Percentiles: Chapter 3

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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 3: Normal Operations

Both guys woke up thinking similarly: "Wow, this week has been weird as hell." 

While Paul struggled to find the energy to wake up, Adam would find his energy levels propelling him out of bed and beating Paul to the shower. No changes to their body were noticeable in the few days since starting the meds yet both seemed to experience some changes...

Paul attributed his tired state to the cloudy weather, as he thought back to his lack of sex drive over the week among, other things. Adam, on the other hand, took his shower in a fantastic mood. As it was Friday, Dr. Fry would see the boys today for their first round follow-ups. 

Paul was first for his physical. When Dr. Fry entered he carried only two items: His clipboard, and a tube of lubricant, recognized by Paul from the previous appointment as what Dr. Fry used to get him erect in a jiffy. 

"Paul, how are you?" Dr. Fry began his exam. 

"I'm good. I've been taking the meds." 

"Very good! I'm going to perform some of the same exams as last time, alright?"

"Is that necessary?"

Dr. Fry lowered his tone considerably. "Your participation in this study is reliant on these exams."

There was little talking now. When Dr. Fry placed his gloved hand square on Paul's rising dick it brought with it a strike with chilling sensitivity. Paul was speechless as his dick throbbed hard in a matter of seconds. Dr. Fry took a generous amount of lubricant in his hand and used his other to grab a measure...

"Paul, last time you were here we recorded some numbers. Know that they may vary with your participation in this study."

"Okay. I won't be harmed right?"

"No."

...Measurements took place...

"41-percentile for penis size, erect," ... "Very nice." Dr. Fry recorded on his chart.

Paul took a pause from his mental oasis of pleasure and straightened out his posture. Dr. Fry stopped his contact, as to record, and then he left the exam table to go grab a rag on the counter. 

"So I lost a point?" Paul was a bit arrogant, in disbelief.

"Yes, you did. The variance I mentioned...."

"Oh, ok." Paul snapped his mouth quiet once he saw the doctor approach with the dry rag in his hand. 

Paul switched to a mental state of panic trying to figure out why he'd lost one percentage point in just a few days. The sudden onslaught of pleasure from the drying cloth glazing across his dick had him on a sudden and teetering edge of orgasm. Dr. Fry noticed and began a new line of questioning, still teasing the rag...

"Are you okay Paul?"

"Y-Yea."

"Y-YNo. I think I have to cum."

"Ugh, I'm so sorry. I think it's coming."

"Now."

"Ugh!!"

Paul lost his load straight into the hand and the rag Dr. Fry was holding. 

"I'm so sorry!" 

Dr. Fry acted overly inconvenienced. It caused Paul to feel extreme embarrassment now. 

"I will record this-- premature ejaculation." Dr. Fry said as he cleaned up.

Paul was hating his dick at the moment. Paul also hated this study, but realized quitting wasn't an option because Adam would never go for it. He defended his accidental quick cum...

"I don't normally cum that fast, just so you know."

"We will have to track that."

Dr. Fry said his goodbyes. "Please remember to take your prescribed meds, and discuss these appointments with nobody."

Paul was left alone. He quickly dressed himself.

* * *

Adam was waiting patiently on the other side of the basement level exam room within his own isolation. Dr. Fry entered and Adam was already stripped down to his boxers. 

"Good day Adam. How's my over achiever doing?" Dr. Fry was warm and inviting. He carried his chart with him. 

Similar to Paul, Adam would have his genitals examined by Dr. Fry. As the lube was administered in copious amounts, Dr. Fry began a line of questioning...

"Have you been masturbating this week?"

Adam responded almost without thinking, "Yea." 

"That's very good. A man with a dick above average like yours has needs I'm sure."

Adam was in no mood to have his junk touched by the doctor again but he found Dr. Fry's words comforting... As Dr. Fry's gloved hand touched his dick it filled with blood and throbbed more.

"Last time you were here you measured at 60-percentile performance erect size...

... Now you're at... let me see... 64-percent! Very nice Adam."

"Uh, okay?" Adam said. 

Dr. Fry cleared his throat and placed his pen on a tray. 

"64-percentile means that you have a larger and more substantial dick than 64-percent of your peers. That's knowledge you can use to your advantage."

Adam looked a bit confused. Dr. Fry threw him a rag and he quickly dried himself. 

"Please remember to take your meds and report back for your follow ups." 

* * *

At the house later that night, Adam and Paul lounged around the TV in hopes of entertaining each other waiting for plans to come up. 

"It sucks we can't talk about it, but it's good money," Adam spoke first during a commercial.

"Yea, I can't wait for it to be over," Paul chimed in.

Adam chuckled. "It's not that bad, puss." 

Paul, not able to disclose his experiences, nor wanting to remember the humiliation of his follow up, decided quickly to laugh it off. "Yea."

No plans cropped up... hours passed... Adam and Paul had a drink and got to chatting about life. Adam pushed the topic of girls heavy.

"Let's go out sometime soon and get laid man." 

Adam went on... "I feel great. Might as well with the extra cash," Adam boasted.

Paul thought back to his reduced ability to perform recently, not to mention that dreaded number of 41. "41... it was really 42 earlier this week so whatever," he justified.

"Nah man, we gotta keep focused on saving our money," Paul said.

Adam hushed Paul.

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