Brad jumped up, pulling up his shorts and headed for the door. He opened it, grinning, to see his friends from school, Scott and Chris, "Fuck you took your damn time, ya fuckers! Come on in."
He stodd aside to let his friends enter.
Scott, a soccer player was short and compact, 5'5" with tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes, with a ready grin, jumped in the air and flopped on the couch.
Chris raised his eyebrow at his shorter friend. At 6'6" he topped his short friend by quite a bit. His build, while not as bulgy, was nonetheless quite muscular. He was a flyer for the swim team, and so kept his dark hair trimmed short abouve his dark brown eyes. He stepped over to the chair and sat down.
Scott looked up at Brad, "So what's the plan, Mr. Man?"
Brad grinned, his wrestler's body flexing as he laughed, his green eyes flashing under his short blond hair, "Always the blunt one aren't you?"
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