Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2023 13:26:09 +0000
From: CraigsMyth <1craigs.mith@proton.me>
Subject: Science Fiction / Fantasy Grandpa's Mirror - 7

+++++++++Grandpa's Mirror - 7


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The summer holidays came to an end. September and the back to school
regiment is an unending, unrelenting list of chores mixed with extra
curricular activities. School with homework, soccer, the evil dreaded
homework is relieved with an occasional sleep over and a few afternoons
of goofing and jacking off.

I shut the mirror and all of it's doings into the back of my mind, where,
in the early afternoon, after school, when I can sneak off for ten or
fifteen minutes, I pull my uncut winky out and replay the sex behind the
mirror. The world seemed to be there, but only in my mind, no physical
harm came to me or anyone else who came back. Bogey would have been the
only one to come from behind the mirror with any bruises or damage and
even though his mind told him he was back there for years, he came out of
it okay.

I am at home. Mom is at work today and so is Dad. Wednesdays, I manage to
get an extra bit of time to do whatever I want. Today, my mind wanders to
Bogey. I text him. He's always busy, so I never hear from him back for
days, usually. It's in the middle of the afternoon, for him, and the end
of school for me, so I expect to hear back from him by tomorrow, or maybe
even later.

I text, "Hey"

Bogey replies right away, "Hey lil cuz"

My mind goes back to that intimate night where I sucked him off, jacked
him off, had him for my very own and he wasn't good with it, but he
accepted everything I gave him. I sound nuts. He was tranced. I am nuts.
He's a great guy. I love him. He has a girl friend now and that's okay. I
need to get my head on straight or it will all go right fucking sideways
and all kinds of bad things in the real life will happen.

I pause before I play it cool and text, "What city today?"

He replies, "Dallas today. Wichita tomorrow. Just hopping on the plane in
a little bit"

I can't think of anything meaningful to say, "Cool"

"I gotta warn you, my lil shit of a brother is headed your way"

"What?"

"I heard from my folks that he's going out to see your Grandparents, my
Uncle Frank and Aunt Ida. He's a real piece of shit. Don't believe
anything he says."

"He sounds like fun."

"Hudson only lies when he opens his mouth. I said nothing about our
stuff. For true."

'Our stuff.' is sex. The fantastic orgasmic adventure we went on. I am
hard as rock. I pull it out. I know I have a bit more hair on the top and
my balls feel bigger too, well, not like since yesterday, but they are
what they are.

I snap a pic.

He texts, "You better not be masturbating to me again." and he pauses. My
Snapchat sounds. I open it. He had a picture of him, a selfie. He is
standing in his bathroom naked as a jay bird. He has the curves and
muscles everywhere and his big bananna is semi hard. It has has a nice
curve and he is wearing a wicked little smile. I study the picture before
the program times out and the pic disappears. By now I'm stroking full
out. I should get some tissue, but fuck it.

I snap a dick pick of me and send it on SMS. He hates it when I do that.
He could be arrested, or some such garbage.

"You know I hate it when you do that." He texts.

"I delete eveything." I text back and my Snapchat sounds again. I open it
again. This time he's mounted a beautiful girl, his man is in her pussy
as he has her small breast in one hand and the phone pointed at a mirror.

I hate it when he does that.

"You hate that." He texts.

I smile and my SMS bings again, "Seriously, my dude, beware of that
little fuck of a brother of mine. He's not like me at all and will fuck
you over in a heart beat. I gotta jet. Plane is bording."

And the phone goes silent. I think of him in the girl, I think of him by
himself sending me his nakedness, his horniness and sharing it with me. A
couple strokes and I spunk. It was a pretty good one this time, I haven't
jacked for a while, I guess. I clean up my junk and spunk up just in time
for the door to open and Mom coming in with groceries.

"Give me a hand Carter." She demands.

I help with groceries, do a few chores, play a video game and then at Dad
announces supper.

We sit. We eat. I launch into the mundane things at school. Dad complains
about his job. Mom complains about a coworker.

After a little bit of talking, a lot of eating Dad says, "Sorry about
your soccer loss Carter."

"Yeah. We should have won, but the ref gave one of our forwards a red
card. It's all bullshit if you ask me." I say.

"Language!" Mom all but shouts.

"Sorry." I say, "But it's not fair. The coaches even said so after."

"These things happen, Carter. The world isn't fair sometimes. You just
got to deal with it. Look on the bright side, you are out of the finals,
but now you have time to do nothing all long weekend." Mom says.

"Sounds bloody fan-Fu--" I catch myself before I say the
'fan-fucking-tastic,' and say instead, "I mean sounds bloody boring."

"Good catch Carter." Dad says.

"I'm just yanking your chain you grumpy little cuss." Mom says, "I made
the calls and you are going out to the Farm." And with that, I can only
watch the seconds tick down.

I spend most of my time worrying about what to do at the farm and wait.
The time doesn't fly fast enough. Every second was slow and every minute
slower. I decided to not jerk for the week, but charge the battery, so to
speak. The idea of the mirror goes from the back of my mind to the front.
I think I understand it and am getting the hang of the magic a little
bit. Things might not make sense in terms of our world, but it sort of
didn't make as much chaos as the first time I went through.

Friday finally rolls around and I barely made it though the day.  I wait
for the ride to the farm. I text Barclay. He texts back and tells me that
his Mom and Dad divorced and he is now living in Las Vegas with his Mom.
I text back the obligatory, that sucks and we will keep in touch
bullshit. That never happens. When people move away, you just lose touch.

Mom picks me up at school. I sit and squirm and then I text Lucas. He's
going to a football game in Miami with his parent for the whole weekend.
Another next time and my mood climbs into the gutter. If this stupid
Hudson kid is going to be a dick, it was going to be a long stupid
weekend. I am tempted to just stay home, but the mirror isn't at home. We
are driving and my bag sits in the back. It's too late.

Grandma and Grandpa's house finally fills our windshield and I barely
wait for the car to stop before I hop out. I run up to the house and hug
Grandma.

She says, "Grandpa is over at the neighbors so he's not around. Your
cousin showed up a little while ago. I told him the same thing I'm
telling you, go run around the farm and see what's what and have a good
time. Get settled."

I drop my pack and run the farm yard. I am bound to run into my mystery
cousin somewhere out here. The animals always draw me in, like they are
wearing magnets and I've got iron in my shorts. Well, today it's pants.
The sun is warm, but the trees have all changed to gold, yellow and red.
The chickens cluck. I let the goats try to bite my hand. They never do,
but kind of gnaw at my hand, like a friend of sorts. There's some cows in
a little pasture, so they are new. Probably neighbors cows. Grandpa helps
others out all the time.

I go into the barn. Grandpa always keeps it clean. The loft has a little
bit of hay. I think Grandpa just leaves it up there for people to go up
and have a comfortable moment. I think him and Grandma go up there before
they have sex. I think they still have it, but I've always been too
scared to ask.

Hudson seems to be very much not in the barn yard. I walk to the
grainery, now labeled the guest house. I come around from the back and
remember Grandpa made a window. I look in.

There is a figure laying on my bed. He's got his pants part way down and
his penis is sticking straight up in the air. He pumps. The hand goes up
and down. I shouid stop looking. The thing is pretty long and has a
little bend to it. The rhythm of the hand sped up a little and then
stopped. He plays with his balls. They are nice enough balls, smooth and
a good size. I should stop. He plays with the foreskin. He pulls it all
the way down leaving the bishop head in the air. The opening at the top
is a litte moist. He resumes his masturbating. He jacks up and then down.
I should stop.

I pull myself away from the window. He looks over. I think I am spotted.
Maybe. I should have stopped sooner. I run around the building and
pretend I am coming from the main house. I knock on the door before I
open it. The door is locked from the inside. I forgot Grandpa put that up
for me. I knock again.

The door opens and the spitting image of a small version of Bogata is
buttoning his pants. My mouth drops. He hasn't got the muscle, but he
looks nearly the same but a little shorter. Maybe Hudson won't be so bad.
I mean he looks like a little Bogata without the incredible muscles.

"Hi. I'm Carter. Carter McCoy." I say, smile and offer my hand for him to
shake it.

"You stupid little perv." He snarks at me, "Were you watching me with my
private moment?"

I withdraw my hand, "You are Hudson, yah?"

"Cuz if it was you, I was doing private things. You shouldn't be
watching, fucking perv."

"Yep. You sound exactly like Bogey said."

"Bogey? He gets you to call him Bogey? I call him Booger. He's a stupid
faggot retard."

"Hoo boy, this is going to be so not fun." I whisper under my breath.

"I get the bed. You can sleep on the couch. Aunt Ida said that we have to
share the shack."

"When are you leaving?" I ask.

"Sunday. And Booger said that you were a parasite off my Great Aunt and
Uncle. He said that you were looking for them to die and then get their
stuff in their will."

"So it's true." My voice is deflating.

"What's true?"

"You only lie when you open your mouth." I shoot back at him.

"You know that Bogata is a horse rider, yah."

"Bronc buster."

"I'm a mixed martial art champion."

"Ok." I manage.

"I will beat the shit out of you if you disrepect me again." His eyes are
mean and his tone is serious.

"Hudson, Carter." Grandpas voice cuts through all the tension in the air,
 "You boys better get ready for supper. Carter, you forgot your pack
again. Here." He hands it to me. I pick it up and set it on the floor.
Sleeping on the couch when there's a perfectly good bed that sleeps two
sits half empty pisses me off a little. Listening to the little shit call
Bogey a fag boils my blood.

"Thanks Grandpa. I see the yellow grainery is empty." An idea floats to
my brain and I try to hook Grandpa. "Maybe we could sweep it out" I say,
but leave out the thought, 'and I could have some peace this weekend.'

"We're having roast beef tonight." Grandpa throws my idea onto the ground
and stomps on it with both feet with a little glance.

Supper is as much fun as Hudson. I still have a hard time looking at
little Bogey and thinking of a younger Bogey who was into me like I was
into him. The fantasy dies so quickly when the little fucker talks.

"Give me more gravy. This food is bland. Younger people cook with more
spice, yah?"

Grandma replies, "So your leaving Sunday morning eh? I think you might
need to adjust your attitude a bit, young man. Your brother did a lot to
patch our family together by being  polite and respectful. If you want
to, you can undo all of that, but your actions will tarnish your fathers
and grandfathers goodwill."

"Yah. That's pretty serious. Sorry. I didn't know you were so touchy
about your cooking."

"Keep treading on thin ice and you will fall through." Grandpa's voice
sounded cheerful to gloss over the threat.

"Dessert? Bogata said you made the best dessert in the world." Hudson
smiles almost sweetly.

Grandma takes the twig of an olive branch that Hudson half assed offered,
"I baked Bogata a lemon marrange pie that he devoured in one sitting.
That boy can sure eat. It was my mother's recipe and she gave a few tips
to make the pie sing. Tonight I made a turtle chocolate cheese cake I got
from the internet. It's pretty good, if I do say so myself."

Desert is silent except for the scrapes of forks and the mechanical clock
that ticked. My mind races, then spins, then I calm. I count the time,
Friday night, which is pretty spent, then Saturday, all day, which will
be tough, and Sunday morning the little prick will be gone. I'll have
Monday all to myself and my peace will return.

My mind sort of returns. I want to plot, but I need more intel. I text
Bogey, "Bogey. OMG, I thought you were joking."

"Sorry Bud. He's a dickwad." Bogey texts back right away.

"Man. I LOV3 U! I wish life were different." My heart bursts and my
feelings flow to my fingers before I can stop them.

"I know. I (heart) you back. I do got a girlfriend and she fits me so
fine. I would switch sides and be with you, but I'm taken."

The honest text breaks my heart and still makes me feel more love. I'm
fucking confused as to how to people work, love, fucking and all that. I
have, literally, no idea.

And my problem floats to the fore, I text, "Hudson's a piece of work. Is
he really a MMA champion?"

"Am so sorry. My parents changed somewhere between me and him. I got
taught how right and wrong worked and the let the shit stain get away
with everything. I have no idea what happened to them to make it all work
this way. Yeah, he's a lethal fighter."

I feel my heart drop. This weekend is going to be an epic long weekend,
but I am thinking in the wrong way. I had in mind, the mirror, with
riotious sex, with girls, boys or maybe some bestiality, something
exciting and taboo, but everything is going to shit with Hudson. Plim
wasn't fussy about what he fucked and I am thinking he's probably onto
something. I think it might not be because I'm a horny teenager, but
because I'm different. Because I'm flexible. I like to jizz.

And then Grandpa says, "Well, It's dark. I guess you guys want to go to
the guest house to bunk down. Hudson, I am guessing you called dibs on
the bed."

"Fucking right I did." Hudson blurts out with a shit eating grin.

"Hudson!" Grandma shouts, "We don't talk like that in this house. You are
excused from the table. You can go out to the guest house." I've never
heard Grandma so angry before. Hudson looks a little surprised and looks
at Grandpa for support. Grandpa stays silent. The spitting image of Bogey
got up and walks out.

Grandpa clears his throat and says, "Sorry Carter. The spare bed upstairs
isn't in. And I think that boy might need to be kept an eye on so as he
doesn't burn the place down or worse."

I finish the cheese cake in silence and get up to help Grandma clear the
table. My mind spins. I am good and truly fucked and this is the worst
weekend I've had in my whole life. This even tops the time I got stung by
wasps when I was seven. Well, okay, that one might have been worse.
Still, having to put up with that  piece of shit, who happens to have a
black belt in MMA is going to be a close second to a nest of hornets. I
remembered how Bogey rode that raging bronco, moving like lightning,
making it all look so easy and now I got his little brother who has the
same genes. I could never beat him in a fight.

I make sure to help with the last of the dishes.

"I challenge you to a game of cribbage!" I say, my fake bravado doesn't
fool my grandparents.

"Make some popcorn for later and make the best of it." Grandpa says.

I pulled out the popcorn maker and in a flash it was done. Grandma pours
the melted butter on it just like I like and I dash the salt on.

"C'mon Carter. I'll get you settled down and maybe you'll survive the
night." Grandpa says as he goes out the door and I follow. Grandpa
continues, "Carter, seldom do I ask you to do something really hard. I am
going to do that tonight. Hudson, the demon spawn of a boy, is a burden.
I ask you to get through the weekend as peacefully as you can. I'll see
about getting you something as a reward, but I can just ask you to make
the best of it. It's a bad situation, through and through."

"Grandpa," I say, "You've been so good to me. I'll do my best. He goes
home Sunday, not Monday, right?"

"Good on you, Carter. Sunday, the crack of dawn. We are driving him into
the city to the airport. His plane doesn't leave till four o'clock in the
afternoon, but with security being what it is in these days, we don't
take chances."

I smile. My Grandpa can be the coolest guy on the planet sometimes. We
make it to the green grainery. I shine my torch on the door. I go to open
it, and it's locked. I knock.

"You little perv better not be fucking looking in the window again or
I'll--" He opens the door. He has his phone flashlight on in the dark
grainery and it's dim LED light dances around.

The light finds Grandpa's chest and he shines in in Grandpa's face.
 "Listen Hudson," Grandpa's tone is something I've never heard except for
in movies. He's cold. He's serious. He's dead serious. He continues, "You
seem to be pretty good about keeping yourself ahead of the pack. That is
okay, but if anything happens to Carter here, there will be all kinds of
bad things that will happen. Carter is your cousin. He's blood. We look
after our own."

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and Hudson takes a step back
closing his surprised open mouth.

"Don't worry Uncle Frank, it will all be good." Hudson says but he's far
from convincing. I walk in, set the bowl of popcorn to the side and find
the lamp on the little table. I light a match. The light throws the
shadows to the corners of the room. I can tell that Hudson is surprised,
he's probably never seen an old oil lamp and didn't know how it worked.
He turns off his phone flashlight.

"And breakfast is at 7:30, if you can behave yourself." Grandpa says and
shuts the door behind himself. The silence in the little grainery is
uncomfortable at first. I sit on the couch and take out my phone.

I text Bogey, "Boy I feel bad for you having such a bad brother."

I leave my phone out and find a game I play when there's nothing better
to do. I feel Hudson flop down on the couch beside me. I say nothing.

"Well, that was pretty intense." Hudson says.

I reply with nothing and continue playing my game. Maybe Hudson is the
reason Bogey barely talks. But then, I got him talking and he wouldn't
shut up. I shouldn't be thinking of Bogey. His body makes mine react,
like erection type of reaction. He's more of bro to me than he knows, I
think.

Hudson tries again, "That lamp thing is pretty cool."

I decide he's trying to be nice, so I should too. I say "Yeah, The oil is
what burns, the rope stuff is just a highway for it to get sucked out of
the bottom."

He gets off the couch and goes over to the mirror. I pretend not to be
stressed as he looks at it and pokes at the carving. He touches Plim
first. He says, "So this is the mirror."

"What? It's a mirror. Just a plain mirror with a few old carvings." I try
to play it off.

"Our cousin Andrew told me that this mirror is pornographic. I can't see
it. There's just this goat man and this other little naked fuck. If
that's pornographic then this mirror is a complete sham."

"Yeah. I thought the same thing."

"Still," Hudson pulls the mirror out from the wall and goes behind it to
look closer, "Great Uncle Pim was said to have gone mad and they had to
put him in a home. He drooled, ate, shat and that's pretty much it for
his whole life, after this mirror thingey."

Alarm bells ring in my head. Pim had been there for a long time, but how
long no one ever gave a straight answer. He was naked there, and on the
mirror, but the coincidence that his name comes up as an old relative
that acted exactly like Bogey did when his soul was stuck in the mirror
and his body was in front of the mirror. Apparently we dodged a bullet
there. My life would be totally different if I didn't save him from being
stuck like that. Pim's body has long died, but the little nude blond boy
is alive in the mirror. Maybe it is a different person.

"Who told you that?" I swallow the bait.

"Okay, Carter. I'm going to be straight with you. You are going to show
me how the mirror works. I know you know." Hudson says as his eyes bore
into me.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I start to deny it. I think about
dancing around the whole mirror thing. The idea of leaving him with his
clothes on in a catatonic state for the rest of his life runs through my
mind. He's family, sure, but what a prick. I could just let him become
the new Pim.

As soon as the thought hits my mind, it rings as a really bad idea. I
didn't want to murder Hudson, exactly, well not in real life. But then an
idea hits me. There are good ideas and then there are bad ideas and
usually it's how everything works out at the end that make it one way or
the other. My gut told me it was a good idea.

"It's magic." I throw it out there, the bold naked truth. I lower my
voice, "Are you sure you want to know? It's dangerous." It isn't hard to
sell it. It is dangerous. Being blatantly honest throws Hudson back on
his heels a little.

"It's true then?" Hudson's eyes grew wide.

"Yeah. I been there. It's pornographic on the inside. But pretty
dangerous."

"I knew that little retard Boogar was lying out his ass."

"Leave the mirror out of your ideas for your trip out here. It's too
dangerous." I don't know if he'll take the reverse psycology. It seems
like we are going to visit Plim and Pim.

"You don't tell me what the fuck to do. I can take care of myself."
Hudson says in true form.

"Are you okay with being naked? You freaked out when I busted you
masterbating in bed earlier."

"The fuck you say? I can, no, I'm not a fag and you are a fucking perv
homo."

"Since when did beating your meat make you a fag? This mirror doesn't
fuck around. You have to be good with being naked or you can't go. That's
the minimum. There's so much fucked up shit over there it will make your
hair curl."

"You are just fucking with me. You want to see me naked. Fag. That's
what."

"Okay. I won't tell you how to get the mirror to work. Just forget about
it." I say and pick up my phone and start playing my game again. I don't
have to wait for long. I can almost hear him thinking. He wants sex as
much as the next hormonal teenager. The story of a sexcapade behind a
magic mirror that actually works is far too much of a prize for him to
resist.

"What do I got to do to make it work? Where do we go? What happens?"
Hudson sighs.

Step one seems to have worked. My mind churns. I know he won't be okay
with my stiffy knocking in on his back door like Lucas or Bogey. This guy
is homophobic and violent. A bad combination. Once I get him to the other
side of the mirror I'm pretty sure I can handle him. But getting him
there and setting it up has to be done gently. I think of all the rules
that the mirror made us follow and Plims minimal talk about the magic.

"Rule one. It has to be dark, or no sun in the sky. Rule number two, the
most important, clothes can't be worn. It seriouslly fucks everything up.
Rule number three you have to touch both carvings at the same time." I
say omitting the other rules about the time difference and the all
important rule of exiting with an orgasm. Hudson might have muscles and
violence, but I have brains and experience.

"So," I look over at him. He looks scared. I say, "Do you really want to
go through the pornographic mirror?

"Yes. Tell me what to do." Hudson says. It's funny, when he says it, it
reminded me of Bogey bowing to my will so I could rescue him, but Hudson
is a whole different load of nasty compared to his bigger brother.

I ask, "Are you sure? You can go back now. But after, you can't."

"I'm sure. Stop fucking asking." Hudson snaps.

Okay. I stand up and put my phone down and peel off my shirt. I take off
my shoes and socks and then pants. I look over. Hudson is standing there
watching me. I give him a look and pause at my belt. He reluctantly takes
his shirt off. I slow down timing the stripping down so that we should
end up naked at about the same time.

I pause at my gawnchie. Hudson looks at me. I raise my eyebrow and say,
"I am not asking anymore. Take em off or you can't go."

Hudson peels them down. He's soft as soft. He has a smaller package than
Bogey and his body isn't quite as muscular. The comparison is always
there because they look so much the same. I pull mine off. I'm soft, but
obviously that has to change before we go.

"If you are going to freak out, you can't go. But I have to be hard to
make the mirror work." I say with a warning in my voice.

Hudson opens his mouth like he's going to argue, but manages a simple,
"Okay."

"Stand in front of the mirror, I'll stand beside you." Hudson moves over
in front of the oval mirror. I take a couple steps and feel my boy start
to rise. I give him a couple strokes and pour on a few mind pictures of
Lucas, Pim, Plim and of course Bogey. My full staff stands proud.

I stand beside Hudson. He's still soft. My thigh touches his.

"Fag! Don't fucking touch me." He shouts.

"You really don't want to go, do you. Fucking calm that shit down or you
can just stay here." I shout.

"Fine. But keep your fucking paws off me. I'm only into pussy. That's it.
That's all. I don't care what my homo brother did with you, but I ain't
him." Hudson complains.

"Yeah. You got that right. Touch the little goat prick then the little
boys junk at the same time." I say and before he can figure out what I
just said, I reach out and touch the Plims's hard wood penis and the dot
of junk of Pim.

Instantly my world went from dark to light. There was no loud noise and I
didn't scream. I suspected that might happen. I felt more and more
powerful after every trip over here. So this time, I better be right,
because in a couple of days, Hudson will be here. Without the power of a
boner, I think he won't be able to do much, but I'm just guessing again.

I feel my boner subside as the sun hits my body. It's so good to be back.
I listen and hear the breeze blow and nothing else. I put my fingers
under my tongue and blow a long shrill single note onto the air. The
whistle is crisp and I shouldn't have to wait too long. Why walk when you
can ride?

The gallop of hooves sound well before the horse. This time, it's a horse
without any unatural appendages or human traits, or so I think.

"Hello naked boy." the horse says in a deep voice.

"Okay," I reply and smile while rolling my eyes, "A talking horse. This
is nice. I'm Carter, Carter McCoy."

"I am Tim. Carter Carter McCoy, Plim said you might be stopping by. Any
friends coming with you? Maybe young naked hot ones?"

"As a horse you might not want to fuck a ..." My voice trails off as my
mind spins. The ideas are vast. I want to punish, humiliate and crush
Hudson. Having a horse fuck him, might do a little bit to his fragile
ego.

"Can you take me to Plim? I'm in a bit of a hurry, Tim."

"Certainly Carter Carter McCoy. Hop on my back and hang on to my mane.
The others who you've ridden say you are a little bit of a pain in the
back, but feeling your sex organs on the back is a little pleasurable."

"Of course they say that and it makes no sense, but I will take it as a
compliment." I reply and hop onto Tims back. This would be the first time
I've ridden a semi normal horse. This one has no wings, horn or man added
on, but can talk, so it's normal for here, I guess.

We ride for a couple of hours and the trees pass. The gallop of his
hooves and deep breaths is hypnotic, but I fight it to keep awake. The
trees become more and more sparse until there is only green long grass
that stretches to eternity all around. The big blue sky changes hues from
dark deep sky blue to pale white with the smallest hint of blue. It
threatened to suck me up, but I held onto Tim's mane. The completely flat
grass land changes from deep green to a pale yellow. The land bends down
and up as rolling hills present themselves in seemly random order. Tim
slows to a trot and the crest of the rolling hill dips down. In the
valley I spy a little white naked boy and a brown furry animal.

I made it.

It's funny. Everytime I see them, they are just sitting around, standing
around naked and not really doing anything. This is a magic world and
they are made from magic, so our rules sure don't apply to them, or here,
or me, now.

I can't help it, I get hard. I can't say that they are lovers, but I know
they will like to see my bone. Tim's bounce even perks up as I rise and
we get closer to them. I don't hide my boy as I jump off Tim. I feel my
big boner smack my stomach.

I smile, "Plim, Pim!" I pick up Pim and hug him and spin him. His little
junk rubs on my naked body. I laugh.

"Plim, you fucking goat. I missed you both." I say as I toss Pim to the
side and grab Plims sex. He get's hard in a heartbeat. I stroke him and
play with his balls.

"Wooooo, hooo, Carter Carter McCoy. You seem to have grown in, Wooo,
power. I think you own this place now? Yes? You were so brave saving
Bogey. He had muscles that boy, but I think he loves his life in the
world of the real. Woooo Hoooo, yes?"

The tip of his penis is warm and moist. I hold it with my hands. I
remember Lucas control the little pan with it, what seems a lifetime ago.

I massage him and say, "A boy is going to follow through the mirror. You
can send him to not the other spot, but not close? He needs to learn to
walk."

"Woooo. Carter Carter McCoy, you are bringing an enemy here? Woooo Wooo
and you have learned much about the power here." Plim started gyrating
his hips as I hang on the big phallus. He pumps and I can tell he's about
to blow. I stop.

"Hey! Carter Carter McCoy! Please oh please finish me off. You can't just
stop." Plim complains.

"When will Hudson arrive?" I ask

"Hooo, there's no way to know. Our time is different and--"

"Just tell me." I say and grab his pecker and rub.

"Thirty two heart beats. He will be coming here. Wooooo, that is only a
guess." Plim says as I pull his skin up and down faster and faster and he
blows. I don't have time to play with his spunk and do the sex things I
did before. I wipe my hands off in the grass and stand and wait.

The heartbeat count is off by a bit, but slowly I see Hudson's naked body
materialize. In broad daylight he looks like a greek god, young, hung,
with the smallest bits of hair in the right places and without any soul I
would fuck him in a heartbeat. His soul is slower to arrive. He stands
frozen and starts to scream. I look over at Plim and Pim. They look
bored.

Finally he stops, takes a breath and his eyes are wide with surprise. I
probably looked that way when I first came through.

"This is the other side?" Hudson's surprise look wears off as his brain
registers grass and sky and us three naked guys. He's not going to be
impressed.

"This is the start, yeah." I say.

"Wooo wooo. A delicious boy, uncircumicised," Plim says and Hudson's
quick hands grab his package in an effort to hide. Plim continues,
"Always these boys and their pesky hands."

Pim Pipes up, "See boy with pesky hands?" He sticks his bare little
wiener out and dry humps the air, "I have balls."

"Faggots. I came here for straight sex." Hudson says.

"Wooo. What is your name? Who are you?" Plim asks.

"I'm Hudson. What the fuck difference does it make to you?" Hudson snaps.

Pim smiles jumps up and down and Plim clomps his hooves on the ground and
dances in a circle. I cringe. Plim says, "Spicy. This one is spicy. Not
like Carter Carter McCoy at all. Opposite. Wooo. Okay Hudson. Spicy."

Hudson looks over at me. I stand there looking comfortable in my own
skin, letting my meat hang and my hands by my side. I think my face is a
little red from being in the same company as Hudson, but he is standing
there holding his junk demanding stuff from a Goat boy and god boy. I
shrug. I have no idea what Plim is talking about. Plim picks up his flute
and blows a single note.

Before he is finished the note, a lightning bolt hits Pim. The blast
knocks Hudson over. My ears hurt a bit, but I stood my ground and am
standing looking over the carnage. The smell of charred meat fills the
air. I look to where Pim stood. His body lay in two pieces, burned a with
bits of blood and meat everywhere. I feel a little panic rise in my
stomach.

I wipe my face and some of the red smears on my arm. I look at Hudson and
he has blood splattered all over his body. His face is abject terror. I
look at Plim. He's taller and his big dick  is sticking straight out,
hard as a rock and an angry purple red. His balls are hanging low enough
to nearly touch the ground. His horns grow bigger and stand out of his
head.

"I can handle a little spicy boy from the other place."

I feel my heart beat speed up. It feels like a moment I have to choose. I
feel powerful and yet at the same time powerless. My naked skin gets
bumps all over. I realize it's not me, it's what I'm about to do.

"Hey stupid fuck." I hear myself say.

Hudson is in a different world and is now being challenged. He's
surprised, "You talking to me?"

"You don't know how to get out of here." I state. His eyes grow wide. A
grey hairless Unicorn's four hooves land in our little dell with a
thunder that shakes the earth. I don't pause. I jump up onto his back and
dig my naked heels into his whithers. The earth vanishes below as we jet
to the sky.

I feel the magical world around me. It's true, I have learned a lot about
this world and I come to some conclusions. This world is based on the
power of sex. I have potent spunk that I have given to it in the past and
in turn I feel the power coursing through my soul. I feel Matt, the
unicorn, move through the magical world and I can feel the  earth below.
The flat grassy prairie, vast and treeless passes away and a lush
tropical jungle appear.

Matt gallops, his hooves hit nothing but air that has turned to earth by
mere force. It wouldn't make sense in the world I came from, but here
it's normal. I see a sea of grey that stretches in all directions and
only 'feel' the world below. I stretch my senses to the world above and
feel a vast nothingness. I guess I'm not a god just yet, but I feel
power.

The jungle below has a point, a nexus point. A point where power flows
and crosses, like a little lake only filled with magic. I can tell Matt
feels it too as he changes direction. I feel it. I can't see it. I feel
the world tilt and Matt descends. I see the grey dissapate and the world
below solidify in it's verdant green, lush and vibrant leaves of
exuberant vegitation projects it's power to me.

Matt stops, his hooves lightly touching the soil. I get off and walk to
his head. He is hot. I feel his breath as he gives me a little bit of his
soul huffing out a cloud of air from his lungs. He loves me. He likes the
way I am and he nickers a light hearted goodbye. I stroke his nose and he
lifts into the air. The horn fixed into the middle of his head lights up
and he disappears.

I feel the world take a breath. I am important. It loves me. I love it.
This was no fucking pornographic mirror, this was a doorway to something
fan-fucking-tastic.

I look around. It's as green as green and there is a pool of water with a
waterfall. Of course, I'm hot and naked so it only made sense to take a
dip. I run and jump into the water. Skinny dipping only feels so right.
The water running over my junk, the water making me feel weightless, the
light shining on all the bits of my body. Maybe this is why I am finding
myself so powerful here, I am where I'm supposed to be.

I pull myself from the pool and let the sun shine on me. I lay in the
sand and fall asleep. A hand is poking my side. I try to ignore it. The
hand pokes again. I think it might be a hand. I open my eyes.

He is standing over me. His massive cock is limp and his balls silently
sit behind his sausage. He smiles at me and say, "Hi. I'm Alex, Alex
Johnson."

"Hi Alex Alex Johnson." I say and add, "I'm Carter."

"Are you a person or one of the Fey?" He asks.

"Pretty forthcoming for a first meeting." I rub my eyes. I must have
slept a long time.

"I'm sorry. I'm new. I found a diary of my Great Great Grandma and she
had these funky things molded into the sides. I found out that if I rub
them, while naked and--"

"Stop." I interupt, "No. You can't tell me how you came to this world.
It's good I don't know."

"So you are from the real world?" He asks.

"Yeah. Except after being here a while, I am not sure the real world is
the way I would describe it. Are you here for sex a second or third time?
Did you try boys or girls or does it matter? I did a goat boy. I want to
drink booze. I want to fuck a girl for the first time." I pepper him with
stuff to think about. It's odd for me to be openly honest, but this magic
thing is potent and I feel untouchable.

The boy stands in front of me. He's tall, probably into late teens. He's
thin, his white abs ripple and he has a flat chest. His red hair sits on
his head with a shade that is not quite fire. The hair above his treasure
is a dark amber closer to brown than red. His smile runs off his face. He
shifts his weight from one leg to the other.

He takes a breath in and says, "I am afraid. At least in the other world,
the real world. Here I love homosexual activity, but I'm afraid of sex. I
masturbate a lot."

I snicker, "Homosexual activity? That's what you call sex? That's what
you call love?"

"Love? It might be called lust." Alex says and shoots me a look.

"Got me. I got to admit."

"Oh. Yeah, go grab a leaf." He points to a big leaf on a vine that's
snaking up a tree. I wait for an explanation and he gives me none. I feel
my eyebrows go down and my nose wrinkle, but I go grab it and rip it off
the vine and hand it to him. He takes the leaf and rolls it into a cone,
like a cup of some sort. He grabs his piss stick and pisses into the cup
filling it up. He hands me the cup.

"What? Seriously?"

"You like booze? Sip it." He says. I sip it. It tastes strong. I think it
might be whiskey, but since I have never had it before, I don't know.
Alex doesn't have a label on him. He does have a big smile though.

"Pretty cool eh?" He asks. I sip again. I almost immediately feel the
effects.

"I think I am going to stay a while. You want to get off?" I ask and look
at him. His deep auburn eyes smile.

I reach over to what was a whiskey spiggot and now is a soft circumcised
cock. The little electric shock is not a surprise, but feels sharp. His
cock is eager and it rises. I kneel. His big bad boy lines up with my
mouth and I pull his skin back. He hasn't got much movement there. I
stick out my tongue and start licking. I put his dick in and suck a
little, but my tongue keeps pushing his head back out. I lick.

I pause and suck back a big drink of whatever booze is in my leaf cup. I
cough.

I lick and then lick more. I chase a circle around his head. I pause and
look up. His head is thrown back and I have command of his sex. I lick
again. I am licking for a while and pause for a drink of booze. I am
feeling a bit dizy now, even though I have a dick in one hand and my
knees firmly planted on the tropical floor. I decide it's a good day.

I lick and I feel him tense. He vanishes. I look down at me. Yep. Hard as
stone, but I want to stay a bit longer. I sip the cup of whiskey and am
on my way to get good and truly drunk.