Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2013 15:07:28 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: A Slip in Time

			      A SLIP IN TIME
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     I rolled over and looked sleepily at my alarm clock which had just
gone off, slapped it into silence with the snooze bar, then clicked off the
alarm for the day.
     Something was wrong with it.
     I knew that, but I couldn't figure out what. It wasn't that it had
stopped, the second hand was going right on around it was... "Ah, shit!" I
moaned. "I forgot to set my clock forward for the time change!" I wasn't on
time, I was due out the door at this very moment! I heard a door open and
close, but that was probably my roommate getting home. He didn't work
nights (he didn't work at all, far as I knew, his mother paid the rent for
him), so I guess I shouldn't gripe how he's gone more often than not during
the evenings and nights. I didn't especially need a buddy for a roommate
anyhow, an absentee roommate was almost as good as living alone.
     But I didn't have time to screw around. I had to have a shower (I'm a
night-sweater, nothing to do with the heat, my pores just open up and so I
wake up sticky and smelly), so I jumped in and started scrubbing myself. My
cock was throbbing with the usual morning woody, I usually spent up to a
half of my morning hour before going to work by jerking myself off, a good
blowing off of the pent-up jizz could make a fellow face a dull job with a
better attitude in general. But no time for that, I told Jerry (my penis'
nickname, you guys know what I mean) to go back to sleep and I'd pay him
back with interest when I got home tonight. He wasn't happy about it, but I
dried him off and stuffed him into my BVD's and finished getting
dressed. Shit, nearly a half-hour late out the door! I'd hear shit from my
boss for this!
     My keys weren't on my dresser! Shit, neither was my wallet! And my
black shoes! What the hell?
     I got dressed and put on my brown shoes in lieu of my usual black
dress shoes, too casual for the office but it'd have to do. Went into the
living room, maybe I'd left my keys and wallet there, not that I thought
so, but I was out of places to look in my bedroom.
     Craig was out there, watching television and scratching his balls. He
looked over at me and jerked his hand out of his shorts, guiltily. Maybe
that wasn't scratching, not that I gave a damn. Craig was cute enough, but
he lived and acted so skanky, I wasn't interested in him that way. "Dude! I
thought you'd already left!"
     "I overslept!" I complained. "Have you seen my car keys and my wallet?
They're gone?"
     Craig blinked stupidly like only a drug-head can. "I thought you drove
your car to work."
     "Oh, crap!" I moaned. Some burglar had broken in, found my keys and
wallet and stolen my car! "Can I borrow your car? I got to get to work!"
     Craig's car smelled worse than he did! Like something died under the
back seat! I took off, I'd have to buy something quick on the way to work.
     I ended up at Dave's Coffee House and hoped he'd be willing to help me
with a fast hot meal, he could give me the eggs he cooked for someone else
or such, I bought breakfast from him all the time, so I could hope.
     I charged inside and called, "Dave, hey, I'm late for work. Can you
get me the usual, right away?"
     Dave looked at me and blinked a lot like Craig had. "You want another
breakfast, Nate?"
     "No, my first. I woke up late due to the damned time change, can you
fix me the usual, and right now?"
     "But I fixed you the usual." Dave went on stupidly. "Just like
always. You weren't late, you were right on the dot, I said something about
you're being the only person running on schedule today."
     "But I didn't and I'm not! Look, can you make me the usual, in a
hurry?"
     "Sure, sure, sit down. It'll be five minutes, maybe."
     I sat down. Cripes, I would be a full hour late to work at this rate!
What the hell was I going to do?
     And to top it off, I forgot my wallet was missing! I couldn't pay for
the breakfast! Ye, gods! I had to promise to bring it tomorrow. I'd have to
go to my bank and coax the tellers into giving me cash out of my bank
account. I still had to call the police for my stolen car. And I was
fucking late to work!
     And to top off the top-off, I didn't have my company pass-card! It was
in my wallet. I had to get the security guard to call my supervisor.
     The guard listened, nodded, then said, "Beat it, Mac! Ought to run you
in, trying to slip in here, but I don't want to mess with the paperwork!
Get out of here!"
     "But my supervisor can tell you who I am!"
     "Your supervisor? Hah! Listen, bud, I called and they told me that
Nathan Pallard is already on the job! So unless you have a twin brother
playing a joke on you, you are not Nathan Pallard! Now for the last time,
beat it or I'm calling the police like I'm supposed to!"
     What else could I do? I got out of there, and found a park bench and
sat and thought. It's one thing to have a spaced-out roommate think someone
else was you. Even Dave could have been fooled by a resemblance, I
guess. But my job is not something a stranger can fake, too much of it is
resting up inside my head, too much is specialized knowledge peculiar to my
task, my company, my station and my notes. All I could think of to do was
to wait until noon and see who came out of that door to go to lunch.
     I had to wait an hour and a half until noon, but then I saw the man
who'd taken my car keys and wallet, taken my shoes and my blue suit, taken
my car, eaten my "usual" at Dave's and worked my job all morning with my
pass card!
     It was me! I don't mean a guy who looked like me, it was ME! I
couldn't fucking believe it! I came out of the door, walking to the diner
with Shirley and Deborah like I often did. They were smiling and chatting
and laughing and everything I did on my lunch hour. Shirley and Deborah had
worked by my side for eight and ten years respectively, they wouldn't have
been fooled by an imitator. They knew all my secrets, they would have
spotted a fake in about fifteen minutes.
     Somehow, I'd ended up in some...parallel dimension or something, right
out of "The Twilight Zone!" I couldn't figure it out. What had I done
wrong?
     The time change. The change I'd forgotten all about, had slept right
through without thinking. Somehow, my failing to do that sent me right out
of synch with the universe, and sent me...here.
     With nothing better to do, I went back to my apartment. No key to the
front door, but I talked to the landlord and he let me in the door and gave
me another copy of the front door key. I sat in front of the television,
not-watching the soap operas and game shows and just sort of...waiting.
     Waiting for me to get home.
     I opened the door of the apartment (hell, I can't keep calling this
other me "I" so I'll call him "Other" from here on, with a capital letter
like it was a proper name) and I stood up as Other, his back to me, closed
the door. "Hello, Nathan." I said to him.
     He jerked around like I would have if I'd heard my own voice behind me
and saw me and fell back against the door. "Shit!"
     "I know." I said to him. "I'm you. You're me."
     "This isn't fucking happening!" Other gasped out. "It can't be!"
     "I know, I know." I said to him. "I didn't believe it at first myself,
but...
     I stopped because Other had just fainted.
     He didn't rouse when I shook his shoulder. I didn't have any
experience in how to wake up people who faint on you. I couldn't leave him
lying on the floor so I picked him up and took him into our bedroom and
laid him down on the bed. He woke up as I raised up from putting him there.
     "Who are you?" he asked me.
     I had to grin at that, the sort of grin you do when you meet up with
Death. "Near as I can tell, I'm you." I said. "Or you're me. Or we're each
other. God, I don't know what happened here, either! I'm hoping you have
some ideas."
     He chuckled at that. Like my grin, it had nothing of humor in
it. "Don't look at me, I just found out about it, remember?"
     "First thing I knew anything was different was when I woke up this
morning." I went on and explained about my forgetting to set the clocks
forward one hour for the time change. "So I woke up this morning and I was
an hour late. You, on the other hand far as I can tell, woke up spit-spot
on the dot of the new time and spent a day not one second late,
anywhere. Whereas I never got anywhere today when I was supposed to."
     "Makes as much sense as anything else." Other said to me. "So what
happens now? Is one of us supposed to go up in a puff of smoke?"
     "I guess so. But I'm damned if I know which one." I had checked the
clocks when I got home, they all still read one hour off, so my guess was
that he was the one who'd go away. Not that I was all that certain about
that, I'd been afraid to tinker with them for fear I'd be the one!
     "Well, until you do, you're welcome to stay here with me." Other said
gamely. Whistling in the dark, he was thinking the same thing I was.
     "And you're welcome to stay here with me." I said. "After all, this is
your home, too!"
     He laughed, but then he looked at the alarm clock. "It says six
o'clock."
     "I know."
     "But it ought to say seven." he went on. "I changed it last night."
     "I didn't." I said softly as I could. Maybe he wouldn't make the
connection I already had.
     "This isn't my home." he sighed out, a whisper that was barely
audible. "I changed all my clocks Sunday afternoon. Sunday afternoon!"
     "Hey, hey, take it easy!"
     "You're the one that belongs here, not me! Not me!"
     "Don't think like that!" I told him. "You're here now! You handled
today a hell of a lot better than I did!"
     "But I don't belong here! How do I get home? How?"
     "Stop thinking like that."
     "I'm going to evaporate!" Other moaned. "I'm going to just vanish like
a freaking soap bubble!"
     "You don't know that!" I sat on the bed and held him in my
arms. "You're here, now!" Frantically, I came up with something. "If you
were going to vanish, wouldn't you have vanished now, that we've met?" That
was something that had occurred to me while waiting this afternoon.
     And it worked on him. He stopped shivering. "You're right. Whatever's
going on, you and I aren't the same person, are we?"
     "Just incredibly identical. I'm thinking parallel universes myself. In
your universe, maybe the first President was Benedict Arnold or something."
     "It was George Washington."
     "We may never figure out the difference. Maybe the only difference in
it was that you turned back the clocks and I didn't, and that's why we
ended up...merged except for us."
     "Merged." Other said, trying it on. "I like the sound of that."
     "Yeah." I said. And it was then, with him just holding me, not
frightened, not shivering, and me not concerned, not nurturing, that seemed
to trigger it.
     Other felt it, too. His hand came up and touched my cheek. "Thanks for
letting me stay here."
     "Don't mention it." I said. "I got the day off work with pay, thanks
to you."
     "I guess we can work alternate days, then." Other said gently. His
hand on my cheek made a soft curving motion that was like fire. "And then
when we get home, the other can be there waiting for him."
     "Sounds pretty good to me." I agreed.
     I'm not sure which of us decided to kiss the other, but we met halfway
so I don't guess it really matters. He was wearing his business suit still,
while I had on the shorts and t-shirt I change into when I get home from
work. Other than that, we were exactly alike. I think that's what triggered
things, you know? To touch and be touched and it's just the same both ways?
I know I was really turned on. Of course... "I didn't get a chance to jack
off like usual this morning." I commented irrelevantly.
     "Me, either." Other said. "I woke up and had a lot of trouble getting
myself started."
     "The time change always does screw me up. Us up." I agreed
huskily. "Or maybe that was just our bodies telling us that if we weren't
careful, this was going to happen."
     "Like feeling torn in two, isn't it, the time change."
     "Yeah." I said. "Though I'm not complaining about how it's worked
out." And I kissed him again, harder. My idea, not that he didn't cooperate
all the way.
     He had more to remove than I did, though we undressed each other. I
got him out of the shoes, pants, jacket, tie and shirt, and he had me
totally naked, while still wearing his white t-shirt and briefs and
socks. He didn't give me a chance to catch up, we were both standing by the
bed at this point and he sort of pushed me back onto the bed and clambered
in on top of me. He maneuvered around so that his knees were on either side
of my head and his face was down to where it would do the most good.
     His mouth caught hold of my cock and sucked it down and I nearly
fucking fainted! I mean, that was the most incredible feeling I've ever
had. Like it was meant to fit there. Most guys, somehow their mouth doesn't
quite fit over the cock right, you have teeth that scrape you now and then
or the mouth is too large and your cock is kind of lost inside of it. Oh,
there's pleasure in being sucked by any man's mouth and some of these guys
I've just slammed were damned talented in bed, but this one...this one felt
right. More than right. Maybe it's genetic, you have a certain cock so you
have a certain shape of mouth that fits it exactly. Maybe our ancestors
could all auto-fellate themselves and that shaped evolution, too, I don't
know. I was too busy having my brains blown along with my prick at that
moment.
     His mouth and lips fit me perfectly and he managed to take nearly all
my seven inches without choking or pausing on his first slide down. His wet
mouth slicked my prong all the way along and then he was gripping it at the
bottom of his movement and then rising up again, and when he did, pleasure
rippled along as my cockskin was pulled up and over the flare of my glans
as he rose. His lips arrived at the flare, and that was even more intense
and then he was above it, then down below it again and my cockskin was
being slid down my shaft instead, and again, joy skipped all the way down
along with it on its journey. And at the bottom, the magnificent spectacle
of delight started all over again.
     Each cycle was exquisitely joyous torment to me and I moaned, my
fingers fumbled and I wondered if I'd ever survive the rest of this sexual
encounter. One of us was superfluous, maybe this was how the universe would
repair itself, by sending one of us into oblivion through the "little
death" of superlative climax.
     But I rallied, determined to fight for my right to be the twin who
survived in this womb of my bedroom, and I fought his cock free of its
confinement, the hard stiff pud fighting me every step of the way, the
cotton refusing to relinquish it without struggling to the last fiber of
its existence, but I conquered it and brought that beautifully
familiar-looking prong out into the light and steered its flight into my
mouth and I clutched onto it and found my mouth, too, felt it was just the
right fit.
     Other moaned as I had as I drove that dong all the way down far as I
could and then I held on and pulled away from it, hard to do with Other
above me like he was, but I managed and sent him into the same torture
chamber of mouth-love as he had banished me, and he nearly let go of me and
then he revived as I had and began to suck me again.
     I fought us into a more side-by-side position, with our lower bodies
down on the bed but the upper halves lifted up and around so that we were
entwined around each other and this let both of us actively suck on the
other. Moans of joy slid out of us as each stroke up and down was wrought,
and I knew that I was close to my own climax and was in no doubt that he'd
be right with me if I did.
     But he pulled away, gasping hard, saying, "Let's stop. I want to fuck
you."
     I had nothing against the idea but thought and said, "Okay, but do I
get to fuck you, too?"
     "Sure." he panted hard. "Let's make it, the one who works that day
gets to fuck the one who stays home. Payment for the work."
     "Sounds fair." I said. Sounded like I was going to play bottom only
tonight, but being fucked is a pleasure when done right and I figured if I
could suck myself the right way, I'd be able to fuck myself just as
perfectly.
     And Other fished the lube of my bedside table (hey, no surprise him
knowing it was there, where else would you keep the love-lube but there,
huh?) and his hand squirted a glob onto his palm and then he was slicking
up his dong. "You want a condom on this?" he offered.
     "Why?" I asked, genuinely bewildered.
     "I mean, if there is a difference between us, maybe one of us is HIV
positive and the other one isn't."
     "Oh." I considered this blasphemy. "No, I say if we're identical we're
identical. I figure on the President Arnold angle here. I mean, if you were
really different from me, Shirley and Deborah would have ripped you apart
before lunch."
     He knew what I meant. "You're right. Okay, we're laser-scan copies of
each other, and I can fuck you bareback."
     "Then get to riding it, cowboy." I offered, rolling onto my stomach.
     He shoved a pillow under my crotch to jack up my ass, my own standard
technique for fucking a guy. Then I felt that perfect pud kiss my butthole
and I worked my ass to suck it inside me as he pushed.
     It slid in smooth as butter and then some. I was totally able to take
myself in the ass, and it felt great, totally right, more than right. Like
this was where it was supposed to be.
     I started fucking myself (I swore I wouldn't mix my pronouns, but it
felt like that) and I knew why my lovers were so damned eager to take my
cock up their butts. I had just figured I had a knack for picking the more
submissive types of guys, but now I was my own bottom, I knew that I had a
damned talented fucking style. Nice to know that, you know?
     I didn't feel violated or forced, I felt like my body was moving in
smooth harmony with his. Like we were one person again, like I was the one
fucking as well as the one being fucked. Each time Other's prod rammed into
me, it was sheer ecstasy and each time he pulled back out again, it was
heavenly, and that was what it was with every motion of Other's hips as he
fucked me. His hands curved under my prone body and cupped my breasts, one
in each warm palm and I felt the smooth skin of his hand caressing my
nipples as he hunched at me, and his breath was a hot furnace blowing at
the back of my neck, Ah-hah! Ah-hah! Ah-hah! Ah-hah! Ah-hah!
     "Oh, God, yeah, fuck me, Nathan, fuck me!" I moaned. "So damned good,
yeah, fuck yeah!"
     "Yeah, Nathan, you have a hot fucking ass." Other chimed in. "I love
you, Nathan, you're the best."
     "You too, Nathan."
     "So fucking hot, Nathan!"
     "Fuck me, Nathan, fuck me harder!"
     "Oh, yeah, Nathan, yeah!"
     "Fuck me, Nathan!"
     "Yeah, yeah!"
      Oh, God!" I gasped as my body suddenly lit up with blue electrical
fire within. "I'm coming, Nathan, I'm coming!"
     "Oh, shit, Nathan, yeah, uh, huh, huh, uh!"
     "I'm coming, Nathan, I'm coming! Ah-ah-ah-ah-hah!"
     "Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"
     "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
     "Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh..."
     "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..."
     "...AH-GAH-HUH-HUNNNHHH!"
     "AH-HUH-HUNH-GUH-HUNNNNHHH!"
     "AH-HAH! AH-HAH! AH-HAH!"
     "HUH! HUH! HUH! HUH!"
     We were climaxing together, at exactly the same moment. I'd never felt
closer to myself than I did at that instant, like I remembered everything
he had done that day, getting up, going to work, finishing the Peterson
project (I had started it last Friday and only had a few more hours of work
on it at the office Monday to complete it) and starting the Michael-Edwards
job. All of it, sitting right alongside my own memories of the shocking
morning I'd had when I'd been running late, only to find another me had
been living my life in my place all along.
     We finished climaxing and I sagged down, exhausted and Other was on
top of me, breathing hard. It was dark, very dark. "Sun's gone down." I
said, one of those irrelevant sentences you say when you're drained by sex
and the silence begs you to break it somehow.
     "Yeah." Other said. "Guess we were fucking longer than I thought."
     "Maybe." I said. I'd lost track of what time it was. New time or
old. "Wish they'd just fucking leave the clocks alone. No wonder we got all
mixed up like we did."
     "I know, I know." commiserated Other. "But we got to do it if we want
to get to work on time."
     "Maybe not." I said. "I could just live my life an hour earlier than I
used to without changing the clocks. Nothing wrong with that."
     "No." Other agreed. "You know, you'd better change your alarm clock or
you'll be late to work tomorrow."
     "Yeah." I sighed and tried to scoot over to do that. But Other was
still firmly plugged inside me. "Oof. Can you let me up now?"
     A brief tugging feeling at my ass. "I think I'm stuck." The fucking
liar, his cock was firming up again and I felt it filling my ass once more.
     "Well, slide with me so I can reach the clock." Other did and I fixed
the alarm clock so it now read eight-ten instead of seven-ten. We'd been at
this for quite some time, I guess. Funny how you lose time when making
love.
     And Other began to fuck me again and I felt it sliding in and out of
me warmly, slowly. My brain fuzzed up and I found myself falling asleep
even without meaning to, right in mid-fuck.
     I woke up to the snarl of the alarm. Shit! I'd slept eleven hours!
Fucking time change messes me up bad. I shut off the alarm and realized I
was alone in the bed. Damn! Well, maybe he'd woke up early and decided to
fix me breakfast.
     Other wasn't in the kitchen. Or anywhere else I could find. He'd gone
like he'd come, like a mystery.
     Did he vanish in the night in a puff of smoke? Was he a figment of my
imagination? Did I visit, or was I visited by someone from, another
universe, just like ours only a tiny, tiny bit different, and so close that
a mixed up alarm clock could break the barrier between?
     I still don't know. I mean, all I have are the memories of a mixed-up
day. I asked Dave and he remembered me coming in twice that day, all
right. And Craig remembered me leaving for work twice. So the slip in time
I'd experienced really happened. I think.
     One thing's for sure. Next year when they again make us turn the
clocks forward an hour and steal that hour away from us while pretending
they're saving us something...I'm leaving my clocks where they are. Maybe
adjusting my alarm clock was what sent Other slipping back to his own
universe to begin with!

				  THE END
		   Comments, complaints or suggestions?
		  E-mail the Author at Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM