My Early Wedgie Life

My Friend's Brother

I sent a lot of my summers hanging out with my best friend Corey at his house. Most of the time it was spent riding our bikes around the block, playing with the other kids on the street, or exploring the hiking trail that was just behind his house.

He had a brother who was 3 years younger than us, who is probably described best as a snot nosed brat. Always trying to get in our business, getting in my face, goofing off when I was trying to be serious, typical kid stuff.

This was when I was around 8th grade age. One day he was getting on my nerves and I decided to take him down. We were wrestling around in their backyard. He was strong, but I managed to take him to the ground. He wrestled me around more before I managed to latch onto the back of his underwear.

He instantly notices. "Noooo!" He yells out when he realized what was about to happen.

With both hands, I pulled his blue plaid boxers up his butt. He squirmed and reached back, trying to pry my hands off of his underwear. I laughed as I wedgied him, giving him what he deserved. I let go and he scurried away from me, trying to stuff his boxers back into his jeans. "Why would you do that?!" He yelled as I kept laughing.

It was around the time I had to go home, so I started walking to walk home, which was just 2 streets away. He followed me halfway home pestering me. "Why would you do that? You think you can just give people wedgies like that? Don't give me wedgies!"

I just laughed as he complained. I was nearly certain he was going to try to get payback, which would've been embarrassing getting wedgied in front of someone else's house. But I would've just done the same to him.

Fortunately, he stopped following me right before a hill, and I returned home unwedgied.