Date: Tue, 28 Jan 2020 19:17:30 +0100 From: Future Cole Subject: Uncle Chuck's Underwear Drawer (Part 9) Hope you're continuing to enjoy this! 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. --- I followed Dad and Uncle Chuck back into the house, their cracks still full visible through the wet cotton of their tighty whities. I let the image burn into our memories. As we got inside, I could hear the drips falling from each of our soaking shorts splashing on the floor. "Maybe I should grab some towels," Uncle Chuck offered, "Before we track water all through the house." "I wouldn't mind getting out of these wet briefs myself," Dad said, pulling his waistband forward and releasing it. The wet cotton slapped against his skin. I got an idea. "Well, that might be where my surprise comes in," I said. "Give me a second." I ran upstairs and found my bag, reaching for the package I'd brought with me. I returned downstairs, arm behind my back. Dad and Uncle Chuck waited patiently upon my return, both of their cocks still visible in their underwear. "Surprise!" I pulled my arm out from behind my back and held forth a package wrapped in plastic. It was a six-pack of Hanes white briefs. "Wow," Uncle Chuck said, examining the package. "This was the brand your grandfather used to wear." "Really?" I asked. "Yep, Chuck would know best," Dad took the package from his brother. "Dad would always lose so many pairs it Chuck would always be sent out to get replacements. Funny, I never thought you were the culprit." "Rich, I'm sorry we didn't get to share in the fun back that," Uncle Chuck said, before turning to me. "Anyway, what's this for?" "Well, I didn't realize the whole connection, there which is an extra layer of excitement. But I thought since I've got my Fruit of the Looms and you've got your Jockeys and Calvins and Dad has his Staffords, it might be kind of fun to have a brand that's shared between us. That way, every time we wear them or do the laundry, we'll think of each other." I explained. "That's really sweet of you, Ryan," Dad said, reaching over to give me a hug. Uncle Chuck came in as well and grabbed us both like a bear. Our skin was dry, but I could feel the wetness of their briefs against me. As we pulled away, Dad grabbed the waistband of my undies and tugged them down. They landed with a smack on the tile floor. "You try them on first," he said. I stood there exposed in front of my dad and uncle, fully nude as they looked on clad only in their white briefs. I took back the pack of Hanes and pulled it open. I pulled out the whole package, with the six pairs all in one stack, and dropped it to the ground. I went to grab a pair of the top of the pile before I realized they were all inside of one another. I reached to the center and pulled out a pair that I quickly slid up my body. They felt somewhat stiff, fresh out of the package. The fit was someone different than my usual Fruit of the Looms, the legs riding a bit lower and the back panel fitting a bit more tightly around my ass. "Looking good," Dad remarked, looking at me up and down. He then turned to his brother and grabbed the waistband of his wet Jockeys, giving it a downward yank. "Let's see you next, Chuck." Uncle Chuck reached down to the briefs where I'd left them on the floor, in the process giving Dad and a great view of his spread ass and dangling scrotum. He shuffled one leg and then the other into the fresh drawers and them up. The waistband, with its dual grey stripe broken up only by the brand name, held firm at his hips. "You look just like Dad when he'd come home from work," Dad said, shucking his soaking Staffords and grabbing a pair of Hanes for himself. He pulled them up slowly, the waistband traveling up his thighs before hiding his balls from view, leaving just his cock exposed. As he continued to pull up, his meat too went behind the white cotton screen. Finally, he snapped the waistband and the three of us were matching perfectly. We stood side by side, feeling each other's cotton and comparing ourselves to one another. I started to get hard in mine, which was quickly noticed by Uncle Chuck. "I think I may need to wait a little bit, unless you want this guy to fall off," he said, grabbing his cock through the briefs. "Yeah, Ryan, let us build our stamina back up and then I think we can have a whole lot more fun," Dad promised. We decided to go upstairs and watch a movie. I picked on out and the three of us sat on the couch. I spent most of the time just watching Dad and Uncle Chuck, sprawled out in their underwear. At one point, Uncle Chuck got up and made us some sandwiches. We went back to the movie. As it went on, I started to see the men around me dozing off. By the time the credits were rolling, the two were both snoring. Dad had his hand lazily down the front of his new Hanes briefs while Uncle Chuck had his legs up, propping his bulge up in the process. I decided to take this opportunity to explore, knowing that I'd likely exhausted them with all of our fun in the morning. I snuck upstairs, following a path that had grown so familiar to me. Around the corner, I entered Uncle Chuck's bedroom. It was dead silent. I bee-lined for the dresser, where I slid the drawer open. As the drawer pulled out, it revealed the familiar neatly-folded piles of white cotton. Jockey and Calvin Klein logos greeted me, triggering my boner to grow and my heart to race. Even though I knew there would be no repercussions from this if Uncle Chuck walked in, I still got a thrill from it. I pulled the whole drawer out and set it on the bed to get the best view. As I rifled through, I got to the back right corner. First, there was a folded pair of my Fruit of the Looms that he'd taken from me as punishment for stealing his underwear so many times. They were almost stiff, the front almost dark yellow with his dried cum. Even the waistband had spots revealing where he'd let loose. Beneath that pair were a pair of Dad's Staffords. These ones weren't nearly as stained. I brought them to my nose and inhaled. They smelled somewhat fresh--they must have been the ones he'd grabbed on his way upstairs the other night. He probably hadn't even had a moment to have his way with them yet. Underneath those I found something completely different. Just as neatly folded as the rest, this pair had a waistband with a red line flanked by two thin black lines. The cotton felt different between my fingers, thinner and more fragile. I brought them up to look at them closer and the back of the waistband revealed a red logo with white writing: Hanes. These were my grandfather's underwear from decades ago. I brought them to my nose and inhaled, the scent faint but still driving my cock to finally leak through the cotton of the new shorts I was wearing. I couldn't help myself. I pulled myself out of the fly and began stroking, leaning against the bed for support. I couldn't believe Uncle Chuck had saved his father's dirty shorts for so long--and that I'd never spotted them in all these years of hunting. I was so invested in the tighty whities on my face, I didn't notice the figure in the doorway until I heard him speak. "Look at you go." It was my dad's voice. He stepped in to the room and over the bed. "Damn, and with pop's old shorts, no less." "Yeah, I can't believe Uncle Chuck had been saving them for this long," I said, not letting his presence slow down my tugging. He smiled as he watched. "Well, not exactly," Dad said. I lowered the briefs from my face. "What do you mean?" I asked. He grabbed the underwear from me and brought it to his own face. "You see, none of this was really a surprise to your uncle or me. In fact, we've been trading this old pair of pop's briefs for years. Sometimes, we'd let them rest and switch to each other's. Sometimes, we'd manage to swipe a pair from the locker room. The best was when you went back to wearing tighty whities--your uncle and I passed a pair back and forth so many times that we had to start carrying them in a plastic back to hide the stench." As he spoke, he grew hard in his underwear. I began jerking myself again. "So, you two have been playing along with me this whole time, pretending it was a shock that I found your underwear in Uncle Chuck's drawer?" "We even timed out you walking in on me to the minute," Dad said with a smile. He reached into his shorts and gave himself a stroke. "It was all Uncle Chuck's idea." I was simultaneously angry and so turned on. I began stroking even harder. I grabbed the pair of Dad's dirty Staffords from Uncle Chuck's drawer and brought them to my mouth, licking his dried load as he watched. His own pace began to pick up, a wet spot forming on the front of the fresh undies. We stood there, jerking our cocks over Uncle Chuck's underwear drawer. Dad's eyes were trained on my cock, its head bulging and spewing out precum like I never had before. I'd look over at Dad, nearly able to make out the head of his cock through the briefs as he'd managed to soak them pretty well through with his precum. "I want to show him how I really feel." I said, my fist a blur as I huffed on Dad's stained undies. I looked over at him and his hand was moving just as fast as mine, stretching his waistband with each pull. He still had his own dad's old undies in a ball, bringing them to his nose every few strokes. I felt the bed shudder a bit as Dad lost some of his balance, grabbing the waistband of his Hanes and pulling it down just in time. His cock popped out and jet after jet of his load splashed forth, landing all over Uncle Chuck's clean underwear. "Like that you mean?" With that, I too unleashed. My cum spewed forth, mixing with Dad's, soaking into nearly every single pile of Uncle Chuck's tighty whities. I shook my cock, letting another few globs off in the process. I then tucked myself back into my shorts. I looked up at Dad, his cock still hanging out the front of his underwear, a drop of cum still on its tip. I reached forward and pinched off the last bit of his load, bringing it to my lips, before returning my hands to his crotch, lifting the waistband forward and tucking him back inside. Dad folded up the pair of his dad's undies and I folded up my pair of Dad's, returning them to their spot in the back right corner. I then grabbed Uncle Chuck's underwear drawer, now covered with the loads of his brother and nephew, and returned it to the dresser. It wouldn't be at least until the morning that Uncle Chuck would find out what we'd been up to. "So," Dad said, "how about we head back downstairs and finish up that nap?" "That sounds perfect," I said. I gave my dad a hug, our bulges pressing together and our matching Hanes waistbands aligning. I couldn't wait for the rest of the night.