Julian 6 to 9

By YourWetDream

evulmat@gmail.com

Copyright 2025 by YourWetDream, all rights reserved

[7,778 words]´

Part 6

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains as Julian’s mom called up the stairs. “Boys! Breakfast is ready! Come down before it gets cold!”

Justin and Alex groaned, stretching as they woke up. Julian, however, was still fast asleep, sprawled out on his bed with the covers tangled around his legs. Justin and Alex exchanged a look, their grins widening as they realized this was the perfect opportunity to continue their teasing.

“Hey, Julian,” Justin said, his tone dripping with fake cheerfulness. “Time to wake up, sleepyhead.”

Julian mumbled something incoherent and rolled over, his back to them. Alex chuckled, leaning over to get a better look. “Oh man, Julian,” he said, his voice full of mock sympathy. “You’ve got a little... situation going on there.”

Justin followed Alex’s gaze and burst out laughing. “Oh my god, Julian! Is that your morning wood? It’s so tiny, I almost didn’t see it!”

Julian’s eyes flew open, and he quickly sat up, pulling the covers over himself. His face burned as he realized what Justin and Alex were talking about. “Shut up!” he hissed, his voice shaky. “Leave me alone!”

But Justin and Alex weren’t about to let it go. “Come on, Julian,” Justin said, his grin widening. “It’s just us. No need to be shy.”

Alex nodded, his tone teasing. “Yeah, we’re family. And besides, it’s not like there’s much to see.”

Julian’s face burned even hotter as he glared at them. “I said shut up!”

Justin and Alex burst out laughing, clearly enjoying Julian’s discomfort. “Alright, alright,” Justin said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “We’ll stop. For now.”

As Justin and Alex headed downstairs, their laughter echoing down the hallway, Julian groaned and buried his face in his hands. This was going to be a long day.

After breakfast, Julian’s mom announced that they were going to Grandma’s house to help with some garden work. “It’s a beautiful day,” she said, “and Grandma needs help pulling weeds and planting flowers. You boys are coming with me.”

Julian groaned inwardly. The last thing he wanted was to spend the day at Grandma’s, especially with Justin and Alex still riding high on their victory from the day before. But he knew there was no escaping it.

As they got ready to leave, Julian’s mom handed Justin and Alex matching jogging suits. “Here,” she said, “you’ll need these. Gardening can get messy.”

Justin and Alex grinned, clearly enjoying their new outfits. Julian, however, was left to wear his regular clothes—jeans and a T-shirt. He thought he’d gotten off easy, but he was about to be proven very wrong.

When they arrived at Grandma’s house, she greeted them at the door with a warm smile. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re here! The garden’s a mess, and I could really use your help.”

Julian’s mom nodded, her tone cheerful. “Of course, Mom. The boys are here to help. Julian, why don’t you start by pulling weeds in the flower beds?”

Julian sighed and headed for the garden, his jeans already feeling too hot and restrictive for the sunny day. As he knelt down to start pulling weeds, his mom called out, “Julian, be careful not to ruin your jeans! They’re brand new.”

Julian groaned, realizing he was in a no-win situation. If he kept his jeans on, he’d ruin them. If he took them off, he’d be stuck in his boxer briefs again. Before he could decide, Justin and Alex walked over, their grins widening.

“Having trouble, Julian?” Justin asked, his tone dripping with fake concern. “You know, you could always take your jeans off. It’s not like anyone hasn’t seen your little pee pee already.”

Alex nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, and it’s not like there’s much to see anyway.”

Julian’s face burned as he realized there was no escaping this. Reluctantly, he stood up and pulled off his jeans, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. Justin and Alex burst out laughing, and even Grandma chuckled.

“Oh, Julian,” Grandma said, her tone teasing. “You’re just a little boy. It’s okay to run around like that.”

Julian’s face burned even hotter as he knelt back down to pull weeds, trying to ignore the constant stream of teasing from Justin and Alex.

“Nice undies, Julian,” Justin said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Julian knelt in the garden, pulling weeds as fast as he could, hoping to finish the job and get out of there before Justin and Alex could make things worse. But of course, they had other plans.

“Hey, Julian,” Justin called, his tone dripping with fake innocence. “You missed a spot over here.”

Julian glanced over, his eyes narrowing as he saw Justin pointing to a patch of dirt near the garden hose. “I’m busy,” Julian muttered, turning back to his work.

But Justin wasn’t about to let him off the hook. “Come on, Julian,” he said, his grin widening. “You don’t want to leave the job half done, do you?”

Alex chuckled, picking up the garden hose. “Yeah, Julian. We’re here to help, remember?”

Before Julian could react, Alex turned on the hose, sending a spray of water directly at him. Julian yelped and jumped back, but it was too late—his boxer briefs were soaked.

“Oops,” Alex said, his tone dripping with fake sympathy. “Looks like you got a little wet.”

Justin burst out laughing, and even Grandma chuckled. “Oh, Julian,” she said, her tone teasing. “It’s okay to get a little dirty.”

Julian’s face burned as he tried to wipe the water off his boxer briefs, but it was no use. They were completely soaked, clinging uncomfortably to his skin. And to make matters worse, Justin grabbed a handful of mud and threw it at him, hitting him square in the chest.

“Nice shot, Justin!” Alex said, his grin widening as he turned the hose on Julian again.

Julian yelped and tried to dodge the water, but it was no use. By the time Justin and Alex were done, his boxer briefs were not only soaked but also covered in mud. He stood there, dripping and filthy, his face burning with humiliation.

Julian’s mom walked over, her expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Julian, what on earth happened to you?”

Julian didn’t respond. He just stood there, his face burning, as Justin and Alex burst out laughing.

“He, uh... had a little accident,” Justin said, his tone dripping with fake sympathy.

Alex nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, he’s just a boy. It’s okay to get a little dirty.”

Julian’s mom sighed, shaking her head. “Julian, you can’t stay like that. Take those off and go clean yourself up.”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “What? No! I’m not taking them off!”

His mom crossed her arms, her expression firm. “Julian, you’re covered in mud and soaking wet. You can’t wear clothes over that. Now, take them off and go clean yourself up.”

Julian hesitated, then glanced at Justin and Alex, who were clearly enjoying the show. Reluctantly, he pulled off his boxer briefs, leaving him completely exposed. Justin and Alex burst out laughing.

“Oh, Julian,” Grandma said, her tone teasing. “You are so cute, I would hug you right now if you were not that dirty.”

Julian didn’t respond. He just headed for the bathroom, his face burning with humiliation. His face burned as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself, trying to ignore the constant stream of teasing from Justin and Alex.

After his shower, Julian wrapped himself in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom, hoping to find some clean clothes to wear. But as he walked into the living room, he was met with the sight of Justin and Alex smirking at him, and Grandma rummaging through a drawer.

“Julian, sweetheart,” Grandma said, her tone cheerful, “I think I might have some fresh underwear for you. You used to leave some here during your visits when you were younger. Let’s see...”

Julian’s heart lifted for a moment. Fresh underwear? That sounded like a lifesaver. Wearing jeans without anything underneath would be uncomfortable, and he was already humiliated enough. “Thanks, Grandma,” he said, his voice hopeful.

But his hope was short-lived. Grandma pulled out a pair of brightly colored briefs covered in cartoon dinosaurs. Julian’s eyes widened in horror as he realized what they were—his old underwear from when he was twelve.

“Here we go!” Grandma said, holding up the briefs with a proud smile. “These should fit you just fine.”

Justin and Alex burst out laughing, their grins widening as they realized what was happening. “Oh my god, Julian,” Justin said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Those are perfect for you.”

Alex nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, they’re just your size. Literally.”

Julian’s face burned as he stared at the briefs. “Grandma, I can’t wear those. They’re for little kids!”

Grandma frowned, her tone gentle but firm. “Nonsense, Julian. They’re your size, and they’re clean. Besides, you were wearing those excavator briefs yesterday, and that was just fine. Why not these?”

Julian’s mom chimed in, her tone matter-of-fact. “She’s right, Julian. You need something to wear, and these will do just fine.”

Justin and Alex were practically rolling on the floor laughing now. “Yeah, Julian,” Justin said, his tone teasing. “They’re perfect for your little pee pee.”

Julian’s face burned as he realized there was no escaping this. Reluctantly, he took the briefs and went back to the bathroom to put them on. To his horror, they fit perfectly—snug around the waist and embarrassingly childish in design.

When he walked back out, Justin and Alex burst out laughing again. “Oh man, Julian,” Justin said, clutching his sides. “You look like a kindergartener.”

Grandma, however, wasn’t amused. “Now, boys,” she said, her tone firm, “that’s enough. It’s perfectly normal for boys to develop at different rates. Julian’s just a late bloomer, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Julian’s face burned even hotter as Grandma continued her lecture. “Some boys take longer to grow, and that’s okay. Julian’s still just a little boy, and there’s no shame in that.”

Justin and Alex were trying—and failing—to stifle their laughter, and even Julian’s mom was nodding along. “She’s right, Julian,” his mom said. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. In fact, I’ll take all these briefs home with us. You can wear them as long as they fit.”

Julian’s heart sank as he realized there was no escaping this. He was stuck wearing his old little boy briefs, and Justin and Alex were never going to let him live it down.

Part 7

After the gardening work was done, Grandma clapped her hands together, her face lighting up with excitement. “Oh, this is wonderful! The garden looks so much better now. Let’s take a group picture to remember this day!”

Julian’s heart sank as he realized what this meant. He was still wearing his old little boy briefs, and the thought of being in a picture like that was unbearable. But before he could protest, Justin and Alex were already herding everyone into position.

“Come on, Julian,” Justin said, his grin widening. “You’re part of the team. Get over here.”

Julian hesitated, his face burning as he walked over to join the group. Grandma stood in the center, flanked by Julian’s mom and dad, while Justin and Alex stood on either side. Julian was shoved into the front, his bright cartoon dinosaur briefs on full display.

“Smile, everyone!” Grandma said, holding up her camera.

Julian forced a weak smile, his face burning as the camera clicked. But just as Grandma was about to take the second picture, Alex reached over and yanked Julian’s briefs down to his ankles, leaving him completely exposed.

“Alex!” Julian yelped, his face burning as he tried to pull his briefs back up. But it was too late—the camera clicked, capturing the moment perfectly.

Justin and Alex burst out laughing, and even Grandma chuckled. “Oh, Alex,” she said, her tone teasing. “You’re such a troublemaker.”

Julian’s mom sighed, shaking her head. “Boys, that’s enough. Julian, pull your briefs back up.”

Julian’s face burned as he quickly adjusted his briefs, trying to ignore the constant stream of teasing from Justin and Alex.

“Nice shot, Grandma,” Justin said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “That’s one for the family album.”

After the group pictures were taken, Grandma handed her phone to Justin. “Justin, sweetheart, could you help me send these pictures to my sister? My glasses are somewhere in the house, and I can’t see the screen very well.”

Justin’s eyes lit up with mischief, but he kept his tone innocent. “Of course, Grandma. I’d be happy to help.”

Julian’s stomach dropped as he watched Justin take the phone. He had a bad feeling about this. “Justin, don’t—” he started, but Justin cut him off with a grin.

“Relax, Julian,” Justin said, his tone dripping with fake sincerity. “I’m just helping Grandma.”

Julian watched in horror as Justin opened the family WhatsApp group instead of Grandma’s sister’s contact. With a few taps, Justin uploaded all the pictures—including the one where Alex had pantsed Julian, leaving his little boy parts fully exposed.

“Oops,” Justin said, his tone dripping with fake regret. “I think I sent them to the wrong chat.”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “What? No! Delete them! Delete them now!”

But it was too late. The pictures were already in the family group chat, and the notifications started pouring in almost immediately.

Aunt Sarah: Oh my goodness, Julian! Are those your old dinosaur briefs? How adorable!
Cousin Emily: Wait, is that... Julian’s little pee pee in the last picture? Oh my god, I can’t stop laughing!
Cousin Jake: Julian, buddy, you might want to invest in some bigger undies. Just saying.


Julian’s face burned as he read through the endless stream of comments, each one more humiliating than the last. Justin and Alex were practically rolling on the floor laughing, and even Grandma was chuckling as she scrolled through the messages.

After the gardening fiasco and the WhatsApp disaster, Julian’s mom finally announced it was time to head home. Julian quickly pulled on his jeans and T-shirt, desperate to cover up and escape the constant teasing. But as they piled into the car, he couldn’t resist the urge to check his phone. The notifications were still pouring in, and his stomach churned as he opened the family group chat.

Cousin Emily: Julian, I can’t believe you’re still wearing those little boy briefs! You’re 15, not 5!
Uncle Tom: Hahaha! Julian’s little pee pee is the star of the show!
Aunt Sarah: Oh, Julian, you’re such a sweet little boy. Don’t worry, you’ll grow someday!

Julian’s face burned as he scrolled through the endless stream of comments, each one more humiliating than the last. Justin and Alex were in the backseat, their laughter echoing through the car as they read the messages over his shoulder.

“Oh man, Julian,” Justin said, his tone dripping with fake sympathy. “You’re really the star of the family chat.”

Alex nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, and it’s not like there’s much to see anyway.”

Julian’s mom glanced at him in the rearview mirror, her expression a mix of concern and amusement. “Julian, don’t worry about it. It’s just family.”

Julian didn’t respond. He just stared at his phone, his face burning as the notifications continued to pour in. 

When they got home, Julian’s mom insisted on having coffee and cake to “wind down” after the long day. Julian sat at the kitchen table, still scrolling through the family WhatsApp group, his face burning as he read yet another comment about his “little boy parts.” Justin and Alex were across from him, their grins widening as they continued to tease him.

“Hey, Julian,” Justin said, his tone dripping with fake sympathy. “Do you think your little pee pee will ever catch up to the rest of you?”

Alex chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, or are you just destined to be the family’s little boy forever?”

Julian didn’t respond. He just glared at them, his face burning, as his mom set a plate of cake in front of him. But before he could take a bite, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!” Julian’s mom said, her tone cheerful. She walked to the door and opened it, revealing two boys from Julian’s football team—Liam and Ethan. They were holding a pair of cleats, which Julian had left at practice the day before.

“Hey, Mrs. Carter,” Liam said, holding up the cleats. “Julian forgot these at practice, so we thought we’d drop them off.”

Julian’s mom beamed. “Oh, how thoughtful of you! Come in, come in! We were just having coffee and cake. You boys should join us.”

Julian’s heart sank as Liam and Ethan stepped inside, their eyes immediately darting to him. He was still wearing his old little boy briefs under his jeans, and the thought of his teammates finding out was unbearable.

“Hey, Julian,” Ethan said, his tone teasing. “What’s up, man?”

Julian forced a weak smile. “Uh, not much. Just... hanging out.”

Justin and Alex exchanged a look, their grins widening. “Oh, Julian’s had a really interesting day,” Justin said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Haven’t you, Julian?”

Alex nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, he’s been rocking the little boy look all day.”

Julian’s face burned as Liam and Ethan exchanged a confused look. “Little boy look?” Liam asked, his tone curious.

Before Julian could stop them, Justin and Alex launched into the story, complete with exaggerated gestures and sound effects. “So, Julian was helping Grandma in the garden,” Justin began, “and he got completely filthy. He had to shower and change, but he didn’t have any clean clothes, so he ended up wearing his old little-kid briefs—you know, the ones with cartoon dinosaurs?”

Alex nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, and then we took some pictures, and Julian got pantsed in one of them. It was hilarious.”

Liam and Ethan burst out laughing, their eyes darting to Julian. “No way—we need to see these pics!” Ethan said, his tone teasing. “Julian… you’re still wearing little boy briefs?”

Julian’s face burned as he tried to come up with an excuse, but it was no use. Justin and Alex were already pulling up the pictures on their phones, showing Liam and Ethan the humiliating evidence.

“Oh man, Julian,” Liam said, his tone dripping with fake sympathy.

Ethan nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, and it’s not like there’s much to see anyway.”

Liam and Ethan were still laughing at Julian’s expense, their teasing growing more pointed as Justin and Alex egged them on. “No wonder you never change in front of us after practice,” Liam said, his tone dripping with mock understanding. “You’re ashamed of your little pee pee, huh?”

Ethan nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, and I bet you don’t shower with the team because you’re worried we’ll see how... undeveloped you are.”

Julian’s face burned as he tried to come up with a response, but before he could say anything, his mom walked back into the kitchen, carrying a fresh pot of coffee. She overheard the tail end of the conversation and immediately jumped in.

“Julian, is that true?” she asked, her tone a mix of concern and exasperation. “Are you really too ashamed to change in front of your teammates?”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “Mom, no! It’s not like that—”

But his mom wasn’t having it. “Julian, there’s nothing wrong with being a late bloomer. It’s perfectly natural. And besides, you’re not modest at all at home! Just yesterday, you were running around the house in nothing but your underwear—or less!”

Justin and Alex burst out laughing, and Liam and Ethan joined in, their eyes wide with disbelief. “Wait, what?” Ethan said, his tone teasing. “Julian, you run around the house naked?”

Julian’s mom nodded, completely oblivious to Julian’s growing humiliation. “Oh, yes. He’s always running around like that. He’s not shy at all at home!”

Julian’s face burned as he buried his face in his hands. “Mom, please stop...”

But his mom wasn’t done. “Julian, you shouldn’t be ashamed of your body. It’s perfectly normal to develop at your own pace. And if your teammates are really your friends, they won’t care about something as silly as that.”

Liam and Ethan were practically crying with laughter now, and Justin and Alex were doubled over, clutching their sides. “Oh man, Julian,” Justin said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Your mom’s right. You shouldn’t be ashamed of your little pee pee.”

Justin, ever the troublemaker, leaned back in his chair with a mischievous grin. “Hey, Liam, Ethan,” he said, his tone casual but clearly calculated, “we’ve got a pool in the backyard. You guys should stay and swim. It’s way too hot to just sit around.”

Julian’s mom beamed, clearly thrilled at the idea of Julian’s friends staying longer. “Oh, that’s a wonderful idea! Julian, why don’t you give Liam and Ethan your swimming shorts? You can just swim in your underwear like you did yesterday. It’s not healthy for a young man to be so modest around other boys.”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “What? No! Mom, I’m not swimming in my underwear in front of my friends!”

His mom frowned, her tone firm. “Julian, there’s nothing wrong with it. You were fine running around in your underwear yesterday. Why should today be any different?”

Justin and Alex exchanged a look, their grins widening. “Yeah, Julian,” Justin said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “It’s not like your friends haven’t seen your little pee pee already.”

Julian’s face burned as he tried to come up with a response, but before he could say anything, his dad walked into the kitchen, his expression stern. “Julian, are you giving your mother a hard time again?”

Julian’s mom nodded, her tone exasperated. “Yes, he’s being difficult. He doesn’t want to swim in his underwear in front of his friends.”

Julian’s dad crossed his arms, his expression darkening. “Julian, do you want to get spanked like you did yesterday?”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “No! Dad, please—”

But his dad wasn’t having it. “Then do as you’re told. Give your friends your swimming shorts and get in the pool.”

Liam and Ethan burst out laughing, their eyes darting to Julian. “Wait, Julian,” Liam said, his tone teasing, “you still get spanked at 15?”

Julian’s face burned as he realized there was no escaping this. Reluctantly, he handed Liam and Ethan his swimming shorts and walked outside, his old little boy briefs on full display. Justin and Alex followed, their grins widening as they prepared to continue their teasing.

As Julian stepped into the pool, his face burning with humiliation, Liam and Ethan burst out laughing. 



Part 8

As Julian floated in the pool, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible, Justin and Alex were already plotting their next move. Justin turned to Liam and Ethan with a mischievous grin. “Hey, you guys ever play Shark Attack?”

Liam and Ethan exchanged a look, clearly intrigued. “What’s that?” Ethan asked.

Justin’s grin widened. “It’s simple. One person’s the shark, and the rest of us are swimmers. The shark has to chase everyone around the pool and give them wedgies. Last person to get caught wins.”

Alex nodded, his grin matching Justin’s. “Yeah, and since Julian’s already in his little boy briefs, he’s perfect for the shark.”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “What? No! I’m not playing that!”

But Justin and Alex weren’t about to let him off the hook. “Come on, Julian,” Justin said, his tone dripping with fake sympathy. “It’s just a game. And besides, you’re already in your undies. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Alex nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, and it’s not like there’s much to grab anyway.”

Liam and Ethan burst out laughing, clearly on board with the idea. “Alright,” Liam said, his tone teasing. “Julian’s the shark. Let’s do this.”

Before Julian could protest, Justin and Alex were already splashing him and shouting, “Shark attack! Shark attack!”

Julian groaned, realizing there was no escaping this. Reluctantly, he started chasing the others around the pool, his face burning with humiliation. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t catch anyone—Justin, Alex, Liam, and Ethan were too fast, and they kept taunting him as they swam away.

“Come on, Julian,” Justin called, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You’re supposed to be the shark, not the guppy!”

Liam and Ethan burst out laughing, clearly enjoying the show. But then, Justin had an idea. “Hey, Julian,” he said, his tone dripping with fake innocence, “why don’t we switch? You be the swimmer, and I’ll be the shark.”

Julian hesitated, but before he could respond, Justin was already chasing him around the pool. Julian yelped and tried to swim away, but Justin was too fast. He grabbed the waistband of Julian’s little boy briefs and yanked them up into a wedgie, sending Julian stumbling forward with a yelp.

“Gotcha!” Justin said, his grin widening.

Alex burst out laughing, and Liam and Ethan joined in, their eyes wide with disbelief. 

Justin’s grin widened as he declared the new rules. “Alright, new plan! Julian’s the only swimmer, and the rest of us are sharks. We take turns chasing him and giving him wedgies. Last shark to catch him wins!”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “What? No! That’s not fair!”

But Justin and Alex weren’t about to let him off the hook. “Come on, Julian,” Justin said, his tone dripping with fake sympathy. “It’s just a game. And besides, you’re already in your undies. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Alex nodded, his grin matching Justin’s. “Yeah, and it’s not like you’ve got much to lose.”

Liam and Ethan were already laughing, clearly on board with the idea. “Alright,” Liam said, his tone teasing. “Let’s do this.”

Before Julian could protest, Justin shouted, “Shark attack!” and dove into the pool, chasing Julian with a predatory grin. Julian yelped and tried to swim away, but Justin was too fast. He grabbed the waistband of Julian’s little boy briefs and yanked them up into a wedgie, sending Julian stumbling forward with a yelp.

“Gotcha!” Justin said, his grin widening. “Man, Julian, your undies are like a bullseye. So easy to grab!”

Alex was next. He swam up behind Julian while he was still recovering from Justin’s wedgie and gave him another one, this time even harder. “Whoa, Julian,” Alex said, his tone dripping with mock amazement. “I didn’t know your undies could stretch that far! You’re like a human slingshot!”

Liam and Ethan burst out laughing, and even Julian’s mom, who was watching from the patio, chuckled. “Boys, be careful,” she said, her tone amused. “You don’t want to tear his underwear.”

Julian’s face burned as he tried to adjust his briefs, but before he could, Ethan was already on him. “My turn!” Ethan said, grabbing Julian’s waistband and yanking it up. “Wow, Julian, your little pee pee is like a hidden treasure. You’ve gotta dig deep to find it!”

Liam was next, and he didn’t hold back. He gave Julian a wedgie so hard that Julian practically flew out of the water. “Julian,” Liam said, his tone teasing, “you’re like a walking wedgie magnet. You should charge admission for this show!”

After what felt like an eternity of wedgies and teasing in the pool, Julian’s mom called out from the patio, “Boys! Come inside! The pizza’s here!”

Julian’s heart lifted for a moment. Finally, a break from the nightmare. But as he climbed out of the pool, he realized his little boy briefs were so stretched out from the wedgies that they were slipping down with every step. He had to keep one hand on the waistband to hold them up, which only made the boys laugh harder.

Julian’s face burned as he walked over to the patio, his briefs slipping lower and lower despite his best efforts. His mom handed the other boys towels to dry off, but when it came to Julian, she took matters into her own hands.

“Here, Julian,” she said, her tone firm but gentle. “Let me help you dry off. You’re all wet.”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “Mom, no! I can do it myself!”

But his mom wasn’t having it. “Nonsense, Julian. You’re shivering. Now, put your hands up and don’t argue.”

Julian hesitated, then reluctantly raised his arms, his face burning as his mom started drying him off like he was a little kid. The other boys were watching, their grins widening as Julian’s briefs slipped even further.

“Oh, Julian,” his mom said, her tone exasperated as she reached down to pull his briefs back up. “These are so stretched out. Why didn’t you wear something more practical?”

Julian didn’t respond. He just stood there, his face burning, as his mom continued to dry him off, adjusting his slipping briefs every few seconds. 

“There,” his mom said, stepping back to admire her work. “Now, let’s get some sunscreen on you. You don’t want to get burned.”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “Mom, no! I can do it myself!”

But his mom wasn’t having it. “Julian, you always miss spots. Now, put your hands up and don’t argue.”

Julian hesitated, then reluctantly raised his arms again, his face burning as his mom started applying sunscreen to his chest and shoulders. The other boys were practically crying with laughter now, and even Julian’s dad was chuckling.

Julian’s face burned as his mom continued to apply sunscreen, her hands moving lower and lower. His briefs slipped even further, and his mom finally lost her patience.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Julian,” she said, her tone exasperated. “These are useless. Just step out of them.”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “What? No!”

But his mom wasn’t having it. “Julian, they’re stretched out and falling off. Just take them off. It’s not like anyone hasn’t seen your little pee pee already.”

Justin and Alex burst out laughing, and Liam and Ethan joined in, their eyes wide with disbelief. 

Julian didn’t respond. He just stood there, his face burning, as his mom helped him step out of his briefs.

Julian stood frozen as his mom started applying sunscreen to his back, her hands moving in firm, efficient strokes. He kept his eyes tightly shut, not wanting to see the smirks and laughter from Justin, Alex, Liam, and Ethan. But as his mom’s hands moved lower, Julian felt something he really didn’t want to feel—a tiny, involuntary erection starting to form.

“Oh no. Not now. Please, not now.” Julian muttered under his breath, his face burning as he tried to will it away. But it was no use. By the time his mom finished his back and turned him around, the damage was done.

Julian’s mom gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she saw the small but unmistakable erection. “Julian Michael!” she shouted, her tone sharp and scolding. “What on earth do you think you’re doing? This is not acceptable behavior around your family and friends!”

Julian’s eyes flew open, his face burning as he tried to explain. “Mom, it’s not my fault! I can’t control it! It just... happens sometimes!”

But his mom wasn’t having it. “Nonsense, Julian! You’re 15 years old—not a toddler. You need to learn to control yourself, especially around family and friends! If you can’t behave, you’ll get a spanking right this instant!”

Julian’s face burned as his mom continued to scold him, her hands moving to apply sunscreen to his chest and shoulders. But when she reached his lower half, Julian’s heart sank.

“Julian,” his mom said, her tone firm, “I need to put sunscreen on your... little pee pee. You don’t want to get burned, do you?”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “Mom, no! Please!”

But his mom wasn’t having it. “Julian, this is for your own good. Now, stand still and don’t argue.”

Julian didn’t respond. He just stood there, his face burning, as his mom applied sunscreen to the most humiliating part of his body. The other boys were practically rolling on the floor laughing now.

Julian’s face burned as his mom continued to scold him. “Julian, if you don’t get yourself under control right this instant, you’re getting a spanking! Do you understand me?”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “Mom, no! Please!”

But his mom wasn’t having it. “Now, stand still. I need to finish applying sunscreen.”

“There,” she said, her tone firm. “Now, go sit down and think about what you’ve done.”

Julian sat at the patio table, picking at his pizza and trying to ignore the constant stream of teasing from Justin, Alex, Liam, and Ethan. His face was still burning from the sunscreen incident, and he was doing his best to keep his head down and avoid eye contact. But his dad, oblivious to Julian’s humiliation, suddenly noticed something.

“Julian,” his dad said, his tone sharp, “where’s the ketchup? Go get some from the kitchen.”

Julian’s stomach dropped. He glanced down at himself, realizing his tiny erection was still very much present. “Uh, Dad, can someone else get it? I’m... not feeling great.”

His dad frowned, his expression darkening. “Julian, don’t argue. Get up and get the ketchup. Now.”

Julian hesitated, his face burning as he slowly stood up. But before he could take a step, Liam leaned over to Justin and said loudly, “Hey, Justin, looks like Julian’s still enjoying the ‘au naturel’ lifestyle.”

Julian’s face burned as he tried to explain. “It’s not my fault! I can’t control it!”

ut his mom wasn’t having it. She stood up, her expression furious. “Julian Michael! What did I tell you? You’re old enough to control yourself! How can you stand at the table where everyone eats, showing us how... aroused you are?”

Julian’s eyes widened in horror. “Mom, I—”

But before he could finish, his mom grabbed his arm and started dragging him toward the house, spanking him with her free hand as they went, his little penis jumping up and down in front of everyone. “You will put some underwear on this instant, and I don’t want to see you running around the house like that anymore!”

Julian’s face burned as he stumbled along behind his mom, the sound of Justin, Alex, Liam, and Ethan’s laughter echoing in his ears. 

ulian stumbled into the house, his face still burning from the spanking and the relentless teasing. His mom had shoved him toward his room, her voice sharp as she ordered him to put on some underwear. “And don’t come back out until you’re decent!” she added, slamming the door behind him.

Julian stood in the middle of his room, his heart racing. “Okay, okay,” he thought, trying to calm himself down. “Just grab a pair of boxer briefs, put them on, and get the ketchup. Easy. No big deal.”

He yanked open his underwear drawer, expecting to see his usual boxer briefs. But instead, all he found were the childish briefs his grandma had given him—bright colors, cartoon characters, and all. His stomach dropped. “What the—? Where are my boxer briefs?!”

Panic set in as he rummaged through the drawer, his hands shaking. “Did Justin and Alex take them? Of course they did. Those little—” He cut himself off, realizing there was no time to waste. His dad was waiting for the ketchup, and his mom would only get angrier if he took too long.

Reluctantly, he grabbed a pair of white briefs with little Spider-Men printed all over them. “This is so humiliating,” he thought, pulling them on. “But it’s better than running around naked. At least these cover... most of me.”

As he adjusted the briefs, he glanced down and groaned. His tiny erection was still there, stubbornly refusing to go away. “Why is this happening to me?” he thought, his face burning. “I just got spanked in front of everyone! How am I still... like this?!”

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. “Okay, Julian, just grab the ketchup and get back outside. Don’t make eye contact with anyone. Don’t even look at them. Just... get through this.”

He hurried to the kitchen, grabbed the ketchup bottle, and then paused. An idea struck him. “If I hold the ketchup bottle in front of me, maybe no one will notice... you know.” He positioned the bottle strategically, his face burning as he walked back to the patio.

As he stepped outside, Justin and Alex immediately noticed the ketchup bottle placement. “Oh man, Julian,” Justin said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “What’s with the ketchup shield? You trying to hide your little pea shooter?”

Alex burst out laughing, adding, “Yeah, Julian, you’re like a magician—except instead of pulling a rabbit out of a hat, you’re hiding a pea under a ketchup bottle.”

“Just ignore them,” he thought, staring at his plate. “They’ll get bored eventually. They have to.”

ut his mom wasn’t about to let it go. She glanced at Julian, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the ketchup bottle placement. “Julian,” she said, her tone sharp, “what’s going on? Why are you holding that bottle like that?”

Julian hesitated, his face burning. “Uh... no reason, Mom. Just... uh... making sure it doesn’t spill.”

His mom wasn’t buying it. She walked over and yanked the ketchup bottle out of his hands, her eyes widening as she saw the situation. “Julian!” she scolded, her voice rising. “I asked you to get your peepee under control! It is not appropriate! We have guests in the house!”

Julian’s face turned beet red as Justin, Alex, Liam, and Ethan burst out laughing. “Mom, please—” he started, but she cut him off.

“Do you need another spanking, or will you manage alone to bring that thing down?!” she demanded, her hands on her hips. “I’m not going to ask twice!!”

Julian didn’t respond. He just stood there, his face burning. This was, without a doubt, the most humiliating day of his life. And it wasn’t over yet.

Part 9

After the sunscreen fiasco, Julian sat at the table, trying to focus on his pizza and ignore the constant stream of teasing from Justin, Alex, Liam, and Ethan. But as the meal wound down, Liam and Ethan stood up, thanking Julian’s mom for the food and hospitality.

“Thanks, Mrs. Carter,” Liam said, his tone polite but his grin still teasing. “This was great. Julian’s lucky to have such a cool mom.”

Ethan nodded, his eyes darting to Julian with a smirk. “Yeah, and thanks for the... entertainment. It’s been a real eye-opener.”

Julian’s mom smiled, completely oblivious to the double meaning in Ethan’s words. “Oh, you’re welcome, boys! Julian, why don’t you walk your friends to the door?”

Julian’s heart sank as he stood up, but as he did, he felt a sudden, horrifying realization. His little “Spiderman” was still standing at attention. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Why is this happening to me?!

Before he could sit back down or hide himself, Ethan noticed and burst out laughing. “Oh man, Julian,” he said, his tone dripping with mock surprise. “Looks like your little Spiderman is still happy to see us!”

Julian’s face burned as he tried to cover himself, but it was too late. His mom turned around, her eyes widening in horror as she saw Julian’s predicament.

“Julian!” she exclaimed, her tone a mix of exasperation and disbelief. “I don’t know what to do with you! We will talk about this later. Just see your friends out, and please, for the love of heaven, don’t embarrass yourself further. I don’t understand why you didn’t put any shorts on—I guess you really like showing yourself off!”

Julian’s dad, who had been quietly eating his pizza, finally chimed in. “Julian, you’re 15, not 5. Act like it.”

Julian’s face burned as he hurried to the door, his mind racing. Why the hell didn’t I think of putting shorts on?! he thought, kicking himself for his own stupidity. He’d been running around in his underwear—or less—for the past two days, and it hadn’t even occurred to him to put on more clothes. I’m such an idiot!

As Julian walked Liam and Ethan to the door, Ethan turned to him with a smirk. “Hey, Julian,” he said, his tone dripping with fake concern, “your mom’s right. You’ve been way too modest around us during football practice. Maybe you should start showering with the team after every session. You know, to get used to it.”

Liam nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, and if you don’t, I won’t hesitate to let your mom know. She seems like she’d be very interested in helping you overcome your shyness.”

Julian’s stomach dropped as he realized what they were suggesting. “No, no, no,” he stammered, his voice shaky. “You can’t tell her that!”

But Ethan just shrugged, his tone casual. “Your call, Julian. But if you’re not in the showers with us after the next practice, your mom’s getting a full report.”

As Liam and Ethan walked out the door, they turned back one last time. “See you at football practice, Julian,” Liam said, his tone teasing. “There’s going to be a lot to tell the other boys!”

Julian didn’t respond. He just stood there, his face burning, as the door closed behind them. His friends were gone, but the nightmare wasn’t over. His little “Spiderman” stubbornly refused to retreat, leaving him trapped in a state of mortifying visibility. He tried to slink toward the stairs, desperate to hide in his room, but his mom blocked his path.

“Oh no, Julian,” she said, her voice sharp. “You are not going anywhere. You’ve been aroused all day. I don’t trust you to be alone right now. You might… play with yourself. You are going to help me clean up after dinner. Maybe that will help you finally calm down.”

Julian’s face burned as he shuffled to the patio, clutching a stack of plates. Every step made his predicament more obvious. The small briefs did nothing to hide the faint outline, and the boys eyes followed him like hawks.

“Julian, sweetie,” his mum called from the kitchen, her tone dripping with passive aggression, “even if you are a late bloomer, this is not acceptable. Little boys might not understand their bodies, but you are practically a teenager! Control that… thing of yours!”

Justin snorted. “Control it? Auntie, he can’t even find it without a magnifying glass.”

Julians hands shook as he carries dishes, his mom’s lecture following him. “It’s a shame Julian. Your cousin and brother are younger and already more mature. Look at them – they don’t parade around like toddlers!”

His dad, flipping through a newspaper, finally glowled, “Julian, put some damn pants on before I lose my patience. You’re embarrassing this family. Justin, hand him some shorts.”

Justin tossed a pair of jeans shorts at Julian’s feet “Here, bro.”

Tears pricked Julian’s eyes as he snatched the shorts and bolted upstairs. He slammed his bedroom door, yanking the jeans on with trembling hands. *Why didn’t I just put these on sooner?* he screamed internally. *Two days of this hell, and I didn’t even think-*

Downstairs, the laughter continued. Justin’s voice drifted up. “Auntie, maybe Julian really needs a babysitter. “

“Justin’s right. Julian’s been acting so childish lately. Running around in his underwear, getting into trouble, and now this? It’s not appropriate for his age.”

His dad chimed in, his tone gruff. “I agree. Julian’s not ready to be left alone. I’d trust Alex to stay home by himself before I’d trust Julian. At least Alex acts his age.”

Julian’s stomach churned as he listened. They’re talking about me like I’m some kind of toddler, he thought, his face burning with humiliation. And now they’re bringing Vicky and Anja into this? Two girls who are younger than me? This can’t be happening.

The thought of Vicky and Anja babysitting him was unbearable. They were already smug and teasing enough during family gatherings, and now they’d have authority over him? Julian groaned, flopping back onto his bed. This is a nightmare. A complete and total nightmare.

As if things couldn’t get worse, Justin’s voice drifted up the stairs again. “Auntie, maybe Julian really needs a babysitter. Like, permanently. He’s clearly not ready to handle being on his own.”

Julian’s mom sighed, her tone resigned. “You’re right, Justin. It’s a good thing Vicky and Anja are coming tomorrow. They’re so mature and responsible. They’ll keep him in line.”

Julian’s dad grunted in agreement. “Yeah, those girls are sharp. They’ll handle Julian just fine.”

Julian buried his face in his pillow, wishing he could disappear. This can’t be real. My parents are seriously letting two younger girls babysit me. I’m 15! This is insane!

A few minutes later, Justin came upstairs to say goodbye. He knocked on Julian’s door, his grin widening as he poked his head in. “Hey, big little cousin,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Thanks for the funny weekend. You really made it memorable.”

Julian glared at him, his face burning. “Get out, Justin.”

Justin chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “Oh, come on, Julian. Don’t be like that. I just wanted to say goodbye and wish you luck tomorrow. Being babysat by two younger girls—that’s gonna be hilarious. I might even stop by in the evening to see how it’s going.”

Julian’s stomach dropped. Of course he’s going to show up. He wouldn’t miss this for the world.

Justin’s grin widened. “See you tomorrow, Julian. Try not to embarrass yourself too much. Oh, wait—too late for that!”

As Justin walked away, Julian flopped back onto his bed, his mind racing. How did my life turn into this? he thought, staring at the ceiling. Two days ago, I was just a normal guy. Now I’m the family joke, the little boy who can’t even be trusted to stay home alone.

But as he lay there, a small, desperate part of him clung to the hope that maybe—just maybe—tomorrow wouldn’t be as bad as he feared. Maybe Vicky and Anja will go easy on me. Maybe they’ll just let me sit in my room and play video games. Maybe...

But deep down, Julian knew better. Tomorrow was going to be another day of humiliation. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.