So Many Dirty Socks

I lived in a mobile home where I raised my nephew when this story took place. He was about 13 at the time.

His bedroom was right next to my bedroom, so often I could hear what he was doing in bed by the sounds of his bed moving. One day, I was gathering up the laundry in his room when I looked down and saw a sock just under his bed. I got down on my knees to retrieve the sole sock, but also looked under his bed to find lots of his socks. I started to pull them all out from under his bed.  The slightest inspection was obvious, most of his socks were stuck together. On a whim,  I looked at them closer, yup dried cum.

Just as I began throwing his socks into the basket he walked into the room. He said, "Uncle Jim,  I can explain about the socks being under my bed."

I turned around and said,  "There is nothing to explain, they're just dirty socks." I continue to throw them into the basket.

As I was walking by him, he said,
 "Uncle Jim, I'll just put my dirty socks in the laundry basket from now on.
I rubbed his head and said  "Thank you."

Farm Boy