Paul decided to wait for Matt to come home. To use the time wisely, he crept into the space behind some of the Lairds' bushes and began to rub his crotch through his pants. It felt delicious. Man, do I want to leave this feeling behind? Paul wondered. There was something about being smaller than normal and masturbating that felt better than any other arousal he had ever experienced.
There was plenty of room in his pants to reach inside and play with himself. However, he was all tangled up in the clothes. Ten minutes later, he barely could free his reduced cock to spurt cum onto the ground in front of him instead of in his underwear.
A strange feeling raced through his veins and across his skin. He realized that at least some of the odd feeling was due to his clothes rubbing him as he grew back to normal size.
With a sigh, he stood up and stepped out of the bushes.