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Internal Division (Pts 5&6)
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_Internal Division_
by Mitchell Knight
Part 5
During his creative writing class on Friday, Blake made them
all get up and read on of their poems. Mitchell listened
closely to Alec as he read one about the delicate balance
between life and death and the mystery of the latter. Mitchell
watched with a certain voyeuristic satisfaction the minute
tremors in Alec's long, thin fingers.
After class Mitchell caught up with Alec to make plans for that
weekend.
"Your poem was just fantastic," Mitchell complimented him.
"Thanks," Alec said, grinning sheepishly.
"Do you want to get together tomorrow night?" he asked.
"Sure."
"I'll give you a call," Mitchell promised.
6:00pm found Mitchell dressing after a long hot shower. He put
on a black and white silk shirt with black pants. Then he
slipped on a plain silver ring and some Drakkar. Adding some
gel to his bangs completed the look before he left to meet Gregg
in his room.
Gregg looked really sexy in tight gray pants, gray shirt, and a
black and green vest. Mitchell smiled and gave him a kiss.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah," Gregg answered. "You smell good."
Gregg sniffed at his neck and kissed him there before they left.
They headed out to Gregg's Porsche and then drove into the city
which was about a half hour drive to the north.
They ate at a Chinese restaurant where Gregg ordered them a
bottle of wine (Mitchell was underage so he savored the special
treat.) Gregg was also not 21, but the waiter didn't bother to
ask for Id, so he got away with it.
Then they headed out to a club for a night of dancing. Mitchell
let himself go, not caring what people thought of him. He was
out with his lover, and he was going to have fun whether people
agreed with his lifestyle or not.
"That was a lot of fun," Mitchell told Gregg as they drove back
to the college, the windows open and the warm night air swirling
into the car.
"I'm glad you had a good time," Gregg said. "I had fun too.
But don't forget, the night's not over."
"Oh, I haven't forgotten," Mitchell answered.
He rested his hand on Gregg's thigh, where it stayed until they
got back to the college. Then they went up to Gregg's room and
locked the door to the rest of the world. What happened inside
was for them, and nobody would be interrupting.
Gregg lit a few candles and spread them around the room. Then
he walked over to Mitchell with a grin on his face.
"You look really sexy in this light," he whispered into
Mitchell's ear.
Then he blew lightly into his ear and ran his tongue around the
edge of it. Then he slowly licked his way to the center,
driving up Mitchell's temperature.
They kissed as they made their way together over to the bed.
Gregg slowly undid the buttons of Mitchell's shirt and then
kissed his way down Mitchell's smooth chest as he pulled the
shirt out of his pants.
Mitchell took off Gregg's vest and shirt and bit lightly on each
of Gregg's nipples. He squeezed Mitchell's shoulders at the
love nips and sighed softly in delight. Mitchell bit Gregg's
bulging erection through his pants and grabbed the two mounds of
Gregg's ass.
Gregg had Mitchell sit down on the bed and then he took off his
shoes and socks. Then he lightly squeezed Mitchell's crotch
before he undid the buttons on his pants and began pulling them
off. Mitchell lifted his hips to allow Gregg to slip off his
pants and undershorts.
Once naked, Gregg ran his hands over Mitchell's naked flesh. He
put his head between Mitchell's legs and ran his tongue over the
soft flesh of his erection, stroking the head and shaft.
Then Gregg stood up and slipped off the rest of his clothes
before he walked nude to the closet. He opened it up and
brought out a bottle of chocolate flavored body oil.
"Lay down on your stomach," he told Mitchell, smiling.
"What's that?" Mitchell asked.
"Massage oil that I can lick off your body," Gregg answered.
Mitchell smiled and obliged. He turned over onto his stomach
and then Gregg joined him. He ran a trail of the oil down the
middle of Mitchell's smooth back and then put down the bottle.
His wide, strong hands spread the oil out farther, covering all
parts of Mitchell's back as he kneaded and stroked the flesh.
Mitchell felt the soreness from the dancing leave his body and
he felt himself slowly drift into a state of absolute
contentment.
Gregg worked his way down Mitchell's back, giving him a full
back massage before he returned to lick off every last bit of
the chocolate flavor. Mitchell smiled as he felt Gregg's tongue
take its first taste. Then he delighted in the feeling of Gregg
licking his entire back.
Then Gregg opened the bottle and spread a healthy dollop on the
cheeks of Mitchell's ass. He spread it in circles slowly over
his hairless cheeks and then placed his hands in the crack of
his ass and slowly pulled it apart. Not sure what Gregg had
planned, but willing to go along, Mitchell spread his legs far
apart.
Gregg dripped more oil down his crack and then his finger rubbed
the oil into his crack and down across his anus. The tip of his
chocolate coated finger slipped into Mitchell's anus and then
was removed. Gregg bent his head to Mitchell's cheeks where he
licked the soft mounds. Then his tongue licked up his crack and
then was digging into his anus.
Using his fingers, Gregg spread open the tight pink hole as far
as he could and then inserted his tongue, tasting and prodding.
Mitchell moved his ass lazily in circles as Gregg continued to
poke and prod.
Again Gregg went to his closet, but this time he put away the
massage oil and returned with some KY jelly. He opened this and
rubbed some into Mitchell's anus. Testing it, Gregg found he
could slide one finger easily into the opening now.
"Get up on all fours," Gregg prompted.
"What are you going to do?" Mitchell asked, moving into position.
"You'll see," Gregg answered.
He smeared some KY onto his erection and then knelt behind
Mitchell, lining up his hardon with Mitchell's pink little
virgin hole. He placed the head of his cock against his anus
and then pushed forward slowly, allowing Mitchell to get used to
him.
"Just relax," Gregg urged him, once his penis couldn't go any
further without effort.
"I don't know about this," Mitchell said.
"If you relax, once I get it all the way in, it'll feel great,"
Gregg said.
Gregg felt his words have effect, as the muscles in his ass
loosened up enough so he could slide in. He rested this way for
a while with his pubic hair flush up against the smooth cheeks
of Mitchell's ass. Then he started thrusting in and out of
Mitchell's tight, hot hole.
"How does this feel?" Gregg asked.
"It hurts a little bit, but..." Gregg's dick hit Mitchell's
prostate. "Ahh...that felt good."
Gregg sped up a little bit and got into a faster rhythm before
he spread some KY onto his hand and then reached around front to
spread it on Mitchell's semi-hard penis. He teased the head a
little bit, and it signaled its appreciation. Gregg stroked
Mitchell's dick as he continued to thrust in and out.
"Oh, Gregg, I'm gonna come," Mitchell groaned a few minutes
later.
The pleasure in his groin and ass was too much. Gregg's answer
to this was to speed up until Mitchell was squirting his load
all over the sheets of the bed. Gregg felt the contractions of
Mitchell's orgasm and he came too, shooting forcefully into his
asshole.
Gregg pulled out of Mitchell's ass and then lay down beside him.
They kissed slowly and stroked each other's bodies in the
aftermath.
"We should get cleaned up," Mitchell suggested.
"You're right."
He got up and pulled Mitchell up with him. They grabbed one of
Gregg's towels and then headed naked to the shower room.
Mitchell giggled at the daring of this, but then they were in
the privacy of the bathroom before anyone had seen them.
They took a long shower together, softly bathing the other in
soap, water, and kisses. Then they dried off and returned to
Gregg's room where they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Part 6
Mitchell brought a few of his poems over to Alec's room
Saturday night. Alec lived in a dorm just a couple buildings
away from where Mitchell's dorm was.
When he arrived, Alec had an Erasure CD playing. His room was
decorated with different posters of various alternative artists
like Depeche Mode, the Cure, Morrissey, and REM. His room was
filled with dark and black objects: black sheets and comforter,
black lamps, dark brown carpet, and a black stereo cabinet. A
faint hint of incense hung in the air.
"What kind of incense is that?" Mitchell asked.
"Sandalwood. Do you like it?" Alec asked.
"Yeah."
He went to his desk and pulled out a stick and placed it in the
incense burner. Once lit, the golden orange tip spun a thin
light gray thread of smoke into the air.
"How's the music for ya?" Alec asked.
"It's good. I like it. Which CD is it?"
"Chorus."
Mitchell went over to the CD stand and glanced over Alec's
collection, mentally approving of many of Alec's choices.
"Would you like something to drink?" Alec asked.
"Sure."
"I made some coffee before you came over. How does that sound?"
"Great," Mitchell answered.
Alec brought out two mugs from his closet and poured the dark
brew for himself and his guest. Mitchell took it and sat down
in the chair while Alec sat on the bed.
"Do you mind if I turn off this light?" he asked, pointing to
the overhead one.
"No, go ahead," Mitchell answered.
"I like to read poetry in dim settings," he said as he got up to
turn it off.
A lamp on the desk and one at Mitchell's side shed the only
light.
"I should probably change the music too."
Alec turned off Erasure and put in a Ray Lynch CD. Then he sat
down, and they started to read their poems to each other and
critique them.
As the time passed, more coffee was imbibed, and they moved into
talking about poetry in general. Alec brought out a poetry book
and read some poems by Alan Ginsberg and Gary Snyder. Then they
talked about the class before Alec had to take a bathroom break.
"It's all that coffee," he explained before he left.
Mitchell picked up the notebook of Alec's poems that he'd been
reading from earlier and paged through this while he waited. A
title caught his eye, and he paused to read this one.
A Rant For Love
Damn them for these bars!
Bars of steel
Bars of ignorance
Bars of fear
Bars of hatred.
Within this cage I prowl.
I watch my dark love.
He is all I desire.
Yet within society's prison,
I hide my lust.
I am an angry, caged thing.
Watch out world,
I will bare my claws:
These words I possess.
And I will shred these bars!
Then he will be mine.
Mitchell nodded to himself, seeing the struggle he'd gone
through in high school reflected expertly in the poem. Suddenly
Mitchell realized Alec had returned. He stood in the doorway
watching.
"I like this one a lot," Mitchell said, holding it up.
Alec entered and took the notebook to look at the poem. He sat
down on the bed.
"Who's the guy in the poem?" Mitchell asked.
"No one, really...well, kind of this guy I liked last year, but
the man in this poem is really symbolic of all I have liked and
those I will like."
"I can really relate to that poem."
Alec nodded.
Mitchell realized that he was really lucky to have found someone
like Gregg at a time when he could safely be in a relationship.
Their conversation drifted into politics then using the poem as
a jumping off point. They talked on a variety of topics which
they found themselves agreeing on. They talked until fairly
late when Mitchell decided he had better leave. They said
good-bye, and Mitchell returned to his dorm.
Back in his own room, he dropped off his poems and then crept to
Gregg's room. He planned on slipping quietly into bed with
Gregg. Testing the doorknob, he found it unlocked. With an
eager smile, he slowly opened the door.
In the light from the candles burning inside, Mitchell could see
Eric pounding his cock into Gregg's ass. Gregg was on all fours
facing the door, so he saw Mitchell's shocked expression and
heard the forceful gasp of surprise.
"Mitch--?"
Eric stopped thrusting and Gregg started to get to his feet.
"How--" Mitchell started, but then he choked back the rest.
He slammed the door closed and ran back to his room, squinting
back tears at the betrayal he felt. Once at his room, he
realized he didn't want to be alone now, so he ran to the stairs
and over to Alec's room.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Alec asked after he opened the
door.
He noticed his friend's hurt expression and teary eyes.
Mitchell looked at Alec, who now only wore a pair of black boxer
shorts; he had obviously just been getting ready for bed.
Mitchell wasn't sure what to say now that he had arrived.
Glancing over Alec's thin, lean body, Mitchell appraised those
thin, long fingers that reminded him of an artist's delicate
hands. Alec had a dusting of brown hair across his pectorals
without any on his stomach. Mitchell looked into Alec's brown
eyes and felt resolve steady his emotions.
Revenge.
Mitchell reached out with his right hand and lightly stroked the
soft curls on top of Alec's head. Then he brought his hand down
Alec's long, thin neck to brush across his lightly furred chest.
Alec just stood there, not sure how he should respond to this
sudden change in mood, but enjoying the feel of Mitchell's
fingers against his flesh.
Alec stepped back to allow Mitchell into the room, and he
followed eagerly. His hand brushed close the door, and then his
lips were eagerly exploring the soft flesh of Alec's mouth.
They kissed softly and tentatively until Mitchell pressed
forward with more fervor and grabbed Alec's ass through the
cloth, pulling his body against Mitchell.
Pulling back, Mitchell slowly pulled off his clothes. Alec sat
down on the edge of the bed and watched. Mitchell stripped off
his shirt and threw it on the floor. Then he took off his shoes
and socks and slid off his pants. He pulled down his red jockey
shorts and his penis began to stiffen in the warm scented air of
Alec's dim room.
Alec reached out tentatively and touched the head of Mitchell's
dick. This move gave him courage and he slid his hand down the
length of his quickly hardening length. He cupped Mitchell's
hairy balls and tested their weight in his soft hands.
Mitchell knelt before Alec and put his hands on the waistband of
Alec's boxers. He pulled on them gently, and Alec lifted his
hips to allow Mitchell to slide them down his long hairy legs
and off his feet. Then Mitchell ran his hands back up these
furred legs to his hairy crotch where he sported a 6" hardon.
Mitchell stroked its length and then the heavy balls in their
furry sac.
Alec pulled on Mitchell's shoulders, urging him to climb into
bed. He followed Alec's tugging, and they laid on top of one
another, their naked flesh pressing warm and stimulating against
the other. They gently kissed and caressed each other's flesh,
tenderly exploring.
Soon Alec's roving hands found their way back to Mitchell's
crotch. Mitchell lifted himself up off of Alec and over to the
side a little ways to allow Alec to slowly stroke his stiff rod.
Mitchell watched Alec's long thin fingers grasp his erection and
gently slide the skin up and down its length, easily bringing
warm pleasure to Mitchell's belly and penis.
Mitchell reached between Alec's legs and began to return the
favor. His hand formed a fist around Alec's cock, and he
matched Alec's speed. He paused occasionally to finger the
hairy ball sac and to lightly stroke the skin between Alec's
balls and anus, but he always returned to Alec's penis to
continue.
As Alec picked up speed, Mitchell felt the familiar pleasurable
feelings grow and deepen and become more urgent. His hips began
to rock with the rhythm, willing to go wherever Alec wanted to
take him. His hand on Alec's penis sped up also; subconsciously
he kept the pace.
"Uh...Alec..." Mitchell breathed. "We better...ahh...stop."
"Why?" he whispered, his own hips pumping up and down in time
with Mitchell's enthusiastic stroking.
"I'm...gonna...ohh...come," Mitchell answered.
"Do it," Alec urged, working faster.
"But...it'll make a mess."
"Do it," he repeated.
Lost in the moment, Mitchell went with Alec's suggestion. With
a few more pumps from Alec's warm hand, Mitchell let loose his
sticky white torrent of sperm. It shot in about five or six
arcs across Alec's hairy chest and bare abdomen. One landed in
Alec's pubic hair.
During his orgasm, Mitchell had slowed down considerably on
Alec's penis, but once he recovered, he returned to his former
rhythm. Alec came soon afterwards, thrusting his hips forward
and spraying his semen across himself and the bed. He lay back
on the bed, exhausted, with a satisfied grin on his face.
Mitchell kissed him as he lay smiling.
"We better clean up," Mitchell suggested.
Alec nodded.
"Do you have some tissues?"
"Sure, they're on my desk," Alec answered.
Mitchell got up and pulled some from the box and returned. He
handed a few to Alec and then helped clean him up.
"Do you mind if I spend the night?" Mitchell asked.
"No."
"Good. I don't feel like sleeping alone tonight."
"What happened anyway? You looked so upset when you got here."
"I walked in on my boyfriend fucking another guy. Actually, he
was being fucked, but..."
"Oh," Alec said.
Mitchell nodded. Alec pulled Mitchell down next to him, and
they lay together in silence until they both drifted off.
End Part 6
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