OK, I'll be the first to admit, that I haven't been the party responsible for the purchase of condom's ephemistically known in the hobby as the raincoat. Shortly after the birth of child #2, I was fixed, so I shoot blanks making the need for home protection unnecessary. Of course abstinance on the part of Mrs. Ark generally solves that problem, too. For a foray outside the hobby, I found myself in the position of making the "protective" purchase. While I'm a normally highly observant person, when it has been time to dress Mr. Happy, I haven't carefully read the package, but was only concerned with its contents and making Mr. Happy . . . .well, happy.
So my trip to Kroger for protective shopping discovered they keep the damn things under lock and key. The only key exist in the 60ish looking lady who appears to be the horniest person in the store and she gives you the look that says "I know what you're doing, wish it was me, I haven't had it in years". If you don't know the look, pm me and I'll direct you to the proper geographic location of the aforementioned Kroger.
So my purchase ended up being Ultrathin Trojans with spermicide. Now once again, I'll admit to not fully reading but truth in labeling should make this model read. . . . "These are great if you have a pencil dick and may cut circulation to the member when properly installed" Round 1 went just fine until you figure out if these things are tight enough to be ultrathin for added pleasure, there's no place for the load to go. Makes a big mess and you might shoot the thing across the room (think rubber band at 10 feet).
The next truth in labeling should read, "May cause numbness". For the beginning of round 2 anything that has come in touch with the "pleasure lengthening product " is in danger of coming in contact with the continued effort for more pleasure . . . think transfer of said chemical during DATY, BBBJ, playing with digits, etc. The bottom line here is my lips were numb, Mr. Happy was in shock from lack of circulation, and even the sound of opening another condom package caused him to lay down.
So this begs the question. . . . the next time I go "Krogering" what is your favorite brand? Or should I just ask the horny lady with the key?