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This was the worst day of Davey’s life. Arlo Lee had just de-pants him for the third time. The first was in the boys bathroom while he was taking a piss, making him pee on his under pants and shoes. The second was out by his locker. Fortunately Arlo promptly stuffed him in and closed the door so no one saw him with his pants down. But now, here Davey was in front of the junior cheer squad with his pants around his ankles and his semi stiff little willie on display for all the girls to see. The worse part, Davey’s childhood sweetheart, Sindie, was one of those girls.

Even though they had played together since kindergarten, Davey was too shy to even take his shirt off in front of Sindie. Arlo had started out as a friend too, once, but soon started to hang out with the popular athletic guys that fed his ego. The bullying wasn’t until junior high, when he and his friends started to ‘prank’ Davey. That was also about the time Arlo began to hit on Sindie. Sindie was a shy, intelligent, young lady with a petite but sexy body. She definitely didn’t want anything to do with Arlo. In fact Sindie was always there for Davey and angrily defended him when Arlo started his bullying. The other kids just watched and often laughed at how weak and pathetic Davey was.

Today, Davey stumbled away from the field trying desperately to pull up his pants as the girls blushed and giggled behind him. Arlo was all out roaring with laughter as Davey hopped around, fell over, and then crawled away behind the bleachers. He heard Arlo shout after him “Hey buddy, I feel sorry for Sindie if she has to settle for that little thing.” Davey finally managed to get his pants on and sniveling and humiliated ran home. Davey’s mom asked him what was the matter but he couldn’t even look her in the eyes and quickly ran up to his room. His mom just shook her head and called after him asking if Sindie would be coming by tonight to study.

Sindie didn’t stop by that night, but late that evening his phone sounded with a text from ‘unknown’. Davey usually didn’t answer these but this time he clicked on the message. It was from one of Sindie’s cheer friends. She told Davey what happened after he ran off.

She told him that Sindie had charged over to Arlo and began slapping him in the face while shouting at him to never touch you again. Unfortunately this made Arlo so mad especially since it was in front of his buddies who stopped by to watch. He grabbed Sindie by her arms and began to push her towards the shed behind the gym. She tried to break free but he put his face close to hers and said something that made her quiet down. We shouted at him to let her go or we would get a teacher, but he just gave us a menacing look, then he walked into the shed with Sindie and closed the door. A few minutes later we heard bings from his buddy’s cell phones. When they opened the message they began to laugh and carry on like idiots at what they saw. A few minutes later Sindie walked out of the shed staring straight ahead. We were too afraid to go over and talk to her. So with out even saying a word to anyone she just left. She didn’t even change out of her cheer uniform. A few minutes later Arlo stepped out of the shed and was instantly surrounded by his chuckling rowdy friends.

A few minutes later Davey got a text from Sindie that something had come up and she couldn’t come over tonight. But with a blushing emoji she sent a picture of her cute little breasts on full display. Davey was surprised and worried since this was the first time she ever did something naughty like that. In the picture he noticed that she was standing arms to her side, shyly looking away from the camera, with pink cheeks and aroused little nipples. The text said, ‘Maybe this will help you forget that mean old Arlo made you expose your little peepee to all my friends and stumble away with your bare ass in the air like a cowardly retard!’ This last comment seemed kind of hurtful yet for some reason Davey felt his little member stiffen as he reread the message and looked at Sindie’s picture.