At this point all the guys flocked to their respected spots in house. All you hear is doors slamming and bags unzipping as well all start to get ready for an adventure around the resort. As I'm on my knees unzipping my suitcase I didn't even pay Paul much attention so I never knew he even snuck behind me until my Hanes briefs were curled up in his hands. "Now Paul please be gentle!" I begged but ready for my overdue "punishment." He pulls up with clearly no mercy.
"I know you like you butt stuffed and hopefully you get it on this trip, but I'll get your ass ready for it, call it being a great bro!" Paul said with such conviction in his voice and he pulled up harder, the briefs now thonged in my ass! The sensation was great but I didn't want to over enjoy it, and I tried my hardest not to moan, I'm sure he would love that reaction but I can't give this bully that satisfaction. He now has me standing up on my toes, and my pants are starting to sag and my ass is on semi full display. He smacks it, making me gasp! Paul has never smacked my ass while wedgieing me, nor would i think he'd want to touch a man's bare ass, maybe a covered one. Now he begins to bounce me, I'm starting to really get turned on now, literally biting my lip and clenching my eyes shut, putting all my thoughts into things that will kill my semi chub!
"Dead babies, school shooter, leaking period pussy, grandma naked..."
Now my seams are popping giving me a distraction from trying not to stay turned on, making me refocus on this hot ass wedgie I'm getting! I let a moaned "fuckkk." The bouncing stopped, I'm in shock, I'm embarrassed, did I go too far again? Is this going to be awkward? What if he thinks I'm a weir..." I'm cut off!
"Guess I'll finish you off so you can finish off...get ready wedgie freak boy!" He states.
I'm hot red in the face and he just takes my briefs up in the air!
Lifts me up making my pants completely leave my waist, with more popping sounds, I'm moaning, not too loud for the whole house to hear, just in the comfort of us, and then it happens. Paul ripped my Hanes tightie whities right off my body, slicing up my ass straight over top my head and placed the ripped remains right at the crown of my head and in the same motion I came in the ripped remains that was still slung over my dick, which some cum got on the tile floor in our room. I'm gasping for air, trying to compose myself because I've never involuntarily came from my briefs wedgied in my ass! I drop down trying to get myself decent , pulling my pants up, and try my best to avoid even looking in Paul's direction who had been laughing the entire time. He comes over and pulls the ripped briefs off my head and draped over my neck now. I can't even look at him, still in shock. "Hey Franky, didn't think you liked wedgies that much. I gotta watch out for you, might have to do it again more privately or you might pop a boner in public ya lil wedgie weirdo!" His words were semi sincere and semi dickish. As he went to finish unpacking his suitcase, I put on some Calvin's, shorts and a crop top. Now technically the only person now who hasn't been wedgied was Paul and I'd be dammed if he thought just because he's trying to be the big bad bully on this trip that I can't take him on!
