“Share?” suggested Trevor.
I looked at the bed. It certainly looked big enough for two. I shrugged and said “What about sleepwear, I can hardly sleep in this outfit.” I gestured to my tight clothing.
“Don’t blame me, I picked the dress,” smiled Trevor. I looked at him seriously for a second, then gave a snort of laughter.
“Fair enough.”
“Maybe there’s something in here?” He opened the wardrobe only to find that it only contained duplicates of our outfits. He looked at me and asked “Wanna borrow a dress?”
I sighed. “Yeah. Thanks man.” I took the dress from him and tossed it over my shoulder then pulled down my shorts. It was only when I saw his shocked expression that I realised I was stripping in front of him. Blushing, I covered my crotch with my hands and stood there awkwardly, realised that I was nearly at full mast. My gaze drifted down to see Trevor was tenting himself.
We both stared, watching the other massaging himself. Dropping my borrowed dress I pulled off my top and tossed it aside letting my tits bounce free. Trevor started rubbing harder, then reached under his dress to start tugging. Unable to control myself I tugged at my own cock.
Half an hour later we were collapsed on the floor panting and sticky. Without saying a word we crawled over to the bed and climbed in, curling up next to each other and swiftly fell asleep.
