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Internal Division (Pts 13&14)
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_Internal Division_
By Mitchell Knight
Part 13
Mitchell borrowed Gregg's car once they returned and drove over
to Tim's.
"Mitchell, you're back," Tim commented, surprised to see him.
"Yes," he answered. "Can I talk to you?"
Tim nodded. He gestured for Mitchell to enter.
"Would you like something to drink?" he asked.
"Water," Mitchell answered, sitting down.
Tim disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two glasses
of water.
"How was your trip?" Tim asked.
"It was great," Mitchell answered before he took a sip. "It
gave me some time to think about things."
"Really? That's good. Thinking is good for the mind," Tim
said, smiling.
"I thought about us."
Tim's smile vanished. "Mitchell, stop it."
"Why?" Mitchell asked.
"There is no 'us.' There can't be any 'us.'"
"Why not? Don't you like me anymore?" Mitchell asked.
"Yes. I like you too much. But I can't get involved with a
student."
"Why not? Because you're worried you'll get fired?"
"Yes."
"Nobody has to know," Mitchell stated.
"How could we keep it a secret?"
"I'm good at keeping secrets. I've kept the fact that I'm gay a
secret for years. This would be a breeze."
"But Mitchell, there are just certain rules of conduct that need
to be followed. That's why there is such a taboo about teacher
student romantic relationships."
"I don't care about rules of conduct! What about feelings?
What about this?"
Mitchell slid across the couch and placed his lips against
Tim's. Tim closed his eyes and gave in, returning the kiss.
"Can you ignore that?" Mitchell asked.
"Uh--"
"Do you know how much I admire you?" Mitchell asked, getting up.
"You're so free with who you are. You don't care who knows
you're gay. You wear an earring that shouts it to the world!
You have books and pictures here that'll tell anyone who cares
to look.
"And your writing--you even write about that part of your life.
And the things you do with words! I only hope that one day I'll
become half as good as you are.
"We share a passion for so many things: books, art, poetry,
photography--writing. Look at what's the same about us. What
else is there? I want to find out. Don't stop that before we
even begin."
Tim stared at Mitchell while the silence grew between them.
Then he smiled.
"Come here," he said, patting the cushion next to him.
Mitchell went to his side. Tim put an arm around him and pulled
Mitchell close.
"You sound pretty sure of yourself," Tim commented.
"I am."
Tim nodded. "What are you doing Friday night?"
"Nothing."
"Why don't I pick you up at 7:00 outside your dorm? I'll make
us an Italian feast."
"What does this mean?" Mitchell asked.
"Can't you tell when someone's asking you out on a date?"
Delicious anticipation filled his veins as he dressed with
special care Friday night. At seven he met Tim outside the
dorm, and they drove back to the scene for their first date.
The apartment smelled of warm bread and garlic. They sat down
to a meal of wine, lasagna, and French bread.
"This is delicious!" Mitchell exclaimed after his first bite.
"Thank you."
"Where did you learn to cook?"
"My mom."
"My compliments to her."
"Tell me about your family," Tim asked.
"What's there to tell? My parents are still married, I'm an
only child, and they're well off."
"And they don't know you're gay?"
"No."
"What about your family?" Mitchell asked.
"Pretty much the same story," Tim answered. "But I have a
younger sister."
"Do they know?"
Tim smiled. "Yes. I told them when I was 25. My sister had
known for a few years already."
"How did they take it?"
"Okay. They tried to act really 'hip' to the idea of a gay son,
but things are kind of distant between us now."
Mitchell nodded.
"Tell me about your other interests," Tim said. "I know you
like writing, reading, and are interested in photography. What
else?"
Mitchell chuckled. "I'm getting into computers now. Alec got
me an account on the school's mainframe, and I've been fooling
around with some stuff on there. It's a whole new experience.
There's so much out there."
"Oh yeah? I should really get into that too. I have access,
but I've never really used it."
"I'll have to show you some time."
"That would be good."
"So what about your other interests?" Mitchell asked.
"Hmmm...I collect postcards, and I play a little racquetball..."
"Postcards?"
"Yeah. I'll show you my collection later."
Mitchell smiled. "Do you mind if I bring up something kind of
serious?"
"No, of course not," Tim answered.
"I was just curious what your ideas on this relationship were,"
Mitchell explained.
"What do you mean?"
"Is this going to be an exclusive relationship? Am I going to
be the only one?"
"Of course. I'm out of that playing around phase. This is for
real."
Mitchell sighed and let a big smile of relief escape. "Good. I
just got out of a relationship where I didn't ask about that and
ended up getting hurt."
"Don't worry. I won't hurt you," Tim promised, reaching across
the table and squeezing Mitchell's hand.
After dinner Mitchell helped clean up and then Tim put on some
slow music and asked Mitchell to dance. Willingly sliding into
his arms, he pressed against Tim's firm body and swayed with him
in time to the music.
Tim bent and lightly kissed Mitchell. Mitchell pulled away
playfully.
"Dr. Blake, what are you doing kissing a student like that?
This is how you should kiss a student."
He parted his lips and pulled Tim's head into a passionate kiss.
His tongue drove past Tim's lips and entered his warm mouth.
Their tongues danced to an inner music, and their bodies swayed
and turned to the outer rhythm.
Mitchell pulled away and dimmed the lights. Then he walked over
to Tim's back. His hands deftly freed Tim's hair and the blond
waterfall cascaded down his neck. Mitchell buried his face in
the golden locks and slid his arms around to the front as he t
ook in Tim's scent.
His hands slid down Tim's chest over his firm pectorals and hard
nipples down to his jeans. Tim's hands grasped Mitchell's
buttocks, pulling him forward until his crotch pressed against
Tim's ass. Mitchell ground himself into Tim while he pushed
aside Tim's hair and tenderly kissed his neck.
Tim turned around and held Mitchell's face in his hands like a
precious sculpture. He stared deeply into Mitchell's eyes
before he dove in for a hard, long kiss. Then he took Mitchell
by the hand and led him to the bedroom.
He laid down on the bed, and Mitchell climbed on top. They
kissed and ran their hands over their clothed bodies until that
was no longer enough. Tim slid his hands under Mitchell's shirt
and drew it off as he slid up underneath to Mitchell's neck.
Mitchell tossed it over the bed and then undid the buttons on
Tim's shirt. His shirt joined Mitchell's. He ran his hand down
Tim's chest to his furry belly. His tongue traced a wet ring
around the furry navel. Then his hand slid down into Tim's
pants to grasp his erection. Tim sighed.
Eager to lay his eyes on this treasure, Mitchell unfastened the
button and unzipped the pants before pulling them and the black
jockeys completely off Tim. These dropped to the floor. Now
the eight inch cock, tipped with pre cum was exposed and ripe fo
r the tasting.
Mitchell gave the erection one long slow swipe with his tongue,
catching the pre cum. Then he slid on top of Tim and kissed him.
"I think this needs to go," Tim said, patting Mitchell's clothed
butt.
"Go ahead," Mitchell said, smiling.
Tim rolled him over and stripped him of the rest of his clothes.
Then his mouth enveloped Mitchell's erection. Mitchell shut his
eyes and sank into the depth of his feelings for Tim: the
respect, admiration, lust, and tenderness - love? (no, not that
k ind of love, at least not yet)
His intense orgasm came more as a result of this than Tim's
technique. Tasting his semen in Tim's mouth afterwards flooded
him with intense passion again. He rolled Tim onto his back and
bit Tim's nipples before descending to his cock.
There he eagerly sucked at its hardness, driven by his passion.
He wanted to bring as much pleasure to Tim's body as he had
given to Mitchell. His hands caressed Tim's body, cupped and
tickled his balls, and pinched his nipples as he continued to
suck and bob.
Tim's moans grew louder and faster building into his eruption.
Mitchell swallowed and crawled up to lay beside Tim's heaving
body. He nestled in the crook of Tim's arm, content.
Part 14
A few weeks later Mitchell was sitting curled up on the couch
in one of Tim's bathrobes watching TV. A news report relating
the account of a murder of a homosexual businessman at the hands
of a group of skinheads proceeded to stir Mitchell's rage.
"Can you believe this?" Mitchell asked Tim as he came back from
the kitchen with two mugs of tea.
"What?"
"A bunch of fuckin' skinheads killed this guy because he was
gay," Mitchell answered. "Just when you think everything is
okay and people are becoming more open-minded something like
this happens!"
Tim nodded. "It's tragic. Human life is so precious, but so
few people recognize that."
"I'd like to go out there and talk some sense into those damn
people, and I'm using the term loosely."
"I don't think anything you could say would change their minds.
People like that are so full of fear and hatred that they can't
be reasoned with."
"Then I'd just like to go out there and pound their faces in."
Tim shook his head. "Never forget, Mitchell, that the pen is
mightier than the sword. Save your anger and channel it into
writing that can bring about change."
Mitchell frowned as he looked at Tim.
"Doesn't any of this ever make you mad?" Mitchell marveled.
"Yes," Tim admitted.
"Don't you just want to scream when you realize stuff like this
happens all the time or when you look at how society treats gays
and other minorities? Don't you just want to become the
dictator of the US for a day so you can change all the
ridiculous laws we have to deal with?"
Tim chuckled. "That's a nice fantasy, but you can't force
anyone to change what they think and believe. Forced change
isn't real change and in the end it will only backfire.
"Besides, I look at how far things have come. Twenty years ago
homosexuality was a mental illness and gay marriages were
unheard of. Today it's not an illness and homosexuals can
legally marry in some places. I'm not saying things are
perfect. There are still many improvements to make, but you
can't make them by holding a gun to someone's head and saying
'you will believe this or I'll kill you.'"
Mitchell nodded, understanding Tim's logic and realizing that
bothered him.
"Then what do you think we should do? How can we make these
changes?" Mitchell asked.
"Education. I really think that's a key. I still can't believe
it when I hear people who still think homosexuality is a choice.
Just the other day I heard that a couple of Christian
psychiatrists think they can 'cure' people who are gay. I mean
please! Can you 'cure' someone of heterosexuality?"
Mitchell chuckled. "I'd like to see that."
"And we've got to stop defeating our own cause. Supposedly
there are 'gays' and 'lesbians' who testify to being 'cured.'
Nonsense like that doesn't help. I really doubt it they were
truly homosexual to begin with, but do you understand what I'm
saying?"
"Yeah," Mitchell answered. "But let me ask you something. Now
this is a completely hypothetical question."
"Yes?"
"Like the time you asked us if we could have any power in the
world, what would it be?"
Tim nodded.
"Would your power be to be able to make people accept
homosexuals?"
"That depends on how it happens. If it comes about by people
getting and accepting the facts, then sure. But if it happens
through brainwashing, then no."
"You would have to qualify your answer," Mitchell teased.
"Of course," Tim answered, smiling.
Mitchell put down his tea and laid back on the couch, pulling
the robe open to pubic hair.
"Why don't you come over here and qualify me?" Mitchell
suggested.
Tim grinned. "I like that idea."
He slid up Mitchell's body to lay on top of him and kissed him.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I love you," Mitchell answered.
"I love you too."
The invitation to the banquet arrived that following week, and
Mitchell was still weighing what Tim had said against the
triumphant exhiliration he had felt when controlling the city
council member. Disturbing questions had begun to crowd his
mind since that conversation. he wasn't sure he could continue
working with Jack, and from the rumors he'd picked up form Rich
and Alec, something big was coming up.
Slipping into a suit for the occasion, he joined Gregg, Eric,
and Tony and walked over to the banquet hall. Three tables were
set up, and after checking their invitations at the door, they
went in and found their name tag. Alec was already there and
Mitchell found his name tag next to him.
"Hi," Mitchell said.
"Hi," Alec answered.
Alec had become very involved with Jack and Rich since gaining
the powers. Mitchell realized he would have done the same if he
hadn't gotten into a relationship with Tim. A smile flitted
across his face as he thought about his lover and the love he'd
found.
Mitchell and Alec chatted and caught up with each other as
others entered the room. Soon all three tables were full. jack
soon came out and sat at the head table with Rich and Mark.
Then they all started in on the delicious meal.
Jack stood up as people were finishing the dinner and began to
speak.
"I wanted to thank you all for coming tonight. I'm sure you'll
find this meeting quite rewarding. We have something quite
ambitious planned for the next couple of months. It's going to
require quite a feat of coordination, but I think we can do it.
"We're heading for Washington DC."
Mitchell's eyes narrowed.
"Each of you will be receiving a folder with photographs, dates,
and detailed instructions. Take some time to look these over
and get back to Rich, Mark, or I and let us know if you can
handle your assignment. New arrangements can be made if
necessary."
Alec got up and helped pass out the folders. When Mitchell
received his, he opened it up and found one of his targets was
the senator from North Carolina who had a problem with
Mitchell's favorite artist. Under other circumstances Mitchell
would have been overjoyed at the opportunity to get even.
After some discussion, the banquet broke up and Alec invited
Mitchell back to his room to listen to the new Concrete Blonde
CD.
"This is really good," Mitchell commented during the first song.
"Yeah," Alec agreed. "Some of the songs are a little more
experimental that their last CD."
Mitchell nodded. "Are you going to DC?"
"Of course. I've been looking forward to this for a couple of
weeks now. I'm paired up with Paul for next Thursday. I can't
wait."
"This'll be your first time?"
"Sort of. I went to a rally in Oklahoma, but I didn't really do
anything. I just got to watch."
"Doesn't any of this bother you?"
"No. Why should it?"
"Look at what we can do. We're taking over people's bodies and
making them say and do things they wouldn't ordinarily. That
just doesn't seem right."
"Those same people are the ones who've been controlling us for
years. I think it's a fair trade."
"But don't you wonder what happens after we leave? What if they
go back on what they say and ruin what we did?"
"Has that ever happened?"
Mitchell shrugged.
"Then I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure Jack has everything
under control."
"If they don't believe in and agree with our ideas then there's
always that possibility that after we free them they'll go back
and undo our work," Mitchell continued.
"Maybe, but sometimes they won't have a choice. What's done is
done and there's nothing they can do about it."
Mitchell frowned in exasperation. He just couldn't seem to
explain himself or get through to Alec. The phone rang before
he launched into his next attempt.
"Hey, Alec, do you want to come over and have a little fun?"
Rich asked.
"Sure," Alec answered.
After hanging up the phone, Alec turned to Mitchell and
explained what was going on. He said he'd walk Mitchell back.
"It sounds like you're having second thoughts," Alec said on
their way over to Mitchell's dorm.
"I'm not sure," Mitchell answered.
"I hope you're with us on this DC mission. I know you're one of
our strongest members, and we're counting on you."
Mitchell nodded. "I know."
Back at the dorm they said goodbye. Mitchell headed up to his
room, and Alec went and knocked on Rich and Paul's door.
Paul answered it wearing only a pair of pants.
"Hey there, Alec. Come in," he enthused.
"Hey guys. So what's up?" Alec asked, entering the room.
"A little fun in the shower," Rich answered, stripping off his
shirt. "Get a little fresh meat."
He tossed Alec a towel. "Get undressed and put that on."
Alec followed orders and then went with Paul and Rich up to
third floor. Nobody was in the showers; Rich went and turned on
a couple right across from each other. He pulled Alec into the
stall with him and let Paul take the other for himself.
Rich ran his hands over Alec's body, stroking an erection out of
him. Across the way, Paul watched and stroked himself. Alec
then felt Rich placing downward pressure on his shoulders, so he
went down on his knees and began a lazy blowjob.
The door to the changing room opened then and a tall, thin
freshman entered wearing gray sweatshorts and a towel draped
over his shoulder. He had short black hair with long bangs
falling over his left eye. Dropping his shorts revealed a firm
white ass with black hair. His cock was small with a thin
coating of hair at the base.
He started for the showers but was brought up short by the
spectacle in the first two stalls.
"Why don't you join us?" Rich suggested, leering as he ran his
hands through Alec's wet curls.
"Uh...no thanks. I don't go for that kind of thing," the
freshman answered.
"You don't know what you're missing," Rich said, winking at Paul.
They invaded the young man's mind and pushed his feet into
joining Paul. His hands jerked into position at Paul's crotch
where he began to stroke Paul's erection.
"Hey, guys, if he doesn't want to, don't make him," Alec argued,
getting to his feet.
"But Alec, this is all a part of the fun," Rich answered,
running his hand down Alec's back and grinning.
They were now forcing the freshman to his knees where he took
Paul's erection into his mouth.
"A good suck and fuck with a couple of guys'll be good for him,"
Rich continued.
"No, c'mon, stop it," Alec pressed.
Paul shook his head in despair as he released his hold. Rich
let go too. The freshman got to his feet and stumbled back into
the changing room.
"That'll teach him to come in here alone," Paul said.
Rich got to his knees and drew Alec's erection into his mouth.
Paul stood between their stalls, directly behind Alec, and
parted his ass cheeks. He slid his erection into the crack and
then inched his way into Alec's tight anus.
"Since you let him go, I guess you'll just have to do," Paul
said, sliding home.
Paul grabbed hold of Alec's thighs and started his quick long
thrusts into Alec. Rich continued to suck at Alec's penis,
running a hand over the furry round globes of Alec's balls.
Occasionally he'd slide his hand farther back and catch Paul's
smooth scrotum in between thrusts.
Alec leaned against Rich's broad body as he came, all the
strength leaving his body with his semen. Behind him Paul kept
thrusting until he came. As he was pulling out he heard a sharp
groan from behind and then large hot splashes of liquid against
his back and legs.
He turned to find a short, 5'8", lean, 130 lbs, blond freshman
milking his considerable penis.
"That was a great show," he said, smiling at them as his
erection began to wilt.
"If it was so great, you can come over here and pay," Rich said,
pointing to his raging hardon.
"Sure," the new freshman answered, pushing past Paul and Alec
before getting to his knees.
His spirited blowjob had Rich coming quickly.
"So, do you guys do this thing every night?" he asked, standing
up.
Rich smiled. "We just may start if you're interested."
End Part 14
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