John stood in Erin's room while the parents and Anna stormed out. Looking about John had delight in seeing his older brother in trouble. John hopes were of getting John's room one day and maybe that day was very near.
In the ten years John had been in the house he'd never seen Erin do anything like a sexual act. As he walked the room the sight of clothes in a pile and a funny oily smeer on the seat of the fashioned rocking horse made him wonder.
As he sorta took inventory of the room and made plans on where things should be if he were the resident. The private bathroom was an exceptional thing. John looked about the room and quickly noticed the green glass jar.
A sniff of the jar and a touch of some greasy contents still around the neck made him wonder about the rocking horse. Now a notion was playing in his head as he remembered Erin's trip to the big city.
The medicine cabinet offered another green glass jar and this one was full. A clear tape sealed the lid to the jar and on the bottom was a label.
John looked at the label and sat the jar carefully down on the bathroom counter. "Strong Sex Ointment" was what he read on the label. This was more than neat as John was about two years younger than Erin and long had been in fantasy about sex.
No instructions about John planned his own. A quick run to Father's bathroom brought the find of a condom. A run back to the bathroom John removed the tape and unscrewed the jar.
A sniff of the fresh smelling ointment John scooped up a glob with two fingers. A smeer job on his small penis and another glob inside the condom gave him a shiver. As the condom stretched over his now lengthening boyish penis it made him breathe deep.
In seconds the condom began to stretch to it's max. John watched with giggled delight as his small thin penis gained both length and grith. In just minutes the penis was as round as a pop can and growing. Longer the condom stretched as the rod inside pressed out.
A pain unequaled by his once broken leg hit and made John crouch down into a tight knot. A hand still slimed with ointment grabbed at his empained shaft till the pain slowed. A slow standing up he closed eyes as the pain subsided. A look to that mirror of fate brought a gasp of terror.
As he leaned over the counter his ointment soaked penis toched for only an instant a pair of well shine shoes which awaited his brother to wear at a party.
Like a searing pain the penis was now attached to his lower belly and a pink leathery sheath at it's base. The pain had been enough to return his penis to a soft state. Yet now it was held in this all to simular form. John knew all to well the sight of a bovine sheath as he's seen many a time the farm bull in action.