After a good 30 more minutes we finally begin to board, Javier went back to the bathroom to readjust his already uncomfortable undie situation and honestly he came out walking smoother, maybe those briefs needed a good stretching in order to fit all his junk in the front and the trunk. So far 3 out of the 5 guys, including myself have on briefs. I know Paul is wearing boxer briefs because he's wearing basketball shorts and his brieflines were so noticeable, I'll figure out his brand later on the flight. Mark is the final mystery, typically I'm good at noticing brieflines but he's wearing khaki shorts that I can't determine what's underneath. I needed to figure it out and decided to see if Paul would help me find out so I whispered to Paul while we were boarding "Hey I guarantee Mark has briefs on too." He slightly turned his head behind us which gave both Jerome and Mark a suspicions look. We giggled and he whispers back "you might be right, but what's funny is I haven't even wedgied you yet... you must be trying to stay on my good side Fruity Loom Frank."
I blushed and said "Woah tiger, I'm sure you will still wedgie me but I'd rather have the honors last, you do give great wedgies, and I want you to take your time." I wink while trying to sound as gay as possible to low key make it awkward but all it did was make him blush and as I walked ahead he slapped my ass, instantly making me think he's going to wedgie me in the tunnel to the plan. Luckily I was wrong but at least I know I'll be getting a good wedgie from him later. As we are almost on the plane, Paul enacted his plan to expose Marks hidden underwear mystery under his khakis. He was acting overly excited to board and wrapped his arm around his neck saying things like "Yo you ready to fuck shit up bro? All the chicks are going to be all over us bro, We are going to be so lit!" In all that hype he "accidentally" dropped Marks phone out his hands so he could bend over and pick it up. I turned back to see the commotion and of course Paul is gleaming with a mission of pain and embarrassment written on his face. We purposely were the last 5 to board so no one was in the tunnel but us and baggage people. Poor Mark didn't even see it coming when Paul dug right into his khakis, stretched out the white fabric, a yelp came out and instantly his underwear shot right in between his gigantic jiggly ass. He too was wearing Calvin Klein, but I was wrong, they were just tight, cheeky boxer briefs, but they thonged up almost as easy as briefs would. Paul was merciless and lifted Mark off the ground, displaying some cheekage on the way up. It was short lived but I know I could replay it back in my head forever, even in slow motion. We had to get on the flight so Paul put him down and with no time Mark had to waddle his beautifully huge wedgie ass onto the flight and since people were already occupying the restroom on the flight he just went straight to his seat, deepening the wedgie as he bent and sat. The winced expression only made it that much more satisfying to watch him settle into it. Now looks like I'm going to be the last one to get mine, lucky me!
