Message-ID: <21324asstr$942887400@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: poly@writeme.com Subject: {ASSM} {Dastardly Dodo}"Tic Toc"(Mm)<*> Reply-To: poly@writeme.com X-Original-Message-ID: <38330653.15183607@mail.xs4all.nl> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id OAA02058 Date: Wed, 17 Nov 1999 20:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, Vulpine (c) Copyright 1999 Dastardly Dodo ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at poly@writeme.com You can find my stories at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/dastardly_dodo/www/ Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc Tim silently watched the hand move across the face of the clock, ticking away the seconds. He had planned everything carefully. He would leave the house at 9:15 for the bike ride to the railway crossing where he would arrive at 9:40. There he would have to wait for the train for five minutes. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc At 9:15 he looked around the room one last time. It was tidy and the bed was made. He left the house and got on his bike. Without looking back he rode off. Leaving his past and future behind. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc At 9:17 he drove past the place where, two months before, he had gotten his first kiss. There were no tears, he had none left. He started to pedal a bit harder, eager to reach his destination. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc At 9:39 he reached the railway crossing one minute early. He got off his bike and sat down by the track. All that was left was to wait for the train. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc He had met Johan at the stand of his parents on the local fair. They had made a connection immediately and had spent the rest of the day together. It had been a day full of vivid colors, sounds and fragrances. Everything had seemed sharp and clear in a way it had never been before. At the end of the day Johan had given him a chaste kiss on his cheek and said he had enjoyed spending the day with Tim. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc Tim looked at his watch. It was 9:41. 'I wonder how many people know the time of their departure,' he thought. Strange, the things you think of when you are waiting for a train. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc Two weeks later he saw Johan again. This time Johan had invited him home. Nervous and exited Tim had followed him to his house. Johan had given him a glass of wine and they had watched an opera on TV. Every word, every movement and every scene of it was burned into Tim's brain. Not because he liked it. But because Johan was there watching it with him. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc At 9:42 it started to rain. Tim put the hood of his coat over his head and wondered why he bothered. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc "May I kiss you?". Johan had asked after the opera had ended. Nervously Tim had nodded, closing his eyes, waiting for their lips to meet. Nothing could have prepared him for the explosion of pleasure that followed. Time seemed to stop as their lips melted together and their tongues entwined. But time never stops. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc At 9:43 Tim started counting the trees that lined the tracks. One tree a second. 120 trees before the train would arrive. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc Somehow they had managed to get to Johan's bedroom, although Tim could not remember how. The soft gentle touches of Johan's hands send shivers down Tim's spine. His lips, worshipping Tim's body, set fire to parts of him that Tim didn't knew even existed. It all ended in the glorious moment Tim spilled his seed in Johan's mouth for the first time. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc At 9:44 A The distant rumble of thunder grew closer. 60 trees before the train would arrive. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc Two days ago Tim's parents had found out about his relationship. His father had told him he was no longer a child of theirs. His mother had told him he would go to hell. Tim didn't care. He was in love. He put some clothes in a bag and went to Johan's house. When he arrived the police were there and Johan was arrested. Homosexuality was still a crime in Virginia. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc At 9:45 Tim stepped forward to face the oncoming train, which arrived right on time. Tic -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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