Hours at the carwash fundraiser to raise money for his daughter’s field trip left Guillermo hot, tried, and out of breath. He hadn’t even realize his pants had started to slip down until after he felt someone’s hands firmly grip the waistband of his boxer briefs. He was in for it now! He turned around and saw Sr. Sánchez another one of the kids’ dads deeviously smiling at him. “No man, don’t do this to me, not here in front of the kids. Don’t himiliate me like this, Don.” But his words fell on deaf ears. “Did you really think sagging your pants in front of all these kids is any worse?” He asked. “You should’ve thought about that before you came. Plus, these undies just look so temptingly stretchy. I just HAVE to give ‘em a yank!” and with that, up they went. The bright pink band and the blue and white striped fabric were well over Guillermo’s head in no time, leaving him moaning and trying desperately to keep the crushing fabric away from his testicles. Laughter erupted from the croud of students, teachers, parents and other onlookers who happened to be passing the school. Don pushed the underwear forward, securing them over his face so that the waisteband hooked under his chin. “Now THAT! Is a wedgie!” “Uuuuuugh!!” Moaned Guillermo, in excrusiating pain and embarassment. “DUDE, how could you DO this to me?!” He moaned, trying desperately to pull his underwear off of his face. The crowd clapped and cheered as he fought to free himself of his own underwear, his pants slipping down all the while. His generously large package and half chubbed cock jiggling all the while, in its striped prison. Finally, he dislodged the waistband, picked the wedgie, pulled up his pants and attempted to stuff his underwear back inside. But it was no use. Stretch and torn, the ruins were over 3’ long. The most humiliating part is while he was struggling, parents students, teachers, and even his own children had used the humiliated stud as a photo prop. It was going to take years to live this one down, if he ever could…