The sensation is going to drive you mad. You stand up and come face to face with the once-again transformed boy, still beating your young cock, even though your wrists and forearms have been sore since before his last transformation. "PLEASE! You gotta help me! He's got some kind of power over us, but we need to get you back home." The boy gives you a puzzled look and glances back up towards his Uncle. The man nods and the boy smiles back at you. "OK, I'll help you." he says as he reaches out with his thin arms and pulls your hands away from your cock. "Nonononono" you moan in your young undeveloped voice, you begin thrusting your hips into the air, as the blood in your body pumps harder. The small muscles in your arms and your pecs bulge with the effort of trying to break the lanky teen's grip and bring your hands back down to your cock, but he is much stronger than you. Sweat runs down your neck and chest, your dark hair is matted to your head. The boy asks "Do you still want me to help you?" You nod up and down desperately. You begin to beg him "help me... please... anything... just help me... " You watch as his own young cock begins to fill up. It is still thin, you imagine he could easily wrap his hand around it, but its the length that continues to surprise you. It doesn't seem to stop pushing out of him. His foreskin slowly pulls itself back as his cock gets longer. His body shutters slightly as it finally is pulled over his glands and to its limit. A drop of precum forms on his long pole. He moves forward and lets the tip of his cock touch yours, sharing his precum. Your knees buckle and give out. You crumple to the floor. It had felt like an orgasm from only a touch of him, but you're still painfully hard and your balls still feel heavy with cum. The boy lifts your from under your arms and places you on the bed. He lies on top of you, grating his body against you, trapping his cock and yours between your soft, yet firm bellies. You gasp for air as your whole body begins bucking underneath him. His hot toned flesh pressed against your young form is sending you over the edge. You know you'll lose consciousness soon. You hear him say "You said we should go back home, right? Maybe we will..." And with that he kisses you and forces his tongue into your small mouth. That's the last thing you feel as your body goes limp and you black out.
You wake up on top of the covers of a freshly made bed, sunlight streaming into the romo from an open window. A cool breeze creaps through the room. There are posters of cars and soccer teams on the walls. The room is furnished like it belongs to a young teenager. You are naked and still in the form of a young Mexican boy. You get up on shaky knees, thankful for your limp shaft. You make your way to the window and look out. You recognize the neighborhood as the boy's old one.