Date: Sun, 02 Jul 2023 15:56:49 +0000
From: CraigsMyth <1craigs.mith@proton.me>
Subject: Grandpas Mirror - 6

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Grandpa's Mirror - 6


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So I saw him before and after my third wave of ecstacy. He is still
standing there.  Bogey is standing behind me, stiff as stone. No. Not his
penis, this time, well, it might be. It's buried behind thick jeans and
probably underwear. His entire body is stiff as granite. I stumble
forward, my dick is still bouncing in receding waves of ecstasy, my knee
hits my jizz, my head hits the mirror, not enough to break it, but just
enough to remind me that it's glass and it could  break.

I finally stop heaving and squeaking my sperm explusion. A second ticks
off. I look. I think. I can feel the time slip past through my fingers
like sand.

"You cum as you go." It is a rule over there, over here seconds means
minutes and hours over there. I never did the math, but time didn't flow
the same. One time I spent hours over there and the clock, once I
remembered to look, losts thirty five seconds. So I rush. I try to ignore
the small wave of pleasure that should be the last of my orgasm.

Bogey is standing in his jeans, his legs slightly apart. His eyes are
open. I call to him. I poke him in the middle of his chest. I pinch one
of his nipples, pretty hard. I think he would have hit me if he could. I
cup his jeans. I tickle his armpits. My hand get's moist from his sweat,
but he doesn't move.

I remember, he jizzed onto Plims back back in the other world. He should
have been sent back here. Something is wrong. Pants? Pim cussed out his
pants before. He had to take them off in the other world, but they are
still on here. I have to get the fucking pants off him. As I reach for
his button on the front of his jeans a huge mix of emotion goes through
me. This is like a fantasy, but in real life. I feel guilty. I feel
exhillerated I can pull them down. I feel small because he's so big. I
feel worried, because he might not come back.

My mind races and I look at his face again. He's frozen, like sleeping,
but not. When I'm done he'll come back. I get his pants down to free his
big fucking long john. He's engorged. I work his flimsy tan boxers down
and his big balls drop free.

His legs are just wide enough to cause problems. I wiggle and shimmey his
pants to his ankles. I look up to his face, again. The lamp is barely
light enough to show his blank stare is unchanged. He seems to be both
here and not here. I wonder what his time is going like. I lift his leg.
Part of me thinks that he will topple over and the other part of me
thinks it won't move. I'm simply wrong. His leg goes up, but his muscles
on some level, move on automatic. He has to ballance on one leg and he
does. He seems like a moveable stick man, the kind you can use to draw.

I breathe out a breath I didn't know I held. I pull back his pants and
put his bare foot on the bare floor. The second foot lifts the same as
the first. I put his foot on the floor. One of his hands came loose. I
make him touch Pim's little button. As soon as he touched, I expect him
to wake up.

Nothing.

"What the fuck now?" I ask outloud to no one.

His rod is sticking down into my face. The idea goes into my head and
bounces. He sort of said I could do whatever I needed to get him out of
there, so I reach up with my hand. He's fat, especially compared to me. I
pull his foreskin back. His head pops out of his shaft. I give him some
good tossing, like I would me. His shaft is hot to my touch. I just
jizzed, so I my pecker fights to get hard, but loses. I got to do what I
got to do. I wrap my lips around his head and lick. It tastes nothing
like fruit. I wank him for several moments. I switch hands. I suck. I run
my tongue up and down and all over. I fondle his balls, I pull them back
with one hand and work his meat with the other.

If this doesn't work, then I will have to go get Grandpa. That is going
to be embarassing, but far less bad than losing Bogey. After a long time
of jerking him I go back to sucking his big pencil. I blow him like a
porno, like I mean it. I feel him blow. I spit some. Some of it hits my
face. I keep working him. He moans that gives a sound of pure ecstacy.

"What?" I hear him say. I let go.

I cheer get up off my knees and dance like a fool. I can tell the
realization comes back to him, slowly at first and then he grabs me and
dances with me. We laugh and jump. His jizz is sticky all over both us
now.

Finally the joy recedes and he says, "Woah. I was over there for years.
What time is it?" I show him the phone. He laughs.

I say, "Man, Bogey, you had me so worried. I hope you don't mind me
jacking you off in real life to get you back. I thought for a sec that
you weren't coming back."

"You and me both." He replies.

"How long did it seem?" I ask.

"Yeah. It was along time." He lets silence finish for him.

I would have to play the silent game again. I grabbed a towel and got rid
of most of the spunk from me and towelled him off too. Then the mirror
got some attention, and the floor. I had to grab a new towel and opened a
bottle of water and got it wet. I wiped me down and it felt so good. I
offered the towel to Bogey. He took it from me and wiped himself and then
wiped my back. He reached around and gave my sex a little more attention.

He wordlessly climbs into bed. We both don't dress. I blow out the lamp
and stumble into bed.

 As soon as I lay down I hear his voice float in the darkness, "I think
maybe years. The last time I saw you, you vanished. I had just jizzed on
Plim. I asked him about why I was still there and he laughed and stomped
his feet. He vanished and then Pim. It's like it was some kind of joke to
them. I whistled and a plain old horse came. I rode it in a direction.

"I think a couple of days went by. The horse, I named him Bobby, stopped
by a stream and drank. I saw a couple of nymphs, but they vanished before
I could talk to them. I saw a couple little people about the size of a
bird, they had wings and they disappeared as soon as I talked to them.
Then I came to the city.

"I was still naked. They couldn't see me or hear me. So I let the horse
go and found some clothes and the stables. It seemed they needed someone
to break horses. I did that for a couple of months and this girl named
Shirly came up to me. We fell in love and we fucked in the stables. I
jizzed on her back and still didn't leave the place. That whole, "Cum as
you go" wasn't working.

"We got married. On the night, she wanted to see all of me. I told her
about the invisibility thing. She didn't believe me. She said that I
wasn't, "Fae." That's what they called all of the half animal half human
creatures, or the magical ones that I'd seen.

"I had no idea she would melt down when I disappeared in front of her.
She found a knife and tried to murder me. I didn't get laid that night,
but just left. It took me a year to get over her. I left the city and
wandered. I found the ocean. I swam for a bit and a little half fish boy.
His name was Gat. When he came out of the water, he grew legs and sex. I
tried to get home a couple of times with him. Then a girl fish came. She
had nice tits. I had a lot of tries to get home.

"I woke up one day and they were gone. I found a centaur named Shelly.
She gave me a ride away from the ocean. I fucked her.

"Wait." I interupt, "I am confused. Did she turn into a human?"

Bogey's voice is even, "No. Her sex was all horse."

Something in his voice make me curious, "Did you fuck a horse before?"

"Yeah. I guess I was about your age and my next door buddy dared me." He
says and adds, "Here, in this world. No mirror."

"Oh." is all I can think of.

He continues, "And then I found a bunch of muses. They are small naked
boys. They did everything with me. I had given up on returning then one
time I jizzed and woke up here with your mouth around my cock."

"Yeah." my voice is husky.

"I'm so glad you didn't give up on me, Carter Carter McCoy."  I want to
laugh at his litte joke. I never did tell Plim to call me just Carter. He
reaches over and his big hand finds my chest and he rubs it a little.

"Yeah. Family sticks together. I'm sorry I got you over there like that."

"So let's make a pact."

"Pact?"

"Let's never do that again."

I giggle, "Yeah. Okay."

"And," He gives a big pause, "We never speak of this to anyone ever."

"My lips are sealed. I won't tell anyone. I won't tell anyone about the
horse either."

The next morning I wake up. He's gone. I give the mirror a quick glance
it sits as it always did. I piss and run to Grandma and Grandpas house.
Bogey has a coffee in one hand, a plate of heaping breakfast sits in
front of him and he is in the middle of a story. Grandma and Grandpa have
faces of surprise and happiness as they listen.

"That stallion was the meanest, I tell you. It took me a week before the
bite mark on my shoulder faded and another for me to walk normal again."
Bogey's voice is strong and he smiles. We eat breakfast. Mostly Bogey
just talks and we listen. The phone rings in the afternoon. His truck is
fixed.

We say good bye. Neither of us have to remind the other of our oaths, but
his eyes what mine must say too. Nothing is ever going to be said about
it.

Bogey goes on to be the number one Bronc Buster for the world. He calls
me and texts me and invites me to some of his rodeos.