Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2021 16:55:47 +0200 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 23) 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. And please donate to Nifty if at all possible! --- I sat there with my nephew Ryan on the couch in my living room. I'd invited him up for the weekend to talk about some things--namely the fact that I'd discovered that he'd chronicled a series of brief encounters between himself, his father Rich, my son Joey, and myself all here on Nifty. We were both sitting in matching Jockey briefs. Well, not matching exactly. Mine were crusty and stank of dried cum, mostly because I'd been wearing them all week and depositing every load I beat out of myself while reading Ryan's work. My hard cock was poking out of the fly, throbbing with excitement. "So what happened next? After you came all over grandpa's dirty briefs?" Ryan asked with excitement, his fist wrapped around his member. --- Once again, I'm going to switch perspectives and tell you this just how I told Ryan, adding in some details in brackets to let you know how he and I enjoyed my own storytelling. --- As the years went on, I kept doing your grandpa's laundry and I kept finding his cheesy briefs in the mix. And I kept stealing them. Your grandpa would get home from work, take off his shoes, then toss his shirt to the side before sliding off his pants. That was his nightly uniform: his Hanes briefs and a pair of half-length socks. I can't tell you the number of nights I would sit on the couch and watch him in his lounge chair, bulge fully on display. Then he'd head to his bedroom and, as I had become aware, stroke himself to completion inside of his underwear. And some mornings he would stop by my room as he was getting ready, in just a towel. [Ryan reached over at this point and grabbed my cock, holding me firmly in his hand.] "Hey Chuckie," he said one morning, his voice gravelly and still half-asleep, "I know you just did the laundry, but I seem to be running low on underwear. Do you know anything about that?" I froze, my eyes not daring to dart to the drawer in the dresser where I had hidden away pair after pair of dad's tighty whities. "You know I have found a few pairs that were looking a bit torn up and tossed them. Sorry, I should have mentioned that to you." ["Quick thinking," Ryan said to me, rubbing his thumb across my head. "I should've tried that excuse." I told him I was glad he hadn't.] "Not a problem. Thanks for that actually...nothing worse than falling out of the wrong spot during the day," he said with a laugh. "Would you mind stopping at the store on the way home and picking me up a pack? I actually had your brother go a couple of weeks ago but I guess my older pairs have just reached the ends of their lives." I hadn't known your dad had gotten involved in the whole thing. At the time, I was pretty sure he didn't care and was probably just annoyed to have to be seen buying his dad's underwear. It wasn't until years later and your father and I were visiting your grandpa for a long weekend. The three of us most spent the time hanging out and catching up--nothing like our weekends together. [I reached out and grabbed at Ryan's boner, just to let him know I appreciated him. He responded by giving mine a few loose tugs. We just kept our hands on each other for the next few minutes, just giving each other a little bit of pleasure every now and then.] Things were more or less normal, right down to dear old Dad asking me to take care of his laundry while and he and your father ran to the grocery store. So, I went to Dad's room, grabbed his laundry basket, and headed downstairs, where I commenced my usual sorting of the laundry. I'd put the colors in the wash already and had unfurled all of dad's briefs onto the coffee table in front of the couch. Usually there were just a few pairs that had remnants of his load in them. Today, every single pair had the familiar wrinkles and stains that revealed where he'd unleashed his seed. I dropped my pants to my ankles and quickly whipped my dick out of the fly of my Jockeys. I knew this was going to be a good one. I grabbed one of the dankest pairs and brought it to my nose, taking in Dad's scent. I brought his dried seed to my lips and began to lap at it, bringing his concentrated essence back to life. I could imagine his semen as though fresh on my tongue, and I began to jerk myself off. [At this point, Ryan was now handling my cock in a way that promised to drive me over the edge sooner rather than later. I unhanded his dick and then pulled his hand away from mine. He leaned over and took my head in his mouth, sucking my precum from its source, then went back to just pounding away at his own beef. "I promise I won't cum yet," he said.] As wave after wave of excitement rushed over me, I'd alternate from sniffing the shorts to licking them to just admiring the collection before me. I imagined Dad going upstairs every night and releasing his pent up energy. I wondered if he pulled himself out of his fly like I did or if he pulled the waistband beneath his balls or if he took them off altogether and just shot his load on them at the end. I was deep in thought, considering all the options for my dad's masturbation rituals when, suddenly, I heard the basement door open. I knew I didn't have enough time to hide myself away. I was done for--my dad was about to catch me in the act of sniffing his dirty briefs. I heard the footsteps barrel down the stairs and turned around. It was your father, Rich. "Holy shit," he exclaimed, seeing me trying to cover myself up, clearly with all of our father's dirty underwear on display. The pair crumpled in my hand made things especially obvious. "Rich, let me explain," I began, still trying to wedge my dick back into my fly. Rich walked around to the other side of the couch and began to take in the sight of our dad's dirty undies. He looked down, inspecting the fabric that not only had cradled our father's package, but was encrusted with the same jizz that had made us. "Are these all from Dad?" he asked, running his fingers over one that was especially crisp, as though Dad had returned to it a few times. "Yep...he really likes to make sure he gets the most out of his laundry service," I said, trying a joke to lighten the tension of the situation. By now, I'd been able to maneuver my hard cock back inside my own briefs. "So this is what it's always like when you have to do the laundry?" He asked, still fixated on the messy white cotton on the table. He ran in the edge of the fly through his thumb and forefinger, feeling exactly where our father had deposited his seed. "Usually not this bad, but definitely always a few pairs like that." "Damn, now I see why he's always having me pick up new briefs for him. This is a goldmine," he said, looking up at me. "And you've been holding out." I was in shock. "You mean...you don't think I'm a freak?" Whatever hardness had left my cock came instantly rushing back. "You think there's any way that seeing Dad sprawled out in just his undies for years wouldn't inspire something?" he asked, grabbing a seat next to me. "Let alone when you walk around in just those Jockeys with a semi. Dude, they're practically see-through!" He reached down and unbuttoned his pants, reaching forward and grabbing a pair of Dad's briefs for himself. I glanced over, spotting the waistband of his briefs. Back in those days, he wore Sears brand. It was a similar waistband to the Staffords he wears now, just with a red and a black stripe rather than the gold and black stripes on the waistband. He shimmied himself out of his pants, fully revealing his white briefs to me. I'd spent so much time engrossed in our dad's dirty undies that I hadn't even though about my brother's briefs. He filled them out well and, if I recall correctly, he was already fairly hard by the time he turned to me. "Mind if join ya?" It was a less of a question than a statement as he leaned forward and looked at the briefs before us before selecting a pair for himself. He pulled it close to his face and then brought his nose to the crusted fabric. I could hear him inhale from the other side of the couch. "What about Dad?" I asked. "He dropped me off. Had to run to the mall so he won't be back for at least half an hour," Rich said. He began to rub himself through his briefs. He looked over to me, "Chill out, Chuck. My buddies and I beat off together all the time. It's totally normal. And if you're worried about me seeing your dick," he reached down and fumbled with his fly for a moment before inch after inch of his flesh emerged along with his hefty sack, "Don't. I'm sure it doesn't look anything different than mine." Sure enough, it wasn't. So, I pulled myself back through the Y-front fly and showed my own dick off to him. Rich began to jerk himself, sniffing at Dad's briefs and shooting looks over at me. This got me pretty riled up and I began to stroke with fervor myself. I enjoyed putting on a show for my brother, both of us with a pair of our father's cum-stained shorts to take intermittent huffs from. I looked over again and my brother now had Dad's dirty Hanes shoved in his mouth. I could hear him slurping away, pounding at his cock. He groaned as he slobbered all over the underwear and I couldn't believe my brother and I were jerking off side by side. Rich then began to scoot over, getting closer to me. Our legs were touching and we were both stroking wildly. The next thing I knew, your dad got up on his knees and began to unleash his load. [Ryan was jerking quite furiously by this point of the story, shuddering with each word. I was also touching myself, but certainly not as much as my nephew. I knew to hold off. I took a moment to caution him again...this wasn't even the best part. He took that note and released his wood, reaching down to caress his balls instead.] Splatter after splatter of his splooge landed on my Jockeys, quickly seeping through the thin fabric. His load was hot on my skin, even after being filtered by a pair of tighty whities. He grunted as he squeezed out the last of his load. "So you can have a pair with my scent on them," he whispered, which sent me over the edge. I took care to preserve my brother's load as it had landed, so I used my free hand to catch each volley that shot out of me. I moaned as I finished my orgasm, squeezing the remains of my orgasm out with one hand and adding it to the rest of the cum in my other. "You just fucking came on me," I said, still in shock. "You do that with your buddies too?" "Nah, that's one's special for family," he replied. "What're you gonna do with that handful you have?" "Probably just wipe it up with one of these," I gestured at the collection of dirty shorts before us. Your dad, cock still just as hard as when he pulled it out, reached over and grabbed my hand. Sure enough, he brought it to his mouth and lapped up every last morsel. --- "Holy fuck," Ryan exclaimed, reaching back to his dick and jerking it with determination. "Uncle Chuck, I can't hold it in." "Ryan," I grabbed onto his arm, slowing his pace. "I swear to you, I'll let you cum on the next part."