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Internal Division (Pts 9&10)
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_Internal Division_
By Mitchell Knight
Part 9
Jack explained the abilities he could expect to tap into now:
limited control of another person's body, and, with some effort,
mindreading. Jack promised him a training session during the
trip they would be making on Monday. Until then Mitchell could
experiment if he wished as long as it wasn't too blatant.
After class on Friday, Tim pulled Mitchell aside.
"I was wondering whether you were busy tomorrow night?" he asked.
"No, I don't have any plans," Mitchell answered.
"Then why don't you come over to my place? A friend of mine is
in town this weekend, and I've persuaded her to give a little
informal reading at my apartment. I think you'd like her stuff.
It has a similar surreal feel to it that I see in some of your
work."
Mitchell nodded. "Sure, that sounds like it would be
interesting."
"Good," Tim said, flashing a wide smile. He tore out a sheet of
paper and scribbled down his address. "Come at around eight."
"Okay. What should I wear?"
"Just dress casual. This is a real informal group."
After borrowing Alec's car Saturday night, Mitchell met this
informal group of Dr. Blake's friends. They numbered five by
the time Mitchell showed up, and then a woman named Barb showed
up after him, completing the group. Mitchell recognized a
couple members of the English faculty at the college, and then
Tim introduced him to a student he'd had a few years ago,
Terrence, and their reader for that night, Alice Westland.
"Would you like something to drink before she starts?" Tim asked.
He had let his hair down for the event, something Mitchell had
never seen before. The long silky blond hair hung down to his
shoulders, framing his face. Mitchell also noticed he was
wearing a silver earring of the two male symbols entwined.
"Sure," Mitchell answered.
"I have Coke, mineral water, or coffee," Tim offered, leading
him into the kitchen.
"I'll have water," Mitchell answered.
Tim pulled a bottle out of the refrigerator for him.
"I like your earring," Mitchell commented as he handed it over.
"Oh, thank you," Tim answered with a smile. "I got it from a
special friend of mine a few years ago."
Mitchell nodded.
"Would you be willing to read one of your poems for us tonight?"
Tim asked.
"Me? Read?" Mitchell asked, surprised.
"Yes. I think I'm going to try and get everyone to read
something tonight. It's kind of a sharing session with Alice
being the one who gets to read the most."
"I didn't bring any poems with though," Mitchell protested.
"Don't worry," he soothed, grinning. "I have some of your stuff
here with me. If you want to read, just let me know, and I'll
get them for you."
"Okay."
They returned to the other room where the others had gathered.
Mitchell sat down next to Tim on the sofa and listened to the
chatter for a while until Tim interrupted the conversation to
prompt Alice to start reading.
This older woman who looked to be about forty was short and she
wore loose green clothing: pants, a cotton blouse, and a plain
gold necklace. She had short black hair and very severe
features with a small nose and a few wrinkles around her eyes.
She lit a cigarette just before she picked up her book.
"I need to have a smoke to get started," she explained with a
faint smile to indicate her humor.
She breathed in and out the smoke as she danced through her
first poem. Mitchell was enthralled from the first stanza and
let her weave a warm and weird black blanket around his form
with her words. She touched the poet in him, as he was sure she
did for every other poet and artist in the room.
When she finished her selections for the evening, there was some
respectful clapping and one of the women, Mitchell thought her
name was Denise, asked her about one of the poems that dealt
with feminist history.
"Who will read for us next?" Tim asked.
"I will. I've got something here that I've been working on for
the past couple of weeks," Terrence spoke up.
"Go ahead," Tim urged.
This former student got up and took Alice's place at the center
of the dim cozy room with its plump old furniture and the hazy
atmosphere from cigarette smoke. He read his most recent work
and subjected himself to criticism since he still felt it wasn't
quite right.
A couple more brave souls took to the spotlight before Tim
leaned over and whispered in Mitchell's ear to see if he wanted
to read.
"Sure," Mitchell answered.
"Wonderful!" Tim said aloud. "Mitchell has decided to read for
us. Just hold on and we'll go find a piece for him."
Tim got up and motioned for Mitchell to follow him. Inside
Tim's cramped bedroom was an unmade queen size bed with Aztec
prints on the sheets. His room was covered with different art
prints. A few of them were of homosexual subjects like the one
over his bed of two men kissing.
"Ahh, here we go," Tim said, pulling out a piece of paper from
the pile on his desk.
He presented it to Mitchell. Glancing over it, Mitchell saw
that it was one he'd written just a couple of days ago and
handed in. It dealt with his hurt feelings following the
incident with Gregg.
"Would you be willing to read this?" he asked.
Mitchell considered it for a while, and he realized that after
some of the very personal subjects that had been shared already
that night, it would only be fair if he were forthright as well.
Besides, the poem was good, Mitchell liked it, and it dealt with
a subject everyone could relate to.
Reading it before his attentive, intimate audience was an
invigorating experience. He felt quite pleased once he'd
finished and the applause rained down on him.
"Good job," Tim whispered once he sat down.
* * *
"I don't know, I just can't get him out of my mind," Gregg
explained to Tony as they headed back to Gregg's room after
working out Saturday night.
"You should really cheer up. It's been a week now. Get over
him," Tony said.
"I know. I should. It's just that--"
Gregg had opened the door to his room and flicked on the light.
His words stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of Jim and
Eric standing almost completely naked in the middle of his room.
They both only wore white jockstraps over their bulging cocks.
"What are you guys doing here?" Gregg asked with a chuckle.
"We're here to cheer you up," Eric explained.
Blankets and pillows had been thrown on the floor of the room.
Tony smiled and closed the door behind him. Jim walked up to
his friend and kissed him open mouthed on the lips. Gregg
returned the kiss, feeling the beginning of the blond goatee on
Jim's chin and upper lip against his face.
"Wow, this is really great. What are we going to do?" Gregg
asked with a raised eyebrow and a big smile indicating that he
knew full well what was about to happen.
"Come here, and we'll show you," Eric said.
Gregg dropped his towel and moved into the center of the room to
stand on the blankets. Eric drew his friend against him and
kissed him. Jim ran his hands up and down Gregg's back and over
his buttocks.
"Let's get you out of these clothes," Eric suggested, pulling
away.
Jim started pulling up his T-shirt from behind while Eric
squatted to pull down Gregg's shorts and jockstrap. By the
door, Tony had shed his clothes and was now walking over to join
them, completely naked.
Tony got on his knees behind Gregg and pulled apart his buttocks
to get at the clean little pink asshole. His tongue darted out
and forced its way as far into the hole as it would go before he
started swirling it around inside. Gregg let out a satisfied
moan.
"You're getting the full treatment tonight," Eric promised.
He kissed his way down Gregg's neck to his nipples and
alternated between the two licking and biting them. Jim started
kissing Gregg and engaging him in a passionate tongue war.
Then Eric was on his knees in front of Gregg and was taking his
swiftly hardening dick into his mouth. He gently licked the
head and then poked his tongue into the slit. Then in one swift
gulp, he brought all of Gregg's erection into his mouth; it
poked against the back of his throat. Then he slowly drew back,
keeping his lips tightly locked on Gregg's penis.
"Okay, Gregg, it's time to get on all fours," Tony ordered.
Jim pulled away from Gregg and smiled. He slipped out of his
jockstrap to reveal the trail of dark blond hair that ran from
his navel to his crotch where his six inch erection proudly
thrust into the air. Eric moved out of the way and removed his
jockstrap also while Gregg got on his hands and knees.
"Nope, face the bed," Tony ordered.
Gregg moved into that position, and Jim sat down on the bed,
offering his erection for sucking. Gregg gobbled on his penis.
Tony lubed up Gregg's wet hole really good and then slowly
thrust his slick dick into his friend. Eric laid on his back
underneath Gregg and continued to suck on Gregg's erection while
Tony began thrusting in and out.
As Tony's thrusting became more vigorous, Eric felt the
increased pounding Gregg's ass was taking, so he worked harder
on making Gregg come. He was successful. Gregg came, spilling
his salty seed into Eric's mouth. The contractions of Gregg's
ass sent Tony into an orgasm as he pumped his come deep into
Gregg's ass before collapsing against his friend's back.
After his orgasm, Gregg was able to make Jim come. Then they
all collapsed in a heap on the floor, breathing hard from the
exertion. Tony crawled over to Eric while the Jim and Gregg
continued to languidly stroke each other's naked flesh. He
engulfed Eric's erection and quickly brought him to orgasm.
"So, did we cheer you up?" Jim asked.
"Oh yeah," Gregg answered, kissing Jim.
Part 10
Mitchell found that he didn't have any problems getting out of
school for the two day trip Jack was taking him and a few other
students on. His teachers casually nodded when he explained he
would be gone for a couple days on a school sponsored trip with
the Dean. They gave him the homework assignments and told him
to have a good time.
They took a plane Monday morning to Tennessee and then rented a
van to go to the hotel. There were seven students who had been
chosen to accompany Mr. Maroe for this trip. The only one
Mitchell knew was Rich. Every opportunity Rich got on the plane
ride, he made a lurid sexual remark aimed at Mitchell.
At the hotel, Mitchell found he would be sharing a room with a
Black student who was a couple years older than him. As they
unpacked, Mitchell snatched glances of his companion. He was
quite attractive with a firm, trim body. Mitchell entertained
thoughts of him and Mark later on...
A knock at the door distracted Mitchell from his fantasy. It
was Rich, rounding them all up for a trip to a local hospital
for lunch.
"Why are we going to the hospital?" Mitchell asked Mark as they
left the room to join Rich.
"It's a part of Jack's humanitarian efforts," Mark answered.
"What do you mean?"
"You're new, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then I guess Jack hasn't told you about the 'side effect' of
these powers," Mark said.
"No. What's the side effect?"
"Immunity to AIDS," Mark answered.
"Really?" Mitchell asked in disbelief.
Mark nodded.
"Jack sometimes is contacted by people with the disease who have
heard about him, and he'll go see them and cure them," Rich cut
in.
"Doesn't anybody notice?" Mitchell asked.
"Nope. Those he cures just quietly disappear. Besides, doctors
hate to admit that they had nothing to do with a patient's
miraculous cure, so not too much is made of it," Mark answered.
They reached the van and got in. At the hospital they all
waited outside the patient's door while Jack went to work. When
Jack finished they all went to lunch.
That night Jack briefed them on the school board meeting they'd
be attending. A teacher had just come out to a principal in the
school system, who had decided to fire him over it. The teacher
had appealed to the school board. The controversy over this gay
grade school teacher had reached the community, and people were
divided over the issue.
Jack showed them the pictures of the two school board members
who were the leaders of the movement to get rid of the teacher
for good.
"Rich and Loren, you're on Ms. Paula Rice," Jack said, handing
her picture over to them for closer inspection.
"And Carl and Tim will have Mr. Gary Lippman," Jack continued,
handing over the other picture.
"Mark, Joe, and I will be in charge of crowd control.
Understood?"
They all nodded.
"And Mitchell, you'll observe."
Mitchell felt himself getting caught up in the excitement as the
briefing came to a close. He couldn't wait to see what happened
at the meeting that night.
The small school auditorium was nearly packed when they arrived.
They sat down in the back row. A table was set up on stage for
the school board members. They soon took their places and began
discussing issues. Soon they reached the topic Jack was
concerned with.
"Now to the issue of Mr. Hinkle. Is there any discussion on the
resolution to reinstate him?" the Chair asked.
"Yes, I would like to speak to this," Paula Rice spoke up.
"The Chair recognizes Paula Rice."
"Thank you," she said. She then appeared to jerk slightly in
her chair and then blink in confusion before she said. "I
realize in the past I've said some things which would indicate
that I would not be in favor of this resolution, but I'd like to
say that I've changed my mind.
"In the past few days I've done some soul searching, and I've
realized that a man's sexual orientation doesn't determine the
level of their teaching ability, and that's really what this
issue should be about. Therefore, I believe Mr. Hinkle's
termination was unjust, and he should be reinstated."
Looking down the aisle, Mitchell saw Rich and Loren with twin
expressions of pained concentration. Their eyes were glazed
over as they fixed on Paula. Mitchell heard gasps and tiny
cries of surprise from some people in the audience as Paula's
words rained down on them.
The meeting continued and another shocking converted testimony,
this time from Gary Lippman, was heard. Then they opened the
mikes to those in the audience who wished to comment. Many
people came forward in support of the teacher while the
opposition was strangely silent.
Mitchell grinned and felt a surge of adrenalin as he realized
how carefully orchestrated this all was. Jack had done a
magnificent job of applying their powers to help the school
teacher. Mitchell couldn't wait until he could use his powers
to help.
The school board voted unanimously to reinstate.
Afterwards Mitchell went back to Jack's room to receive
instruction. By the time he left Jack's, he felt as if he had a
pretty good grasp of his powers.
Returning to his room, he walked in on Rich, Joe, and Mark on
Mark's bed. Joe was pulling off Mark's underwear, and his large
dark uncircumsized penis was exposed to Mitchell's eyes.
"Oh, excuse me," Mitchell apologized.
"Join us," Rich said, grinning. He grabbed his erection and
waved it in Mitchell's direction.
Mark flashed his cute, boyish smile at Mitchell as Joe put his
mouth around Mark's cock. Mitchell closed the door and went to
the game room where Loren was playing billiards.
The next morning Mitchell woke before Mark and went to take his
shower. As he ran his soapy hands all over his body, he gently
stroked his limp dick. His hands ran over his pubic hair and
then over the soft flesh of his penis. He pulled gently on his
cock while his other hand strayed under his balls to finger his
anus.
After closing his eyes and letting the soft pleasure he was
giving himself flow into his mind, he imagined he was stroking
Mark's uncut dick. He watched it get bigger as his own enlarged
under his fingers.
"Why don't you take the real thing?" Mark enquired, pulling back
the shower curtain.
Mitchell twitched in shock, and snatched his hands back from his
crotch. His penis stuck out from his wet pubic hair, and Mark's
eyes casually stared at it while his cute smile relaxed
Mitchell.
"Don't worry, it's just me," Mark reassured him, noticing
Mitchell's glances behind Mark's body.
Mark slipped out of his jockey shorts and climbed into the
shower with Mitchell, pulling the curtain closed.
"Here it is, now why don't you do to it just what you were
thinking," Mark suggested.
"You read my mind?" Mitchell asked.
Mark grinned and nodded, stretching out his arms to run his
hands down Mitchell's wet chest. Mitchell took Mark's penis in
his hand, testing its weight in his palm. Then he took his
other hand and ran his fingers over the whole skin covering
Mark's penis.
The soft touches from Mitchell's hands caused Mark's penis to
lengthen until the dark red head popped out from its covering.
Mitchell's eyes now traveled over Mark's body, admiring its
black sculpted form. He was like a work of art.
"Thank you," Mark whispered, leaning forward and kissing
Mitchell lightly on the lips. Mitchell returned the kiss.
Then he got down on his knees in front of Mark and took his
seven inch erection in his mouth, slowly sucking him in almost
to the base. Then he pulled back slowly and gently lapped at
the head. He then ran his tongue around inside the skin under
the head.
Mark placed a hand on the top of Mitchell's head and then his
other on Mitchell's shoulder and started to gently push and pull
Mitchell on his erection. Mitchell went with the movement,
increasing the speed of his mouth on Mark's erection as Mark
indicated.
Soon Mark was thrusting quickly into Mitchell's willing mouth.
Mitchell lost himself in the experience, enjoying the feel of
his hard uncircumsized cock in his mouth. It kept pistoning in
and out. Mitchell sensed only the movement and Mark's dick.
The hot water struck his back without notice.
Mark let out a small gasp and then shot his semen straight down
Mitchell's throat. His hands gripped the skin of Mitchell's
shoulder and his hair tightly as he shot again and again.
When he was done, he lifted Mitchell up and pulled him into his
arms for a long kiss. He could taste his own sperm in
Mitchell's mouth. Then he reached around behind Mitchell and
shut off the water.
He pulled open the curtain and grabbed a towel. He dried off
Mitchell and then dried himself off.
"C'mon," Mark urged, tugging on Mitchell's hand and pulling him
into the bedroom.
Mark went to his suitcase and pulled out some lubricant and then
got on the bed. Mitchell joined him, taking the KY from him.
He greased up his erection, and then parted the cheeks of Mark's
ass to dab his hole. Then he placed his cock at the entrance and
slowly pushed forward.
Mark's asshole easily accomodated Mitchell's length and he
shoved backwards against Mitchell's crotch once he was all the
way in. Mitchell watched as his white cock thrust in and out of
Mark's black ass. He sped up. White on black. Black on white.
As he was about to come, he quickly pulled out and stroked
himself to the finish. His white come sprayed all over the
cheeks of Mark's ass. White on black. The image transfixed
Mitchell's poet mind.
Mark rolled over and smiled. He pulled Mitchell down next to
him and kissed him forcefully on the lips.
End Part 10
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