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Internal Divisions part 2 (mm)
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 2
Mitchell woke fairly early the next morning in order to register
for classes. After the information Gregg had given him about the
professors and classes on campus, Mitchell felt pretty good about making
the right decisions about which classes to take.
When Mitchell entered the shower room, he noticed a couple of the
showers were busy already. He took his time taking off his shorts and
underwear. Mitchell hoped he could catch one of the guys walking from the
shower to the changing room.
After using up all his excuses for staying in the changing room,
Mitchell entered, disappointed, one of the stalls and closed the door. He
showered with his dick half-hard at the thought of seeing a naked guy
after he finished.
When he heard one of the spigots shut off, Mitchell quickly
finished his shower and returned to the changing room to watch a tall,
lean, blond dry off. Mitchell thought he lived at the other end of the
hallway.
Mitchell finished drying off and wrapped the towel around his
waist. Gregg entered the room then carrying soap and shampoo. A small
towel was wrapped around his waist, and Mitchell could see a large bulge
in his crotch. His heart began to beat faster, and he felt a little queasy.
"Hey, there, Mitch," Gregg murmured, blinking sleep out of his eyes.
"Hi, Gregg," Mitchell forced out.
Without any notice, Gregg casually drew off his towel and threw it
over a hook. With no conscious control, Mitchell's eyes flicked to
Gregg's crotch where a thick penis nestled in a bed of brown curls.
Mitchell's glance immediately reverted back to Gregg's face, but Gregg
didn't appear to notice Mitchell's straying look.
Mitchell allowed himself one look at the full, smooth, rounded
globes of Gregg's ass before he returned to his room and tried to get his
heart rate under control. Mental photographs continued to play in his
mind of what he'd just seen as he got dressed.
His attention was focused back on school as he headed over to the
administration building to register. Tony was leaving as Mitch entered.
"Did you sign up for some weight training classes?" Mitchell asked
with a grin.
"You bet," Tony answered with a smile. "Gotta keep in shape." He
flexed a bulky bicep for Mitchell's approval.
"Of course."
"See ya later," Tony said.
"Yeah, see ya," Mitchell answered.
Inside the building, Mitchell found a few students standing in
two lines waiting to register. The first line had a big sign at the end
of it which said "Start Here." Mitchell decided that looked like the
place he wanted to be. Once he reached the beginning of the line, he was
given his advisor's name, a registration card with his name on it, and a
catalogue with all the classes listed in it.
On his way over to one of the tables to look through the
catalogue, he glanced at the card with his advisor's name on it. Dr.
Timothy Blake. He was surprised that he actually recognized the name.
Gregg had suggested that professor to Mitchell the night before because
Gregg had taken an English class from him and thought Dr. Blake was a
really good professor.
Mitchell sat down at a table and looked through the book,
finding some English classes and some required classes that he would like
to take. He wrote these down on the card and noted with satisfaction that
a creative writing class was being taught by Blake. Mitchell signed up for
this class also.
Mitchell turned in his card at the second line. Only one of his classes
was full, so he had to go back and choose another one. The entire process
lasted only 20 minutes which Mitchell decided was worth getting up early
for. As he left, he noticed that the lines had gotten longer.
After buying books, Mitchell ran into Gregg back at the dorm. The
image of Gregg naked that morning rose up in Mitchell's mind, but he
quickly shoved it back as he talked to his friend.
"Did you sign up for classes?" Gregg asked.
"Yeah. I signed up for a Creative Writing class with Dr. Blake,"
Mitchell answered.
"Really? You'll like him. I thought he was a fun teacher."
"He's also my advisor," Mitchell added.
"You just lucked out. Usually advisors are these old farts who
don't have any idea what the real world is like 'cause they've been here
so long."
"I can't wait to meet this guy."
"You'll have to let me know what you think of him, since English is
your major. That way I'll get a professional opinion," Gregg said,
grinning.
"Sure," Mitchell answered, chuckling.
"When are you going to eat lunch?" Gregg asked.
"Oh, I don't care. When were you going to?"
"How about 11:30?"
"That's fine with me."
"I'll stop by and get ya," Gregg said, before he started off away
from Mitchell.
Mitchell nodded and went up to his room and dropped off his books.
Then he pulled out a notebook that he kept in his underwear drawer and
opened it up to where he'd left off the night before he came to college.
The notebook contained private sex stories that Mitchell would write off
and on for his own pleasure.
Contained within the notebook was a year's worth of fantasies that
expressed what he felt within himself, but he hadn't yet brought out into
the flesh yet. They were about different guys he knew in high school who
he'd wanted to have sex with but had never gotten the chance to. Now it
was time to add a new story to his private notebook: the shower room with
Gregg.
Mitchell wove a steamy tale about what would have happened had he
dropped his own towel after Gregg dropped his. It included hot sex in the
shower stall and then more sex later on back in Gregg's room. Mitchell
maintained a raging hardon throughout the entire time he wrote. A knock
at his door much later was the only thing that disturbed him.
"Be right there," Mitchell called.
He returned his secret notebook back to its hiding place before
opening the door to the object of his fantasy.
"Ready to go eat?" Gregg asked.
"Yep."
They went over to the cafeteria and joined a table full of guys
that Gregg knew, and Mitchell made some new friends that afternoon. At
lunch they formed a group to play volleyball later on in the day.
* * *
"Hey, Mitch, do you want to go lift weights with Tony and I?"
Gregg asked, poking his head in the doorway.
"Oh, no thanks, Gregg. I told Jim that I would stop by tonight and
play some cards," Mitchell answered.
"Okay. Maybe some other time."
"Yeah, sure."
Gregg left and picked up Tony in his room on the way over to the
Physical Education building. They went up to the weight room. It was
largely deserted when they arrived; only two other people were using it at
the time.
Tony and Gregg went to work toning up their bodies, and after a
while they had built up a pretty good sweat. By this time the other two
guys had left. Gregg glanced over to Tony and noticed that he had an
erection which was poking at his tight sweatshorts.
"I can't understand you. You get a hardon every time we come here.
What is so arousing about this place?" Gregg asked.
"The smell," Tony answered, taking an audible sniff. "And the
weights: raw steel, power. And I like the way it feels when I stretch my
muscles to the limit.
"Oh, and the guys aren't that bad lookin' either."
He said the last with an endearing impish grin which looked
innocent on his youngish face.
"Like me?" Gregg asked, leaving his spot and swaggering over to
Tony.
"You're not too bad. Not enough bulges though," Tony answered.
"Like this bulge?" he asked, grabbing Tony's erection.
"Ahhh...yeah, like that one," Tony answered, grinding his firm
instrument into Gregg's hand.
"Should we go to the locker room?" Gregg asked.
"Good idea. I'm really horny," Tony answered.
They left the weight room and returned to the empty locker room,
shedding their shirts as they went. Tony sat down on a bench and unlaced
and took off his shoes. He pulled off his socks and then stood up and
took off his shorts and jockstrap.
"Should I oil you up?" Gregg asked, opening his locker and tossing
his shirt in.
"Yeah," Tony answered.
He went to his own locker and opened it. He took out the body oil
he used for just such occasions and walked naked over to Gregg. A fine
trail of perspiration ran down between Tony's well-defined pectorals. His
erection stood out at a 45 degree angle from his body. This short, thick
member bouncing only slightly as he walked.
Gregg pulled off the rest of his clothes and took the oil from
Tony. He poured some into his hand and then ran it over Tony's broad,
taut shoulder and down his hard chest. He continued to pour and spread
the oil, covering the hard planes and round globes of his body. His hands
caressed Tony's firm buttocks and slid between his cheeks to rub his hole.
Then he spread the oil over Tony's sturdy hairless legs and up to
his crotch. He covered the little hairless sac which hugged the base of
Tony's erection. Gregg bathed Tony's penis and hairless pubis until it
glistened.
Stepping back, Gregg admired his slick creation. Tony commenced
flexing his muscles for his one man audience. Gregg sat on the bench and
watched with an indulgent smile.
Finishing his show, Tony straddled the bench but remained
standing. He stood about two feet away from Gregg as he took his erection
in hand. He slowly stroked his slick cock while watching Gregg.
"Touch yourself," Tony said.
Gregg's hand went to his crotch and began to toy with the head of
his cock as Tony continued to masturbate.
"I'm going to shoot on you," Tony said.
"Do it. Shoot your stuff on me," Gregg urged, playing Tony's game.
"I'm going to. I'm gonna shoot all over you."
His hand pistoned faster as it made love to his penis. Gregg's
penis began to lengthen as he continued to tease it.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna shoot gallons," Tony continued.
"Do it."
"Okay...here...it come--ahhhh"
He froze and muscles bulged as the first shot of semen erupted
from his cock. It landed just above Gregg's left nipple. Tony returned
to his stroking as the next spurts came peppering Gregg's chest and belly.
When Tony finished, he leaned in and gave Gregg a soft kiss. then
he sat down and bent his head to Gregg's chest where Tony's semen dribbled
down his flesh. Tony's tongue flicked out and caught the first glob, and
he licked it up.
Tony traveled around Gregg's chest and lapped up the rest of his
semen. Then he sniffed under Gregg's armpits, deeply inhaling his sharp
male odor. He nipped lightly at this delicate flesh before burying his
head in Gregg's crotch to suck on the eight inch erection.
As he treated Gregg to a whirlpool blowjob, he kneaded the muscles
and skin of Gregg's thighs. Almost as if he thought he could will the
orgasm out of Gregg this way, Tony increased the force of his thigh
massage. When Gregg came, Tony eagerly slurped up the sweet white treat.
"We better hit the showers. We're both real sweaty," Gregg suggested.
"Will you wash my back?" Tony asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Wouldn't have it any other way."
They got up and headed for the empty showers.
End Part 2
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