"Hey, Woodster, you're not supposed to lift without a spotter," Chad heard a familiar voice say.
"You're late, Bradster," Woody replied, "So I started without you."
"Well, if you're only going to wear your jockstrap today, we better workout in my basement or some neighbor might call the cops."
"You prefer I workout without a jockstrap?" Woody asked.
"You think I want your schlong hanging in my face while you spot me?"
"Okay, I'll keep my jock on, and we'll workout in your basement gym," Woody agreed sitting up, and pulling on a pair of shorts. "There now if your brother sees me going into your basement he won't be offended.
Brad suddenly looked nonplussed. His blank stare ended as he asked, "brother? Nah, no one else is home."
They headed over to Chad's basement to workout.