It wasn’t that much of a shock Damon had a thing for crossdressing considering how he’d tried and failed to hide the way he’d eyed Micah in that schoolgirl skirt two weeks ago. But the words felt oddly targeted – like they were meant specifically for Micah.

But that couldn’t be right… could it?

Feeling like a pervert, but unable to muster up the wherewithal to fight the urge, Micah leaned back in bed and allowed his hand to slink down his body until it was inching past the waistband of the loose sleep shorts he was wearing. His cock was already half-hard, and it took an embarrassingly few amount of tugs to get it all the way there.

Micah closed his eyes, working his prick as he pictured Damon doing the same thing to his own cock. Micah had never been particularly self-conscious about his dick. It was a decent size – proportionate to the rest of his body – and smooth with a pink mushroom head. He generally kept himself well-maintained, with blonde pubic hair leading from his belly button to the base of his cock, but the rest of him carefully manicured.

He couldn’t help but imagine what Damon’s cock was like. If it was anything like the rest of him, it was bound to be big. Micah tried to picture it in his head. A monstrous cock with an engorged head so angry it was almost purple. Heavy balls nestled in dark hair.

Fuck.

Despite the fact that he was on top of his covers, Micah felt almost unbearably warm, and he knew his entire body was flushed even as all his blood flowed south.

Dropping the phone, Micah used his free hand to yank down his shorts. His cock sprang free, and Micah let out a breathy little moan as he brushed a thumb over the urethra.

What did Damon think about when he masturbated?

Pretty boys in pretty panties, like he’d said? What about Micah in a pair of panties?

Struck by a sudden idea, Micah all but catapulted out of bed. Kicking off his shorts, he hurried to his dresser. He dug through the underwear drawer until he found what he was looking for buried at the very bottom.

A few months ago, for Tessa’s baby shower, Micah had gotten the woman a gag gift: a package of granny panties fives sizes too big for her. In retaliation, Tessa had “gifted” Micah his own pair of women’s underwear in front of all of their colleagues.

Instead of granny panties, however, she’d opted for something much more… risqué.

Micah examined the black, cheeky panties with lace trim. There was even a tiny, frilly bow atop the waistband.

Micah didn’t know why he hadn’t thrown them out, exactly, but they were certainly serving a purpose now.