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Internal Divisions part 3 (mm)
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_Internal Division_
By Mitchell Knight
Part 3
The first day of classes began with another exciting trip to the
showers. Mitchell realized that this would probably become his favorite
part of the day. There were more sexy young guys in the shower on this
day, and Mitchell was treated to an eye full, but his favorite wasn't
there. Although he did get the opportunity to check out Tony which made
for quite a shock. Mitchell hadn't realized that there were people who
shaved their pubic hair. He thought it was kind of bizarre.
Mitchell dressed, ate breakfast, and then headed off to his first
class, a freshman psychology course he was required to take, and
afterwards he spent his hour break in the library. Even as a child
Mitchell had loved to spend time exploring the library in search of the
different realities found between the covers of the books. It was no
wonder Mitchell wanted to be a writer.
After his hour break, Mitchell headed over to the English building
for his creative writing class. He couldn't wait to meet Dr. Blake after
all the favorable comments made about him.
When Mitchell arrived, there were three other guys in the class.
He took a seat towards the front and cracked open the book he'd checked
out of the library.
Slowly more students straggled in until there were fifteen people.
Then a tall man, about 6'1" with long blond hair, pulled into a ponytail,
and bright blue eyes, stepped into the classroom and swiftly made his way
to the front of the room.
Dropping his satchel on the table, he whirled and faced the class.
A wide, toothy smile covered his young, 30-ish, face. Mitchell noticed
the man wore a small gold hoop in his right ear.
"Creative Writing," he said, favoring each of them individually
with his smile. He clapped his hands together. "I think I was born to
teach this class."
A few of the students chuckled at this.
"But you will all have to judge this as the course goes along. I
am Dr. Tim Blake, and you all are just names on my class list, but I plan
on changing that real soon by getting to match these names with faces."
He dug into his satchel and drew out the class list. He called
off the names and noted those not in class.
"Now, to get this class started and to get better acquainted with
each other, I think we should do some writing. Let's see, what would be a
good assignment? How about you write about what you did this summer?" he
asked.
They all began to reach for pens and paper.
"No, no, no. I'm just kidding. Please, that's a high school
assignment. We're in college now, and this is a Creative Writing class.
I'm going to give you a much more interesting assignment. Let's
see...it's coming to me now..." He brought his hands to his head as he
thought. The students all waited with pencils poised, and some smiled at
his antics.
"How about this: describe yourself physically and personality wise
as you think I will perceive you as the class goes by. And then, if you
could have any supernatural type power, what would it be? You have five
minutes, so make this as concise as possible. Any questions? Then begin
now," Tim said.
They all wrote until he said "stop."
"Now, I want you to come up here and read what you wrote. I'm
sure the idea of reading in front of an audience scares the hell out of
some of you, but you can overcome that fear. We're all friends here, so
feel free to express yourself. Now, who's first?"
Mitchell raised his hand; he liked his answer to the power
question, and he couldn't wait to share it.
"Yes, Mitch," Tim said, smiling at him.
Mitchell got up and went to the front of the room. Blake took a
seat in the front row.
"First begin by telling us your name," Dr. Blake said. He turned
around and addressed the class from his seat. "I find repetition is a
great way to remember things."
"My name is Mitchell Knight," he started, once Blake had turned
around. Then his eyes turned down to his paper and he began to read.
"Five eight, one hundred forty pounds, short brown hair, and blue
eyes. You'll see me as creative (I hope) and interesting. You might even
think my writings are a little weird and maybe humorous.
"And to answer your question, I'd want a power where I could make
any power I wanted for myself."
Dr. Blake smiled and a couple of the students laughed at this.
Blake nodded at Mitchell in approval.
"Very good answer, Mitchell. Good use of the imagination," he
complimented. "Now, class, do you agree with his physical description?"
The guys in the class nodded. Some murmured a "yes."
"And I guess your personality is something we'll have to judge
later. Okay, Mitchell, sit down. Who's next?"
Mitchell sat down, satisfied with his presentation. He sat
through two more people before one who intrigued him got up in front of
the class. He was about Mitchell's size, and he was cute in a scholarly
way. He wore brown round tortoise shell glasses over brown eyes. He had
short brown hair that had small curls and waves to it on top.
"My name is Alec Ralac," he began. Mitchell noticed that Alec's
hands shook slightly as he held the paper before him to read. Alechad
long thin fingers with tiny, almost invisible, brown hairs growing between
the first and second knuckle.
"I am six feet tall with short brown hair and hazel eyes. I wear
glasses, but sometimes I'll wear contacts. You'll think I'm kind of shy,"
here Alec paused to titter nervously. "But if you get to know me, I can
be pretty outgoing. I write some pretty morbid and depressing stuff, but
that doesn't necessarily reflect who I really am. And the power I would
like to have is thepower to end bigotry."
Dr. Blake nodded. "Good power. Yes, I think all of us in this
room would like that ability."
The rest of the class was as unpredictable and fun as the
beginning had been. Blake released them with an assignment to write four
poems for the next class period.
"Hey, Alec," Mitchell called out after him as they left the classroom.
"Yeah?" he asked, turning.
"Do you have another class now?" he asked.
"No."
"Would you like to go to lunch with me?"
"Sure."
They headed off together to the cafeteria. Their lunch extended
into an hour as they spoke on any number of topics that they found they
had in common. They spoke of their passion for writing, their common
major, and their similar pet peeves about the world like racism, and hate
crimes against people because of their color, religion, or sexual
orientation.
Mitchell was really glad to find out that Alec was liberal minded.
Mitchell had never come out to anyone, but he fully intended to now that
he had the freedom that college offered. It was nice to know tht he would
know at least one person who wouldn't care that he was gay.
By the time they parted, Mitchell felt like he'd known Alec for
years. They agreed to get together again later on in the week to exchange
some stuff they'd written. They got each other's phone numbers and then
went to their separate classes.
* * *
Later that night Mitchell was sitting at his desk writing in his
secret notebook. His fantasy again was on Gregg which was who Mitchell
found his mind returning to a lot. This time Mitchell was getting a long,
erotic massage from Gregg that would soon turn into another hot sex session.
Mitchell got up from his desk after writing for a while to answer
the call of nature. When he returned from the bathroom, he walked into
his room to find Gregg sitting at his desk, reading the notebook that laid
out in the open for him.
"Gregg! You're back from the weight room," Mitchell stated the
obvious while his mind worked at a furious pace to try and think up an
explanation.
"Yeah," Gregg answered, looking up from the notebook. "This is
some really good stuff here. I especially like the stuff in the shower."
"Uh...Gregg, that's just..." Mitchell fumbled.
"Just what, Mitch? I'm hoping that this is a journal of your
fantasies because I'd like to live out this second one here where we go
back to your room..."
'Huh?' Mitchell thought. 'There's no way Gregg is gay. No way. No--'
Gregg got up and walked slwly over to Mitchell. He wore only a
pair of plaid boxer shorts with the school name imprinted on them. His
brown hair was still damp from the shower he'd taken after his workout.
He walked up to Mitchell who was still frozen in place and lightly placed
his lips against Mitchell's.
Mitchell melted into the kiss he never thought he'd receive, and
allowed himself to go with the feelings that were now coursing through his
system.
"We better close the door," Gregg said, pulling away.
"Yeah," Mitchell agreed softly.
Greg moved with athletic grace to the door and closed and locked it.
"It's a good thing you didn't lock your door just now, or I
wouldn't have had the chance to read that," he said, pointing to the notebook.
Then he pulled Mitchell's body against him and kissed him full on
the mouth again. His tongue darted out and pried open Mitchell's willing
lips. Mitchell tentatively slid his tongue into Gregg's mouth and tasted
the minty mouthwash Gregg had used just a few minutes ago after his shower.
Gregg pulled Mitchell with him over onto the bed. There he
reached under Mitchell's shirt and started pulling it up over his head.
Mitchell helped, and Gregg tossed the shirt onto the floor. Then Gregg
laid Mitchell down and began to kiss his neck and work his way down
Mitchell's bare chest. He licked his nipples and swirled around them with
his tongue.
Mitchell felt Gregg kiss his navel where a thin trail of brown
hair started and then ran down into his shorts. He felt Gregg undo the
button on his shorts, and then he was slipping them and Mitchell's white
jockey shorts off.
"Wait," Mitchell said, sitting up in his nude condition.
"What?" Gregg asked.
"Shouldn't we have some kind of protection?" he asked. While his
hormones were in overdrive, he still had one portion of his brain
screaming common sense advice at him.
Gregg merely smiled indulgently and said, "Don't worry about it.
We won't need it."
"No? Why not?" Mitchell asked.
"Shh," Gregg said, putting his finger to Mitchell's lips. "Trust
me. You don't have anything to worry about."
He gently lay Mitchell back on the bed and then brought his lips
to the head of Mitchell's erection. His tongue snaked around the glans
once, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the recipient.
"You've never done this before, have you?" Gregg asked.
"No," Mitchell nodded.
"Then you're in for a treat."
Gregg sucked the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around
the head while Mitchell tensed as his sensitive organ was subjected to
such delicious torture. Then Gregg slowly engulfed Mitchell's erection
until he had the whole thing in his mouth. Mitchell felt the head hit the
back of Gregg's throat.
Slowly Gregg went up and down the length of Mitchell's penis. He
brought his hand into play also, stroking up and down the length of his
shaft as his head bobbed up and down. His other hand gently caressed
Mitchell's hairy sac.
It didn't take very long for this to have the desired effect.
Mitchell's whole body tensed as his orgasm hit him harder than it ever had
before. His hands clenched at the sheets and he thrust his erection deep
into Gregg's mouth as the tremendous, delicious pressure in his groin was
expelled.
"Unhhh!" Mitchell called out, semen exploding from the head of his
cock into Gregg's mouth.
Consummate expert that he was, Gregg swallowed every last bit of
this tasty virgin sperm. Then he sat back as Mitchell recovered. He
watched Mitchell's hairless chest heave up and down with each breath.
When Mitchell was okay, he sat up and kissed Gregg. He could
taste the semen in Gregg's mouth.
"Now it's your turn," Mitchell said.
Gregg laid down on the bed and Mitchell pulled down Gregg's boxer
shorts. Gregg's penis was beginning to grow, and when Mitchell placed his
lips around the head, it sprang to life. Mitchell admired the size of
Gregg's organ. It was a little thicker than Mitchell's and probably an
inch or two longer. He was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to
suck it very well since it was so large, and he'd never done it, but he
gave it his best shot.
"Don't hold on to it so tight," Gregg suggested as Mitchell
grasped the shaft with his hand.
Mitchell loosened his hold and then brought his mouth down around
the head. He made a tight seal as Gregg had done and then he began to go
up and down on it, using his hand in concert. Saliva dripped out of his
mouth as he continued to suck and it slid down onto his hand, but he
ignored this and continued to imitate Gregg in order to gain the desired
reaction. He wanted to go all the way with this experience.
Gregg came after a while, his salty cum spilling into Mitchell's
mouth. He swallowed it all, and then removed his mouth. He wiped his
hand on the comforter.
"How did I do?" Mitchell asked.
"You did okay. There's room for improvement, but I can teach ya,"
Gregg assured him with a smile.
"Are you free Friday night?" Mitchell asked, grinning.
"Yeah, why?" Gregg asked.
"I thought we could go out on a date and then later on you could
give me a few lessons," Mitchell suggested with a sly grin.
Gregg chuckled. "That sounds like a really good idea."
Mitchell realized that his mornings probably wouldn't be his
favorite time of the day any more. Night had begun to show some promise.
End Part 3
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