And to clarify what I mean by "great underwear night," I mean the type where you just might see two studs chatting, one of them in a jockstrap with his juicy ass turned around for all to see. The type where, if you're feeling adventurous, you might briefly interrupt their flirting to ask if you can eat him out while they keep talking. And if you're lucky, he just might say "yes."
Not that that happened last week or anything, I'm just saying, it COULD.