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Internal Division (Pts 3&4)
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_Internal Division_
by Mitchell Knight
Part 3
The first day of classes began with another exciting trip to
the showers. Mitchell realized that this would probably become
his favorite part of the day. There were more sexy young guys
in the shower on this day, and Mitchell was treated to an eye
full, but his favorite wasn't there. Although he did get the
opportunity to check out Tony which made for quite a shock.
Mitchell hadn't realized that there were people who shaved their
pubic hair. He thought it was kind of bizarre.
Mitchell dressed, ate breakfast, and then headed off to his
first class, a freshman psychology course he was required to
take, and afterwards he spent his hour break in the library.
Even as a child Mitchell had loved to spend time exploring the
library in search of the different realities found between the
covers of the books. It was no wonder Mitchell wanted to be a
writer.
After his hour break, Mitchell headed over to the English
building for his creative writing class. He couldn't wait to
meet Dr. Blake after all the favorable comments made about him.
When Mitchell arrived, there were three other guys in the class.
He took a seat towards the front and cracked open the book he'd
checked out of the library.
Slowly more students straggled in until there were fifteen
people. Then a tall man, about 6'1" with long blond hair (pulled
into a ponytail) and bright blue eyes, stepped into the
classroom and swiftly made his way to the front of the room.
Dropping his satchel on the table, he whirled and faced the
class. A wide, toothy smile covered his young, 30-ish, face.
Mitchell noticed the man wore a small gold hoop in his right ear.
"Creative Writing," he said, favoring each of them individually
with his smile. He clapped his hands together. "I think I was
born to teach this class."
A few of the students chuckled at this.
"But you will all have to judge this as the course goes along.
I am Dr. Tim Blake, and you all are just names on my class list,
but I plan on changing that real soon by getting to match these
names with faces."
He dug into his satchel and drew out the class list. He called
off the names and noted those not in class.
"Now, to get this class started and to get better acquainted
with each other, I think we should do some writing. Let's see,
what would be a good assignment? How about you write about what
you did this summer?" he asked.
They all began to reach for pens and paper.
"No, no, no. I'm just kidding. Please, that's a high school
assignment. We're in college now, and this is a Creative
Writing class. I'm going to give you a much more interesting
assignment. Let's see...it's coming to me now..." He brought
his hands to his head as he thought. The students all waited
with pencils poised, and some smiled at his antics.
"How about this: describe yourself physically and personality
wise as you think I will perceive you as the class goes by. And
then, if you could have any supernatural type power, what would
it be? You have five minutes, so make this as concise as
possible. Any questions? Then begin now," Tim said.
They all wrote until he said "stop."
"Now, I want you to come up here and read what you wrote. I'm
sure the idea of reading in front of an audience scares the hell
out of some of you, but you can overcome that fear. We're all
friends here, so feel free to express yourself. Now, who's
first?"
Mitchell raised his hand; he liked his answer to the power
question, and he couldn't wait to share it.
"Yes, Mitch," Tim said, smiling at him.
Mitchell got up and went to the front of the room. Blake took a
seat in the front row.
"First begin by telling us your name," Dr. Blake said. He
turned around and addressed the class from his seat. "I find
repetition is a great way to remember things."
"My name is Mitchell Knight," he started, once Blake had turned
around. Then his eyes turned down to his paper and he began to
read.
"Five eight, one hundred forty pounds, short brown hair, and
blue eyes. You'll see me as creative (I hope) and interesting.
You might even think my writings are a little weird and maybe
humorous.
"And to answer your question, I'd want a power where I could
make any power I wanted for myself."
Dr. Blake smiled and a couple of the students laughed at this.
Blake nodded at Mitchell in approval.
"Very good answer, Mitchell. Good use of the imagination," he
complimented. "Now, class, do you agree with his physical
description?"
The guys in the class nodded. Some murmured a "yes."
"And I guess your personality is something we'll have to judge
later. Okay, Mitchell, sit down. Who's next?"
Mitchell sat down, satisfied with his presentation. He sat
through two more people before one who intrigued him got up in
front of the class. He was about Mitchell's size, and he was
cute in a scholarly way. He wore brown round tortoise shell
glasses over brown eyes. He had short brown hair that had small
curls and waves to it on top.
"My name is Alec Ralac," he began. Mitchell noticed that Alec's
hands shook slightly as he held the paper before him to read.
Alec had long thin fingers with tiny, almost invisible, brown
hairs growing between the first and second knuckle.
"I am six feet tall with short brown hair and hazel eyes. I
wear glasses, but sometimes I'll wear contacts. You'll think
I'm kind of shy," here Alec paused to titter nervously. "But if
you get to know me, I can be pretty outgoing. I write some
pretty morbid and depressing stuff, but that doesn't necessarily
reflect who I really am. And the power I would like to have is
the power to end bigotry."
Dr. Blake nodded. "Good power. Yes, I think all of us in this
room would like that ability."
The rest of the class was as unpredictable and fun as the
beginning had been. Blake released them with an assignment to
write four poems for the next class period.
"Hey, Alec," Mitchell called out after him as they left the
classroom.
"Yeah?" he asked, turning.
"Do you have another class now?" he asked.
"No."
"Would you like to go to lunch with me?"
"Sure."
They headed off together to the cafeteria. Their lunch extended
into an hour as they spoke on any number of topics that they
found they had in common. They spoke of their passion for
writing, their common major, and their similar pet peeves about
the world like racism, and hate crimes against people because of
their color, religion, or sexual orientation.
Mitchell was really glad to find out that Alec was liberal
minded. Mitchell had never come out to anyone, but he fully
intended to now that he had the freedom that college offered.
It was nice to know that he would know at least one person who
wouldn't care that he was gay.
By the time they parted, Mitchell felt like he'd known Alec for
years. They agreed to get together again later on in the week
to exchange some stuff they'd written. They got each other's
phone numbers and then went to their separate classes.
* * *
Later that night Mitchell was sitting at his desk writing in his
secret notebook. His fantasy again was on Gregg which was who
Mitchell found his mind returning to a lot. This time Mitchell
was getting a long, erotic massage from Gregg that would soon
turn into another hot sex session.
Mitchell got up from his desk after writing for a while to
answer the call of nature. When he returned from the bathroom,
he walked into his room to find Gregg sitting at his desk,
reading the notebook that laid out in the open for him.
"Gregg! You're back from the weight room," Mitchell stated the
obvious while his mind worked at a furious pace to try and think
up an explanation.
"Yeah," Gregg answered, looking up from the notebook. "This is
some really good stuff here. I especially like the stuff in the
shower."
"Uh...Gregg, that's just..." Mitchell fumbled.
"Just what, Mitch? I'm hoping that this is a journal of your
fantasies because I'd like to live out this second one here
where we go back to your room..."
'Huh?' Mitchell thought. 'There's no way Gregg is gay. No way.
No--'
Gregg got up and walked slowly over to Mitchell. He wore only a
pair of plaid boxer shorts with the school name imprinted on
them. His brown hair was still damp from the shower he'd taken
after his workout. He walked up to Mitchell who was still
frozen in place and lightly placed his lips against Mitchell's.
Mitchell melted into the kiss he never thought he'd receive, and
allowed himself to go with the feelings that were now coursing
through his system.
"We better close the door," Gregg said, pulling away.
"Yeah," Mitchell agreed softly.
Gregg moved with athletic grace to the door and closed and
locked it.
"It's a good thing you didn't lock your door just now, or I
wouldn't have had the chance to read that," he said, pointing to
the notebook.
Then he pulled Mitchell's body against him and kissed him full
on the mouth again. His tongue darted out and pried open
Mitchell's willing lips. Mitchell tentatively slid his tongue
into Gregg's mouth and tasted the minty mouthwash Gregg had used
just a few minutes ago.
Gregg pulled Mitchell with him over onto the bed. There he
reached under Mitchell's shirt and started pulling it up over
his head. Mitchell helped, and Gregg tossed the shirt onto the
floor. Then Gregg laid Mitchell down and began to kiss his neck
and work his way down Mitchell's bare chest. He licked his
nipples and swirled around them with his tongue.
Mitchell felt Gregg kiss his navel where a thin trail of brown
hair started and then ran down into his shorts. He felt Gregg
undo the button on his shorts, and then he was slipping them and
Mitchell's white jockey shorts off.
"Wait," Mitchell said, sitting up in his nude condition.
"What?" Gregg asked.
"Shouldn't we have some kind of protection?" he asked. While
his hormones were in overdrive, he still had one portion of his
brain screaming common sense advice at him.
Gregg merely smiled indulgently and said, "Don't worry about it.
We won't need it."
"No? Why not?" Mitchell asked.
"Shh," Gregg said, putting his finger to Mitchell's lips.
"Trust me. You don't have anything to worry about."
He gently lay Mitchell back on the bed and then brought his lips
to the head of Mitchell's erection. His tongue snaked around
the glans once, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the recipient.
"You've never done this before, have you?" Gregg asked.
"No," Mitchell nodded.
"Then you're in for a treat."
Gregg sucked the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue
around it while Mitchell tensed as his sensitive organ was
subjected to such delicious torture. Then Gregg slowly engulfed
Mitchell's erection until he had the whole thing in his mouth.
Mitchell felt the head hit the back of Gregg's throat.
Slowly Gregg went up and down the length of Mitchell's penis.
He brought his hand into play also, stroking up and down the
length of his shaft as his head bobbed up and down. His other
hand gently caressed Mitchell's hairy sac.
It didn't take very long for this to have the desired effect.
Mitchell's whole body tensed as his orgasm hit him harder than
it ever had before. His hands clenched at the sheets and he
thrust his erection deep into Gregg's mouth as the tremendous,
delicious pressure in his groin was expelled.
"Unhhh!" Mitchell called out, semen exploding from the head of
his cock into Gregg's mouth.
Consummate expert that he was, Gregg swallowed every last bit of
this tasty virgin sperm. Then he sat back as Mitchell
recovered. He watched Mitchell's hairless chest heave up and
down with each breath.
When Mitchell was okay, he sat up and kissed Gregg. He could
taste the semen in Gregg's mouth.
"Now it's your turn," Mitchell said.
Gregg laid down on the bed and Mitchell pulled down Gregg's
boxer shorts. Gregg's penis was beginning to grow, and when
Mitchell placed his lips around the head, it sprang to life.
Mitchell admired the size of Gregg's organ. It was a little
thicker than Mitchell's and probably an inch or two longer. He
was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to suck it very
well since it was so large, and he'd never done it before, but
he gave it his best shot.
"Don't hold on to it so tight," Gregg suggested as Mitchell
grasped the shaft with his hand.
Mitchell loosened his hold and then brought his mouth down
around the head. He made a tight seal as Gregg had done and
then he began to go up and down on it, using his hand in
concert. Saliva dripped out of his mouth as he continued to
suck and it slid down onto his hand, but he ignored this and
continued to imitate Gregg in order to gain the desired
reaction. He wanted to go all the way with this experience.
Gregg came after a while, his salty cum spilling into Mitchell's
mouth. He swallowed it all, and then removed his mouth. He
wiped his hand on the comforter.
"How did I do?" Mitchell asked.
"You did okay. There's room for improvement, but I can teach
ya," Gregg assured him with a smile.
"Are you free Friday night?" Mitchell asked, grinning.
"Yeah, why?" Gregg asked.
"I thought we could go out on a date and then later on you could
give me a few lessons," Mitchell suggested with a sly grin.
Gregg chuckled. "That sounds like a really good idea."
Mitchell realized that his mornings probably wouldn't be his
favorite time of the day any more. Night had begun to show some
promise.
Part 4
The next morning, after Mitchell finished his shower, he went
to Gregg's room. Testing the door, he found it open and
entered. Gregg lay asleep in bed, his brown hair tousled and a
peaceful expression on his face.
Mitchell smiled at his lover's relaxed repose. He softly padded
over to the bed and planted a light kiss on Gregg's lips. Then
he ran his finger down Gregg's firm jaw line covered with a
light stubble.
"Morning, hon," Gregg murmured as he woke, smiling at Mitchell.
"Good morning."
"Did you want to join me?" Gregg asked, pulling back the sheets
and showing his naked body to Mitchell's appreciative eyes.
"No, I've got to get to class. Remember, Friday night,"
Mitchell answered.
"Okay," Gregg said. "I'll just stay here all by myself--naked--"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Mitchell said. "I was wondering if we could
talk later."
"Sure. How about after lunch?"
"That sounds good."
Mitchell kissed Gregg good-bye and headed off to class. After
getting through a full morning of classes, he joined Alec for
lunch and then went to Gregg's room to talk to him.
"So what did you want to talk about?" Gregg asked once Mitchell
entered the room and closed the door.
"I wanted to talk about this thing with us and what I should do
about it," Mitchell answered.
"What do you mean?"
"Like I told you last night, I'm new at this. I don't really
know how I should react. Should I keep our relationship a
secret? Are there any people I shouldn't tell? I've never
really dealt with those issues before," Mitchell explained.
"Oh, I understand. You're worried about homophobia."
"Yeah."
"I think you'll find that people on this campus are really
understanding. I don't think you have anything to worry about.
You can tell whoever you like that you're gay, and I doubt
they'll even think twice about it.
"As far as out there in the real world, though, I'd be careful.
Around people you don't know, I would say, don't be too obvious.
There's no telling when you may do something to tip someone like
a skinhead off to the fact that you're gay, and then pow--the
asshole is beating up on you. Just be careful of stuff like
that."
"Do you know a lot of gay people here on campus?" Mitchell
asked, curious about Gregg's belief that people at Marcourt
would be accepting of him.
"There are more than you think," Gregg hinted.
"Really?" Mitchell asked, raising his eyebrows.
"More than you think," Gregg repeated.
"Like who?"
Gregg just shook his head. "I don't think that's for me to say.
You'll find out eventually all on your own. Either they'll tell
you or you'll just be able to tell."
"Is Blake gay?" Mitchell asked.
Gregg smiled.
"I thought so." He nodded to himself, pleased with his intuitive
skills.
"Now what are we going to do about us? Is it okay if I tell
people we're going out on a date Friday night?"
"If you want to. It's not really necessary. You don't need to
stress it or anything. You can just say we're going out.
Whatever you want to do."
"Well, who's paying?"
"It doesn't really matter. We can both pay."
"Would you like a flower?" Mitchell teased.
Gregg laughed. "No, that's okay. Maybe I'll bring you one
though."
"Wow! This is great. I can't believe things are so simple. I
thought it would be really tough coming out, and I thought
people would hate me because of it, but so far everything has
been just awesome!"
"Marcourt is kind of a sheltered environment. You can be
whoever you want here, and not too many people will judge you
for it," Gregg agreed.
"It's too bad the rest of the world can't be that way," Mitchell
said.
"There are people working on that," Gregg assured him.
"Okay, that's all that I was wondering about then," Mitchell
said. He stood up and walked over to Gregg. He kissed him
passionately. "Thanks for making me so happy."
Gregg smiled. "You're welcome."
"I can't wait 'til Friday night."
"Me neither."
That night Tony and Gregg went off to lift weights and Jim
invited Mitchell out for some evening tennis. The day was still
fairly warm, and there was plenty of light for them to play by
as the sun slowly set on the horizon. They had a good work out
on the courts before they headed back to the dorm.
"Hey, Mitch, are you going to study tonight?" Gregg asked him
once he got back.
"Yeah," Mitchell answered.
"Why don't you meet me down in the lounge. Me and a couple
other guys are going to do homework down there," Gregg said.
"Okay, I'll meet you after my shower."
Mitchell went into the empty shower room and stripped off his
shorts and stepped into a stall. As the warm water cascaded
over his tired body he thought about the different people he'd
met since he'd come to school here. Gregg had said there were
probably more gay people than he realized. This made Mitchell
wonder about everyone he'd come into contact with.
His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a couple of guys enter
the room and start up the shower across from him. Mitchell
smiled as he thought about seeing the new anonymous men in the
nude once he finished his shower. He let the shower run long
and hot before he finally stepped out.
Much to his surprise, in the shower across from him stood Rich
and Paul. Rich was on his knees sucking on Paul's erection
while Paul ran his hands through Rich's wet red hair.
"Hey, it's Mitch," Paul announced.
Rich stood up and looked with a great deal of satisfaction at
Mitchell's naked body.
"Lookin' real good there, guy. Want to join us?" Rich asked
with a leering grin.
"No, I don't think so," Mitchell answered. For some reason he
felt very uncomfortable in their presence, almost as if the
whole thing had been staged.
"Aww, c'mon, Mitch. Don't you want me to fuck you up the ass
with this? I promise I'll make it worth your while," Rich
continued.
He squeezed his seven inch erection and continued to leer at
Mitchell.
"No," Mitchell answered, and started to walk towards the
changing room. Suddenly he felt a tingling at the back of his
skull and immediately after this sensation, he lost all control
of his muscles and froze in place.
"I'm not going to take that as an answer," Rich said.
He came up behind Mitchell and ran his hand over Mitchell's
smooth shoulder. Rich then took his erection and rubbed it
slowly against Mitchell's buttocks.
"Oh, yeah, you're gonna love this," Rich told him.
Mitchell felt his body turn, against his will, to face Paul and
Rich. Rich took Mitchell's penis in hand and pulled him forward
into the stream of water from the shower.
"Rich, stop it!" Gregg called from the changing room.
"Fuck!" Paul swore under his breath.
Mitchell felt the invisible strings that had been controlling
him disappear. The tingling at the back of his head stopped,
and he broke away from Rich. Looking at Gregg, he saw his lover
with his eyes locked with Rich's. Invisible daggers flew
between the two of them as Mitchell watched.
"C'mon, Mitch. Get your stuff and let's get out of here," Gregg
told him.
Mitchell grabbed his shorts and towel and got out of there as
fast as he could. He went with Gregg back to his own room where
he dried off and got dressed.
"Gregg, I don't understand it," Mitchell explained. "I couldn't
move. It was like some invisible force was controlling my body.
What happened?"
"Don't worry about it," Gregg said.
"But what if it happens again? How did they do that? Some kind
of hypnosis? I--"
"Mitch, don't worry about it," Gregg said, grabbing Mitchell's
shoulder and looking deeply into his eyes. "It won't happen
again."
At these words, Mitchell decided he was making a big deal out of
nothing. Gregg was probably right. It wouldn't happen again.
It wasn't a big deal. He shouldn't worry about it...
* * *
"Damn, we were that close!" Rich growled, slamming his fist
into the metal wall of the shower. "Who the hell does Gregg
think he is, coming in here and challenging us. Jack's going to
hear about this, that's for sure."
"Rich, calm down. Come here, let me make you forget all about
Mitch," Paul offered.
He reached between Rich's legs and pulled gently on the
now-flaccid member, massaging it between his fingers and slowly
bringing it back to life. Rich responded slowly to this,
grinding his hips lazily in motion to the slow jerking of Paul's
hand.
"Hey guys," Eric called into the showers, entering the changing
room.
"Eric," Paul greeted with a satisfactory tone.
Eric was about an inch taller than Rich, but much thinner, not
quite as bulky. He had short silky black hair and brown eyes.
As he shed his towel, Paul and Rich could see his seven inch
cock topped off with a small patch of black pubic hair.
"Want to join us?" Rich asked.
"Boy would I ever!" Eric answered. "I'm so horny."
"C'mon then," Paul offered.
Eric slipped past them into the stall and slicked down his body
with the warm water.
"We almost had Mitch tonight, but then Gregg spoiled it," Paul
explained.
"Yeah, I think Gregg bagged him last night. He's a little
protective of the kid," Eric said.
Eric's penis became aroused under the falling water and when he
turned around, Rich and Paul's hands eagerly explored his body
and erection. Eric put a hand on each of their boners and slowly
stroked them as he enjoyed the feel of their hands on him.
Then Paul sat down on the floor against the wall and pulled
Eric's body to him. He brushed his hand along Eric's small
black bush which had tiny water bubbles in it, and then he ran
his hand down the length of Eric's penis before he placed his
mouth over the head.
Rich went around to Eric's back and ran his hands between the
valley of Eric's cheeks. He parted the firm mounds and pressed
his finger against the little pink hole. Eric spread his legs
wide and bent over slightly, putting his hands against the wall.
Taking the soap, Rich lathered up his cock and Eric's asshole
and then he started to slowly insert his erection into Eric.
Paul took long, slow pulls on Eric's erection with his mouth as
Rich continued to enter Eric. Once he was completely inside, he
rested there for a while enjoying the warmth against his cock.
His rust pubic hair rested against Eric's white buttocks.
Then, as Rich began to thrust in and out of Eric's ass, Paul
started sucking more urgently on Eric's cock. Paul put his
other hand between his legs and started fondling himself gently.
His other hand held Eric's erection in place.
Eric closed his eyes and bowed his head as the action heated up.
The water was hitting him along his right side as Paul sucked
expertly on his penis and Rich pounded into his ass. The
feeling of both his pleasure points being stimulated was
incredible.
With the double action, Eric had little control over his orgasm.
It came suddenly after a few thrusts into him by Rich. He
pumped his semen into Paul's mouth and felt his entire body
relax completely after he came. Rich felt Eric's orgasm tickle
his penis, and then he felt a greater loosening in Eric's anus
musculature.
Paul sat back and continued to watch Rich fuck Eric in the ass
as he jerked off. Paul could see Rich's face and watched it
tense into the familiar expression which preceded orgasm. With
a few more strokes on his cock, Paul shot his load over his
chest and some onto Eric's leg.
They both cleaned up Paul and then got out and dried off.
End Part 4
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