He was given an EKG and a prostate exam that was more like manual rape than a medical procedure. The doctor, or rather the person who seemed to be fu...ctioning as a doctor because there were no medical degrees framed on the wall and no proof whatsoever of his credentials, was another Black man: tall, dark-skinned, handsome, and quiet, he didn’t explain what he was doing, what was going to happen, he had no bedside manner whatsoever. He was particularly brutal in the way in which he examined. I was finished first and was sitting on my opened bag in my underwear, ready to zip myself in when they came in, both looking slightly flushed with embarrassment. After saying our goodnights they both headed for their bed spaces, pulling the curtains across behind them. I flicked my light off ready for sleep and this was when I made my discovery. The curtain that I thought, when standing, would provide cover to knee level had an entirely different perspective from a prone position.I could just. I just love your mom to death, and I’d hate to see any problems.”“Thanks’ Mrs. T.” I nodded to Scott, and we left the room. Once we were in his room Scott asked me how I felt about the move. It was tough not to break down, and cry. “Dude, I was so sure I would be one of the players selected to play varsity wide receiver this year. We’ve practiced so hard together, and I was sure we would set some school records. This so fucking sucks.”“I know. It ain’t ‘casue we are best friends; I just trust. "God, you're so tight this way. I'm gonna cum soon baby." he grunts, and tangles his fingers in my hair. "Please, I'm close too, I need you to cum inside of me." I say, my voice desperate and wanting. "Fuck." he says, going faster than before. I grip the bed sheets beneath us as his strong arms come to rest beside my head, he leans down and kisses me passionately. We moan into each others mouths as he pumps into me as I begin to cum again, my walls tightening around him. Instead of stopping.