Jarron rushed down the hall to get to class.
"No, I can't be late! Not today!"
It was going to be a fun day in Spanish class. The teacher, Mr. Sanchez, had promised to make fresh corn tortillas for everyone. Jarron could smell the wonderful aroma as he rounded the corner in the hall. The last class had been out for a while and no one was wandering around. That is, except for Jarron and someone following him. Someone who loved giving wedgies.
Gregory wasn't your typical mean kid, he was more of an opportunistic kind of prankster. And opportunity seemed to knock on his door quite often lately. With three surprise wedgies given in one week so far, Greg was on a roll. So when he saw scrawny little Jarron rushing by, he couldn't believe his luck and ran on after him.
Jarron was almost to class when he felt the familiar tug of
a wedgie from behind. Greg had grabbed his undies and started pulling Jarron backwards, away from class.
"Oof! Hey! Let me go!"
But it was no use. With no one else nearby, Jarron was at the mercy of Greg's skilled wedgie giving hands.
"Ha ha! How does that feel riding up your crack, nerd!"
Jarron struggled as Greg kept pulling him back, moving further and further away from his tasty class.
"Hey! Let me go, I gotta get to Spanish!"
"Oh, too bad! The only thing you can get to right now is underwear physics! Ha!"
Greg grabbed Jarron's waistband with two hands and yanked him up in the air, right off the floor. Jarron yelped, feeling his undies tighten in his crotch.
"Hey, lemme go!"
Greg just laughed and pulled up harder, making Jarron's undies stretch and start to bust at the seams. Greg bounced Jarron up over and over, making the stretched out undies tear more and more with every pull. After a few good tugs, the seams of Jarron's waistband came undone, letting Greg pull it clean up over Jarron's head.
Now with super loose undies and no waistband, Jarron looked around frantically. His pants were still good, but he could feel the growing breeze from his drooping underwear.
Greg laughed, "Where you think you're gonna go now, nerd? I'm not done with you yet!"
Jarron tried to run but felt his loose undies bunching up inside his pants, keeping his legs from working very well at all.
Seeing the hall still empty and Jarron still vulnerable, Greg decided to kick it up a notch. "Hey now, you can't leave yet, I gotta get the rest of your undies!"
Jarron once again felt the tug from behind, this time on his pants. Greg lifted them up, giving Jarron a wedgie again.
"Hey, come on! Just lemme go!"
"Not a chance nerd! Not till I get every square inch of those undies off of you! Ha ha!"
Jarron held the front of his pants as Greg lifted him up off the floor, then felt his butt exposed as Greg pulled down hard toward the ground. A few quick yanks pulled Jarron's pants right out of his hands, crumpling on the floor along with his stretched undies.
Jarron gasped. He looked down only to see his pants and undies around his ankles and his little dick and balls out in the open air of the school hall. He grabbed the front of his shirt to try and cover his tiny package as Greg laughed hysterically at Jarron's nude behind.
Since Jarron was pulling his shirt forward, it lifted up in the back, giving Greg a full moon view. Even worse, Jarron was leaning forward to cover his privates as much as he could, making his crack spread open. Greg got an up close view of Jarron's tight pink hole, much to his surprise.
He couldn't help laughing more. "Holy crap nerd! Watch where you're pointing that thing!" And with that, Greg poked Jarron's hole with his finger. Since Jarron was bent over so far, Greg's finger went inside a little bit before Jarron pulled his butt away. He quickly let go of the front of his shirt and moved his hands over his butt to cover his violated hole.
"Oh my gosh! What are you doing to me back there!"
Greg laughed as Jarron turned around to face him, hands still securely covering his sensitive hole. This of course left Jarron's willy wide out in the open.
Greg laughed even harder as he was now getting a good look at Jarron's boyhood. Jarron was leaning back with his hands on his butt, pushing his hips forward and letting his little boy bits dangle freely in front of him. Greg was laughing so hard he almost couldn't breathe.
Jarron looked down again and saw his hairless little bundle now pushed right out toward Greg. Jarron's face turned bright red instantly. Greg was just pointing and laughing as Jarron stood there, stunned and completely embarrassed.
Greg fell to the floor laughing. "Oh my God nerd! You trying to pee on me or somethin, ha, ha!"
Jarron reached down to grab his pants, but hand a hard time since they were now bunched and twisted around his feet. He pulled and yanked up in a frenzy, desperate to cover his exposed genitals, but it was no use. He was stepping on them pretty good so every yank just ended up just making his tiny pecker dance around wildly, up and down, over and over.
Greg was busting up with laughter now. He had a close up view of Jarron thrusting up and down with his saggy little balls wiggling back and forth while his tiny dick danced right in front of Greg's face.
Greg couldn't take it anymore. He fell over on his back, laughing uncontrollably at Jarron's predicament. He'd pulled some good pranks before, and seen a few butts, but never had be seen anything close to the full display Jarron was showing him.
Jarron sat down on the floor, breathing heavily and still struggling with his pants and undies. He looked over and saw Greg laughing beyond all reason at his expense. He finally pulled up his pants and decided to...
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