"I wish I knew whether Lydia's supposedly normal guy friends are coming," Jon uttered in the privacy of the bathroom.
Instantly he knew that Lydia had invited five physically normal guys, and that four of them would be arriving within five minutes. The fifth was in a mini-van parked behind one of the local pizza joints, ejaculating into an artsy chick named Muriel Strokowski-Chou.
With that issue resolved Jon awkwardly used the toilet, awkwardly cleaned himself up, and awkwardly pulled up his pants. By the time he'd finished Lydia's four guy friends had all arrived, and she was walking them around and making introductions. Jon hung around with Joseph to see what would happen.
"Jon and Joseph, this is Slats Miller," Lydia began when she and her recently-arrived friends got around to the two boys. Slats was obviously a computer geek complete with crew cut, black-rimmed coke-bottle glasses, plaid shirt, pocket protector, mismatched socks and beat-up tennis shoes. "Slats is one of the guys who's really interested in you," Lydia commented.
Jon wasn't too sure about Slats and turned toward the next guy Lydia was introducing. "Guys, this is Brent Ferris," Lydia explained. "Brent is openly gay, but he's quite interested in your lifestyle as well."
The next of Lydia's male friends was barely five feet tall and appeared less than a hundred pounds including a baseball cap, a t-shirt, and a pair of very baggy shorts. He showed no sign of a moustache, beard, or leg hair. "Jon and Joseph, meet Rambo Tweet," Lydia introduced him.
"Hi, Rambo," Joseph greeted him. "I don't think we've met before. Do you mind if I ask how old you are?"
"I'm seventeen," replied Rambo in a childish, high-pitched voice. "And to answer your next question, yes, I am sexually mature, at least in the one place that's really important.
"Then you must be..." Jon addressed Lydia's fourth male friend.
"Scott Upson," he replied, flexing his body here and there. Scott was wearing a thin pair of bicycle shorts, but not the kind with any sort of padding in the crotch. This revealed the exact shape of his dick, balls, and butt which, as those parts go, struck Jon as being very well-formed. Scott was carrying rather than wearing his shirt, and he obviously spend a lot of time shaving himself, grooming himself, and working out. His wavy streaked blonde hair style looked like it came from Hollywood or Fifth Avenue.
"It's nice to meet you," Jon and Joseph told Scott more or less together, but Scott's full attention had turned to posing, flexing muscles, and watching himself in a nearby mirror.
"Well, what do you think about all these people? Do any of them seem interesting?" Jon asked Joseph.
"No one in particular, at least not yet," Joseph replied. "But this is some scene, isn't it? Everyone here is just as weird as us. That's kinda comforting, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I suppose it is. I guess you want to hang around some more, then," Jon suspected out loud. Before Joseph could answer, however, Lydia stood in the center of the room and demanded everyone's attention.
"All right, people; let's get started. Most of you know the drill. Form a circle facing inward, loosen your belt if you have one, grab your waistband, and wait for my signal!"
