Morgan grunted, feeling annoyed that Andrew chose his brother instead of him. After all, they've been friends for, like, ever. He rolled his eyes, then looked over to a group of three guys walking through the arcade. Wow! What a bunch of hunks! He never would have thought that before, but ever since his transformation, he couldn't help but admire (sexually) the bodies of other guys.
Unfortunately, the three jocks noticed how Morgan was "admiring" them and changed their course through the arcade, straight towards Morgan. "What you lookin' at, fag?" asked the one leading the others. He grabbed Morgan's much slimmer arm and pushed him back against the wall, hard.
"Aw, that's disgusting," another of the jocks said, upon seeing Andrew and Paul making out. "I think it's time we show these fags out of here. No way I'm gonna play any games here knowing there's a bunch of homos around."
The third jock walked over towards Andrew and his new boyfriend Paul and pushed both of them on the floor. "Hey, what'th going on?" Andrew lisped.
"What's going on, you faggots, is that you need a little lesson," the first jock said, turning away from Morgan briefly.
"What kind of lethon?" Andrew asked, both turned on by the three jocks, but also fearing for his life. These guys were obviously homophobic, so that made the situation dangerous.
The first jock smiled. "The kind I'm gonna enjoy."