Peter Parker, Wedgie Boy

Part Three

When the bathroom door closed, Harry was on his feet with his hand to Peter. He took it and was pulled to his feet, revelling in the close contact. "How are you, buddy?" Harry asked.

"I'm okay, thanks man" Peter said with a small smile. But he wasn't really, what just happened was maybe the most humiliating thing that had happened to him and he was heartbroken that Harry had seen everything. What was worse was that it really was his first kiss. He hadn't noticed that his lip was trembling until Harry suddenly drew him in to a friendly hug. Peter nestled his head in the small crevice between Harry's neck and shoulder and cried.

After a couple minutes of sniffling, Harry began patting his back and Peter raised his head, sheepishly looking at Harry. His eyes, nose and cheeks were red, there was no hiding that he'd been crying and they were due at the locker room soon.  "It's alright, buddy" Harry laughed, patting his back again as Peter wiped his face and gave another muffled thanks.

"Dude, your underwear" Peter said with a small laugh, pointing to Harry's tighty whities that we're hanging out halfway down his legs.

"I don't think they'll fit in my shorts anymore", he sighed, tugging on his underwear which had lost all elasticity.

"I have another pair, I mean if you want", Peter said, trying hard to sound nonchalant, "in case I get a really bad wedgie and they rip".

"Oh yeah, that'd be sweet, thanks" Harry said, sighing with relief. He sidled over to the rubbish bin and removed his briefs without stepping out of his shorts. He held them in front of Peter, the waistband was now wide enough to hold three people and they hung from the height of Harry's shoulders to his knees. Both boys allowed themselves a small, earnest laugh and Harry shook his head, throwing the underwear away.

The hallway was mostly deserted and Harry jogged to the locker room, Peter speed-walking close behind. When they got to the locker room, Peter grabbed the spare underpants from his bag and handed them to Harry. It was a significant moment for Peter but Harry didn't appear to think anything of it, turning away and dropping his shorts and sliding on the briefs. Peter turned away to be courteous and began undressing himself.

"Dude!"

Peter turned around to see Harry looking at his butt in the mirror, "you have your name written on these?" he asked in disbelief. PETER was written in black marker across the back of the waistband.

"It's Aunt May", Peter said with a small laugh. "Your Mom doesn't do the same?"

"Not since I was 10" Harry laughed, stepping in to his shorts. He leaned over and pinched Peter's cheek, "too old for having someone label your special underpants, dude", he said, mocking Peter in a friendly way.

Peter could feel how red he was, and could only scratch the back of his head and shrug, "yeah maybe" he said. Harry laughed and swung his arm around Peter's shoulder and began walking them both to the door to the school gym. Miraculously, the evidence of Peter's crying episode had vanished from his face.

They made the game just in time, though the teams were already divided, them being the last on each one was nothing unusual. And then, the game began. Harry was half-interested in the game, enjoying the game but mostly keeping an eye out for his friend, who was on the same team as Flash. Peter was ducking and hiding behind other players, and trying to keep away from his bully. Flash would occasionally sneak close to Peter and smack the back of his head but was mostly trying to win the game.

Soon, it was between Peter and Flash and Harry and another kid named Xavier, who wasn't half bad with a dodgeball. Harry was limber and managed to keep away from the balls Flash was throwing at him. Suddenly Peter felt an odd coolness on his bare legs, Flash had snuck behind him and pulled his shorts right down to his ankles. Peter's eyes grew wide in surprise and embarrassment, his hands trying to cover his underwear. Then Flash gave him a hard shove and Peter tripped on his shorts, tumbling to the floor.

Xavier looked around for a second, shrugged and then chucked his ball at Peter, it bounced off his back. Harry sighed and stepped to try to help him up but was hit square in the nose by a full speed ball from Flash. He gave a shout of pain and clapped his hand over his face, which was now bright red. As Flash was pointing and laughing at them both, a ball bounced off his shoulder. It was thrown by Xavier, who was now looking at Flash fearfully, he hadn't thought about the consequences of showing Flash up. The coach blew his whistle and everyone stood and began moving away from the court to the end of the room.

Flash was still glaring at Xavier, who gulped, and tried to avoid his eyes while they followed the crowd. Peter and Harry were close behind, Harry rubbing his nose and wincing, his eyes watering just a little. While they were changing they heard some shouting and poked their heads around a corner to find Flash giving Xavier a wedgie. He had curly blonde hair, but it was buzzed short and some light freckles on his face and body. He was wearing plaid boxers and the wedgie was clearly more lighthearted than the ones Peter and Harry got as they were both laughing.

"Lucky for you that you're wearing boxers, I thought for a second I found a new member of the wedgie boy club" Flash said, letting Xavier down.

Peter and Harry shared a look and ducked back to their changing spot, rushing to get away from Flash before he saw them. And they made it back to the hallway just as the bell rang.