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Internal Division (Pts 11&12)
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_Internal Division_
By Mitchell Knight
Part 11
After class, Alec headed back to Mitchell's room. Mitchell had
decided to share his erotic writings with him to see what he
thought. Mitchell watched his friend eagerly flip through the
pages of his notebook. His eyes devoured the pages, and his
penis grew to an obvious bulge in his pants.
"This is great!" Alec said, looking up after finishing this
first story.
"Really?" Mitchell asked, smiling. "I couldn't tell." He looked
pointedly at Alec's crotch.
Alec smiled and blushed slightly. "No, I'm serious. You should
really do something with this - I know, you should post it to
the internet."
"What's that?" Mitchell asked.
"It's our school's computer system, sort of. You can get on it
that way. Once you have access, there's these different groups
that people post messages and information too and then everyone
who knows how to get on it can read them and respond. There's a
couple of groups that I think you could post these stories too."
"And then people can comment?" Mitchell asked.
"Yeah," Alec answered.
Mitchell cocked his head to one side as he thought about it.
"It sounds like it could be fun. I think I'll give it a try."
"Great! I'll help you get an account."
Then Alec closed up the notebook and tried to hand it back to
Mitchell.
"No, go ahead and keep it. You can read them all if you want,"
Mitchell offered.
"I will," Alec said, putting the notebook in his backpack. "So
you still aren't going to tell me what happened on that trip to
Tennessee?"
"Nope, sorry. Top secret. Don't worry though, you'll find out
soon enough."
"So it's going to be a surprise then?"
"Right."
"Okay."
"When can I get this account?" Mitchell asked.
"Right now, I suppose," Alec said.
"Then let's go."
They left Mitchell's room and went over to the computer offices
to fill out the necessary paperwork to start Mitchell on his way
to becoming a net writer.
Saturday night, Mitchell went over to Tim's house again. There
was a small gathering of students from his class. They had
decided to get together to plan a poetry reading to be put on
for the college later on in the semester. A few people had
brought some videos to watch later on. Alec had wanted to come,
but he had already made plans to go home for the weekend.
They set a date and then assigned jobs to everyone in order to
prepare. Then they talked about writing for a while until
someone popped in a video and they sat back to watch. Tim
brought out some snack foods.
After the second movie, the gathering broke up. Mitchell
offered to stay and help clean up; Tim gratefully accepted.
"Give it to me straight now," Tim said. "How do you think the
class is going?"
"I think it's great," Mitchell answered. "I really like writing
poetry, and I think your suggestions have been really helpful."
"Good. You show a lot of promise as a poet."
"Thanks."
"So you don't have any suggestions for improvement?"
"No, I think you're running it just fine."
"That's great. I'm glad you're learning from it."
"I'm looking forward to writing prose and short stories too."
"Yeah, we'll be getting into that in a few weeks," Tim confirmed.
"You've been published, haven't you?' Mitchell asked.
"Yes. I've had a few short stories published and also a book of
poetry."
"Where would I find the stories?" Mitchell asked. "I tried to
find them in our library, but I couldn't find any."
Tim smiled and nodded. "Yes, it's hard to find. Especially my
earlier stuff. Remind me before you leave to give you some
copies of a few of my stories."
"Thanks. I will."
"Are you in a hurry to get back?" Tim asked.
"No," Mitchell answered.
"Then there's something I'd like to show you."
He headed towards the back of his apartment where his bedroom
was. Mitchell put down the bag of chips he'd been holding and
followed. Tim pulled out a couple of books from his bookshelf
in his room. They were both larger than regular hardcover
novels.
"You mentioned that you liked Robert Mapplethorpe's work one day
in class," Tim explained. "I thought you might like to take a
look at these books as well. This one is by George Platt Lynes
and this one is by Tom Bianchi."
He handed them both over to Mitchell. He took them and sat down
on the edge of the bed, laying the one by Tom Bianchi at his
side and opened up the other book. Tim sat down next to him.
"Lynes is a photographer from an earlier era. I suppose his
work might have been considered fairly controversial for his
time," Tim said as Mitchell paged through the book full of male
nudes done in black and white.
Finishing that book, Mitchell opened the other. Inside were
many depictions of male nudes in groups in friendship
situations. These were also black and white.
"These are great!" Mitchell enthused.
"Yes. I like his work because he portrays men in very natural
and comfortable settings. There's a freedom to his
photography," Tim agreed. "He's also a more contemporary
photographer."
"It really breaks down the stereotype of male nudes wrestling.
I've seen a lot of pictures like that," Mitchell said, turning
to look at Tim.
Tim nodded. Mitchell's eyes caught on something briefly
revealed but then suppressed in Tim's blue eyes. Mitchell
focused his mind like Jack taught him and filled his mind's
focus with the reality of Dr. Blake. Suddenly his mind opened
and received clear impressions from his teacher.
what is he thinking?....did he see...why is he still
staring...does he...
Mitchell read beneath the surface thoughts and retrieved the
tail of the feelings expressed and then hidden. Warm tenderness
and identification tinged with lust swarmed up around Mitchell's
mind. He leaned forward slowly and pressed his lips lightly
against Tim's.
He responded urgently, opening his mouth to Mitchell's warm lips
and enveloping Mitchell with his passion. Mitchell opened up to
Tim and exchanged Tim's passion with his own. He felt his penis
begin to respond, silently filling with the lust they shared.
"No," Tim whispered roughly, pulling away.
Mitchell jerked back, taken by surprise at the abrupt
elimination of the intense physical contact.
"What?" Mitchell asked.
"We can't do this. I'm your teacher. This just isn't right,"
Tim explained.
Mitchell nodded, and closed the book. He laid it down on the
bed and got up.
"I better go," he said.
Mitchell started out of the room.
"I'm sorry, Mitchell. I never should have let that happen," Tim
apologized, following him out.
"It's okay. I understand. I'm only sorry it didn't go
farther," Mitchell answered.
He opened the door and left without another word to or from Tim.
He walked slowly out to the car and climbed in. His crotch
still pulsated lightly with the feelings evoked for that brief
moment. He drove to campus with this unwavering sensation and
the confused blurring of feelings of hurt and lust and
tenderness.
Mitchell entered the dorm and ran into Jim walking back to his
room from the bathroom wearing only boxer shorts. His blond
hair and tall lean frame reminded Mitchell immediately of Tim.
"Hey, Jim," Mitchell called, smiling at his friend's bleary
rumpled look.
"Hi, Mitch," he answered.
Not even sure whether Jim was gay or interested , Mitchell
brazenly placed his hand on Jim's crotch through the thin cloth
of the boxers.
"Did you have any plans?" Mitchell asked.
Jim smiled. "I was just going to go back to sleep, but
something tells me you have something more fun in mind."
They walked back to his room and once in the door, Mitchell
yanked down Jim's shorts and then ran his hand over the smooth
cheeks of his firm ass. Then he turned him around and stroked
the hair of his new dark blond goatee. He ran his hand down his
hairless chest and belly until his hand encircled Jim's penis.
"Are you going to take off those clothes, or what?" Jim asked.
Mitchell smiled. "Do you want me to?"
Jim nodded.
Mitchell backed away from Jim with a seductive little grin and
slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed it over at Jim once he'd
taken it off. Jim threw it on the floor at his feet to join the
boxers. Then Mitchell took off his shoes and socks before
unbuttoning his pants. He glanced up at Jim and grinned as he
slowly unzipped them and then pushed them down to fall to his
ankles.
He kicked them off and then turned around, presenting his ass to
Jim.
"Are you sure you can handle this?" Mitchell asked.
"I'm sure," Jim answered.
Mitchell slowly pulled down his underwear, bending over as he
did so. Jim could see the puckered pink little hole in the
center of Mitchell's ass. He reached forward just as Mitchell
got his jockeys to his ankles and kissed Mitchell's hole.
He pulled off the shorts and then turned around to allow Jim a
full view of his semi hard penis. Jim reached out and gripped
his dick firmly in his hand. Mitchell walked forward and bit
Jim's left nipple quickly. Then he led Jim by the hand on his
dick, over to the bed. Mitchell laid down on it with Jim on top
of him.
Jim spread Mitchell's legs and brought his mouth down on
Mitchell's penis. He licked the head and then sucked the semi
hard cock into his mouth. He squeezed and lightly tugged on his
dick with his mouth until it had grown into a full erection.
Mitchell moaned softly and ground his crotch into Jim's face.
Then Jim held Mitchell's erection out of the way as he licked
the skin where his penis met his balls and then the hairy sac
itself. His tongue then probed at the skin behind his balls.
Mitchell started to rotate in bed when Jim returned to sucking
on his cock. He moved so his head was between Jim's legs. He
took Jim's hard dick in his mouth and started to suck on it with
gusto. Mitchell wanted to make Jim come before he did.
Try as he might, Mitchell couldn't do it. He had been so fired
up that it didn't take much effort from Jim to get Mitchell to
come. He removed his mouth from Jim's erection as he felt his
orgasm hit. Then he came, spurting the semen he'd thought would
end up with Tim, into his friend's mouth.
Then he immediately returned to Jim's erection and made him come
soon after.
"How was I?" Mitchell joked, getting out of bed afterwards.
"Pretty good," Jim answered, smiling.
Mitchell nodded as he picked up his underwear. "You weren't so
bad yourself."
Once dressed, Mitchell turned to Jim and said, "I'll let you
sleep now."
"Thanks," Jim answered, chuckling lightly.
Part 12
Alec received his special invitation from Jack the day before
Mitchell left again to attend a city council meeting in
Colorado. This time they went with a much larger group. Alec
tried to get Mitchell to tell him what the invitation meant and
what would happen, but Mitchell stayed with the secrecy code and
remained silent.
"You'll find out soon enough," Mitchell promised.
The group of twelve people boarded the plane early Wednesday
morning and headed for Colorado. Mitchell took a seat as far
away from Rich as possible and wished that Mark had been able to
come along. Unfortunately, because of a test, he hadn't been
able to. Mitchell wouldn't have minded sharing a room with Mark
again.
Mitchell was on an emotional high throughout the whole trip.
Jack promised him a main seat in the upcoming action because he
thought Mitchell was ready for it. They'd already had their
briefing before boarding the plane and Mitchell had learned that
Jack felt he was prepared to handle one of the city council
members on his own. Paul was going to act as backup if
necessary.
Only the confusion and dissatisfaction Mitchell felt about the
situation with Tim marred his happiness and excitement. In
class on Monday, Mitchell had tried to act like nothing had
happened and that nothing was different between he and Tim, but
it had been difficult. A peek into Tim's mind had shown him
that Tim was trying to, but not succeeding either.
The plane ride sitting next to Joe gave him a lot of time to
think about that. Homework had distracted Joe from being a very
conversational seat companion. Mitchell tried to figure out a
way to convince Tim to allow them to try out a relationship. He
realized that Tim was correct in his anxiety about trying a
relationship because, after all, Mitchell was his student. That
might not look very good to those higher up.
They landed before Mitchell had formed any concrete ideas as to
how to deal with his situation. They rented a couple of vans
and headed to the hotel to check in. Mitchell discovered he was
to have Gregg has his roommate.
"I wonder how this happened?" Mitchell asked.
"Just luck of the draw," Gregg answered, opening the door to
their room.
They entered and started to unpack.
"So what have you been up to lately?" Gregg asked.
"Not much. I've been pretty busy," Mitchell answered.
"I thought so. I haven't seen you much around the dorm lately."
"I hang out with Alec a lot. Sometimes Jim and I get together
too."
"I heard you've been over to Dr. Blake's."
"Yeah, so?" Mitchell asked sharply.
"Nothing. I was just talking to Nate the other day, and he
mentioned that your class had planned a poetry reading over at
his place."
Mitchell nodded, relaxing. Nate was in his class and had helped
plan for the event.
"Are you going to come?" Mitchell asked.
"Do you want me to?"
"Sure."
"Okay, then I will."
They finished unpacking. Gregg turned to Mitchell before they
left the room and asked, "Are you okay with this arrangement?"
"Yeah. I'm glad we're roommates."
Gregg smiled.
That night they drove to the meeting at city hall. Again they
took places in the back of the room where they could still see
the raised desks of the members of the council. The reason they
were there was to defeat a measure to keep an AIDS hospice from
opening up in town. It was going to be a tough fight since they
were now in the state that had become so famous recently for
opposing gay rights.
Rhetoric like "AIDS is God's way of punishing fags" had already
made the rounds in the debate. There were only three
sympathizers on the council and none of them felt very strongly
for giving the go ahead on the hospice. As they'd seen in the
case of the teacher in Tennessee, the community was again
polarized on this issue.
The room filled up quickly after they arrived and soon the
meeting was called to order. Mitchell felt his pulse quicken as
the drama began. He found his focus, the man two seats down
from the end, and trained his eyes on him until the time came
when his target decided to speak.
He gathered the power into focus in his belly and then channeled
it outward towards the council member. Invisible lines shot out
and penetrated the man's brain where Mitchell took up residence.
Words carefully chosen by Mitchell found their way out of his
mouth while inside his head, Mitchell could sense the man's
confusion and sense of losing control. Carefully soothing the
man's anxiety, Mitchell continued to use his mouth and voice to
speak in favor of the hospice.
Once he'd finished, Mitchell sat back and reveled in the praise
he felt from his companions. He'd done it! Now he kept a tight
reign on his man while the puppet show continued. Soon they
were able to loosen up the strings as the sympathizers found
their voice in the wave of support for the AIDS hospice.
There was still some opposition on the council; Jack felt it
would be too obvious if they quelled it all in this large
political arena. There were also those from the crowd who spoke
against the idea, but in the end Jack's efforts were rewarded.
Mitchell realized Jack would probably be visiting the AIDS
hospice with some frequency once it opened.
On his way back to the room after a refreshing swim, Mitchell
ran into Rich poking around outside his door.
"What do you want?" Mitchell asked.
"You," Rich answered, grinning. "You're looking quite sexy in
those swim trunks."
"Uh, yeah, thanks," Mitchell answered, rolling his eyes as he
put his key in the lock and opened the door.
"I love it when you're sarcastic," Rich said.
"I'm sure you do," Mitchell agreed.
Rich followed him into the room. "It appears as if we're alone."
Mitchell heard the door close. "Yes it does."
He felt a light tingling at the back of his skull as Rich
attempted to exert control over him. Mitchell whirled around
and stabbed out with his power, slicing through Rich's poor
attempt. Rich winced at the mental punch.
"Give it up. Remember, I'm stronger than you," Mitchell said.
"That's what turns me on so much," Rich responded in stride.
Mitchell sighed. He tossed his towel on the bed. "Are you
ever going to leave me alone?"
"No," Rich answered.
"Fine, then let's get this over with," Mitchell answered.
"What?" Rich asked, his face suddenly innocent in shock.
"Come over here and suck my cock," Mitchell ordered, reaching
out with his mind and tweaking the order slightly.
Rich grinned and walked over to Mitchell, placing his hands on
Mitchell's shoulders and then starting to run them down the
flesh of his chest.
"Don't touch me!" Mitchell ordered, giving him another mental
punch.
Rich recoiled with a grin of pleasure.
"Suck my cock, now!"
Rich dropped to his knees and yanked down the wet trunks. He
buried his face in Mitchell's crotch and licked eagerly at the
shriveled penis and tight balls. Then he drew Mitchell's dick
into his mouth and frantically sucked on it until it grew into a
full erection. His hands circled Mitchell and grasped at his
moist ass.
Mitchell dug his hands into Rich's red hair and tugged at it in
time with Rich's pumping on his erection. He closed his eyes
and leaned back slightly as the only sensations he felt were
those of Rich's mouth on his cock, Rich's hands on his ass, and
his hands entwined in Rich's hair.
"Unh!" Mitchell cried out as Rich's energetic blowjob brought
him to an explosive conclusion.
Hot semen jetted from his erection into Rich's mouth. Rich
eagerly milked his cock for all it was worth until there was no
more. He almost seemed disappointed that Mitchell had finished.
He wouldn't have minded sucking on his dick all night long.
Mitchell slipped out of his trunks and picked up his towel
before heading for the bathroom.
"Aren't you going to do me?" Rich asked.
"No. You can jack off if you want," Mitchell answered off
handed.
He hung up the towel and trunks in the bathroom.
"Are you going to watch?" Rich asked.
"Sure," Mitchell consented nonchalantly.
He left the bathroom and went and laid down on the bed.
"Can I beat off on you?" Rich asked.
"Yuck! That'll be really messy," Mitchell commented and grinned
at Rich's unhappy frown. "If you want to you can, but you'll
have to lick it all off."
Rich smiled. "Okay, I will."
He crawled up on the bed and straddled Mitchell's legs. Then he
pulled his engorged penis out from the zipper in his gray pants.
His meaty fist rapidly began to stroke it. His eyes devoured
the sight of Mitchell's naked body, specifically training on
Mitchell's crotch.
His hand became a blur on his cock until he let out a load moan,
and his body tensed. The first shot of semen whizzed past
Mitchell's ear and hit the headboard. Then Rich aimed, and hot
sticky come sprayed onto Mitchell's chest and belly.
Rich milked the last of the semen from his penis and then bent
to lap at Mitchell's chest. His tongue could taste the salt of
his own semen mixed with the chlorine from the pool. He happily
drank it all up.
"You better clean up that too," Mitchell ordered, pointing to
the headboard where a glob of semen dripped.
Rich's tongue made this disappear also, and then Mitchell got up
off the bed to go shower. With a satisfied look on his face,
Rich left.
End Part 12
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