DORM DADDY AT THE DOCTOR’S OFFICEDR. BARNES HAS BEEN STICKING his finger up my ass since I was seventeen. I could barely pronounce prostate (“prostrate”) and sure didn’t know what it was. But I knew I enjoyed the experience of lying back on his table with my feet in stirrups forcing my legs wide apart and having him massage the damn thing with his large middle finger. It wasn’t until years later that I learned that a prostate exam wasn’t a standard medical test for a seventeen-year-old. Nor was any of those “heart stress tests” he asked me to perform SOP. Things like doing jumping jacks for five minutes naked while my c**k and balls flopped in the air. Then he would listen to my heartbeat and massage my balls as I lay panting on the examining table. Nor were the stomach crunches with his f
