Pan recounted an abridged version of his nineteen years and as he spoke the king listened intently, asking questions here and there, laughing when Pan said something funny and never once taking his eyes from him as he talked about the years of loneliness and of back-breaking farm work.
Then, towards the end of Pan’s tale, Seronisis stood up. Pan fell silent, his eyes riveted on the king as he began to remove his clothing. When he lifted the fine cloth of his robe over his head Pan saw the king’s c**k for the first time and it was beautiful, already rigid against the dark, curly pubic hair. Pan averted his eyes, embarrassed that the king should expose himself so deliberately.
Seronisis padded over to the bed and sat down beside Pan.
“You’re a special boy,” he said, sliding the side of h
