Dad’s boxers

When I was younger, my Dad, my uncle, and I would go on hunting trips to our cabin. We would just go and hang out, talk about sports, drink beer, talk about sex. You know guy stuff. So after we got unpacked and all that we arrived, the fire lit and started talking about girls and what we’ve done and all that good stuff. I think we talked till about 12 or 1 in the morning. So after we spoke, we decided to get to bed since we were going to wake up early to set up our gear. Since it was just us guys, we all slept in our underwear. My uncle had on a pair of boxers, my Dad had on a couple of boxer briefs, and I had the same. Well, I ended up sleeping like a rock and didn’t wake up when my Dad and uncle went out. I think I woke up at about 11; they were already long gone. So like any horny 16 years old, I had a killer morning wood when I woke up. So I tooled around the cabin for a few minutes until something caught my eye. My Dad’s boxer briefs hanging over the edge of the hamper in the corner.