Story 2

"Peter I'm going to work! Your friends are here!"

"Mkay May" Peter grumbled, as he woke up.

The night before, he had gone out to patrol, he normally came home at midnight or so, but last night he came back home at 3 a.m, and since today was Saturday, he chose to sleep in. Clearly, Ned and Harry hadn't received the text he sent them last night and chose to come by. Groaning, Peter stood up from his bed, his sheets flying off his body to reveal his iron man briefs, which were white with red boning and a picture of iron man right where his dick was. The briefs were almost a thong, considering Peter had these since he was ten, but it wasn't his fault that he hadn't grown enough to change them. Yes, now his butt and thighs were bigger, but his dick had never grown to look like a teenage boy's dick, and the briefs were stretchy, so he still wore them. He walked out of his room and into the small hallway that gave away to the living room, yawning as he ignored Harry and Ned, walking into the bathroom.

"I'll be with you in a moment guys" he hummed.

"Don't worry Peter"

Peter froze, as that voice didn't belong to Ned nor Harry. Turning around, he found Flash Thompson and Johny Storm, sitting in his couch, both of them grinning as Johny held his phone up and aimed it at Peter. Peter, realizing that Johny was probably recording him or taking pictures of him, quickly tried to hide his briefs, only for Flash to call out.

"Too late Penis! We already have pics and a video of what you wear." He grinned "We knew you wore tighty whities but this?"

"Why are you here?" Peter asked.

"We got paired up by Harris, remember? Well, guess not, considering you're showing US the best underwear to wedgie"

Peter paled, as he remembered that Mr Harris had paired him up with Johny and Flash for a project, and he completely forgot that they were coming to his apartment to make sure he didn't break anything in their mansions. Before Peter could think of something, he was grabbed by Flash.