After about 30 minutes of Jerome still pouting from his wedgie, the rest of the crew show up. They immediately wish Jerome a happy birthday with bday hits, I'm shocked his arms didn't fall off by time all of us got our hits in. He was so sore but enjoyed the bro attention, and before we continued onto to the airport bar, Jerome pulls me aside and says "Franky please don't tell the other guys I'm wearing briefs, you were right it was laundry day and I was rushing and couldn't find anything , just please keep it between us." I gave him the most devious smile, put my mouth to his ears and said "I'll keep your briefs a secret only if you remain my wedgie bro this entire trip."
"No way Franky, that's so excessive please anything but that."
I scoff.
"Okay, I'm sure Paul would love to involuntarily make you his wedgie bitch instead."
I proceed to walk off and he grabs me and just says "fine, but only in private and don't be a dick about it."
I smiled and said "deal, wedgie bro."
We head over to the tequila bar and of course there are shots waiting for us. We each slugged back 3 shots in 30 minutes and went to our designated gate to head to Cancun. As we approach, I notice Javier walking slightly off. I then notice he's wearing tight jeans that looked so uncomfortable. We sit at the gate but Javier had to ease his way down and then I notice it. Due to the tightness of his pants, his budge was on full display, and trust me, sharing a locker room and competition hotels with this stud, that dick was huge. But today is was so scrunched up and that's because he was wearing briefs. Now Javier always wore boxers or boxer briefs due to his impressive package and of course he teased me all the time for wearing briefs, so when I saw his brieflines I had to tell the main wedgie master of the squad: Panty Pulling Paul.
Now I whispered to Paul about Javier definitely having briefs on and he immediately made this huge devious smile. I also noticed Jerome side eyeing me probably thinking I told Paul. As Javier got up to hit the restroom before the flight Paul followed behind him. Jerome then comes next me and says "I thought you weren't going to tell Paul."
"I didn't tell Paul about your briefs wedgie boy." I cackled at him. "I told him about Javier's."
Jerome's eyes lit up with both relief and astonishment. For the longest only I've been the one who wears briefs on a regular and with pride. The other guys have worn them before but again call them "laundry day fits." Five minutes had passed until a sheik could be heard from the bathroom. I smiled from cheek to cheek. Looking over my shoulder I see Javier and Paul come out. Paul looked like kid in a candy shop practically skipping back to his seat while Javier was waddling back over to us super red in the face. As Paul looked up he made eye contact with Javier, who rolled his eyes and said "come on man, I think enough people saw in the bathroom, can't I just ride it out until we land?"
With a firm "No. Show them or I'll show everyone at every gate around us."
Javier now nervous by Paul's threat submitted and turned around to the bros and lifted up his shirt. His super tight jeans and his firm bubble butt cuffing tight and right had a slither of baby blue sticking out at the seed of his pants. Belt still snapped tight and on the waistband read "Calvin Klein." Paul gave him a harsh wedgie and told him he had to show the bros what our fates will be on this trip if he catches any of us wearing briefs. Now we're all used to getting wedgied by one another but Paul would get them the most and made sure to always bully everyone in the process, he was like a backwards bully. He was again the shortest but could out wrestle all of us. I snapped a pic when Javier turned around just for my archives, and that's when I knew this was going to be a great trip!
