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Internal Divisions part 10
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_Internal Division_
By Mitchell Knight
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 holder 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," 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 their
eyes remained 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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