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Internal Divisions 12
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_Internal Division_
By Mitchell Knight
Part 12
Alec received his special invitation from Jack the day before
Mitchell left again to attend a city council meeting in Colorado. This
time they went with a much larger group. Alec tried to get Mitchell to
tell him what the invitation meant and what would happen, but Mitchell
stayed with the secrecy code and remained silent.
"You'll find out soon enough," Mitchell promised.
The group of twelve people boarded the plane early Wednesday
morning and headed for Colorado. Mitchell took a seat as far away from
Rich as possible and wished that Mark had been able to come along.
Unfortunately, because of a test, he hadn't been able to. Mitchell
wouldn't have minded sharing a room with Mark again.
Mitchell was on an emotional high throughout the whole trip. Jack
promised him a main seat in the upcoming action because he thought
Mitchell was ready for it. They'd already had their briefing before
boarding the plane and Mitchell had learned that Jack felt he was prepared
to handle one of the city council members on his own. Paul was going to
act as backup if necessary.
Only the confusion and dissatisfaction Mitchell felt about the
situation with Tim marred his happiness and excitement. In class on
Monday, Mitchell had tried to act like nothing had happened and that
nothing was different between he and Tim, but it had been difficult. A
peek in Tim's mind had shown him that Tim was trying to, but not
succeeding either.
The plane ride sitting next to Joe gave him a lot of time to think
about that. Homework had distracted Joe from being a very conversational
seat companion. Mitchell tried to figure out a way to convince Tim to
allow them to try out a relationship. He realized that Tim was correct in
his anxiety about trying a relationship because, after all, Mitchell was
his student. That might not look very good to those higher up.
They landed before Mitchell had formed any concrete ideas as to
how to deal with his situation. They rented a couple of vans and headed
to the hotel to check in. Mitchell discovered he was to have Gregg has
his roommate.
"I wonder how this happened?" Mitchell asked.
"Just luck of the draw," Gregg answered, opening the door to their
room.
They entered and started to unpack.
"So what have you been up to lately?" Gregg asked.
"Not much. I've been pretty busy," Mitchell answered.
"I thought so. I haven't seen you much around the dorm lately."
"I hang out with Alec a lot. Sometimes Jim and I get together
too."
"I heard you've been over to Dr. Blake's."
"Yeah, so?" Mitchell asked sharply.
"Nothing. I was just talking to Nate the other day and he
mentioned that your class had planned a poetry reading over at his place."
Mitchell nodded, relaxing. Nate was in his class and had helped
plan for the event.
"Are you going to come?" Mitchell asked.
"Do you want me to?"
"Sure."
"Okay, then I will."
They finished unpacking. Gregg turned to Mitchell before they
left the room and asked, "Are you okay with this arrangement?"
"Yeah. I'm glad we're roommates."
Gregg smiled.
That night they drove to the meeting at city hall. Again they
took places in the back of the room where they could still see the raised
desks of the members of the council. The reason they were there was to
defeat a measure to keep an AIDS hospice from opening up in town. It was
going to be a tough fight since they were now in the state that had become
so famous recently for opposing gay rights.
Rhetoric like "AIDS is God's way of punishing fags" had already
made the rounds in the debate. There were only three sympathizers on the
council and none of them felt very strongly for giving the go ahead on the
hospice. As they'd seen in the case of the teacher in Tennessee, the
community was again polarized on this issue.
The room filled up quickly after they arrived and soon the meeting
was called to order. Mitchell felt his pulse quicken as the drama began.
He found his focus, the man two seats down from the end, and trained his
eyes on him until the time came when his target decided to speak.
He gathered the power into focus in his belly and then channeled
it outward towards the council member. Invisible lines shot out and
penetrated the man's brain where Mitchell took up residence. Words
carefully chosen by Mitchell found their way out of his mouth while inside
his head, Mitchell could sense the man's confusion and sense of losing
control. Carefully soothing the man's anxiety, Mitchell continued to use
his mouth and voice to speak in favor of the hospice.
Once he'd finished, Mitchell sat back and reveled in the praise he
felt from his companions. He'd done it! Now he kept a tight reign on his
man while the puppet show continued. Soon they were able to loosen up the
strings as the sympathizers found their voice in the wave of support for
the AIDS hospice.
There was still some opposition on the council; Jack felt it would
be too obvious if they quelled it all in this large political arena.
There were also those from the crowd who spoke against the idea, but in
the end Jack's efforts were rewarded. Mitchell realized Jack would
probably be visiting the AIDS hospice with some frequency once it opened.
On his way back to the room after a refreshing swim, Mitchell ran
into Rich poking around outside his door.
"What do you want?" Mitchell asked.
"You," Rich answered, grinning. "You're looking quite sexy in
those swim trunks."
"Uh, yeah, thanks," Mitchell answered, rolling his eyes as he put
his key in the lock and opened the door.
"I love it when you're sarcastic," Rich said.
"I'm sure you do," Mitchell agreed.
Rich followed him into the room. "It appears as if we're alone."
Mitchell heard the door close. "Yes it does."
He felt a light tingling at the back of his skull as Rich
attempted to exert control over him. Mitchell whirled around and stabbed
out with his power, slicing through Rich's poor attempt. Rich winced at
the mental punch.
"Give it up. Remember, I'm stronger than you," Mitchell said.
"That's what turns me on so much," Rich responded in stride.
Mitchell sighed. He tossed his towel on the bed. "Are you ever
going to leave me alone?"
"No," Rich answered.
"Fine, then let's get this over with," Mitchell answered.
"What?" Rich asked, his face suddenly innocent in shock.
"Come over here and suck my cock," Mitchell ordered, reaching out
with his mind and tweaking the order slightly.
Rich grinned and walked over to Mitchell, placing his hands on
Mitchell's shoulders and then starting to run them down the flesh of his
chest.
"Don't touch me!" Mitchell ordered, giving him another mental punch.
Rich recoiled with a grin of pleasure.
"Suck my cock, now!"
Rich dropped to his knees and yanked down the wet trunks. He
buried his face in Mitchell's crotch and licked eagerly at the shriveled
penis and tight balls. Then he drew Mitchell's dick into his mouth and
frantically sucked on it until it grew into a full erection. His hands
circled Mitchell and grasped at his moist ass.
Mitchell dug his hands into Rich's red hair and tugged at it in
time with Rich's pumping on his erection. He closed his eyes and leaned
back slightly as the only sensations he felt were those of Rich's mouth on
his cock, Rich's hands on his ass, and his hands entwined in Rich's hair.
"Unh!" Mitchell cried out as Rich's energetic blowjob brought him
to an explosive conclusion.
Hot semen jetted from his erection into Rich's mouth. Rich
eagerly milked his cock for all it was worth until there was no more. He
almost seemed disappointed that Mitchell had finished. He wouldn't have
minded sucking on his dick all night long.
Mitchell slipped out of his trunks and picked up his towel before
heading for the bathroom.
"Aren't you going to do me?" Rich asked.
"No. You can jack off if you want," Mitchell answered off handed.
He hung up the towel and trunks in the bathroom.
"Are you going to watch?" Rich asked.
"Sure," Mitchell consented nonchalantly.
He left the bathroom and went and laid down on the bed.
"Can I beat off on you?" Rich asked.
"Yuck! That'll be really messy," Mitchell commented and grinned
at Rich's unhappy frown. "If you want to you can, but you'll have to lick
it all off."
Rich smiled. "Okay, I will."
He crawled up on the bed and straddled Mitchell's legs. Then he
pulled his engorged penis out from the zipper in his gray pants. His
meaty fist rapidly began to stroke it. His eyes devoured the sight of
Mitchell's naked body, specifically training on Mitchell's crotch.
His hand became a blur on his cock until he let out a load moan,
and his body tensed. The first shot of semen whizzed past Mitchell's ear
and hit the headboard. Then Rich aimed, and hot sticky come sprayed onto
Mitchell's chest and belly.
Rich milked the last of the semen from his penis and then bent to
lap at Mitchell's chest. His tongue could taste the salt of his own semen
mixed with the chlorine from the pool. He happily drank it all up.
"You better clean up that too," Mitchell ordered, pointing to the
headboard where a glob of semen dripped.
Rich's tongue made this disappear also, and then Mitchell got up
off the bed to go shower. With a satisfied look on his face, Rich left.
End Part 12
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