Brandon looked about to make sure no one was about, then he jumped over the six foot fence and into the Smythe's backyard. He knew no one was home, and that the big yard with a pool at one end and a high wall around would afford him the privacy he wanted.
He noticed that the Smythe's closeline next to the pool house had several sets of sheets hanging from it. He grabbed a twin sheet as he lay down behind the pool house to jack off. He was working up a sweat as he focused his attention on his cock, when he heard a noise from the pool house and suddenly the curtained windows lit up. He supressed a moan as his body convulsed and the sheet attempted to absorb his load. He shivered cold in his sweaty nakedness. He had planned to rinse off in the pool, but now he waited to see who was in the pool house. He sat up and peered through a narrow opening in the curtain. He smiled it was 18 year old Jack Smythe,he was removing a condom from his pocket, as he took his shirt off. Brandon couldn't see who was in the room with Bert. He strained his ears to hear the conversation. Jack turned shirtless with the open condom is hand.
"Now we don't have to do this if you don't want to, sweetie," Jack said.
Brandon's body suddenly shivered violently. His gut felt empty again, and he watched as his eye level rose above the top of the window. He had grown again. His torso was now over 8 feet tall, which meant he had to be at least 15 feet tall. His cock throbbed painfully. He felt famished physically and sexually. He desparately wanted to be satisfied on both counts. He decided to stand, the poolhouse creaked as he leant against it for a moment.
"Hey, what was that!" Jack shouted. The sofa bed springs rattled noisily.
Brandon grinned. He still didn't know who Jack's bed mate was, but he was so horny he didn't really care.