Date: Thu, 8 Jul 2010 09:52:04 -0400
From: Load Guzzler <loadguzzler@gmail.com>
Subject: My Uncle's Briefs, Part 2

Feeling panic rising, I tried to calm myself by telling myself that the odds
that my uncle came home and decided to check the dryer before going to bed
was very slim. But it's funny when you've done something wrong, your mind
doesn't work all that logically. Looking around my room, I decided I had
enough clothing to call for a load of laundry. I needed a ruse to head to
the basement and get those squarecuts out of the dryer and back where they
belonged. I didn't want to risk just going downstairs and doing so in case
my uncle was already awake. Turns out that wasn't very necessary, for as
soon as I opened the door to the basement I could hear my uncle's
tremendously loud snores wafting up the stairs.


I went downstairs and deftly started up my load of laundry, then quietly and
surreptitiously pulled those briefs out of the dryer and placed them on the
folding table where I found them. Glancing over, I noticed the door to my
uncle's bedroom was ajar, and his loud rhythmic snoring persisted. Could he
be sleeping in those same pale blue briefs that I'm pretty sure he wore last
night? Figuring that I had already made enough noise doing the laundry,
which was right outside of his bedroom door, then surely I'll be able to
push open his bedroom door slightly without awakening him....


The fear I was lacking when I decided to go into his room came flooding back
to me when I saw the sights behind that door. There was my uncle, laid back
in his bed. One beefy leg was hanging over the edge, one arm up and near his
head, the other arm draped over his belly. And YES, there he was in those
amazing briefs! I was too young to know then that the fear I was feeling was
more EXCITEMENT than fear itself. Or perhaps it WAS fear, because I knew
there was no way in hell I could just stop now and retreat upstairs. Here's
my chance to really check out his bulge.


His loud snores were droning on, bringing me courage knowing that he was out
like a light. I entered slowly into the room and decided it would be best to
drop down and crawl towards the bed. Should he awake, from his vantage
point, he wouldn't be able to see me if I were crouched down on the floor.


I quickly made my way to his bed and took stock of that beefy leg hanging
over the edge. Huge masculine feet, nice thick calves....as I raised my
vision over the edge of the bed, there it was. My uncle's bulge was a
mountain of shining light blue. The light coming in from the open door was
perfect. The stretchy thin lycra material shining brilliantly. My heart felt
like it was going to explode in my chest. I cannot believe I was this close
to such an object of desire. Oh how I desired to push my face into that
bulge. To take in it's warmth and heft on my face. To curl up between his
legs and just rest my head on his thigh while rubbing my face all over his
hot fat bulge.


Studying it closely, I could easily make out all of the outlines. The light
blue fabric was very thin. His big walnut sized balls were clearly detailed.
I could even make out veins running along that tube of hot flesh. The flange
of his cockhead.....all of it so enticing. Could I really do it? Could I
risk waking him up by pushing my face into his bulge? I felt like I was
about to pass out from the excitement so I dropped back down onto the floor
to take a break and regain my composure. I just HAD to feel that in my hand
and in my face. When my face was hovering over it, I could FEEL the heat
emanating from it. Taking deep breaths, there was a wonderfully musky aroma
filling my senses. The chance of me being able to this again might never
come along again....


I quickly got up and on my way out I grabbed one of his discarded socks he
wore the night before from the floor. Standing in the hallway, I tossed that
sock at him to see if he'd stir. It hit him right on the side at his ribcage
yet his snoring continued as seamless as ever. Since I was back in the
laundry area, it was time to put the clothes from the washer into the dryer.
I did this as loudly as possible. Slamming doors, etc....still.....no change
in the rhythm of his snores.


Feeling a bit more confident now, I walked right into his room an got down
on my knees again at the bed. His position couldn't be more perfect. With
his one leg hanging off the edge of the bed and the other with his knee
slightly bent, his package was just BEGGING to be molested by me. I knelt
down on the bed between his spread thighs. The bed barely moved, yet I kept
my eyes on his face during this to see if there was any change in his
sleeping pattern. I had no clue what I was going to say if he were to wake
up, but I wasn't really thinking all that clearly at the moment.


Slowly I reach out my hand and hover it right over his bulge. I was
torn....I wanted to be gazing at the bulge, but I felt I needed to watch his
face at my first contact with his body. I slowly laid my palm down over his
mound with my heart in my mouth. OH MY GOD....it was SOOOOO warm and so
soft. The power emanating from that hot bulge was almost electrical. Lightly
groping and palming his bulge, I noticed once again no change in my uncle's
sleep. His loud snores were most welcomed as it was almost a guaranteed
barometer of how far I could go. Taking my hand off his bulge, I leaned in
with my face.....I started by dragging the tip of my nose along the outline
of his cock. Inhaling his musky aroma as I nuzzled my face into him. How I
longed to snake my arms under each of his thighs and hold onto that lycra
clad ass as I nuzzled my face into his hot pouch, but I didn't dare go that
far.


His cock was firm, but clearly it was the kind of cock that is just
naturally firm in it's flaccid state. He did not have a hard-on, but his
cock conveyed a healthy stiffness that made me moan. Clamping my lips
lightly over the base of his fat sausage, I nipped my way up his shaft til I
got to the flare of his cockhead.....FUCK that ridge was so pronounced.
Extending my tongue, i ran it along the ridge, the saliva from my tongue
leave behind a slightly darkened spot on the light blue fabric. Part of me
wanted to engulf his entire shaft into my mouth, but I was truly satisfied
just feeling his entire package on my face. Using my full face, starting at
my hairline, I started just under his huge bulge sack and ran my face
upwards, dragging his cock and balls across my face. Feeling the heat coming
off his bulge...feeling the slickness of the lycra sliding across my face.
My senses were becoming a bit overwhelmed. My heart was racing like made and
I started to feel a bit lightheaded. I continued rubbing my uncle's hot
lycra clad bulge in my face until I truly feared that I may very well indeed
pass out while doing so.


Panting heavily, I extricated myself from that position and from his bedroom
entirely. Back in the laundry room I had to sit immediately with my back
against the wall until I regained my composure. I wanted to do it all over
again, but I really felt like my senses couldn't take it. I was completely
wiped out. My plan was to grab my clothes from the dryer, retreat to my
bedroom and have a nice jerk session reliving that experience. However once
I got back into my room, I merely dropped onto the bed and fell into a deep
sleep.



.....more to cum.....