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Internal Division (Part 17)
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_Internal Division_
By Mitchell Knight
Part 17
Mitchell pulled out a piece of paper to get ready for class.
Once the last student had settled in, a short older man with a
briefcase stepped in the door.
"Is this Creative Writing?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Good." He walked to the front of the class and set down the
briefcase. "My name is Professor Charles Dranal. I'll be
finishing off this class this semester. Professor Blake has
left Thomas Marcourt to pursue another job."
Left? Mitchell couldn't believe it. Tim hadn't even called
him to tell him about this. Something must be wrong. Mitchell
found it difficult to concentrate in class and his thought
continuously returned to Tim.
'A new job? Where? Why?'
Mitchell raced out of class afterwards and looked for the
nearest phone, but he didn't really want to talk to Tim. He
wanted to be with his lover. He wanted Tim to hold him in his
arms and tell him everything would be okay. Tell him he could
go along wherever this new job was. Tell him...
And suddenly the intensity of his desire translated into the
physical world. Colors and shapes blended and twisted and
dissolved until Mitchell stood in Tim's bedroom.
"Mitchell!" he exclaimed, turning from his closet.
Mitchell collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"Are you okay?" Tim asked as Mitchell came to.
"I think so...that was some trip."
"It sure was. Is that another aspect of your powers?"
"Well...it must be, but I didn't realize that I could do that
until today. It's just that I wanted to be with you so bad
because I didn't understand why you were leaving, and I was
worried about you, and--"
"Jack found out," Tim answered.
"He did? How?"
"I don't know. Maybe we couldn't have ever really hid anything
from him. Who knows what kind of abilities he has. You said he
was very strong, and had more talents than anyone else.
"But regardless, he knows. He told me to resign without a
fight, and I would still be able to get a recommendation, so I
could work somewhere else."
"Why would he do that though? Our relationship isn't hurting
anyone. He surely can't argue that it's creating problems on
campus since--"
"I don't think it has anything to do with that."
"What is it then?" Mitchell asked.
"Have you talked to anyone about these doubts you've been
having?"
"Just Alec."
"I'm sure he found out about that then. I think Jack sees me
as a bad influence on you. He just wants to get me as far away
from you as possible, so you'll go along with this plan he has
to take over Congress."
"You aren't leaving, are you?"
Tim smiled and reached out to stroke Mitchell's cheek.
"Of course not. Not without you."
"But I want to stay here. This is a good school, and I like it
here. There's got to be some way we can work this out. He
can't just force you to leave and make me do what he wants."
"He can though. He knows about our relationship, and if anyone
else found out, they wouldn't look too favorably upon it."
"I'll talk to him. I'll try and make him see that I don't
think this is right, but it was my own decision. I won't bring
your name up. Maybe I can get him to understand and leave us
alone."
"Be careful," Tim urged.
"I will."
Mitchell teleported back to his room later to try out this new
power. This time, since he was prepared, he didn't end up
fainting. He just felt a little dizzy from the sensation of
displacement and his use of energy to get there.
Then he called Jack's office and got the secretary. It turned
out he'd just left for a meeting out of town, but Mitchell made
an appointment to see him the next afternoon. Then he went
ahead and attended the rest of his classes for the day since he
couldn't get anything accomplished that day.
"Hey, Mitchell," Gregg called as Mitchell headed back to his
room after class.
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to go eat?"
"Sure."
He dropped off his books in his room, and then joined Gregg for
dinner. They ate alone at a small secluded table.
"I haven't seen much of you lately. It's like you've got a
boyfriend or something," Gregg said, smiling goodnaturedly.
"No, no boyfriend," Mitchell lied.
"Really? I've got to assume that's by choice. Nobody as cute
as you could possibly be without a boyfriend."
Mitchell smiled. "Thanks, Gregg. No, I don't know what it is,
I just don't have one."
Gregg nodded slowly and then was quiet for a few moments before
he tentatively started to feel out the situation.
"Mitchell, I've been kind of thinking lately about us, and what
we had--"
"Gregg--"
"No, listen," Gregg stopped him, holding up his hand. "Just
let me talk for a second."
Mitchell shrugged and continued to work on his meal as Gregg
talked.
"You know how I said before that I wasn't really ready for a
commitment? That I wanted to date other people for a while?"
Gregg didn't bother to wait for an answer from Mitchell before
continuing.
"I guess I realize now that that's kind of stupid. I'm not
giving people a fair shake that way. How can I possibly get to
know somebody and find out if they're someone I want to share my
life with if I get them in bed without having said more than ten
words to them?
"I get the feeling that what you and I had could have been
something really great, Mitchell. A lot of time has passed
since we broke up, and I realize that I want another shot with
you. I feel like I can make an exclusive commitment to you and
see how things work out."
Mitchell just sat in a light shock for a while after all of
this poured out of Gregg's mouth.
"I don't know what to say, Gregg..."
"Then let's do it. What do you say? Meet me in the shower in
fifteen minutes?" Gregg asked with a sly grin. It was as if
confessing what had been on his mind had brought back his energy.
"Great!" Gregg said after the silence went on for more than
five seconds. He jumped to his feet. "Fifteen minutes."
And then he was off while the whirlwind of thoughts in
Mitchell's head continued to swirl and churn. What was he going
to do? He obviously couldn't tell Gregg about Tim even though
Jack already knew because now they were pretending it was over.
Mitchell didn't really have a very good excuse why he couldn't
join Gregg for a private shower after dinner, and yet the idea
of cheating on Tim was yanking at his heart. But it looked like
he didn't have a choice. He would have to have sex with Gregg
in order to avoid creating any suspicion.
"I hope you can understand, Tim," Mitchell whispered. "I'm
doing this for you. Just a little longer and then we'll be
together."
Mitchell finished his dinner and then headed back to his room
where he stripped down to his underwear and grabbed a towel.
Stepping into the showerroom he could hear one of the spigots
going at full force in the last stall. After slipping out of
his underwear and draping his towel over the hook, he entered
the room and headed slowly for that stall.
With the curtain open, Mitchell could see Gregg with his face
towards the wall. The water from the spigot sprayed down on his
dark hair and then trickled down his broad back. Mitchell
watched it trail down to those firm butt cheeks and then down
his hairy legs. A flush came over Mitchell as he remembered his
first impression of Gregg on moving day when he'd admired this
sexy body in tight shorts. Now here it was again for the
touching.
"Enjoying the view?" Gregg asked, turning his head and smiling.
Mitchell smiled. "Of course." He realized that Gregg was
probably able to read the surface impressions of lust which were
beginning to develop as he stood there naked staring at Gregg's
firm body.
"C'mon in. I got the water all warmed up for you," Gregg said,
stepping aside to allow Mitchell at the water. This gave
Mitchell a clear view of Gregg's large cock nestled in the dark
brown wet pubic bush. It started to elongate as Mitchell
watched, so he averted his eyes and stepped into the warm spray.
Gregg moved behind him and started running his hands over
Mitchell's back. Then Gregg took the soap and started gently
washing Mitchell's back before moving downwards to caress and
soap up his ass. Gregg turned Mitchell around and rinsed off
the suds as they pressed lips and then mouths and then tongues.
"Oh, Mitchell, I'm so glad we're together again," Gregg
whispered before going in for another deep mouth kiss.
Then he twirled Mitchell around again and kissed the nape of
his wet neck. His strong hands moved around to Mitchell's chest
and pulled his body back into Gregg's. Mitchell could feel
Gregg's erection sliding between his legs. Gregg worked his way
down Mitchell's back, planting firm kisses along the way. His
hands on Mitchell's chest caressed and kneaded the flesh. At
his nipples they stroked and pinched lightly. Mitchell felt
himself getting into it as he ground his butt back against
Gregg's erection and watched as his own penis began to grow
between his legs as the action heated up.
Gregg knelt behind Mitchell and kissed and bit the smooth flesh
of Mitchell's buttocks while he worked a finger up Mitchell's
anus. Mitchell continued grinding his ass into Gregg, enjoying
the feel of Gregg's tongue, lips, and teeth on his cheeks.
Gregg's finger poked and prodded, getting Mitchell ready for his
cock.
When Gregg got so heated up he couldn't stand it any longer, he
shot to his feet and aimed his cock at that pink hole. He
thrust forward quickly, not bothering to go slow in pleasing
himself, so there was some pain for Mitchell. He called out
softly, and tried to jerk away, but Gregg held him tight against
his body and slid his erection home. Once he was in all the way
it felt fine to Mitchell, and he relaxed. He put his hands on
the wall in front of him as the water continued to shower down
on he and Gregg, and Mitchell bent over slightly as Gregg
started pounding his cock into Mitchell's ass.
His hands dug into Mitchell's sides as his orgasm approached.
His thrusts became deeper and faster until he finally thrust as
far forward as he could and froze for a second as his climax
shook his body. Semen shot deep into Mitchell's bowels until
Gregg collapsed, completely drained.
Once Gregg's dick softened, Mitchell felt it slip out. He
turned around and held Gregg in his arms. They kissed lightly
until Gregg smiled.
"That was really great. Now do me," he said.
Mitchell moved behind Gregg and thrust his cock into Gregg's
anus with as much care as Gregg had shown. Gregg took it
without any complaints, and then Mitchell was slamming away
until he came as well.
* * *
"Yeah, Jack, everything's okay," Gregg said into the mouthpiece.
"You're sure?" he asked.
"Of course. He had sex with me, didn't he?"
"Yes, it would seem that my getting rid of Tim was the right
decision. When I talk to Mitchell tomorrow I should be able to
get rid of any of his lingering doubts. Good job, Gregg."
End Part 17
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