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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.