Richards, the self-proclaimed ringleader, beckons his friends to join him in his cramped apartment. The room is filled with the scent of old cologne and the faint hint of bleach. The men, wearing ill-fitting pajamas, start to undress, their erections already tenting their pants. Richards, with a mischievous grin, pushes the first guy onto the bed, spreading his legs wide. He spits on his hand, lubricating it, then plunges two fingers into the man's ass, making him moan loudly. The others watch, stroking their cocks, waiting for their turn. The night is young, and they're ready to make the most of their 'lame' gathering.