Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2021 20:07:53 +0200 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 25) 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! --- Ryan and I had wrapped up the first round of storytime, releasing every ounce of our pent up sexual energy. I'd revealed to him the first time I'd raided my own father's dirty briefs, how his dad had joined in on that fun, and how we'd stripped down to our briefs in front of our dad and jerked off, cumming as he watched. I hadn't yet mentioned that I'd found his stories here on Nifty and that that was the real reason I'd invited him up here. We left our discarded clothes behind and headed upstairs, me following behind Ryan. We were both in Jockey briefs and he was wearing the pair that he'd taken from me a few months ago. They had been ratty when I wore them that night that Ryan discovered the security footage of me and his dad going at it in the gym. His reaction--tearing out the back, eating my ass, and then making me his--had left them in ruins. When he wore them again, I repaid the favor as did his father. Knowing all of that and enjoying the sight of his ass through the hole as he walked up the stairs, I couldn't really believe it when he tried to turn to go to the room he'd stayed in last time he was here. "Where are you going?" I asked him. He turned around. "To my room," he answered, as though it were obvious. "I don't see any reason why we need to sleep separately at this point. We've seen as much of each other as we possibly could." He shrugged. "I guess you're right," he said. "What do you usually wear to sleep?" I snapped my waistband. "What do you think?" --- I woke up in the morning with my arms wrapped around Ryan. He was the little spoon, his back pressed to my hairy chest. Our matching underwear was pressed together, my bulge nestled right up against his ass. The sunlight must have woken us both, because he was reacting to my presence, pushing backward into my bulge. "Good morning, Uncle Chuck," he said, turning his head to see me. I leaned in. "Good morning, Ryan," I whispered into his ear. "How'd you sleep?" He grabbed my hand, which wrapped up around his chest, and dragged it down to his crotch. My hands were greeted by wetness. Then hardness. I began to stir in my own shorts. "Barely. I couldn't get the stories out of my mind. I need to know more." "Okay then," I said, leaving my hand where he'd been leaking all night. "Here you go..." --- Ever since the day your dad and I openly shot our loads in our briefs while your grandpa looked on, things calmed down between us. Our lives got busy and we really just depending on passing a few pairs of your grandpa's white briefs back in forth for our sniffing pleasure. Sometimes they were the old ones back from when I did the laundry, others were recent acquisitions from each of our respective trips to Dad's house. We never beat off together again. A few years back, your dad came over for the usual handoff. He'd typically come over, we'd have a few beers, swim in the lake, then he'd pass off our bag of goodies and head for the road, letting me have my own fun with them. That time was pretty much the same. He arrived and we hung out on the dock, lounging in the sun and grabbing some time in the water. It was a beautiful day. As the sun passed overhead, it became clear it was time for him to get going and we headed inside. "Well, here's the latest," he said, suggesting to me that he'd managed to snag something fresh from Dad's hamper. Inside the bag were two pairs of your grandpa's old Hanes, including the pair he'd fully wrecked that weekend your dad and I were there, now tattered from years of use and abuse by me and your father. Nothing new about them. Then I looked in again and, at the bottom of the bag, there was a third pair. I pulled them out and began to examine them. "Dad trying a new brand?" I asked him. "Nope, still a Hanes man as far as I know. You won't believe whose these are," he said, looking at me eagerly. I thought for a second before it dawned one me. "They can't be..." I said. "Ryan's?" ["I can't believe the two you," Ryan said to me, the heat of his cock radiating through the thin fabric that constrained him.] "Yep! Kid came home from school and left all his laundry for me. I'm throwing it in the machine and suddenly all his ratty old undies have been replaced by Fruit of the Loom white briefs." Your dad sounded proud. "And that's one of the pairs." "Did you say anything?" I asked as I inspected the briefs closer. I wasn't sure if it was okay to smell your dirty underwear in front of your father. "Like tell him I took his dirty underwear?" Your dad laughed, knowing that's not what I was asking. "Yeah, I could've tried the old excuse you used on Dad back in the day. Nah, I didn't bring it up." Your briefs were just a few inches from my face. Your dad reached over and pushed them up to my nose. "Don't hold off on account of me. You think I didn't take a pair of my own?" I inhaled and, for the first time, smelled your essence. [At this moment, I gripped down on his cotton-covered dick, squeezing it like it was my own. He flexed back, responding to my touch.] It was something like your dad's, but not quite. I took the pair and flipped them inside out so I could get my nose buried into where your cock had hung. Fuck, did it smell amazing. "Well, I'll leave you to have fun with those," your dad said, heading toward the door. I'm sure you can imagine what happened as soon as he left. For the first of many times, I sniffed at and tongued at your sweet tang while pleasuring myself to completion. [I took this moment to bring my hand, quite wet with my nephew's emissions as they burbled through the fabric, up to my mouth. It brought back the memory and pushed me to tell more. I put my hand back down, this time around his stomach, my fingertips just under the waistband. He pushed back into my again, definitely feeling my hardness against him.] And so it began. Your briefs joined our mix, passing back and forth between us over the years. Sometimes I'd get them and your dad would have used them as his cum rag so I'd be able to smell and taste both of you. It was great and it was our dirty little secret and it was going to stay that way forever. That is, until the annual barbecue last year. ["Oh no," Ryan said with giddy excitement.] Everyone was there except your dad and Joey. I thought it was odd that I didn't end up seeing you much while you were there. You kind of said hi and then disappeared for a while. I had had something I wanted to ask you about, so I followed after the direction you headed in and went inside. The bathroom door was open, so I knew you weren't there. There was no other sign of life on the main floor so I thought maybe you'd headed up to use a bathroom upstairs for more privacy. I walked over to the stairs and headed up. As I got to the top, I looked to the right and saw my door, shut just liked I'd left it. But then I noticed a glow of light from the bottom. You were in my room. In fact, I could hear you moving around, so I went and hid down the hallway. A few seconds later, the door opened and you emerged, looking around to see if anyone was there. You then headed downstairs and out of sight. So I moved forward and headed into my room. I looked around...nothing seemed amiss. The bathroom light was on, so I figured maybe you'd just been in there after all. I was about to head out when it caught my eye. The edge of my top dresser drawer was slightly out of alignment. I walked over to fix it--you know I get obsessive over those things. As I did, I saw to the side of it that my dirty laundry was literally on display. The lid was off to the side, as though hastily removed. And, then, the weirdest thing. A pair of my Calvin Klein white briefs on top. Now, there was nothing unusual about a pair of white briefs (or ten) in my laundry hamper. However, I knew I hadn't worn them in a few days. In fact, I hadn't worn any clean underwear for nearly a week. I'd been rocking the same Jockeys, just to get them good and rank, either to enjoy myself or maybe to pass off to your dad at some point. Either way, my current briefs were loose, sagging, and had soaked up their fair share of my various fluids--and there was no way I'd left the Calvins on top. Which left only one possible conclusion: someone else had. I lifted them up and inspected them. And then I realized they were wet. I pulled them apart and saw that, rather than all over the fly, it was between the legs where all the moisture was. [I moved my hand to his hip and gave him a nudge, which he responded to by turning over. He pressed his hips forward, our bulges mashing together. Our faces were just a couple of inches apart. I looked right into his eyes as I spoke.] Ryan, that's when I figured out you were my brief thief. I was used to pairs going missing when your dad stopped by, but nothing was quite like when I'd go to reach the next pair in my drawer and it was slightly less full than I remembered. I thought I'd been going crazy and then I realized it was you everytime, sneaking away to my room. You can imagine what I did right away. I held them up and felt the wetness you'd left. I peeled open the fly and looked in. I could still see some remnants of your load, not quite absorbed into the cotton yet. I'm not afraid to tell you what I did next. I dropped my shorts and jumped in bed and began to jerk my cock. I was as hard as a rock in a second and got even harder as I stuck my tongue forth and lapped at your load. It wasn't as warm as it could be, but I still imagined it shooting out of you as you enjoyed yourself at the expense of me and my underwear. Fuck, I wish I could tell you I slurped at your load forever but within a minute, but I hit my climax. My jizz splattered all over my stomach before dribbling down my knuckles and pooling at the base of my shaft. As I came down from my orgasm, I began to think of what to do next. The first thing I did: fold up those Calvins for future fun. --- "I think there must have been some part of me that wanted to get caught," Ryan said as I wrapped up the story. His hand now rested on my hip and he was running the cotton through his fingers. "Well, you succeeded," I replied. "I know you know what happened next, but do you want to hear my side of the story?" "Of course." And so I continued.