Percentiles: Chapter 6 'Salt on a wound'

Master Synopsis: Two friends submit to a series of evaluations that always seem to revolve around means and percentiles, and color-coded pills. Oddly, the two of these budding young men begin to react, in different ways, to the medication. A true test of their friendship occurs in the midst of confusing times.

Chapter 6: Salt on a wound

Paul ended his sleep cycle the following morning with a vivid nightmare... one of Dr. Fry and... and Adam... and their friend Josh... all laughing. The dream was horrible, and it kept repeating over and over until Paul could manage to wake up, although the morning wood was definitely not welcome.

"Fuck! I'm tired of this!" 

Indeed Paul was not accustomed to the belittling at the hands of familiar faces. 

"But I'm normal? ...But 41-percentile for erect penis size..." Paul gazed into his reflection...

A quick examination in his bedroom mirror revealed a slimmer-than-usual waistline and a negligible reduction in height that seemingly managed to throw him off his balance as he stumbled to get dressed. Complete in his conservative attire, consisting of a dark blue polo and denim, Paul took a breath and geared up in the kitchen. Adam swung open the kitchen door shortly after and announced, "I'm hungry!" From the looks of it he'd just returned from an apparent morning jog. His hair was damp with sweat, headphones secure around his neck. It was then that Paul really got into noticing Adam's increased definition of the arms. 

"Has Adam been going to the gym without me?" The thought flashed in. 

Perhaps Paul's eyes gave too much away because before he knew it Adam was pushing him aside. "Dude, you're acting weird, move it!" Adam whizzed by and to the fridge where he grabbed a protein supplement. Paul snapped out of it and sat down at the kitchen table with some cereal. Adam sat down as well but at the other end of the table.

"What are you all dressed up for?

"Follow-up with Dr. Fry." Paul admitted, although he seemed disappointed about it.

Adam laughed and slammed his hand loudly on the table. "Easy money!" 

Maybe it was the sour face Paul was wearing Adam picked up on the cues pretty quick...

"Wow, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Fuck off dude!" Adam yelled over at a gloomy Paul picking at his cereal. Adam ditched the protein container and went to his room.

* * *

Paul sat alone quietly and fully clothed as he waited for Dr. Fry to arrive. 

"I'm not doing the 'penis exam' today. Screw that shit!" 

"I hate it, I hate it, I hate it..."

Dr. Fry entered... along with his assistant...

"Paul, I'd like you to meet Drake. He's studying exercise science at the university."

Paul looked up to see a doofy looking jock looking down on him.

"Paul is there a reason why you aren't undressed?"

After shifting in his seat a bit, Paul admitted to Dr. Fry of his concerns finally...

"I don't like these appointments--"

"Paul, listen--" Dr. Fry began.

Paul would cut him off...

"I don't understand why I have to strip down..."

Dr. Fry placed his hand firm on Paul's shoulder. "Paul, these are routine exams no different than one performed by any other physician. Remove your clothes." 

The tone in Dr. Fry's voice was not one of comfort and Paul was taken back by it. "Okay, alright." 

As he reluctantly began strip down to nothing, he observed Drake standing next to him as the much larger man he was, dressed in a tight nylon shirt at that. Paul damned himself yet again as he felt his dick betray him. His growing boner was on display for anyone to see, especially the muscular jock inches away.

Dr. Fry, being the young man he was, seemed to have an outward and visible connection with the intern Drake as evident with the smiling and eye contact they were making now. It left Paul feeling at a disadvantage.

Dr. Fry addressed Paul with a smile on his face. "Paul, you were supposed to wait for me to measure your flaccid size first." 

"I- uh, I don't know-"

Now the doctor slipped on rubber gloves, one on each hand. As Paul's cock continued to throb closer to a full hard-on Drake stood there watching the whole thing. 

"Oh great, here comes the ruler..." Paul dreaded it.

Dr. Fry looked over at Drake now. "Drake, come here." 

In seconds, Paul felt both of Dr. Fry's hands begin to grasp and then handle his dick and nuts. Meanwhile he could hear the doctor give pointers to Drake...

"Measure from the base, here."

"Yea.." Drake's eyes were glued to the doctor's hands.

This continued on for 45 seconds before Paul let out an audible shiver. Both pairs of eyes  darted straight to Paul as he realized what he'd just done... 

"Fuck no! I'm about to cum... I feel it, why?" he thought.

"No! No! No!" All of Paul was in a panic.

By now the face Paul had on was one of complete struggle. Drake chimed in...

"What's wrong with him?" 

Dr. Fry advised, "He's likely going to cum from the hand contact."

With that, Paul felt an orgasm approach as he made continued eye contact with the men. Dr. Fry's hands were still in the process of measuring when he blew...

"Fuck, ugh! I'm- I'm sorry!" 

"It's coming!" 

With one thrust into the doctor's hand, Paul spent his load in a couple bursts. 

"You should always wear gloves for the 30s and below," Dr. Fry looked to Drake. 

"The 30s?" Paul questioned to himself. 

* * *

Now back at home, Paul was able to approach Adam about quitting the study. When he saw Adam he was laying on his bed, legs spread out with his hand down his shorts. 

"Adam, let's just quit the study," Paul realized after he said it that it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Uh, no?" Adam said, annoyed.

Paul tried again...

Adam was upset and the damage seemed to be done...

"Cry me a river dude. I'm good with it- quit your bitching." 

"A-Alright." 

Paul closed Adam's door as quiet as he could.