You grab a pencil and start sorting out the condoms, and find yourself worrying about whether or not the lube with stain the comforter. Which condom is the right one? Which one is the size of your old-- no!-- your PROPER dick?!? What if there are two of the right size, but their wrappers are different? Does the color mean something? Aw, man! Some of them are ribbed, have bumps, and other features! One has "Extra-Sensitive" printed on its wrapping! Is *it* the right size? Will it make you "jizz" in your pants if you use it?!
Finally you get them laid out in some sort of order-- small to large, with "extra-features" grouped under condoms of the same size. Having them in some sort of order seems to make you feel better. There, in the middle, are some you think might be your original size, maybe... at least, they look about the same size as your brother would take, you think... Wait! Weren't you older than Mark?! (Hey, how did you know his name is Mark? Although, it does seem like you always knew that...) Maybe one of the bigger ones would be right...
Weirdly, there is something appealing about the smaller ones... Does a part of you want to experiment, and see if you really will get younger if you squeeze on a smaller one?
Of course, if you DO experiment, why not try one with "Special Features," and see what they do?
You close your eyes and rub your face, trying to think. Maybe you should just scoop all of them into a bag or something and go to the park. Maybe you could go early, find somewhere to hide, and see who this "Secret Admirer" is, and try'n get some answers from him... or her. What if it is a "her"? Wow!
Your attempt at "logical" thinking is interrupted by a woman's voice coming up from downstairs.
"Scott! Mark! Dinner in a half hour! Be ready!"
You suddenly realize you are pretty hungry. Maybe getting something to eat first is a good idea...