Gay wedgie story

And why did he squeeze my balls. I let go of his boxer briefs and turned him around by his waist and preceded to wedgie him from front.

No talking of things beyond current books, movies, or TV shows. We were seeing each other a lot more and one day after a choir rehearsal he saw me walking in the parking lot and pulled up beside me.

         "Get in, I'll drive you home.”

         From there on out, everyday Chase would drive me home. After class we would always walk in the same general direction to go towards our next one.

That was when I said something I never thought I'd ever say out loud.

         "What if I gave you a wedgie right now?"

         I thought it and I guess it was one of those moments when your thoughts get spoken out loud when you don't want them to. My body matured late when I was a freshman in High School, and that's when things began to grow with my particular interest.

         His name was Chase.

Now, I'm not discrediting my previous stories. I remember that. He treated me like a bro and would tease me if I texted him something grammatically incorrect but would comment on how he noticed that I wasn't making those mistakes anymore when he'd notice them never happen again. Chase and I along with the rest of our group of theatre friends quickly got our costumes off and went to the cafeteria.

I always liked having time to myself before the rehearsal would resume. As with any item on Writing.Com, the content rating MAY or MAY NOTbe accurate and the site makes no guarantees as to the accuracy. He was a junior and much taller than me but was still what you would call a skinny white boy. He was hard to, but I wouldn't dare touch the bulge.

I didn't know nor believe what I was doing, Chase almost immediately upon my first tug of his wedgie reached one of his hands down and cuffed them around my bulge, giving them a slight squeeze. I went to the urinal and used the bathroom as we continued to talk and when I turned after zipping up my pants, Chase’s eyes locked with mine.

He was very nice.

Insisted that I stand next to him on the carpeted bleachers. I don't remember the meal, but I remember being the first one to start heading back to guys dressing room. Those things did indeed happen. It was as if we both stopped breathing. He would tease and poke fun, but I would tease and poke fun right back and was never afraid of not being myself around him.

However, since this story is created by members, Writing.Com can not control the content within it. But I kept pulling until he let go of my balls, my other hand grabbed his trunks, which at that point were moderately up his back, leg holes exposed and all. I wasn't fully aware of my attraction to them in a sexual sense, but I wasn't looking at porn on the internet, but was instead watching these videos of kids my age and older giving wedgies to each other.