Percentiles Ch. 8 'Adam's Routine'

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 8: ADAM'S Routine

---- One week passed --- 

The kitchen sink incident that left Paul feeling violated left the vibes still and quiet around the apartment. Neither friend made an initiative to spark up a conversation. 

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The ceiling fan rotated solely only on the incoming breeze. Adam's eyes glazed over as he starred intently at each blade of the fan. He looked up from his bed, mind wandering...

"I should really shower and get ready for work."

The strong cocktail of drugs prescribed by the very mysterious Dr. Fry in his study were truly transforming Adam in ways he could not yet fathom. The shift in attitude toward Paul was not the only thing Adam was growing more frustrated over. For starters, Adam cursed the need to shave every morning now in order to fend off the scruff buildup. The armpit hair constantly itching was driving him nuts, then there was the horniness that had him jerking more often than not... 

"I should really get up now..."

Adam craved the pause and offered up more excuses for his continued activity of fondling  himself in bed...

"And I have to eat too... I won't have time for it all... unless I get little bitch Paul to do it." 

Adam's dick really woke up as his subconscious mind thought up more dealings with little bitch Paul. "Aw yea, Paul's gunna be my little bitch boy slut!" 

"I'll bet Dr. Fry is testing his percentiles also..."

"Paul can't be nearly as close to my 70-percentile erect size!"

"I'm like... bigger than most!"

Adam really got into the motions of full-on masturbation, stripping all his underwear off and spreading his legs wide as he pumped... for minutes... a total of 24 minutes. 

"Awe fuck I'm gunna cum!"  

Adam spilled his load all over his body and even more on his sheets. The many ropes of jizz were more in quantity than normal... "Holy shit!" 

At that instant, within the cool-down of orgasm, Adam fell into a dream-like state that had him seeing everything he enjoys in quick-fire motion: 

"Gym"

"Muscle"

"Pussy"

"Fucking"

"Vagina"

"Mmmmm," Adam was in pure bliss as minutes passing by allowed all the cum to stain the sheets as Adam dreamt on. Eventually Adam snapped to...

"Shit!" 

In a huge rush, Adam did his best to freshen up and clean before making his way to the kitchen. Paul was sitting on the couch watching the news. Adam felt his stomach growl hard. 

"I've gotta get food... but no time..." Adam made a look to the left, and to the right, then took a moment to think.

After one final growl of the stomach, Adam let out his stress in the direction of Paul...

"Hey bitch you're in charge of breakfast now. 8:00am!" 

Paul turned his back, raised his eyebrows, but couldn't, or wouldn't utter a word...

"That's what I thought." 

Adam grabbed a muffin and darted out of the apartment, leaving Paul to deal with his own struggles.