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Internal Divisions 11
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
_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. "I
don't know. 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.
End Part 11
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