Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2020 18:17:16 +0100 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 6) Let me know if you like where this is going! 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 next two weeks crawled by. Uncle Chuck had barely texted me the whole time and I managed to squeeze in one call with my dad, during which the upcoming trip to Uncle Chuck's was only mentioned in passing. I managed to distract myself, alternating between sniffing and jerking off in the pair of Uncle Chuck's cum-stained Calvins that he'd left for me when he first confronted me about my habit and the pair of Dad's clean Staffords that he'd let me borrow after we'd jerked off together. The thought of the underwear fun that was to come didn't hurt the situation any. In fact, one afternoon the week before the trip, I went to the store and picked up a surprise to share with my dad and uncle. Finally, it was Friday and, after work, I headed to Uncle Chuck's after work. I tried my hardest to not speed the whole way there, but I still managed to set a personal record for the trip. When I arrived, only Uncle Chuck's car was in the driveway. I got out and walked to the door, which opened as I approached. There stood Uncle Chuck, dressed simply in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. "Ryan!" he greeted me, grabbing me into a big bear hug. I hugged him back, appreciating his muscular back with my hands for the first time. "Perfect timing. Your dad just called to let me know he's almost here." "Awesome!" I dragged my weekend bag through the door and put it to the side. Chuck brought me to the kitchen, where he'd fixed some drinks for us. We chatted for a minute before we heard the knock on the door. We both made our way back to the entryway and Uncle Chuck opened the door. "Richard, welcome! Come on in!" Dad came in and gave us each a hug. With him he had a large duffel bag, which he left by the door. He followed us into the kitchen and we continued drinking and catching up. Before we knew it, nearly two hours had passed. "Shall we head to the living room?" Uncle Chuck asked. We nodded in agreement and followed him. "So, I feel like I should clear the air here." Dad spoke up as we sat down. My heart skipped a beat. "I feel like we all have some secrets here and it would just be healthier if we let them out in the open. Chuck, how about you start." "Well, Richard, I'm not sure how much of a secret it is since I know Ryan already told you, but I've been stealing your underwear for years." My dick perked up at this as I watched my Dad's face react to his brother confessing his fetish. "You don't have enough underwear of your own? Seems like with a place like this you could afford an extra six-pack every now and again." I couldn't believe it. Dad was really going to make him say it. "Rich, it's not for me to wear. I sniff your dirty shorts when I jerk off. Okay?" He head hung low as he admitted his dark secret. Dad smiled. "Doesn't that feel much better?" He asked. "And Ryan, is there anything you want to confess?" "I've been doing that same thing, but with Uncle Chuck's underwear." I held his eye contact the whole time. "Is there anything you wanted to share?" Dad laughed. "Did you find the present Ryan and I left you, Chuck?" Chuck nodded. "Well, I think that's all that needs to be said about that. Is there anything else?" I didn't know how much Dad and Uncle Chuck had talked in the previous two weeks, so I decided to go for broke. "Uncle Chuck let me sniff his underwear while he wore it and it kind of lead to me sucking him a bit before he shot his load all over my dick." Dad's eyes went wide and I realized this had been a secret just between Uncle Chuck and me. I worried I might have changed things. I looked to Uncle Chuck. "I'm sorry, I didn't know he didn't know." "Ryan, it's fine." Uncle Chuck put his hand on my shoulder. "Believe me, your dad and I have done much worse." "Well, in honor of this weekend, I have a bit of a surprise." Dad got up, interrupting my chance to ask for more. He walked back to the front hallway and returned with his duffel bag, hauling it onto the table. "It's been a busy few weeks up at home and I haven't quite had a chance to get the laundry done. So I brought it with me." He unzipped the bag and I instantly saw it was filled with probably a dozen pairs of briefs. Uncle Chuck and I stepped closer to the take a better look. Sure enough, Dad's now-familiar waistband criss-crossed the pile. As I looked deeper, I saw that every pair was stuck to itself in a similar way. Dad had literally brought a suitcase filled with his cum-stained tighty whities. "Now, what I was going to ask you to do, is to recreate the night you guys spent on my couch. Find your favorite pair and go to town. But now, I think I want you, Ryan, to end up the way you did the other week--with your Uncle Chuck finishing in your lap." "And what are you going to do?" Uncle Chuck asked, already thumbing through Dad's laundry. "I'm going to watch. Now, get going." He ushered me toward the duffel bag. I reached in, quickly growing hard in my pants. I pulled open a pair that looked like it held three or four loads, the crotch growing yellow from the amount of semen. Uncle Chuck snatched that pair from my hands. I inspected another, pulling them apart and inspecting the inside, finding faint drops of piss on the thinner flaps on the side. I finally found a pair that felt the freshest...it was still a bit damp in the crotch. I looked over at Dad and he nodded, as if knowing my question. Uncle Chuck dropped his sweatpants swiftly, revealing not the expected Y-front. He pulled up his shirt and I realized he was wearing one of his pairs of Calvin Kleins. "I thought you wore Jockeys, Chuck. At least, that's what I found in your suitcase the other week." Dad said, taking in the sight of his half-naked brother. "Your son asked me the same question not too long ago," he smiled at me, sitting down on the couch. "Sometimes I don't want the goods popping out when I don't expect it." I felt both of them turn their gaze to me as I disrobed. I pulled off my shirt, revealing the blue stripe around my waist. I then dropped my jeans, revealing the white cotton fabric. My boner poked out of the waistband of my Fruit of the Looms. I tucked it away, squeezing it through the fabric before taking a seat next to Uncle Chuck on the couch. Dad undid his shorts and let them drop to the ground, revealing his cotton-covered mound. As I took a look, I realized it too was stained. "I was serious when I said I haven't had time to do laundry," he said with a smile. He tossed his shirt aside and sat down on the edge of the coffee table, our knees just inches from one another. I began licking the front of Dad's dirty underwear, bringing his flavor back to life. Next to me, Uncle Chuck had begun on the inside of the crotch, inhaling where Dad's pubes had rubbed. He let out a groan and reached into his briefs. I looked over and Dad was playing with himself through the cotton. I decided to break the ice here and I pulled my cock through the fly of my Fruit of the Looms. A glob of precum stuck to my slit, which I thumbed up and put in my mouth, making full eye contact with Dad as I did. He smiled back, grabbing the waistband of his shorts and pulling it down, tucking it beneath his huge sack. He began stroking himself eagerly. Uncle Chuck matched me and spread his fly open, poking his cock out. Now the three of us sat exposed, with my dad stroking off with his tighty whitie waistband under his balls watching his brother and son beat themselves off through the flies of their own briefs, each with a pair of his dirty shorts pressed to their faces. "Try touching each other," Dad egged us on as his hand slipped up and down his shaft. I let go of myself and Uncle Chuck's hand reached around me. I grabbed his and gave it a hearty tug, causing precum to bubble to his head. I thumbed it, rubbing it around the head, lubing him up. He did the same to me, our strokes matching in pace. Uncle Chuck began to thrust into my fist. I looked over and he had pretty much all of the crotch of Dad's Staffords in his mouth. Uncle Chuck stood up, still jerking himself. Dad quickly grabbed the empty seat so he could have a better view of his brother's dick. "Go on, big bro, let it rip." He whispered, stroking himself with fervor. That was it. Uncle Chuck gave on last thrust into his fist, shooting the first jet right onto my chest. As I continued to stroke, the next shot landed just as it had two weeks prior, right on my cock. The next followed, making each stroke sound wet and sloppy. My pace picked up. A third splash landed on me before Chuck turned to his right, groaning has he let his next two shots land on his brother's boner. I looked over, struggling to keep from shooting right then and there, and watched Dad squeeze up his shaft, getting a big glob of Uncle Chuck's cum between his thumb and forefinger. He brought it up to his mouth and licked it clean, his eyes staring at me hungrily. "Don't shoot yet, Ryan." He whispered. We continued to jerk, both of our dicks coated in Uncle Chuck's load. Each slap seemingly got loader and wetter, Uncle Chuck now sitting across from us and watching, his shrinking erection still poking out of his fly. Finally, Dad stood up just as Uncle Chuck had. I didn't shrink away this time though, leaning forward to get as close a look as possible. With a grunt, he shot his load with full force. The first jet shot right onto my face, dripping down my lips and into my mouth. It was warm and tasted different from Uncle Chuck. I ran it around my mouth, savoring it has best I could. The following shots dripped out and landed right in my lap, leaving the front of my undies completely soaked and my dick fully lubed up. Dad sat down after he squeezed the last of his load from his cock. "C'mon, Ryan, it's your turn," Dad said as he rubbed the remaining jizz from his hand onto the already stained crotch of his Staffords. I decided to give them the show of their lives. Slowing my jerking for a bit before speeding it up. As I reached the edge, I stood up and let it rip. My cum shot like a cannon, the first spray hitting Dad in the chest before I alternated to hit Uncle Chuck in the stomach. I let the remainder drip out onto Dad's dirty underwear. "There we go, boys! Let's get cleaned up and ready for bed. It's going to be a busy weekend," Dad said getting up, tucking his dick away. Uncle Chuck followed, using his thumb to scoop my cum from his stomach and bring it to his mouth. He grabbed another pair of shorts from Dad's laundry bag on his way out of the room. That left me, cock still hanging out of a pair of underwear completely soaked with my dad and uncle's cum. As I put myself away, I decided I would pack them away, knowing my bag was going to look not too different from Dad's by the end of the weekend.