It was lunch and Kyle, Bobby and Jeni’s father, had come home from work. He’d told them he was sick, and that was partially true. What he hadn’t done was discuss the nature of his malady. He certainly couldn’t tell them he was leaving due to a raging hard-on.
Kyle knew he had been dumb going to work today. Unfortunately that hadn’t been the only dumb decision he’d made over the last few days, just one of the more recent ones.
The first had been using the GRO.
He’d found the tube in Bobby’s pants pocket while doing laundry. Later that night, curious about what his son had gotten himself into, he looked up the product on the Internet.
Now, any sane, grown man knew it was a bad idea to put Russian penile enhancement cream on his genitalia. But Kyle figured the only way to adhere to this sound advice would be to never possess such a cream in the first place.
The way Kyle figured, any man left for a sufficient amount of time with a cream that promises to grow his dick would end up using it. He certainly had.