Sections Want to see people with their underwear being pulled up high? Click here... Pictures To see other wedgie websites, Click here... Links Want to read about all types of people and their wedgie experiences? Click here... Stories To read about wedgie ideas, and types of wedgies that can be given click here.. Ideas The last section is movies, and videos... Click here to see them... Videos Wedgie Stories These stories were taken fromWorld Wide Wedgie Dockside Wedgie Justin and I wanted to go fishing, so his dad drove us up to a lake just 20 minutes from our neighborhood. By the way, Justin and I live on the same street. Anyway, his dad left and told us that he would be back in 5 hours. So, we walked for a few minutes from the parking lot to one of the docks that was unoccupied and unloaded our stuff. It was summer, so we both threw our shirts off and took off our shoes. Justin took care of all the fishing poles - tying on the bobbers, tackles, doing the whole line thing. Justin is one of those "Bass Pro" T-shirt wearing kinda guys. So anyway, I was sitting there picking at the bait and telling him that he smelled like it. After several minutes of my teasing he got pretty annoyed and asked me if I wanted a wedgie. I kept teasing him, until suddenly he threw down the pole that he was working on and lunged at me. We were both wearing only underwear and Nike shorts with our waistbands exposed. We wrestled around on the dock, giving each other wedgies. He kept grabbing my waistband and yanking at it but he never got a firm grip. I was doing the same to him until I grabbed his balls to get the upper hand. I then climbed around his back and sat on his head. I depantsed him, grabbed his waistband and yanked furiously. I pretended I was riding a horse, yanking and yanking his underwear, giving him a very hard wedgie, slapping him on his bare ass, and making cowboy noises. Finally we both heard a tear in his underwear and I decided to stop before I tore them completely off. (We were running dangerously low on undies). I quickly turned around, snatched his pants off of his legs and hurled them into the lake. We were both laughing hysterically, but his laugh was somewhat nervous. He picked his wedgie and was now in nothing but very stretched, sagging underwear. He reached for a pole and tried to fish out his pants, but after several straining minutes he decided that he was going to have to go get them. He jumped into the water, found his pants, and swam back to the dock. He threw his pants up on the dock, but before he could get back on, I grabbed his underwear and wedgied him while he was halfway on the dock and halfway in the water. I pulled hard, but not hard, enough to finish the rip, insisting I was "helping him back up." After a while I let him, go and I pretended that I was going to finally start fishing. He grabbed his pants and was about to put them on, but before he could, I grabbed them and sprinted off. He ran after me, picking up algae from the side of the lake and hurling it at me. I did the same, and we both had algae hanging from our hair. After a while I got tired and let him have his pants back, but not before all of the other people fishing had seen him running in his wet and dirty, saggy underwear, which kept sliding off and showing his plumber's crack. We still laugh about that day. It was tons of fun. We also caught a duck after 30 minutes of luring it with bread. Of course, we let it go, but that was after we realized it didn't fit into our cooler. Since that time, Justin has grown a lot bigger than me, and now he dominates whenever we wrestle. Back then he was only slightly bigger than me, and I was a better wrestler and used to dish out all of the wet willies, spankings and wedgies. Now, sadly he dishes most of them out, and they are a lot more painful than they were back in seventh grade! Home Lists and home To go back the the main page, just click here... Home To email the me, click here... Email Blu3Wedgie@yahoo.com