing down into Joey's open mouth, that I failed to notice my dad take his last stroke. Dad's jizz sprayed out and, given my positioning, the first burst hit me square in the face. It splattered all over my upper lip, the pressure forcing some up my nose while the rest dribbled down my chin. I leaned back in surprise, licking my lips to taste Dad's seed as he continued to release. It splattered down my torso, burst after burst coating his son. Finally, the last globs leaked right down, coating my cock entirely. I looked back to Joey and caught him watching as my dad unleashed his load on me. He was stroking his dick wildly, the sticky sound of Uncle Chuck's cum serving as lube echoing forth with each stroke. I matched his pace, my own dad's jizz greasing my grip. Joey used his free hand and began rubbing it through the cum on his body before bringing his fingers up to his mouth. He locked as with me as he slurped down his dad's cum, which was enough to drive me over the edge. Almost as if on cue, Dad dropped down before me, his package still hanging out of his shorts, and wrapped his lips around me, catching all of my load. Uncle Chuck did the same, his lips displacing Joey's hands on his cock. Joey's head rolled back and I could tell he was filling his dad's mouth with his semen. Uncle Chuck slurped off his son's dick and sat on the floor, right next to his brother. His softened dick remained propped out of the fly of his undies and still had a wet spot on the tip. We stayed like that for a minute, my cousin and I side-by-side covered in our fathers' cum while they sat at our feet, each of their mouths coated in the remains of their sons' splooge. We all packed ourselves away, the remnants of our dad's jizz beginning to dry to Joey's and my torsos. "Looks like you two boys are in need of a shower," Dad said. "Good call," I replied, trying to rub as much of the stuff that was still wet down to my briefs to dry off. Joey was doing the same trick, the name on his waistband almost invisible as he coated it with his dad's load. "You two boys go get cleaned up. The two of us are going to head downstairs and get some sun," Uncle Chuck said. "Well, a different kind of `son.'" He laughed. Joey and I excused ourselves and headed upstairs.