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Internal Division (Pts 7&8)
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_Internal Division_
By Mitchell Knight
Part 7
Mitchell woke slowly the next morning, almost grudging himself
a return to the harsh reality he had discovered last night upon
walking in on Gregg unannounced. He felt Alec move in bed next
to him and then felt him get up, so he decided it was time to
open his eyes.
He caught sight of Alec's cute little bare ass just before Alec
covered it with his boxers. Mitchell smiled at this and then
closed his eyes again to replay the scene from last night. He
heard Alec leave the room to go to the bathroom.
When Alec returned, he sat down on the edge of the bed and
looked at Mitchell with a serious expression.
"What's wrong?" Mitchell asked, sitting up.
"I...I just don't really know how I feel about last night," Alec
answered.
"What do you mean?"
"It just doesn't feel right somehow," he said.
"Didn't you like it?" Mitchell asked.
"No! It felt really great, but I don't know if we should have
done that stuff."
"Why?"
"It's just that I don't think our relationship should go there.
I really like you as a friend, and I'm worried about what would
happen if we turned it into something else. I'm not sure I'm
ready for something like that."
Mitchell nodded.
"Do you understand?" Alec asked with a tense look.
"Yeah, I understand. I think you're right."
"You do?"
"Yeah. I was just feeling bad last night after I found out that
Gregg cheated on me, and I just kind of went with the moment. I
think we're better as friends too."
"Good," Alec said, relieved.
Mitchell pulled off the covers and sorted through his clothes to
find his undershorts.
"So what are you going to do about Gregg?" Alec asked.
"I'm not sure yet," Mitchell answered. "I still don't want to
see or talk to him. I think I'll just avoid him today and try
and think about things."
Alec nodded. "If you want to talk later, just give me a call."
"I will," Mitchell answered.
He finished getting dressed and then hugged Alec before he left.
"Thanks for being here for me," Mitchell said.
"No problem."
Mitchell returned to his room and glanced at the blinking red
light on his answering machine. It had to be Gregg. It was.
"Mitch, look, we need to talk. I think there's been some kind of
misunderstanding. Give me a call."
[Beep]
"Mitch, where are you? Call me."
[Beep]
"End of messages."
Mitchell sat down on the bed and argued with himself for a while
about whether he should call Gregg or not. He continued to
argue with himself as he undressed, took a shower, and got
dressed again.
A knock at the door solved his internal discussion.
"Hi, Mitch. Can we talk?" Gregg asked.
Mitchell nodded woodenly and held the door open for him. Gregg
entered and sat down.
"Look, I--"
"You cheated on me," Mitchell interrupted. "How can you have an
explanation for that?"
Mitchell snapped a gaze of pure venom on the man he'd lost his
virginity to. The feelings of rage and hurt welled up inside of
him and focused on their source.
"Mitch, I didn't cheat on you. We didn't have an exclusive
thing. I never promised you a monogamous relationship," Gregg
said.
"You didn't? Then what's with you telling me I didn't need to
worry about any sexually transmitted diseases? What about our
date Friday night? Didn't that mean anything to you?"
"Mitch, you really don't have a thing to worry about, but that's
not because I was only sleeping with you. And as far as our
date, yes, I had a great time, and it does mean something to me.
I'm just not interested in sticking with just one guy at this
point in my life. I still want to be able to date and have sex
with other people."
"Fine. You just do that then, but I'm not going to be one of
them anymore. We may never have said anything about being
exclusive, but I sure felt that it was implied."
Gregg shrugged. "What else can I say. It was just a
misunderstanding."
Mitchell just stood and stared at him; he didn't have anything
more to say.
"I guess I'll go then," Gregg said.
"Okay."
Gregg headed for the door. "Are we still friends at least?"
"I still need to let things settle down," Mitchell answered.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Gregg nodded. He left the room feeling a slight loss. He'd
seen some potential in Mitchell to sway more towards the
romantic side which was a department Gregg felt a huge loss in
right now with his other relationships. He hoped that after
Mitchell calmed down there would still be hope for a return to
their dating and sexual relationship.
* * *
Rich wore a charcoal double breasted suit to dinner that night.
It was a warm end of the summer night, but Mr. Jack Maroe was a
man who liked his officers well dressed even if the night would
include both business and pleasure. As leader of the student
organization, Rich dressed to please what might be considered
one of his boss' little eccentricities.
"Good evening, Richard," Jack said, answering the door.
He was a distinguished elderly gentleman with graying hair and a
thin yet solid build of six feet. He was immaculately dressed
in a dark blue pinstripe suit and a conservative blue tie.
There was an aura of authority and royalty about him giving him
the certainty that although physically he might not be much, he
was not a man to cross.
"Good evening, Mr. Maroe," Rich answered, stepping into the
foyer.
Jack closed the door behind him, and they walked into the dining
room. The table was set with fine china and wine was chilling
in a stand next to the table. Rich stood while Jack took his
seat and then sat down.
"So how are things looking?" Jack asked.
"As good as you had expected," Rich answered.
"Wonderful. Tell me about Mitchell Knight."
A short man with light chocolate skin entered the room and began
to serve them.
"He's just as strong as you sensed. Paul and I tried him the
other night, and it took both of us to take control of his motor
skills," Rich told him.
Jack nodded, a slight grin crossing his face. "Gregg spoiled
your fun though, didn't he?"
"Yes," Rich admitted with a hint of animosity.
"Don't worry. Once he has joined us, you will be free to
'entertain' him as often as you please," Jack said, chuckling.
Rich sipped the wine and then started in on his meal.
"Is he seeing anyone other than Mr. Saxton?" Jack asked.
"Not that I know."
"I'll look into that myself then."
"I prepared a file on some other promising candidates," Rich
said.
"Good. I'll take a look at that later. It's time to start
prioritizing for this year. We have a lot of work to do."
"Speaking of which, when is our next run?" Rich asked.
"Next week. There's a school board meeting upstate that I have
a special interest in. Hopefully by that time Mr. Knight will
have joined, so we can take him along."
Rich slyly grinned at the possibility of having Mitchell that
soon. "When will he be getting his 'special invitation?'"
"It's being sent out tomorrow. I plan to see him on Wednesday."
After this information, their conversation moved on to other
topics including school politics, new building projects, and
their personal lives. Once they finished dinner, they left the
dining room to climb the staircase to Jack's bedroom.
Jack shut the door behind them and then took Rich into his arms
and kissed him softly on the lips.
"Where shall we go tonight?" Jack asked. "It's your choice."
Rich pulled away and paced the room with a pleased little smile.
"How about that little Greek bathhouse?"
"As you wish," Jack answered.
Rich returned to Jack's embrace and looked deeply into his eyes.
Out of the corner of his vision, the room began to shift and
swirl, forms distorting and resolving into another place.
The steam and heat from the bathhouse was seeping into the
changing room which was only a few feet away from the main room
and barely separated. Jack began to undress, meticulously
taking off his clothes and folding them as he laid them on the
bench. Rich was less careful as he quickly stripped himself
bare.
Rich admired Jack's trim form. He had thick dark brown hair on
his chest and belly. A bush of hair topped off his short penis
and underneath his balls were covered with a thick coating of
brown hair. As he turned to head towards the bath, Rich watched
his buttocks clench and relax as he walked. A thin trail of
hair peeked out between the crack of his cheeks.
There were only about a dozen men in the large private
bathhouse. All were muscular dark haired Greek men pleased to
see one of their friends come for a visit. They smiled and
clapped Jack on the back and welcomed Rich in a similar fashion.
Jack and Rich entered the water, allowing its soft warmth to
envelop them. A couple of men approached them and started
rubbing their backs in a relaxing massage. Strong wide hands
released the tension from their muscles.
Rich moved towards Jack in the bath. His handsome, nude,
personal masseur followed right behind, not missing a stroke on
his expert massage. Rich put his hands on Jack's thin hips and
pressed his naked, wet body against Jack's furry one. He
lightly placed a kiss on Jack's lips and ran his hands through
the thick mat of hair on his chest.
The masseurs began planting light kisses on the backs of their
necks as Jack and Rich began to kiss deeper and with more
passion. Then Rich moved down Jack's chest and sought out his
tiny pink nipples hidden within the forest of his hair. He
lightly nibbled on these before he continued to kiss his way
down to the point where the water met his waist.
Rich reached under the water and grasped Jack's little penis.
He pulled gently on it and caressed his balls with his other
hand. Jack began to respond to this and his penis soon inflated
to its full five inches. Rich stroked up and down the length of
it while Jack's masseur began to run his hands into the furrow
of Jack's ass, parting the round globes and digging at the hole
hidden between.
The masseur behind Rich began pouring handfuls of water down
Rich's back and then rubbed his hands on the slippery surface.
He planted a kiss in the middle of Rich's back before he too
began to run his hands over the cheeks of Rich's butt.
Jack reached out and pinched Rich's hard nipples as he started
to thrust his hips into Rich's stroking hand. The masseurs
fingers were poking into Jack's anus now, stretching it wider
for deeper penetration by these long muscular fingers.
Rich's masseur reached around to the front and ran his hands
slowly over Rich's red pubic hair and then over his semi erect
penis. His hands began to stroke and pull on this organ,
working it into its full seven inches. It looked huge compared
to Jack's.
He pushed forward now and pressed his body against Jack's again.
He rubbed his erection across Jack's belly and felt Jack's hard
little erection pressing up against him. Then Jack gently
turned Rich around and bent him over. The masseur stood back
and got out to sit on the side and watch with the other men.
Jack parted Rich's full cheeks and found his hole just waiting
to be plundered. Jack's masseur continued to rub and massage
the flesh of Jack's back and buttocks as Jack slowly entered
Rich. Once his penis was buried, he began to slowly thrust his
erection in and out. He could just see it through the steam and
water as it disappeared between his pale buttocks.
The masseur poked his finger into Jack's ass again, and Jack
sped up. Soon he was sweating from the heat and exertion as he
finally came, spurting his special juice deep into Rich.
They got out then and allowed the olive skinned men to dry them
off. Then they lay on chaise lounge chairs by the side of the
bath as more lazy sex took place under the waters of the bath.
Just as Rich was about to doze off, one of the dark haired
muscular men crept up to him. His hand slid up the length of
Rich's leg and underneath the towel which covered him. Rich
smiled but kept his eyes closed. The man quietly parted the
towel and laid bare Rich's red pubic bush with its fine thick
white flower.
His tongue lightly lapped at the head and then the hairy ball
sac as Rich's penis began to swell. The man licked his way up
and down the shaft a few times before he took the head into his
mouth. His tongue swirled around the head and then he slowly
lowered his head, taking the rest of the shaft as he continued
to swirl with his tongue.
He then drew back to the tip before plunging all the way back
down to the base. Up and down. Up and down. Faster and
faster. Rich clenched the arms of the chaise and his body
tensed slightly as he came, pouring semen into the man's mouth.
Part 8
In his mailbox on Tuesday, Mitchell received a small white
envelope with his name carefully inscribed in calligraphy on the
outside. He opened it on the way back to his room and found
inside a formal invitation to dinner from Jack Maroe. The date
read that Wednesday night at 7pm. The place: the dean's house.
Underneath the fancy script was a few handwritten words in the
familiar writing Mitchell had seen on the letter he had received
over the summer. It merely read "Hope school is going well."
Mitchell dressed semi formally in dress pants and a light cotton
shirt. He thought that way he could ride either extreme:
relaxed and formal, and not look too out of place. He found
when he arrived that he had dressed appropriately. Dean Maroe
was wearing a dark cardigan sweater with dress pants.
"Welcome, Mitchell Knight," he greeted, with a warm genial
smile.
"Hi," Mitchell answered, stepping inside.
"Come, have a seat," he offered, sweeping his arm in the
direction of the study.
Mitchell headed that way, trying to calm his slight anxiety over
being in the presence of the dean of his college. Jack's
friendly manner and superb hosting skills helped. Mitchell sat
down.
"Would you care for something to drink?" he asked, going to the
bar. "Perhaps a soda?"
"That's fine," Mitchell answered.
Jack poured soda into glasses for himself and his guest before
returning to the sofa where Mitchell sat. He took a seat across
from Mitchell in a leather covered armchair.
"How is school going?" he asked.
"Great," Mitchell answered.
"That's good to hear. Tell me what your major is, and what
classes you're taking."
Mitchell went ahead and answered his questions, and they talked
for a while about what Mitchell thought of the college, and
whether he had any suggestions for improvements. Jack also
asked him whether there was anything he could do to help
Mitchell in any way to which Mitchell answered "no."
By that time, Jack's manservant had entered the room to inform
them that dinner was ready. They moved into the dining room
where they were served and started to eat.
"So tell me a little bit about your personal life," Jack said.
"How many members are in your family, that kind of thing."
"I'm an only child. My mom decided that one was enough, and my
dad agreed with her. He was trying to go with the 'exceptional
child' theory," Mitchell said.
"What theory is that?" Jack asked, with a little curious grin.
"I'm afraid I've never heard about that."
"Oh, something my dad heard about. Apparently exceptional
children, or child geniuses are those who are only children or
have siblings at least 5 years apart."
"That's very interesting. I'd never heard that before. You
certainly seem to prove that theory correct though," Jack
complimented.
"Thank you," Mitchell said, blushing slightly.
"And how is your love life?" Jack inquired casually. "Do you
have a boyfriend?"
Mitchell choked on his milk and ended up spitting some of it
back into his glass.
"Are you all right?" Jack asked, leaning over and placing a hand
gently on Mitchell's back.
Mitchell, in the midst of his coughing fit, nodded.
"Yeah, I'm okay," he said, finally.
"I'm sorry. I didn't intend for that question to be so
shocking. You are gay, aren't you?"
Mitchell nodded.
"Good. I was worried I had made a mistake."
"No, no mistake. And no, I don't have a boyfriend."
Jack made a mental note of that. Apparently Rich's information
source was incorrect about the link between Mitchell and Gregg.
"Mitchell, I think that you will find that I have tried to
create an environment here at Marcourt that is especially
inviting and accepting of people with sexual orientations that
don't fit into the majority," Jack explained.
"Yes, I have found that out," Mitchell admitted.
"Good. I work very hard at finding people who will feel at home
here. My goal for this college is to be a place for people to
live, learn, grow, and feel safe in. We don't need the harsh,
judgemental eyes of society peeking in here and destroying an
individual's fragile self esteem," Jack said. He abruptly cut
himself off then, and chuckled lightly. "Forgive me, Mitchell.
Occasionally I find myself stepping up onto my soap box."
"No, that's okay. I totally agree with you. I just wish there
was a way for us to stop so much of the ignorance and hate that
goes on in society as a whole," Mitchell said.
"Oh, there are ways, Mitchell. Trust me, there are ways."
"Like how?"
"We'll talk about that later. For now, let's talk about more
pleasant things and finish our dinner."
The topic turned to Jack and he told Mitchell some things about
his past about how he'd graduated from college with a liberal
arts major and then gone on to marry a woman he didn't love to
hide his sexual orientation. Later on he'd divorced her once
he'd felt confident enough to be true to himself and what he
needed. Then he'd gone on to work in several gay activist
organizations before he moved into the higher education circuit
to eventually end up at Thomas Marcourt as the dean.
After finishing their dinner, they moved down to the billiards
room to play a couple games. Jack won both times since Mitchell
didn't have much practice at the sport. Then Jack left Mitchell
to roam freely in his library while he left to make some phone
calls.
When Jack returned, he found Mitchell seated and flipping
casually through one of the novels.
"What have you got there?" Jack asked.
"Dante," Mitchell answered.
Jack nodded and took a seat next to Mitchell on the couch.
Mitchell became uncomfortably aware of how close Jack was
sitting to him.
"Ahh, yes, that's quite good. You may take it when you leave if
you wish," Jack offered.
"Okay."
Jack reached out with his hand and lightly brushed his hand down
Mitchell's cheek. Mitchell flinched slightly at the touch, but
remained seated. Jack leaned in and gently kissed the flesh his
hand had just caressed. Mitchell shot to his feet.
"Um...I better leave. It's getting late," Mitchell said.
"But we haven't had that talk I promised," Jack protested.
"Maybe some other time," Mitchell said, moving towards the door.
Jack nodded his head slowly and with remorse. "Some other time."
He got up and showed Mitchell to the door.
"You refused him?" Rich exclaimed the next day, cornering
Mitchell as he started to leave the cafeteria at lunch.
"What are you talking about?" Mitchell asked.
"You refused Dean Maroe last night," Rich answered.
"What do you know about that?" Mitchell asked, indignant that
somehow information about his supposed private dinner with Jack
had gotten out, especially to someone like Richard Lord III.
"He offered you everything, and you brushed him off," Rich
whispered forcefully into Mitchell's ear.
Mitchell pulled back and started walking out of the room and
away from Rich and Paul, who was tagging along silently thus
far. Rich followed him out and then grabbed him by the arm and
threw him up against the wall.
"I don't like people who treat Mr. Maroe without respect or
thanks. How could you pass this up?" Rich asked, shoving his
flushed, broad face into Mitchell's space.
Mitchell felt his arms suddenly move on their own, coming up to
slide along Rich's back. Then he regained control and hastily
pulled his arms back. Rich let him go, his face returning to
its normal color.
"Think about it," he said and then walked away with Paul.
Mitchell stood there, breathing heavily before he hurried off to
Gregg's room. He knocked and heard Gregg invite him in.
"Mitch," Gregg said, startled to see him. He hadn't spoken to
Gregg since their fight the other day.
"Hi, Gregg, can I talk to you?"
He nodded and offered Mitchell a seat.
"I just ran into Rich and Paul, and I was wondering if you knew
what was going on," Mitchell said.
"With what?"
"I went and saw the dean last night, and Rich seemed really
upset because I hadn't done what I was supposed to. I'm kind of
curious as to how he found out, and just in general what the
hell is going on."
Gregg nodded deeply. "Did Jack come on to you?"
"Yes."
"But you didn't sleep with him?"
"No. It just felt really weird to have this old guy want me,"
Mitchell answered.
"He wants you for more than sex, Mitch."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't tell you. You're going to have to go see him and ask
him that yourself.
"As far as how Rich knew about what happened, well, he and Jack
Maroe have a close relationship. They tell each other a lot
you'd be surprised about."
"Why won't you tell me anything else?" Mitchell asked, confused.
"I can't. Just go talk to Jack."
"You're in with them, aren't you?"
Gregg nodded.
Mitchell frowned and got up and started to leave.
"Wait, Mitch," Gregg pleaded.
"What?"
"Can we talk about us?"
Mitchell shook his head. "I need to find out what's going on
before I can think about us."
Gregg nodded.
Jack seemed pleased to hear from Mitchell again and eagerly
offered to have him come over for coffee later that night.
Mitchell agreed. When he arrived that night, they went to the
library to drink their coffee among the treasure trove of
novels.
"I think there are some things you need to tell me," Mitchell
said.
Jack nodded. "Perhaps. But before I answer your questions, I
need to know if you plan to join us."
"Join you in what?"
"Securing equal rights and equal treatment for homosexuals,"
Jack answered.
Mitchell raised an eyebrow. "Of course I'll help with that."
"Good. Then are you ready to accept the power that I offer?"
Jack asked.
"What power?" Mitchell asked.
Jack smiled. "You've felt it to a limited extent so far with
the things that Rich and Paul have done to you. That's the kind
of power I can give you as well."
"What is it? Some kind of ESP or something?"
"Something like that."
"What do you guys use it for?"
"Exactly what I told you. It's used to help fight the
injustices against gays."
"How?"
"I think it would be better if you came with us on our next
trip. You can see firsthand what takes place."
"Okay."
"Do you want the power?"
Mitchell considered this. He realized that he would be a fool
to refuse such a generous gift especially when he knew he could
use it to help with a cause he believed in. Although still
confused by its specific application, Mitchell answered:
"Yes."
"Follow me," Jack said.
Mitchell followed him upstairs and into the bedroom.
"What are we doing here?" Mitchell asked.
Jack shut the door and dimmed the lights. He moved over to
where Mitchell stood in the center of the room. He placed a
finger against Mitchell's lips.
"Now is not the time for words. I will give you what you want,
just relax."
Jack's hands moved down to Mitchell's waist where he gently
untucked his shirt. He slowly lifted it up over Mitchell's
smooth stomach and chest. Mitchell lifted his arms to allow
Jack to pull the shirt completely off.
Then Jack unbuttoned Mitchell's pants and unzipped them. He
slowly pushed these down until they fell on their own to
Mitchell's ankles. Jack pushed Mitchell back to sit on the bed
before he removed Mitchell's shoes and socks and then pulled off
his pants. Jack gently kissed each of Mitchell's toes.
Jack stripped off all of his clothes, and as he removed his
undershorts, his penis began to lengthen. Mitchell reached out
and gently stroked the round little shaft. Jack hooked his
fingers in the waistband of Mitchell's undershorts and slid them
off.
Joining Mitchell on the bed, Jack ran his hands up and down the
length of Mitchell's torso as he slowly rained kisses down on
Mitchell's lips. His hand traveled down farther and brushed
over Mitchell's pubic bush before his fingers circled the shaft
of Mitchell's erection.
"A trade," Jack whispered in Mitchell's ear just before his
tongue darted in and licked.
Then he started to kiss his way down Mitchell's smooth flesh
until he knelt between Mitchell's thighs. His hands slowly
stroked the lightly furred thighs while his mouth dove in on
Mitchell's erection. His mouth moved slowly up and down the
length, slicking it up with a good amount of spittle.
His finger ran along the side of his erection as Jack continued
to bob slowly up and down. Then he moved his finger past
Mitchell's scrotum to the hole laying against the sheets. He
slowly inserted this and removed his mouth to murmur:
"Semen for semen."
Then he returned to Mitchell's penis and increased his speed as
his finger slid in and out of his anus. Mitchell pumped his
hips in time with Jack's head and he thrust his ass forward,
impaling himself further on Jack's finger.
Jack slid another finger into Mitchell's ass and sped up even
more. Mitchell moaned softly as his breathing sped up and heart
rate increased. Jack's fingers and mouth went faster, and soon
Mitchell felt himself plunge over the edge. Jack felt the first
contraction of Mitchell's anus as the orgasm erupted, and he
shoved his fingers all the way in as Mitchell pumped his semen
into Jack's mouth.
Once Mitchell lay back, exhausted, against the silk sheets, Jack
got up and went to the bathroom to retrieve his lubricant. He
came back with it and Mitchell realized what came next. Looking
at Jack's stubby penis, Mitchell knew he could easily
accommodate it if he could take Gregg's.
Mitchell started to roll over as Jack approached the bed, but
Jack shook his head.
"No, stay on your back," he ordered.
Jack climbed onto the bed between Mitchell's thighs and squirted
some lubricant onto his fingers. Then he rubbed it along the
length of his shaft before he rubbed some into Mitchell's anus.
Then he lifted Mitchell's legs and lined up his cock with
Mitchell's exposed hole. He slowly pushed forward until he was
firmly embedded.
Then Jack lay down, pressing his naked body down onto
Mitchell's. He looked deeply into Mitchell's eyes as he began
to thrust in and out of Mitchell's anus.
"Do you want it?" Jack asked, still thrusting.
"Yes," Mitchell answered.
Jack placed his mouth over Mitchell's in a deep kiss as he sped
up. He thrust faster and faster into Mitchell as he felt his
orgasm approach. When Jack came, he felt a tremendous release
and great pleasure. Mitchell could tell that Jack had come by
the tensing of his muscles. He didn't feel the first shot of
semen enter his body in any conventional way. Instead he felt a
fire catch hold of his spine and race up his spinal cord to
erupt in his brain.
Spurt after spurt entered him, each one bringing the similar
sensation of fire sweeping up his back and exploding in his
mind. Once he was finished, Jack pulled out and then hugged
Mitchell to him as Mitchell felt something open in his mind.
Just before he passed out, Mitchell sensed new things about Jack
that he had never been able to sense before...
End Part 8
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