Date: Sat, 03 Jun 2023 15:59:55 +0000
From: CraigsMyth <1craigs.mith@proton.me>
Subject: Grandpas Mirror -1

Grandpa's Mirror
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The class bell rings. I run out, as fast as I can. Going to the farm is
always fun. Thirteen. I'm just getting my pubes to fill in. They are a
little darker than my shaggy blond hair. I run. I pass a window that is
more mirror than window. I can see why people dig me. I have a sturdy
body, and once I'm done growing, I'm going to knock em all dead. I am an
athlete. No one fucks with me.

The car waits. I climb in. Mom is always chit chatty. I give her some
rundown of my day. We drive North an hour. Finally the farm house appears
and I'm out the door like a shot. I forget my back pack. I visit with
Gradma a bit and find Grandpa in the barn. He's milking a cow.

"Well, lookee. Little Carter finally showed up." He smiles at me.

"Hey Gramps. Good to see you. What's going on?"

"You always ask that." Grandpa laughs, "The same thing that is always
going on. The farm doesn't change much. We did have a storm come through
that put a hole in the roof last week though. We have some people coming
to fix it, so the spare room and the attic aren't available. I hope you
don't mind sleeping in the grainery."

I laugh, "Stop pulling my leg."

"Sorry Carter. It's the gawd awful truth. We cleaned it out and it keeps
the rain out, which is more than what the spare rooms do right now.
Barclay is out of town this weekend too. I know you two are thick as
thieves, but you'll have to get on without him."

"Wow. I was pretty excited about it and now it looks like no fun."

"Not to worry Carter. You got a good imagination. I'm sure you'll figure
it out. Why don't you go check the grainery, the green one. Don't leave
the door open or the mice will get in. And the mosquitos too. I'll finish
up here and meet you in for supper. Get going. Go get settled."

I grab my pack from the main house and go to the green grainery. They are
little sheds that were once filled with grain. I open the door. The floor
was swept and the raw boards looked ancient. There was a bunch of stuff
in there, furniture and an odd mirror that stood in the corner. It had
some pretty wicked carvings on it. I didn't think that grandma and
grandpa were into that sort of thing. There are naked boys holding
flowers and a little half goat boy. One boy was on one side of the oval
mirror and the other on the other, where the hinges were. The goat boy
has a penis and his balls hung low. I run my fingers over the carvings
and feel my boner rise. Maybe this grainery dealee - o would be fun after
all.

We eat supper. I survey the rooms. There's a tree sticking in the house.
with some tarps thrown over the outside. I can see the tarp and yeah, I
am glad they never canceled. I love coming to the farm, even if some of
the funner things are gone, it still beats the city.

"You get settled into the Grainery alright?" Grandma asks.

"Oh yeah. I set my stuff down. There sure is a lot of old stuff in there.
I thought it would be empty. There was a couch and stuff. It should be
cool. But what's with that old mirror. It's pretty racy." I reply.

"That old thing. I forgot about it. It was my great grandfathers. I don't
know where he got it from. there's a reason we keep it tucked away. It's
down right pornographic. But I guess you probably seen worse by now. I
been meaning to sell it. It's probably worth a lot of money. Don't break
it. Or touch it. Did you remember a light?" Grandpa asks.

"What?" I am confused.

"Did you get a lantern?" Grandma says, "There's no electricity out there.
You can't just flick on the switch."

I shake my head.

Grandpa sighs and says, "Well, I guess I was young once too. I'll get
your lantern and show you how it works. If it don't got a switch on it,
young people get confabulated right away."

"C'mon Gramps." I protest, even though it was true, I had no idea how to
light a lamp. We go out to the garage and he finds an old school lantern
that you have to light on fire. We go back inside and watch a little
television and I charge my phone.

The grandparents don't last too long and I get sent to the grainery.  I
light the lantern on a little table I sit in front of that nasty
beautiful mirror. There is a bed, a dresser, a trunk and a few other
oddities. I dig through the trunk. It had old junk, some of grandma's
shawls and a pair of old underwear, the kind with a door for your ass. I
laughed.

I am not tired. I glance at the mirror. It's losing some of it's
reflectiveness, but only along the sides. I take off my clothes. All of
them. Before my gawnch hits the floor my boner starts. I just let it go.
I look at the boys on the sides of the mirror. They look pretty young.
None of them have pubes. I run my hand through my sparse bush. It just
started a while ago, so there is not much there. The goat boy had some
big balls. I fondle them. I remember when me and Barclay jerked each
other off last month. That was cool and I want to do it again, maybe next
time.

I touch the boy on one side of the mirror and the goat on the other. I
stroke their hard things, even though they are flaccid. A blinding flash
of light makes me close my eyes. There is thunder. I scream. and then all
of a sudden everything is bright. I open my eyes.

I am not in the grainery. I'm in park of some sort, I think. There are a
few trees. I am still very naked. I am not on the farm. I panic. My boner
vanishes. I don't know what to do. I don't understand how I could be
here, in the day when I was just touching that stupid mirror. An idea
hits me. Maybe it was magic? Maybe I triggered a spell? That sounded
bonkers, but I was outside getting sun on all of my bits. I don't think
I've ever been outside naked.

I hear faint music, like it was far away. It isn't like a music station,
or rock and roll, but a funny little tune on a flute. I did inventory. I
have no clothes. I have no idea where I am. I have no idea about
anything. So I walk towards the flue. I cup junk with my hand. No one is
around, but I do it anyway.

I try to pick a direction. I don't want to meet the flute person. But the
sound pulls at my feet. There are no prickles or weeds. There's no
mosquitos or bugs. The music grows. I plod onward. the Trees thin and I
see a figure dancing in the tall grass. I walk up. Another figure becomes
visible. :The second is a boy, a little smaller than me, blonde also.
He's a little scrawny and buckshee naked.

I watch from a little distance. The music is quite catchy. The larger
figure steps out from the grass. I gasp and forget to hold my junk. He is
a goat. He is a boy. He is a man. That looks a collage of the three. He
has goat horns. He has the face of boy. He has brown hair on the top of
his head that looks spikey with goat ears. He is naked. His smooth upper
torso drifts from baby smooth to brown fur that travels down his flanks.
Where his legs are, they change from boy to goat. He has hooves. His
package is a man size. His balls are huge, well, at leasts compared to
mine.

He sees me and the music stops. He smiles and says, "Wowser wowee wow.
Look at this Pim, a new boy. He looks human."

The naked boy turns. His emerald green eyes light up and he says, "Wow
wower woah. Yes, Plim. He is new, and fresh. When was the last time we
saw a human?"

"A couple days ago." the goat replies. His voice sounds deep and rich. It
is odd coming from his boyish face. He has red freckles.

"Not that sort of human. A regular human. From, you know." The blond boy

says.
"Woowwer wow wowwee wow. You are right." The goat boy, Plim is now
staring at me intensley. I cover back up.

"Yep. Wowee wow. The hand confirms it." Pim says, "Only those kids from
the other side do that with their hand. I guess it's probably been a
hundred years or more. I can't remember.

I decide to speak, "Hullo."

The goat boy replies, "Woow wow. The hullo word. That's a clincher. You
are the other place aren't you? I am Plim. A Pan. Pim is not a Pan, but
we are not sure what he is. He seems a boy almost like you. Wow yes? You
are quite beautiful. You have a name?"

"Carter. Carter McCoy." I manage.

Pim says, "Carter Carter McCoy is a pretty name. Please don't hold your
sex. It is lovely to see. Look, Plim enjoys your body." I look over. The
half goat has a giant human boner, his balls sway as he reaches down and
gives it a few strokes.

"It's okay," Plim says, "I love boys. I love your body and Pim's hole is
tired of me. You can let me see your sex? Woowee. Please? Here, we are
safe and you are pretty."

"You love girls too Plim." Pim giggles. "And women. And men. And don't
forget all the animals you can catch. You love everything if they let you
or can't stop you."

A little scowl plays accross Plim's face. His face was beautiful. He had
high cheekbones and bright eyes. He strokes himself again. Plim says,
"Yes. You are rising to the occasion. Wow Wooow wooo. Come closer please?
We can do a little sex? Have you ever sucked a boy before? A goat? A
Pan?"

I try to hold back the flood of questions, but the dam breaks, "What is a
Pan? Where am I? How did I get here? What are you? How is this little boy
so old? Is he even a boy?"

Plim laughs a long hearty laugh and Pim snickers.

Plim finally stops and says, "Woooooooo. I am a Pan. I am Plim Pan. We
are what we are. You are where you are. You got here by getting here. You
are pretty. Here, you don't need to worry. The rules here have nothing to
do with the rules of your place. Wooow wow Wowsers wooo. You can suck
it?"

His meat is the perfect erection, as hard as stone and sticking in the
air. I think. I want to try some things. I did before, and now I am here,
where ever it was, I really want to. The goats dick was a mans. He had
mans balls with a patch of hair on the bottom. I can't tell if I am
bewitched.

I hear me say, "Sure. I will try."

They clap their hands and dance. Pim looks to be about ten. His little
mast stiffens and Plim's balls sway as they move. Before I know it I am
kneeling in font of Plim. His thing shrinks. I put it in my mouth. It's a
little salty. It shrinks more. Pretty soon he is all the way in and work
my lips like I think it should be. I've seen a few blow jobs on the
internet. He's hard, but has the dick of a child. His balls shrink too. I
take all of it in my mouth, balls too. He groans in delight. I keep
working it and go back to the tip. I make a mistake of putting some teeth
on it.

"Ouch. Woow ow wow. Please keep your munchers and crunchers under lock
and lip. I am not delicate, but I'm not rough." Plim complains.

I try to talk with his dick in mouth. It comes out gibberish. I pull back
and manage, "Sorry." I work it and suck it. I touch it. I fondle his
balls. I feel someone behind me. He reaches around me. I'm stiff as
stone. Something is poking my hole. A finger? I don't protest. An
exploring little hand finds me. He strokes me. It feels exhillerating.

Suddenly a warm wet something get's my wiener. I glance down. The little
blond head bobs up and down.

I feel Blim blow his load and the salt taste turns to strawberry and then
blueberry. I swallow. As soon as I do, I feel everything below open up
like I'm going to blow.

I shudder. There's a flash, Thunder and I my dick flnches. Everything is
dark. It takes a little for my eyes to adjust. I'm keep on ejaculating.
I'm back in the grainery. I blow and blow some more. The spunk covers the
mirror.

It takes me a moment to adjust to the sudden shift of worlds. Yep The
smell of the grainery hits my nose. I find a towel and clean my chest
off. I clean the mirror. I think. What the fuck? I guess that's probably
magic of some sort. I want to go back.

That was awesome. I touch Plims carving and Pims carving. I can't even
get it up, I spunked so hard. I rub their hard wooden dicks. Nothing
happens. No answers, just more questions. I stay up thinking about it. I
finally fall asleep and dream of the mirror land.