Bumping shoulders with other half stripped folks like me after a long day of medical and physical inspections, I stood as the "inspector" yelled:" Alright! You stand in line, in the same order you were placed on the name list on the wall. You come in, lower your boxer shorts to the knees. I "examine" you. Then, you turn backwards, bend over, and pull your butt cheeks opened." He flipped his head to behind the curtain and added as he pointed away with the de-capped pen in his hand:" Stay a meter away from me at all times."
They laughed.
Standing in line, all I could think of was how embarrassing it's going to be. Roosters in the flock were pampering their "junk". It was a testosterone show off.
I entered when he yelled for the next and came out.
Repulsive. Morally repugnant.
I just wanted to leave, to wash my self from undesired memories. I wanted to retreat from signing up for the tryouts.
It never occurred to me that I was "gay tested" until my pre-sleep sighs.
Three salutes to the lebanese army for its honor, sacrifice and loyalty.
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