Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2019 20:29:59 +0100 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 5) Your feedback makes this all worth it. Thank you so much. 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. --- Uncle Chuck walked through the door and was instantly taken aback by Dad being there. "Richard! I didn't expect to see you here." He said, quickly glancing at me, clearly to see if my face revealed whether or not I'd been caught. Little did he know, I was the one that had done the catching. "Neither did I, to be honest. I got out of work early and was just hanging around the apartment when Ryan got home." "Yep," I told Uncle Chuck, "I just walked in and there he was, hanging out!" "I was actually just telling Ryan that I need to plan a trip down to see you guys. I've got a few days off accumulated and I thought maybe we could spend some time fishing at your place, Chuck." Dad asked with a glimmer in his eye. I could immediately tell he was up to something. "That would be great! It's been too long since you came down. I'm sure the three of us could have a lot of fun." Uncle Chuck smiled. The two stepped aside to discuss dates while I went and made sure I was all packed up. As much as I would have loved that souvenir from Dad, I could tell it wouldn't be my last chance. I zipped up my bag and Uncle Chuck was walking over to make sure his was all set to go too. My heart beat in my chest as he tucked everything away, narrowly missing the spot where Dad had hidden our prize. As we exchanged goodbyes with Dad, Uncle Chuck revealed that the three of us would be getting together in just two weeks. I already couldn't wait. I didn't tell Uncle Chuck what had happened between Dad and me on the ride home. In fact, the conversation was fairly innocent, with not even a mention of us going through Dad's hamper together or the fact that we'd both seen each other shoot our loads. When we pulled up to my place, Uncle Chuck said he would be in touch with more details about Dad's visit, before he pulled away. About two hours later, there was a knock on my door. It wasn't exactly what I expected, but it didn't surprise me either. I opened it up and there stood my uncle "Hey Uncle Chuck! What's up?" I answered, trying to sound as innocent as possible. "Mind if I come in?" he asked, and I gestured for him to come inside. We walked over to my kitchen table and sat down. "This seems very familiar, but...I've got to ask you about something." "Oh, really? What is it?" I knew that he knew I was playing dumb, but it was still fun to see him squirm and my dick was already getting hard just knowing what he was going to say next. "Do you know what this is about?" He reached into his pocked and pulled out a bundle of white cotton. Slowly, he unwrapped it, the folds sticking together. Finally he was able to separate the bundle into two distinct pairs of briefs--one with our favorite black-and-gold waistband, the other with my more familiar blue stripe--each with conspicuous stains across the crotches. I was fully hard by the time. "Remember when you dropped me off at Dad's earlier and he was already home hanging out? Well, he was quite literally hanging out, sitting on the couch in just his briefs, beating off with a pair of mine pressed to his face." I watched as Uncle Chuck's jaw went slack. "What happened after that?" he asked. "A bit of talking, but it led to him grabbing me your dirty shorts from the other night and us sitting side-by-side and going to town." "And then what?" "And then we both came and he decided to wrap up our mess for your enjoyment. Oh, and he gave me these since I was out of fresh laundry." I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans, letting them drop to the ground to reveal the pair of Staffords and my very obvious erection. "Holy shit," was all he said as he hands when to his pants and he pushed them off, revealing his own Jockeys. His left hand immediately dove underneath the waistband and began to move rhythmically. I stepped closer and he grabbed my leg, pulling my crotch into his face. I could feel him inhale my scent through the fabric, his lips no more than inch away from my dick. "God you smell so good." "From what I've smelled of you, I could say the same." I said. He looked up at me, his eyes flashing between afraid he'd stepped to far and excited for what was to come. He then stood up, hand still in his briefs, and gestured toward the seat. I took it and he stepped toward me. "Now's your chance to smell it straight from the source." He said. I pressed my face into his crotch, his erection pressing into the side of my face as my nose was at the level of his pubes and my mouth sat at the base of his penis. His scent was rich--likely helped by the fact that he'd spent the morning hiking in them. As I was inhaling his scent, I reached into the pair of Dad's underwear I was wearing and began to jerk myself. Against my cheek, I could feel Uncle Chuck's hand moving, stroking his erection as his nephew was nose deep in his underwear. I slowly moved my nose down, getting closer to his balls, where the cotton had a muskier smell. This prompted him to speed up his pace, thus prompting me to jerk even faster as well. I ran my nose upward, following the tent out to where the head of his cock was. My lips ran over the ridge and to the wet spot. It was sticky and tangy as I ran my tongue across it. Chuck's hand slowed down a bit, so as to not hit me in the face. I wrapped my lips around the end of his dick, sucking to get as much of his taste down as possible. We We went like that for a few minutes before I reached down and fished my cock out of the fly of the Staffords, giving me free reign to pull at it. Uncle Chuck stared down at me, his fist struggling beneath the enclosure of the fabric. He finally took his hand out and used it to pull his boner through the Y-front fly, revealing it to me on purpose for the first time. The head was shiny and went from where I'd been sucking on it. It looked very similar to Dad's in fact--a massive head on top of a thinner shaft. He wrapped his fist back around it and started stroking again. The first thrust pushed forth a glob of precum, which I proceeded to grab with my tongue and swallow. It tasted better than anything I could imagine from a laundry pile. I needed more. I wrapped my lips around his head, slowly engulfing him. Meanwhile, my own penis was leaking so much precum that my hand was gliding over it with ease. Chuck was fascinated and continued to stare at me as I took him in and began to suck. I couldn't believe what was happening as Chuck grabbed my head and began to thrust into my mouth, my nose mashing into the Jockey waistband that had captivated my fantasies for so long. It wasn't long until I could feel his knees buckling. He braced himself and I felt him begin to explode in my mouth. After the first warm jet sprayed onto my tongue, he pulled out and grabbed himself, spewing the rest down like a faucet, right into my lap. There I sat, wearing a pair of my Dad's tighty whities with my uncle's cum in my mouth and, now, all over my cock. I rubbed it all over my dick and used it to further lubricate myself. It didn't take long, jerking with my Uncle Chuck's cum as lube while staring at the man himself, his still-hard cock poking forth from his Jockeys, before I myself began to cum. Spurt after spurt sprayed forth, splattering like cannonballs all over my briefs. I removed my hand, with one glob still at the tip of my dick. I didn't even have to look at Uncle Chuck; he dropped down and licked it up. I stared at his mouth as his tongue ran my seed all over his teeth and gums before swallowing it. "So, I guess our trip with Dad is going to be a good one?" I asked. Uncle Chuck stood up, tucking himself back into his shorts. "Oh, even more than I could have imagined." He said.