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Internal Divisions part 13
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_Internal Division_
by Mitchell Knight
Part 13
Mitchell borrowed Gregg's car once they returned and drove over to
Tim's.
"Mitchell, you're back," Tim commented, surprised to see him.
"Yes," he answered. "Can I talk to you?"
Tim nodded. He gestured for Mitchell to enter.
"Would you like something to drink?" he asked.
"Water," Mitchell answered, sitting down.
Tim disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of
water.
"How was your trip?" Tim asked.
"It was great," Mitchell answered before he took a sip. "It gave
me some time to think about things."
"Really? That's good. Thinking is good for the mind," Tim said,
smiling.
"I thought about us."
Tim's smile vanished. "Mitchell, stop it."
"Why?" Mitchell asked.
"There is no 'us.' There can't be any 'us.'"
"Why not? Don't you like me anymore?" Mitchell asked.
"Yes. I like you too much. But I can't get involved with a
student."
"Why not? Because you're worried you'll get fired?"
"Yes."
"Nobody has to know," Mitchell stated.
"How could we keep it a secret?"
"I'm good at keeping secrets. I've kept the fact that I'm gay a
secret for years. This would be a breeze."
"But Mitchell, there are just certain rules of conduct that need to
be followed. That's why there is such a taboo about teacher student
romantic relationships."
"I don't care about rules of conduct! What about feelings? What
about this?"
Mitchell slid across the couch and placed his lips against Tim's.
Tim closed his eyes and gave in, returning the kiss.
"Can you ignore that?" Mitchell asked.
"Uh--"
"Do you know how much I admire you?" Mitchell asked, getting up.
"You're so free with who you are. You don't care who knows you're gay.
You wear n earring that shouts it to the world! You have books and
pictures here that'll tell anyone who cares to look.
"And your writing--you even write about that part of your life.
And the things you do with words! I only hope that one day I'll become
half as good as you are.
"We share a passion for so many things: books, art, poetry,
photography--writing. Look at what's the same about us. What else is
there? I want to find out. Don't stop that before we even begin."
Tim stared at Mitchell while the silence grew between them. Then
he smiled.
"Come here," he said, patting the cushion next to him.
Mitchell went to his side. Tim put an arm around him and pulled
Mitchell close.
"You sound pretty sure of yourself," Tim commented.
"I am."
Tim nodded. "What are you doing Friday night?"
"Why don't I pick you up at 7:00 outside your dorm? I'll make us
an Italian feast."
"What does this mean?" Mitchell asked.
"Can't you tell when someone's asking you out on a date?"
Delicious anticipation filled his veins as he dressed with special
care Friday night. At seven he met Tim outside the dorm, and they drove
back to the scene for their first date.
The apartment smelled of warm bread and garlic. They sat down to
a meal of wine, lasagna, and French bread.
"This is delicious!" Mitchell exclaimed after his first bite.
"Thank you."
"Where did you learn to cook?"
"My mom."
"My compliments to her."
"Tell me about your family," Tim asked.
"What's there to tell? My parents are still married, I'm an only
child, and they're well off."
"And they don't know you're gay?"
"No."
"What about your family?" Mitchell asked.
"Pretty much the same story," Tim answered. "But I have a younger
sister."
"Do they know?"
Tim smiled. "Yes. I told them when I was 25. My sister had
known for a few years already."
"How did they take it?"
"Okay. They tried to act really 'hip' to the idea of a gay son,
but things are kind of distant between us now."
Mitchell nodded.
"Tell me about your other interests," Tim said. "I know you like
writing, reading, and are interested in photography. What else?"
Mitchell chuckled. "I'm getting into computers now. Alec got me
an account on the school's mainframe, and I've been fooling around with
some stuff on there. It's a whole new experience. There's so much out
there."
"Oh yeah? I should really get into that too. I have access, but
I've never really used it."
"I'll have to show you some time."
"That would be good."
"So what about your other interests?" Mitchell asked.
"Hmmm...I collect postcards, and I play a little racquetball..."
"Postcards?"
"Yeah. I'll show you my collection later."
Mitchell smiled. "Do you mind if I bring up something kind of
serious?"
"No, of course not," Tim answered.
"I was just curious what your ideas on this relationship were,"
Mitchell explained.
"What do you mean?"
"Is this going to be an exclusive relationship? Am I going to be
the only one?"
"Of course. I'm out of that playing around phase. This is for
real."
Mitchell sighed and let a big smile of relief escape. "Good. I
just got out of a relationship where I didn't ask about that and ended up
getting hurt."
"Don't worry. I won't hurt you," Tim promised, reaching across the
table and squeezing Mitchell's hand.
After dinner Mitchell helped clean up and then Tim put on some
slow music and asked Mitchell to dance. Willingly sliding into his arms,
he pressed against Tim's firm body and swayed with him in time to the
music.
Tim bent and lightly kissed Mitchell. Mitchell pulled away
playfully.
"Dr. Blake, what are you doing kissing a student like that? This
is how you should kiss a student."
He parted his lips and pulled Tim's head into a passionate kiss.
His tongue drove past Tim's lips and entered his warm mouth. Their
tongues danced to an inner music, and their bodies swayed and turned to
the outer rhythm.
Mitchell pulled away and dimmed the lights. Then he walked over
to Tim's back. His hands deftly freed Tim's hair and the blond waterfall
cascaded down his neck. Mitchell buried his face in the golden locks and
slid his arms around to the front as he t ook in Tim's scent.
His hands slid down Tim's chest over his firm pectorals and hard
nipples down to his jeans. Tim's hands grasped Mitchell's buttocks,
pulling him forward until his crotch pressed against Tim's ass. Mitchell
ground himself into Tim while he pushed aside Tim's hair and tenderly
kissed his neck.
Tim turned around and held Mitchell's face in his hands like a
precious sculpture. He stared deeply into Mitchell's eyes before he dove
in for a hard, long kiss. Then he took Mitchell by the hand and led him
to the bedroom.
He laid down on the bed, and Mitchell climbed on top. They kissed
and ran their hands over their clothed bodies until that was no longer
enough. Tim slid his hands under Mitchell's shirt and drew it off as he
slid up underneath to Mitchell's neck.
Mitchell tossed it over the bed and then undid the buttons on
Tim's shirt. His shirt joined Mitchell's. He ran his hand down Tim's
chest to his furry belly. His tongue traced a wet ring around the furry
navel. Then his hand slid down into Tim's pants
to grasp his erection. Tim sighed.
Eager to lay his eyes on this treasure, Mitchell unfastened the
button and unzipped the pants before pulling them and the black jockeys
completely off Tim. These dropped to the floor. Now the eight inch cock,
tipped with pre cum was exposed and ripe fo r the tasting.
Mitchell gave the erection one long slow swipe with his tongue,
catching the pre cum. Then he slid on top of Tim and kissed him.
"I think this needs to go," Tim said, patting Mitchell's clothed
butt.
"Go ahead," Mitchell said, smiling.
Tim rolled him over and stripped him of the rest of his clothes.
Then his mouth enveloped Mitchell's erection. Mitchell shut his eyes and
sank into the depth of his feelings for Tim: the respect, admiration,
lust, and tenderness - love? (no, not that k ind of love, at least not
yet)
His intense orgasm came more as a result of this than Tim's
technique. Tasting his semen in Tim's mouth afterwards flooded him with
intense passion again. He rolled Tim onto his back and bit Tim's nipples
before descending to his cock.
There he eagerly sucked at its hardness, driven by his passion.
He wanted to bring as much pleasure to Tim's body as he had given to
Mitchell. His hands caressed Tim's body, cupped and tickled his balls,
and pinched his nipples as he continued to suck and bob.
Tim's moans grew louder and faster building into his eruption.
Mitchell swallowed and crawled up to lay beside Tim's heaving body. He
nestled in the crook of Tim's arm, content.
End Part 13
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