A Slip in Time

A SLIP IN TIME

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

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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

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