Peter Parker, Wedgie Boy

Part One

Peter was in bed, sleeping like a baby. It was 6:59AM on a Wednesday morning, he was enjoying his last few seconds of peace. His alarm began ringing in his ear and he shot right upward and then collapsed again, feeling around for his alarm to turn on snooze. He drew his blanket over his face and groaned, he really didn't want to go to school today.

After a few minutes, he sighed and got out of bed, rubbing his eyes. He was wearing tighty whities, the waistband almost covering his bellybutton, and a faded Spider-Man shirt that was becoming a little small. Suddenly, his bedroom door swung upon and instinctively, his hands moved to cover his crotch, his legs turned inwards.

"Aunt Maaaay!" He whined, turning away from the woman in the doorway.

"Sorry, sorry! I thought you were going to oversleep again!" She said as she turned away with her hands up as if in surrender.
"C'mon, your breakfast is waiting!" She closed the door and Peter let his guard down again. He sighed and slipped a pair of plaid boxers over his briefs and a hoodie over his shirt, zipping it all the way up. Aunt May had prepared him bacon and eggs in what he guessed was a smiley face. It actually made Peter feel a little better about the day ahead.

"I didn't see you come in last night! What were you up to?" Aunt May asked as she took a seat across from Peter.

"I was just hanging with Harry at his place, must have lost track of time, sorry", Peter said sheepishly. That was only a half-lie, he had indeed been hanging with Harry, hanging by his underwear at the park near school.

*Yesterday afternoon*

Peter and Harry were on their way to grab some food after class. They thought they were in the clear when Flash was distracted swirlying some poor freshman, but he expected them to take their shortcut and was ready to deliver his daily wedgies.

Before long, Peter and Harry were both dangling from the fence helplessly, their trousers around their ankles and their pristine white underpants digging in to both of their behinds. Harry was clutching his crotch in pain, Peter was squirming around, his hands gripping the fence trying to free himself.

Flash was admiring his work, chuckling to himself. "Dweebs in tighty whities, they sure make for a satisfying day's work. Especially when they're wimpy, right Parker?" Flash asked. Peter gave a very small nod, looking away from his bully. Flash took a step closer to Peter, "say you're a wimpy dork."

"I-I'm a wimpy dork" Peter said, not daring to look Flash or Harry in the eye. Flash knew that Peter liked Harry and always made sure to embarrass Peter further in front of him. Flash snickered, "No shit" he said cruelly. For good measure, he stripped Peter of his jeans and threw them in to the trash cans at the park entrance and dumped the contents of another trash can on top of them. "Later losers" he called back as he began walking away.

Peter had been sniffling as he was trying hard not to cry in front of Harry, who was trying to console him without making him too emotional.

"Hey man, it's alright. I don't know why he goes after you so much...you don't deserve that, Peter" Harry said with a small smile, somehow still retaining some dignity with his pants around his ankles.

"Thanks man" Peter said, his voice cracked just slightly but Harry pretended not to notice. They spent the next two hours hanging on the fence until a twenty-something jogger helped them down. They both managed an awkward and mumbled thanks as they dug out their underwear from their behinds. The jogger understood that they didn't want to talk about the wedgies or Peter's missing pants and went on his way. Harry took off his hoodie and wrapped it around Peter's waist, covering his mangled underwear.

"C'mon, lets go home" Harry said, putting his arm around Peter's shoulders, he was always trying to lighten the mood.

*Present*

"Well try to scare me a little less, will you? Just let me know where you are" Aunt May said.

"I-I will, I'm sorry" Peter said, wishing he could tell her what was happening. He was simply too embarrassed.

He finished his breakfast, ran upstairs to brush his teeth and went back to his room. As he slid his boxers halfway down, he stopped and slid them back up. He couldn't part with his tighty whities, but maybe wearing boxers over them would garner less wedgies. He pulled on some cargo shorts and slipped on thick white socks and worn black sneakers. Grabbing his bag on his way out the door, he shouted a goodbye to Aunt May and began walking down the street towards the bus stop.

When the bus arrived he made his way down the aisle with his head down,  ignoring the comments from some of his classmates, "look it's wedgie boy!", "what's up Pussy Parker?"

He sat down when he saw Harry and the empty seat next to him. He heard an older girl behind him whisper to her friend, "no, he's cute, like a little brother" which made Peter's cheeks go bright red.

As they were spending the bus ride arguing about who was better at Smash Bros, Peter had a terrible realisation. He was still wearing his faded, outgrown Spider-Man PJs shirt underneath his hoodie.

"All good dude?" Harry asked, noticing his worried look.

"Y-yeah, just forget to uh, do something" Peter said.

"Study for Maths? Me too, I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do if there's a test..."

But Peter wasn't listening, he was on his way to school wearing his kiddy Spider-Man shirt that he's had since freshman year and was trying to think of some way to make sure no one would see him in that. But the bus was slowing to a stop outside school and everyone was starting to disembark. He'd have to think of something soon, for now he just tugged his hoodie down a little lower and jumped off the bus, making his way towards the entrance.