Basically A fantasy I wrote down, hope you people enjoy it.
A story about a boy named Gray who discovers he has the power to stop time at will. And how he uses it to mess with friends, strangers, cute boys and anyone with a nice pair of sneakers. Just to get himself off.
Chapter 1: The train
Gray woke up early on a Monday morning to the sound of his alarm. Having spent the night earlier up late playing games it would take a lot of effort to convince himself to get up. He looked at the time on his phone “7:30, I can stay a couple more minutes” He thought
He rolled back on his side underneath the warm blankets, closed his eyes and mumbled to himself. “Wish I had more time, there’s never enough time” He lifted his arm from underneath the blankets up towards his face and snapped his fingers. “If only it was that easy” shortly after he drifted back into a deep sleep.
He awoke slowly at first, getting sense of reality. Then, in a shock sat up straight. “Shit!” he exclaimed, as he realized he’d slept way longer than he should have. Quickly grabbing his phone from the cheap plastic drawers besides his bed, that he used to store his socks and underwear, and doubled as a nightstand. Doing so almost ripping the charger still attached from the extension cord on his desk only half a meter away. Quickly turning it on to see how badly he had overslept. “7:31”
Gray was confused, had he slipped into a dream and immediately awoken again? What about his dream that had already faded away too far in his mind to remember? Did that all happen in less than a minute?
Guessing that must have been the case his body relaxed again, feeling slightly silly for panicking so much. But being thankful he wasn’t going to be late to class again. His mentor had already complained to him about his morning absences recently, and Gray had promised him he’d improve his timing.
With this promise in mind Gray got up from beneath his 3 layered blankets, immediately feeling the cold January air on his now exposed legs, even through his gray Adidas sweatpants. His most common pajamas during the colder months. Usually along with a plain shirt he’d worn the day before, or couple of days if he was feeling particularly lazy.
His socked feet hit the cold gray laminate floor of his room and made his way to his mother’s bedroom which was much larger than his own. Opening a big closet where he kept his clothes, since his own room had been too small to fit one in with his desk in the way. He grabbed a new shirt and a large blue hoodie along with his usual black jeans and put them on, back in his own room. He looked at his collection of sneakers, of which he probably had way too many. Around 20 pairs at least if he had to estimate and picked out a pair to fit with his clothes. This time a pair of dark blue and yellow Nike dunks low, his most expensive pair. he had saved up for them for at least 2 months before he could buy them, having no job and were his favorites currently.
After putting them on, enjoying the feel of loose sneakers, a size 45, 1 size larger than his feet as he liked them. He packed his bag with all the books he’d need for school today. Gray was currently in his second year of high school. It was not the worst school, not by a long stretch but not very enjoyable either. He mostly felt like he was wasting time. listening to stuff he had known about for years and seldomly learning anything new or useful. To be fair, it was not like he was being very productive outside of school either. But at least he had control over it then and could stave of his boredom.
After quickly doing his hair with some gel and a hair dryer to give it shape, he put on his beat-up white jacket. It was an old jacket and had some holes in it next to the pockets, but he still really liked it and felt a sense of attachment to it. So had not bothered to buy a new one yet.
Feeling ready to head out, guessing it was about time to start walking toward the station he checked the time again. “7:31”
He stood there staring at his screen for a couple seconds. Baffled that the clock had not changed time at all. Maybe it was broken? But how would that even work he thought, the rest of his phone seemed to function just fine.
Trying to find a different clock he headed downstairs to the living room, At first everything seemed normal, Until he noticed one of the family dogs stuck in mid-air. As if they had just jumped off from the couch but were frozen in place. “What the….” Were the only words that Gray was able to expel at this sight before him. He looked around more and saw the other 2 dogs were also not moving at all. As if they had been replaced by lifelike statues of themselves. A quick glance at the clock on the wall above the TV showed this one too was stuck on the same time as his phone. “As if time itself has stopped in its tracks” was his thought. A benign thought on its own until it made him remember what he had done in bed earlier before he fell asleep. Had his wish come true then?
Raising his hand like he had back then, now he snaps his fingers. The moment he does, the dog lands on the ground. Seemingly confused for a moment before they wag their tail and run over to Gray to greet him, as do the other 2.
Gray does not stop to pet them though, instead he stares at his hand in disbelief. “I must be dreaming” surely, he thought. But pinching not even hitting his own arm seems to wake him, yet the pain feels ever as real. The clock now too which had previously been still has started moving once more. “7:32”
Gray snaps his fingers again, as expected time stops like it had before. He maneuvers his way from between the dogs that had surrounded him at this point, giving each a pat on the head before he heads for the kitchen. He opens a drawer, grabs one of the forks inside and drops it on the ground. However, it never does, instead staying in the air where he had let go. He snaps his fingers once more and the fork drops to the floor. The sound slightly startling the dogs as it does. He cleans up his experiment and heads for the couch in the living room. Turning on the tv as he walks past.
He watches the news for a bit while playing around with newfound ability, throwing a ball left on the couch by one of the dogs up in the air. Then snapping his fingers and pushing the ball or moving it in mid air to see the effects. From this he makes out that he can alter trajectory of moving objects by pushing or stopping them all together by grabbing them.
It wasn’t long before Gray had to leave for his train, at least according to his normal schedule. Now that he had this new power he’d probably not even need to leave until the last moment. But he felt like he was about done experimenting at home.
It was quite cold outside, and windy. Consequences of living close to the ocean. As Gray made his way towards the station, he’d stop time now and then with a little snap inside his pocket to look around. He had to take off his gloves for this though, as it seemed not to work with them on.
It was an odd sight to behold. Cars stopped on the middle of the road with people inside staring at the road. People on bikes motionless yet staying upright perfectly. Passers by unresponsive to his waving in front of their eyes, although confused when Gray had not moved back to where he stood as time stopped. To them it must have appeared as if he teleported. He’d decided to try his best not to for this reason, last thing he wanted was gain unwanted attention now. Thinking to himself that he should see how his new ability worked with cameras.
Gray had arrived at the train station a little earlier than normal, now forcing him to wait in the cold before his train would arrive. That is one annoying part of his ability, not that he could complain about that, that would be the ultimate example of “looking a gifted horse in the mouth” he thought to himself.
Several moments later his train arrived, and he got on, into the warmth of the cabins with its soft chairs. At least softer than the steel bench he had been waiting on earlier.
It wasn’t busy, not at all in fact. Besides him there must have been only about 20 other people in the cabin. Mostly other students he didn’t know. One girl had caught his eye though, sitting on the set of chairs diagonal from him. Not because he had an interest in women, he had been quite confident that he was gay actually. It was what she was wearing that interested him, specifically her shoes. A pair of Bordeaux puma suede classics. They seemed to be getting popular lately, as he had seen the type around more and more to his pleasure. The girl, who must have been around her 20’s or at least older than Gray by a couple years. Was quite pretty, long flowing blond hair falling from her almost round head with a small cute nose. Plus, pink lips perfectly blending with her light skin. Oh, she was pretty alright.
Gray found himself sneaking peeks at her now cross-legged dangling feet. Bobbing up and down in a hypnotic fashion, teasing him. Entranced in this for at least a couple minutes before realizing the opportunity he now had. He quickly snapped his fingers still inside his jacket pocket and sure enough the train along with the bobbing feet had stopped and were now completely still. He stayed there motionless for a couple second, anxiety building up with the idea in his mind of what he was about to do. He got up and looked around, every person on the train frozen in place.
Now focusing his eyes fully on the girl as he walked up to her, his dick growing fully erect with each step. Harder than he’d ever been as he stood directly next to her and her slightly worn pumas. He got down on one knee and reached out his hands towards them as carefully as he could, like he was defusing a bomb. Feeling every detail of her shoes, the worn smooth spots on her soles, the soft suede and dirty white swoosh. Getting more and more intimate with the girl’s feet and legs, slowly losing all carefulness or hesitation he started with.
He was in total ecstasy, the excitement of touching her sneakers, something he’d only done in fantasy before making his dick throb. He brought his bulge towards her outstretched dangling foot, now on both his knees and rubbed it all over. He looked up at the girl’s face, still innocently looking out the window at the dead trees outside. This girl unbeknownst to herself was the subject to his sexual whims. This feeling of doing something so wrong, something so embarrassing to a person right in front of him without their awareness only fueled his sexual desire. He could no longer bear it and unzipped his jeans, bringing them and his underwear just below his ass, completely exposing his hard cock to the entire train and the girl. Jerking himself off with her feet, the soft texture of the shoes only adding to the sensation, including feeling the toes inside. He slipped of the dangling shoe from her foot, exposing the matching white puma ankle socks inside. Her shoe now in his hand, he brought it up to his face to take a full sniff, like the moment had made him forget to breath. A light sweet smell of her sweat filling his nose. It wasn’t much, since she must not have worn them very long yet today. But it was enough to satisfy him fully. He refocused his attention to her socked foot, bringing his head down to it to sniff that too, the same smell hitting his senses. He brought the shoe down to his erection and shoved all 8 inches of it inside, deep into the toes. Fucking it hard and fast, bringing it up and down on his dick. Each time bringing him closer to an orgasm, all the while still sniffing her foot now brought up by him and placed so that her sole rested on his face over his nose. Completely ignoring that he had been doing this all on a public train, a fact that only excited him more as he thought about it. He could no longer hold his excitement and felt a deep warm sensation rising from his balls. A pleasure shooting like a bolt of lightning to the deepest part of his stomach hit him and out from the tip of his dick shot 5 maybe 6 thick loads of cum right into the deepest part of her sneakers, filling the toe region up with his mark. Shaking from pleasure he fell forwards, as a wave of relieve hit him. Towards her other resting leg where he rested his head for a moment on her thigh. Still feeling up her other leg and foot as his dick deflated inside her shoe, leaving behind a trail of cum on her insole.
Gray opened his eyes again and looked up at the girl still unmoved, almost like a doll. He was laying between her legs, breathing on her crotch and she was non the wiser.
He stayed like this for a moment, taking in the glory of his act before he got up and sat on the chair in front of her. Fixing her legs so that they stretched out and rested on his own crotch. He still had her cum filled shoe in his hand, tilting and sliding the cum down to the heel of it. This was definitely the most he had ever released in one go. He lifted the other shoe from her foot, now both socked feet resting besides his dick. Taking one more sniff of it before pouring the cum from one shoe to the other and spreading it around. Making sure to mark both insoles completely with his cum. An act which excited him greatly.
An epiphany hit him, and he took out his phone. Taking several pictures of her shoes with the cum inside, and her smooth white socks embracing his dick. As well of her looking out the window. He wished he could stay like this forever but knew he had to stop at some point, having spent almost half an hour on this, while the trip was only supposed to take 20 minutes.
He put the shoes back on her feet, staining her socks with his cum too and re positioned her legs in the same place they were before. Dangling her now cum soaked sneakers in the direction of his spot on the train. He took a final picture and sat back onto his chair, his head facing the window. But his eyes focused on the girl as he snapped his fingers again.
At first the girl barely moved, which made Gray think she hadn’t noticed her now drenched socks. But then she stopped the bobbing of her feet and looked down at them, confused. She must have felt it just now, the warm cum inside her shoes as it soaked into her soles. Next, she uncrossed her legs and inspected the floor, looking for something wet she had maybe stepped in but finding nothing. It was hard to keep his gleeful smile from showing, knowing that he had gotten away with his sinful act. His dick grew hard once more, but he decided not to act on it again, wanting to save his energy for the rest of his school day. And so the rest of the trip was uneventful, and the girl got off a station before gray. It may have been his imagination, but he could swear that he heard wet squelching as she walked past.