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Internal Divisions part 9
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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.
End Part 9
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