Etiquette

I attempted a sleep over with Sweaty Balls for the first time, after a Rockies game where everyone had a few too many drinks. It seemed like a good idea at the time, until, as we headed for bed, he mentioned he needed something to wear. I thought that was odd; I mean, guys usually have boxers they could sleep in. Not to mention, he was probably 150 pounds heavier than me and a boy, so unless he wanted pink spandex with red hearts, I didn't really have anything he could borrow. I stared at him, puzzled, then laughed and rolled my eyes.
"Don't be dumb," I said. "What clothes would I have that you could wear? Just wear your boxers."
He replied with annoyance (as if I was the weird one), "I always go commando."
"Oh my god. You came over to my house with no underwear on? You spent the entire night at the Rockies game, in the burning hot sun, without anything shielding your ass sweat from your pants?!"
"Stop it! It's not a big deal. Lots of guys do it."
"Ewww...your sweaty balls will not be climbing up into this bed. Couch is in the living room!"
He didn't stay; I heard the door slam as he left. We never talked again. Sweaty is not sexy.