Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2019 18:41:07 +0100 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part Three) Thank you for all of the feedback so far. I hope you're enjoying where this is going.... 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. --- So the plan was hatched. A few days after Uncle Chuck had walked out of my apartment wear my underwear, he called up my dad and let him know we were coming to visit for the weekend. Dad's hours were a bit unpredictable and he said he'd probably be asleep when we arrived, but that we were more than welcome. Of course, given that my dad was a single man and lived in a one bedroom apartment, we'd have to share the pull-out couch. I don't even think Uncle Chuck checked with me to see if that was okay, given the whole purpose of our trip. Since it was on the way, I drove from my place to Chuck's and dropped off my car. From his place, it was only another hour and a half. During the drive up, my stomach was in knots. Uncle Chuck told me that the drawer was too dangerous to go for unless Dad had left the house entirely, which was unlikely given his brother and son were coming for a visit. Fortunately, Uncle Chuck had a plan B: the laundry hamper. Dad's bedroom wasn't huge, so he used a hamper in the laundry room, which was part of the apartment's single bathroom. And lucky for us, it was right off the living room. We arrived around 11 p.m. Dad had left a key under the front doormat and we let ourselves in. A lamp was on in the living room, which already had the bed pulled out. On the top sheet was a note. Boys, make yourselves at home. I've got to be up at 6 a.m. for work, so maybe I'll see you then. Love, Jack. We dropped our stuff in the corner and I whispered to Uncle Chuck, "So, what next?" Uncle Chuck didn't even respond. Instead, he just unbuttoned his pants, revealing his Jockey briefs. I tried to keep my eyes away, but he seemed content for me to look so I let myself take it in. His crotch was almost baggy, his entire package sitting within the portion of the Y-front that double-layered, not even letting me get a sense of how it looked. He stuck both of his thumbs in the waistband and I thought for a moment he was going to reveal it all. Instead he pulled it out and let it snap back. "Are you just going to leave me hanging here?" he asked. I tore my T shirt off and unbuttoned my own jeans, letting them fall to the ground. There I was, revealed in my Fruit of the Looms, my cock already poking out at any angle. I reached in and readjusted, moving it toward my hip. It strained against the thin fabric. I looked over at Uncle Chuck, catching him just as he moved his eyes back up. "Sorry," I sort of muttered. "Can't help it." "You're right to be excited," he stepped closer. "I am too. It just takes me an extra minute or two." He reached into his briefs and shifted himself. The front pouch was much less baggy, and now the clear shape of his cock head could be made out in the thin side panel. It all seemed so premeditated. Uncle Chuck waved me forward and I followed him into the bathroom, still not believing what the two of us were doing. And definitely not believing that he was just in his Jockeys right next to me. He opened the closet door carefully, revealing a stacked washer/dryer. To their right was a white plastic basket. He pulled it out into the light of the room. "You go ahead," he gestured at the bin. I got down on my knees and began to sift through the laundry. It seemed like it had been a while since he'd last done his laundry as the bin was quite full. As I dug through, there was a pair of gym shorts, a ton of socks, some jeans...finally my hands felt cotton. I scooped the top layer aside and realized we'd hit the jackpot. From each corner I could see the gold-and-black Stafford waistband poking out. I pulled out as many as I could see, my heart racing. There were four pairs. I laid them out on the top of the bin, trying to see which would be the best fodder for each of us. There were two that had crotches that were significantly stretched out, so that pretty much sealed the deal. Uncle Chuck watched in silence, a small grin on his face. He put out a hand and I passed him a pair that he immediately brought to his face, sniffing them with a deep breath. He let out a sign had he breathed out. "Go for it. This is what I was telling you about," he said. I took my own and did the same. The scent was intoxicating. It was like Uncle Chuck's, but different. Deeper, almost with a hint of smoke even though I knew he'd quit years ago. My eyes watered and my hands shook. I stood up. "Let's do this," I said, kicking the basket back into the closet. We stepped back into the living room and he got into the bed. His briefs were tight around him, and there was a clear tent in the middle. I was hesitant on how to proceed until he patted the spot next to him, "C'mon, Ryan, let's do this." I sat next to him, careful for us not to touch. I looked over and Uncle Chuck was rubbing his boner through his shorts as he visibly inspected his brother's underwear. He then brough the crotch to his nose and inhaled. I followed suit, rubbing myself as I inhaled the scent of my dad's dick. Chuck was being modest. He slipped his hand beneath his waistband and had begun jerking himself in the confines of his briefs. Based on his movements, I could tell his cock was decently sized. I also took it as my cue not to whip it out. He then flipped his inside out and began to enjoy the inside. Again, I copied him. As I pressed the inside of the crotch to my mouth, I felt a familiar crispness. I pulled them back and was able to make out the color of a stain in the white that could only be one thing. "The old man fucking shot a load in these ones," I whispered. Uncle Chuck pulled the pair of shorts he had pressed to his nose away and looked at me, his eyes more intense than I'd ever seen them, "Give me." He grunted, tossing the pair he had to me. We traded our pairs and I put his to my mouth. They tasted differently, not so pungent as the cum-stained ones. They were a bit more neutral but still had some depth to them. I took a look at Uncle Chuck, who was deeply focused on the briefs in front of him and not so much on the fact that the head of his cock had become exposed at the top of his Y-front fly. With each stroke, the slick pink head poked out. I tried not to stare, but I'd been smelling where that dick had been for years...it was tough to not want to take in the sight. Uncle Chuck's arm moved swiftly as did mine. I began to feel him bucking and the moment I was really waiting for was about to happen. I glanced over at my uncle with a pair of his brother's Staffords in his mouth, hand deep in his own Jockeys. I felt him take a deep breath and he gave one final thrust, revealing his cock head as it throbbed. Just seeing it would have been enough, but with the first splatter of his jizz, I was complete. I'd already nearly drenched the front of my undies with precum and the first jet sprayed right through. I kept cumming until it was just sliding down my cock, pooling around the waistband. As Chuck came down from his high, he noticed his exposure. He quickly tucked himself away into the confines of the wet cotton. I pulled my own hand out and wiped the remnants of my load on the side of mine. "Let's get ready for bed, then," he said, standing up. I also got up, not sure what to do about my helplessly stained underwear. Uncle Chuck turn his back to me and dropped his Jockeys, revealing his thick ass. He then began to get into the part of Dad's Stafford he's just been huffing. I turned shucked my own cum-soaked shorts, sliding into the other pair of Dad's used undies. Just knowing my cock was in the sane spot as his had been had me boning up again. "You'll never sleep better than in a pair of Jack's briefs," he said, getting back into bed. I got in beside him. "We just need to remember to put them back in the morning."