Chapter 1

“Okay, Birthday Boy, time for the wish!” I heard as I blew out the candles for my eighteenth birthday.

Very well, I thought with devilish, if wishful thinking (wasn’t that the point, though, not realism at all). I wish that I could bend space and time to my will, so that I could teleport to any place that I wished freely and freeze time or thaw it out at my own whims. Those seemed like very specific wishes, and if I got my way, unlikely as that seemed, it would be pretty clear to me that I did so. Now it just was a matter of testing it at the first opportunity.

Well, I thought, I really hated my stepfather and barely tolerated my mother, so if I could vanish from there and see my father for a moment, that would be nice. That would be a very good test indeed. My parents were only slightly more civil these days, given that Dad had ruined my stepfather’s ministry before storming out of their church one Sunday, never to return. Norris had almost been defrocked before being reassigned to another district or whatever Methodists called it, not that I much called it. Mom’s adultery with a married minister with five kids of his own had been quite the juicy scandal for the church authorities to hush up, to say the least.

Nowadays, of course, Dad was a very bitter ex-Methodist, and likely ex-Christian, too. He had divorced Mom, just as Norris’s first wife did to him, only he didn’t get as good of divorce terms as she did. Dad now literally lived just above his barbershop in a cramped apartment he made for himself out of the former attic, complete with his own makeshift kitchen and john. He was nothing if not resourceful, my old man. Luckily, as a very popular barber, his clientele pitched in quite a bit, even gave him plenty of whiskey as housewarming gifts (Dad loved Evan Williams in particular).

Ha, I thought, I’ll freeze time first and they’ll never even know that I was gone! If it works, that is, I reminded myself, so as not to get my hopes too high only to have them dashed by cold, hard reality. I snapped my fingers for just a second and sure enough, everything but me seemed to be stopped ... stalled. It was a miracle ... or magic, or something! My wish came true, at least for time ... what about space? I snapped my fingers again and visualized Dad’s barbershop, and there I was.

It was unmistakably Dad’s shop, down to the mirrors, every last chair, the magazines in the waiting room newsrack, and a vending machine outside for soda pop, and the traditional red and white barbershop pole. I sat down in one of the clients’ chairs, where I got many a free haircut over the years, even if they were crewcuts. I felt incredible exultation at knowing that I had this magical power, this new gift for bending space and time to my own personal will. Things were frozen here, too, so I walked upstairs, since the shop was closed, and checked up on my old man.

He wasn’t alone. With him was a very sweet and sultry looking Asian lady in a state of distinct undress, her piercing brown eyes wide open in apparent orgasmic bliss at Dad’s deep delivery of dick. I chuckled as I realized that it was Mrs. Chang, a widow who used to teach Sunday School at my old church. Two lonely people had found comfort and ecstasy in each other’s arms. What the hell was wrong with that? Would God really be that harsh to Lisa Chang for needing a living man’s touch when her late hubby was dead and gone for the rest of her days?

I chuckled as I realized that Dad went bareback with Mrs. Chang ... yeah, I could soon have a half-brother or sister on the way, not that I minded the prospect. They couldn’t be any worse than my stepbrothers and stepsisters, could they? I also snickered at the fact that Mom couldn’t claim me for child support anymore, could she? She’d have to get Norris to pay for her fucking Jazzercise or Zumba or pilates classes, or else get a nicer job and pay for her own. I was done with having to fend for myself on nuked baloney and saltines so that Mom could sweat it to the oldies with a bunch of other wine moms and gossip while stealing back some of her youth and vitality.

Meanwhile, if things went well enough for Dad, he’d soon get to move into the rather cozy Tudor house that the Changs owned for years before Lin Chang passed to his reward. Mom couldn’t steal that from him and Lisa Chang adored Dad, so he was likely to marry her and grow old with her, too. She was a very attractive woman of thirty-six, barely twice my age. She had plenty of good years left for her and she looked to be cashing in her chips ahead of the game, a very wise move for one of the marrying kind.

Not wishing to intrude upon Dad’s privacy for too long or that of Mrs. Chang, I snapped my fingers while a variety of thoughts blitzed through my mind and found myself in a very strange house. It was a bit warmer than Akron, Ohio, this time of year, that was for sure. I saw palm trees and everything, much to my surprise. Time was still frozen, so I took full advantage of the chance to inspect my surroundings and the local scenery. It was basically a palace or mansion rather than a suburban home or urban apartment, of course, or a country shack or farmhouse, for that matter.

I walked up to the gate, snapped my fingers again, and was on the right side of it at last. Then I did the same to get inside the place and found a few folks still frozen inside as well as outside. Time had indeed stood still for yours truly, much to my satisfaction. I noticed some kind of maid or housekeeper who was rather attractive, at least to me, if a bit on the mature side. I lifted her dress and found a pair of panties that I slid easily off her to put in my back pocket for now. Then I grabbed her butt for a moment and fondled the naked cheeks while noticing an open bottle of beer in the kitchen.

It didn’t take long to do what came naturally, namely ease the half-empty bottle of rather pricey lager into the maid’s exposed asshole for a prank. I began moving the bottle slowly, but surely in and out of her swarthy bottom and enjoyed her involuntary responses of pure pleasure once the mind was disengaged and her primal instincts took control of her. Without a conscience or any inhibitions to get in the way, the maid simply relaxed and allowed nature to take its course to her own subconscious delight.

Enough was enough for me. I was tired of being a virgin. Finding the maid soaked like a dishrag, I slid my cock as deeply into her slippery snatch as I could put it, past her furry little black bush to relish the experience of losing my cherry to her now. I actively humped her from behind for what felt like a glorious eternity, my dick delighting in every stroke as she now moved her hips with zero consciousness of her own actions in that moment. My hands continued to pound her cornhole with the bottle as well, training her backdoor for future invasions, as I now fully intended to return and use her again.

At last, however, I couldn’t take it anymore and I erupted into her succulent twat, filling her gash with my creampie and my seed. I then pulled the bottle from her tush and carried it with me as I chuckled and walked into a comfortable living room to see a foreign fellow with a five o’clock shadow and a wedding band. This was obviously the man of the house, the husband of whichever lady lived there. Smirking, I brought the beer bottle up to his mouth and made his frozen self taste the brew straight from his own maid’s ass without bothering to wipe it.

Then I got another crazy idea and set the beer down for a moment before physically dragging the guy all the way to behind the maid. I unzipped his pants and freed his prick to guide it into her gaping asshole so that he could bugger her. I began moving his hips for him at first until they started bucking on their own accord and he bottomed-out inside the maid’s still bare ass. I put the bottle to his lips again and he involuntarily drank a bit more of the anal ale, much to my own amusement.

It wasn’t much longer before the guy came, of course, probably due to the unaccustomed tightness of the backdoor engulfing his cock. Even so, he got some strange at least once in his marriage, whether he knew it or not. To protect the schmuck, not wishing him to face any marital blowback due to his unintended infidelity, I helped pulled his pants back up and led him back to his previous seat. I then pulled the maid’s dress back down to where it was before, at least for now.