Percentiles: Chapter 2

Percentiles is a $5-level series, updated weekly on orrinotica’s Patreon site.

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 2: Following Instructions

"I've gotta go to the pharmacy to fill this..." Adam admitted.

"Yea, I've got one too."

"Oh cool," Adam said.

"Dr. Fry said we can't talk about the study and stuff..." Paul began.

Adam cut him off, "Yea, we won't get paid if we do! So zip it! Haha."

By the time they'd arrived home from the pharmacy each headed to their rooms to rest. They both dumped their respective pharmacy bags on their beds and began reading the information.

In his room, Adam unpackaged everything and found he'd been given numerous dark blue pills. 

Take one pill before bed every night.

"That's simple enough." 

Paul's unboxing went similar to Adam's. He received a bunch of pills, light blue in color, with instructions to take one before bed.

Both Adam and Paul each read an additional note contained in the bag:

Payment for participation in this study is dependent on complete confidentiality of all details pertaining to material properties and medications administered. 

"I better get paid for this!" They each would think, committing themselves to complete secrecy now. 

Resting, along with casual activities for both Adam and Paul consisted of video games, working out together, watching football on tv, cooking stuff and whatever else. The two were best of friends, years in the making.

* * *

Now 10 p.m. that night, the guys retreat to their rooms. 

"Night bro," they each bid farewell. 

Adam popped his first pill into his mouth with some water then promptly jumped into bed to surf the web as per usual operation. Hours were passing by and soon he realized it was 1 a.m.!

"Ug fuck," he thought. 

"Gross, so hot, and I'm sweating." 

Adam threw his shirt off, onto the floor. He stood up and observed he was covered in a light glaze of sweat, and burning up at that. He reread the material on the pill bottle for warnings but found nothing to help. 

"I hope this doesn't kill me." 

He ran to his shared bathroom in the hallway to splash some water on his face. 

"Oh, thank god. So much better." 

The cold water did the trick. Adam looked at his reflection in the mirror and felt an impulse of energy hit him. Within seconds he'd gone from hot and exhausted to chilled and refreshed. 

"I could jack off now, haha." Adam hypothesized. "...I'd be tired after that and I have to get to bed," justified Adam.

He opened the bathroom door and in popped Paul almost immediately. 

"Woah! You scared me! Shit!" 

Paul was shivering... "I-I need-d to take a shower. I'm f-freezing."

"Alright man, haha. C ya." Adam scooted by, eager to get to his room in order to rub one out. 

"P-Peace." Paul hurried to turn the shower on, hot water first.

* * *

Adam flipped open his laptop and right to his porn bookmarks. From his list of 28, he chose a usual favorite: Bimbos Makeout. 

His heart raced.... more now... 

"Oh fuck! Mmmm"

Adam took his dick in hand and got to stroking... and staring... at the women. When the 24-minute clip ended the web player began playing related videos... Adam kept staring...

"One more..."

Another 40 minutes breezed by and Adam was just getting around to nutting.

"Fuck fuck, here it comes." Adam grunted as he stepped the pace up.

Cum flew out far, and in six shots he was spent. Jizz littered Adam's hand, wrist, and chest. His entire belly had a stream going down it. 

Almost at a loss, Adam grabbed his sweaty t-shirt from the ground and gooped up the cum from his body. 

"Holy shit, that must've been a buildup." 

Choosing to remain shirtless now, Adam turned over and snoozed fast. Aside from the boost in libido and some sweating, Adam rationalized the study as an easy way to make some extra cash. 

Paul finished up his shower and headed back to his room.

* * *

Paul, now back in his room and feeling tons better, couldn't find himself able to sleep either. Instead of sexual energy, Paul would find himself weighed down with questions. 

"Why was I getting so cold?"

"Those pills..."

"Adam seemed fine..."

"I can't talk with him about it..."

Paul also thought back to his strange conversation with Dr. Fry. 

"I can't be in the 42-percentile for penis size..."

"I hate how I'm smaller... Why?? Ugh."

Paul was angry, but he figured it could be worse.

Paul eventually cleared his mind enough to fall asleep. The two men slept soundly. Each would have to report back for a follow-up appointment in mere days.

-----------------------

Chapter 3 Preview: 

Follow-ups are never fun, and Dr. Fry has many questions for both young men. At home, Adam and Paul finally have some quality time together despite having numbers on their mind.