Internal Division

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From: an29488@anon.penet.fi (Mitchell Knight) Reply-To: an29488@anon.penet.fi Date: Wed, 29 Sep 1993 02:52:38 UTC Subject: STORY: Internal Division

I've posted the first part of this story here to feel out the level of interest. It's also been posted to a.s.s, but I receive the most encouragement for my stories from the members of this group, so I thought I'd try this here also. If there's interest, please let me know and I'll continue to post the rest of the story as I write it. This time around it's a longer work which involves mostly college age males (with older men thrown in occasionally, and who knows who else will be tossed in as the story goes along.) This might end up being novel length, I'm not really sure. We'll see how things go. I'm not really sure I want to get stuck in something too long though.

Tell me what you think.

The following story is a work of fiction about events which have sprung from the writer's imagination to electronic media. You may distribute in electronic format with this header intact. You may print out a copy for personal use. No part of this story or the work as a whole can be sold or published anywhere without the express written consent of the author at an29488.

Internal Division

by Mitchell Knight

Part One

The drive from his parents estate to Thomas Marcourt college was a long one at just over three hours, but it had been peaceful and beautiful.

Summer had begun to wind down, but the foliage remained green and vibrant along the winding country roads. Mitchell enjoyed staring out at this beautiful scenery which set him in a pensive mood. He reflected on his summer in France and the last big party his friends had thrown for him before he left for college.

Only one city and a few small towns broke the entrancing forest scenery as they headed toward Thomas Marcourt: a small all-male private college with a reputation for academic excellence. It was located in a small town with a bigger city about a 20 mile drive north. It's remoteness contributed to its academic mystique. With entertainment at such a distance, the men would be forced to stay at the college and study.

"There it is, Mitch," William Knight, Mitchell's father, said, pointing out the windshield at the building that had just peeked out of the trees.

The campus looked just as it had in the brochures: compact and well-kept with many stately buildings made from stone and brick. Some of the buildings were over sixty years old yet remained in good condition. With the exorbitant tuition, Mitchell imagined that was how they could afford to keep the buildings looking so good.

While Mitchell's parents were comfortably wealthy and could have afforded to pay for the full cost of tuition, Mitchell had received a scholarship which was defraying part of the cost. Mitchell was still confused as to why he'd gotten the scholarship.

His grades were above average, but not near enough to the top to merit an academic scholarship. There had been a short handwritten letter from the dean of the college, Jack Maroe, describing this scholarship as a "special" incentive for "students who show promise." Mitchell still wasn't sure what that meant. Mr. Maroe had written that he would be interested in meeting Mitchell after he had gotten settled into the college routine. Mitchell thought that maybe the scholarship would be explained further then.

The college's enrollment stayed at around fifteen hundred people with very strict enrollment requirements, so Mitchell was honored that he'd gotten in. People applied from all over the country for a chance at this school. For some the cost didn't even matter. They would sell their soul to pay to go to Marcourt.

A couple of Mitchell's friends had applied as well and hadn't gotten in, and Mitchell would miss those friends, but he looked forward to the new ones he would make and the freedom college offered.

They pulled up outside Parson Hall where young men in shorts and T-shirts, or some just in shorts, entered the front door with arms full of boxes. Similar residents came out with arms empty, ready for the next load. Friends and parents milled about helping them move in.

"This is it?" Claire, Mitchell's mother, asked skeptically.

"Yep. This is where I'll be living," Mitchell answered happily, getting out of the car.

"Let's get you checked in," William suggested.

Mitchell nodded and entered the building with his father and mother following. Once inside, Mitchell could smell the fresh paint and smiled at the clean and new-looking interior.

"See, Mom, it's not that bad," Mitchell said.

"But darling, it was built in 1951," Claire protested, reading the plaque beside the doors.

Mitchell ignored her and went to the desk and got checked in. They were shown to his room which was located on the second floor and three doors down from the bathrooms. Mitchell noticed someone was moving in right next door to him.

"Hi," the guy greeted him.

"Hi," Mitchell said. He forced his eyes to keep from straying to the guy's bare chest or crotch where his penis was clearly outlined in the tight shorts.

He was really cute with short brown hair and bangs which lifted and then fell to the right. He had warm brown eyes set in a handsome squarish masculine face. His broad bare chest was hairless and well-developed with squared pectorals and muscles etched into his stomach.

"I'll stop by later," he returned as he headed down the hall away from them.

"Okay."

Once inside his room, Mitchell signed the appropriate paperwork and got the keys. Then William helped him move in while Claire stayed out in the car and waited. Once he was all moved in, Claire came up and looked at the room.

"Are you sure you'll be all right here?" she asked, still not convinced. The living quarters were nothing like what Mitchell was used to, and she was worried about her baby.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he answered, smiling.

"Do you want us to stay and take you out to dinner?" William asked.

"No, that's okay," he answered. "You can go. I want to meet some people."

"Okay. Here's some money if you need anything." He pulled out his money clip and gave Mitchell a few hundreds.

"Will that be enough?"

"Sure," Mitchell answered.

"Okay, honey, we're going to go now. You call us if you need anything," Claire said. She gave him a light hug and kissed him lightly on the cheek. William gave him a firm handshake.

"Do as your mother says. Give us a call if you need anything," he said.

"I will."

"Good-bye," Claire said.

"'Bye."

After they left, Mitchell changed into shorts and then spent a little time unpacking and getting things set up in his room. The guy next door stopped by later as Mitchell was putting up some of his prints.

"Cool, you're a Dali fan?" he asked from the doorway. Mitchell almost dropped the hammer in surprise.

"Oh, sorry man," he chuckled at Mitchell's reaction. He stepped forward and extended his hand. "My name is Gregg Saxton."

"Mitchell Knight," he answered, gasping his hand and giving it a firm shake.

"Mind if I call ya Mitch for short?" Gregg asked.

"No problem. Either way is fine with me."

"So, you're a Dali fan then?" he asked again, glancing at the print on the bed.

"Yeah, I love him. He's so weird. It's interesting to look at too because I seem to find something new every time or I can find some new meaning," Mitchell explained.

"I really like him too. I have a book of his art. You'll have to check it out sometime."

"I will."

"Why don't I help you out with that?" Gregg asked, indicating the picture.

"Sure, that'd be great."

Gregg picked up the frame and held it while Mitchell finished pounding the nail into the wall. Then they mounted it and stood back to admire their handiwork.

"You're a freshman, aren't you?" Gregg asked.

"Yeah. Are you?"

"Nope. Sophomore."

"What's your major?"

"American history. Yours?"

"English."

"What are you going to do? Teach?"

"I don't really know yet. I think I'd like to write, maybe."

"Really. Have you ever written anything before?"

"Yeah."

"What?"

"I've written some short stories. Fiction stuff that's kind of horror and kind of fantasy."

"Could I read them sometime?"

"Sure."

They continued to talk and Mitchell found out a lot about different classes and professors. They also found out some more similarities between the two of them. They both liked to play golf and tennis, and they both liked to visit art galleries. Mitchell also found out that Gregg lifted weights which explained his clearly defined chest.

"Well, it's been nice talkin' to you, but I should go take a shower before I eat," Gregg said after they'd been talking for almost an hour.

"Oh yeah. Where are you going to eat?" Mitchell asked.

"There's a little restaurant in town that most of the guys hang out at. Do you want to join us?" he asked.

"Sure," Mitchell answered.

"Okay, I'll come by and pick you up on our way," Gregg said.

"That'd be great."

Mitchell really would have liked to follow Gregg into the shower and see what he was hiding behind those shorts, but he thought that would be way too obvious. He didn't want to turn Gregg off by tipping him off that Mitchell had the hots for him. He could turn out to be a really great friend, so Mitchell didn't want to ruin it.

Gregg showered and dressed and then stopped by with a friend of his named Tony Parol. Tony was a 5'9" hulk of a man with bulging muscles.

Mitchell later found out that he took his weightlifting very seriously, and he and Gregg often went to the weight room together. He had a youngish-looking face so that he looked almost 15 (when he was actually 19) with spiky blond hair and blue eyes.

On the way to the restaurant they stopped by another hall and picked up Eric, another friend of Gregg's. Then they went to eat. Mitchell had a good time at the restaurant where he got to know Gregg's friends and Gregg a little better. They were all older than Mitchell, so he got to find out more about the campus and about the things that had gone on last year.

"Well, hello there, Tony, Gregg," a large man with dark orange hair said, as he stepped up to their table.

"Hi, Richard," Gregg said in a resigned fashion.

Another guy followed right behind Richard. He was a couple inches shorter than Richard, who was about 6'2". They were both athletic guys, with Richard looking like he could be on a football team. His companion had brown hair and had blue slitted eyes.

"Who's your friend?" Richard asked, looking straight at Mitchell.

"This is Mitchell Knight," Gregg introduced. "Mitchell, this is Richard Lord the third."

"You can call me Rich," he said, extending his hand. Mitchell shook it.

"Or Dick," his companion interjected, chuckling.

"Nice to meet you," Mitchell said although he could tell from Gregg's attitude that he didn't like Rich.

"I'm the president of student body. This is my VP, Paul Horning," Rich said.

Mitchell shook his hand too.

"Maybe you'd be interested in helping out with student senate," Rich said.

"Maybe," Mitchell answered.

"Okay. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around. Think about it," Rich said.

Then good-byes were said and the two men left.

"Stay away from him, Mitch," Gregg whispered across the table.

"Why?" he asked.

"That guy's nothing but trouble," Tony answered.

"What's wrong with him?" Mitchell asked.

"You don't want to know. Just stay away from him," Gregg warned.

Mitchell dropped the subject, and they returned to normal conversation. Then they returned to the hall where Tony, Gregg, and Mitchell played cards until late. Then Tony left, and Gregg and Mitchell talked for a while longer until they decided to go to bed.

"So what do you think of the fresh crop?" Richard asked, stripping off his shirt and revealing his broad, hairy chest.

"Some pretty good lookin' ones," Paul admitted. He lay on the bed watching Richard undress. Paul only wore a pair of shorts.

"Yeah. What did you think of that Mitchell Knight, Gregg's friend?" Richard asked, tossing the shirt into the hamper.

"He's cute. Why, you after him?" Paul asked with a grin.

"I think so. C'mon, let's go take a shower upstairs. Maybe he'll be there," Richard said.

"Okay."

Paul got off the bed and stripped off his shorts and grabbed a towel. Richard wrapped a towel around his waist. Paul took the soap and they went up the stairs to the second floor showers.

Richard grinned as they entered the shower room. One of the stalls was in use and spreading a fine mist throughout the room. They dropped off their towels in the changing room and then chose the stall across from the active one and left the door open.

Paul turned on the water and Richard began soaping up Paul's chest as they kissed. Rich ran his hands over the patch of brown hair between his lover's pectorals and then down his flat stomach. He went around to Paul's lower back and grabbed his firm hairless ass, pulling Paul flush against him.

They continued to kiss and run their hands over each other's bodies as the anonymous man continued to shower across from them, unaware of their activity. Rich continued to hope that it was Mitchell, but for now any freshman would do.

When the guy shut off the water, Paul dropped to his knees (he knew the routine) and engulfed Richard's seven inch hardon. Opening the door to the shower, Tony Parol stepped out and glanced over at them.

"Don't you two ever give up?" he asked in annoyance. Muscles bulged everywhere on his hairless body. He shaved his entire body, even his pubic area, to emphasize his muscles and penis, which was average size.

"Nope, never," Rich answered.

Paul got up and chuckled.

"Do you want to join us?" Rich asked.

Tony shook his head. "I'll let some defenseless freshman fall for this setup."

"Your loss," Rich said.

Tony shrugged and went to the changing room to dry off. Paul kissed Rich and began to wash his chest covered with thick red hair. After washing away the soap, he bent to Rich's left nipple and bit it lightly. Rich gripped Paul's shoulders and closed his eyes as Paul got to his knees and took Rich's erection in his mouth again.

Paul fastened his lips around Rich's cock and let Rich fuck his mouth. Paul tickled Rich's hairy balls and then found his anus. He probed the opening with his forefinger and then thrust it up his hole. Rich spread his legs wide and continued to thrust into Paul's mouth.

Matching the tempo of Rich's thrusts, Paul forced the finger faster and deeper into Rich.

"Nnh. Yeah," Rich moaned, driving into Paul's mouth faster now.

Paul thrust another finger into Rich's hairy butt and then proceeded to put another one in when Rich froze and clenched at Paul's shoulders. Warm salty semen poured into Paul's mouth as Rich came. Paul swallowed it and then cleaned off Rich's penis.

"Get those fingers out of my ass and get your dick in there," Rich growled.

Eager to get off, Paul willingly obliged. Rich turned around and bent over, spreading his legs wide. Paul lathered up Rich's hairy anus and then slipped easily into him.

Paul pounded into Rich's ass while the water continued to spray down on their bodies. Paul reached around to Rich's chest and pinched his nipples as he continued to thrust in and out.

After Paul came, they finished their shower, the need for any hot young freshmen gone for the time being.

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.

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. Alec had 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 the power 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 that 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 slowly 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.

Gregg 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.

Internal Division

By Mitchell Knight

Part 4

The next morning, after Mitchell finished his shower, he went to Gregg's room. Testing the door, he found it open and entered. Gregg lay asleep in bed, his brown hair tousled and a peaceful expression on his face.

Mitchell smiled at his lover's relaxed repose. He softly padded over to the bed and planted a light kiss on Gregg's lips. Then he ran his finger down Gregg's firm jaw line covered with a light stubble.

"Morning, hon," Gregg murmured as he woke, smiling at Mitchell.

"Good morning."

"Did you want to join me?" Gregg asked, pulling back the sheets and showing his naked body to Mitchell's appreciative eyes.

"No, I've got to get to class. Remember, Friday night," Mitchell answered.

"Okay," Gregg said. "I'll just stay here all by myself--naked--"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Mitchell said. "I was wondering if we could talk later."

"Sure. How about after lunch?"

"That sounds good."

Mitchell kissed Gregg good-bye and headed off to class. After getting through a full morning of classes, he joined Alec for lunch and then went to Gregg's room to talk to him.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Gregg asked once Mitchell entered the room and closed the door.

"I wanted to talk about this thing with us and what I should do about it," Mitchell answered.

"What do you mean?"

"Like I told you last night, I'm new at this. I don't really know how I should react. Should I keep our relationship a secret? Are there any people I shouldn't tell? I've never really dealt with those issues before," Mitchell explained.

"Oh, I understand. You're worried about homophobia."

"Yeah."

"I think you'll find that people on this campus are really understanding. I don't think you have anything to worry about. You can tell whoever you like that you're gay, and I doubt they'll even think twice about it.

"As far as out there in the real world, though, I'd be careful. Around people you don't know, I would say, don't be too obvious. There's no telling when you may do something to tip someone like a skinhead off to the fact that you're gay, and then pow--the asshole is beating up on you. Just be careful of stuff like that."

"Do you know a lot of gay people here on campus?" Mitchell asked, curious about Gregg's belief that people at Marcourt would be accepting of him.

"There are more than you think," Gregg hinted.

"Really?" Mitchell asked, raising his eyebrows.

"More than you think," Gregg repeated.

"Like who?"

Gregg just shook his head. "I don't think that's for me to say. You'll find out eventually all on your own. Either they'll tell you or you'll just be able to tell."

"Is Blake gay?" Mitchell asked.

Gregg smiled.

"I thought so." He nodded to himself, pleased with his intuitive skills.

"Now what are we going to do about us? Is it okay if I tell people we're going out on a date Friday night?"

"If you want to. It's not really necessary. You don't need to stress it or anything. You can just say we're going out. Whatever you want to do."

"Well, who's paying?"

"It doesn't really matter. We can both pay."

"Would you like a flower?" Mitchell teased.

Gregg laughed. "No, that's okay. Maybe I'll bring you one though."

"Wow! This is great. I can't believe things are so simply. I thought it would be really tough coming out, and I thought people would hate me because of it, but so far everything has been just awesome!"

"Marcourt is kind of a sheltered environment. You can be whoever you want here, and not too many people will judge you for it," Gregg agreed.

"It's too bad the rest of the world can't be that way," Mitchell said.

"There are people working on that," Gregg assured him.

"Okay, that's all that I was wondering about then," Mitchell said.

He stood up and walked over to Gregg. He kissed him passionately. "Thanks for making me so happy."

Gregg smiled. "You're welcome."

"I can't wait 'til Friday night."

"Me neither."

That night Tony and Gregg went off to lift weights and Jim invited Mitchell out for some evening tennis. The day was still fairly warm, and there was plenty of light for them to play by as the sun slowly set on the horizon. They had a good work out on the courts before they headed back to the dorm.

"Hey, Mitch, are you going to study tonight?" Gregg asked him once he got back.

"Yeah," Mitchell answered.

"Why don't you meet me down in the lounge. Me and a couple other guys are going to do homework down there," Gregg said.

"Okay, I'll meet you after my shower."

Mitchell went into the empty shower room and stripped off his shorts and stepped into a stall. As the warm water cascaded over his tired body he thought about the different people he'd met since he'd come to school here. Gregg had said there were probably more gay people than he realized. This made Mitchell wonder about everyone he'd come into contact with.

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a couple of guys enter the room and start up the shower across from him. Mitchell smiled as he thought about seeing the new anonymous men in the nude once he finished his shower. He let the shower run long and hot before he finally stepped out.

Much to his surprise, in the shower across from him stood Rich and Paul. Rich was on his knees sucking on Paul's erection while Paul ran his hands through Rich's wet red hair.

"Hey, it's Mitch," Paul announced.

Rich stood up and looked with a great deal of satisfaction at Mitchell's naked body.

"Lookin' real good there, guy. Want to join us?" Rich asked with a leering grin.

"No, I don't think so," Mitchell answered. For some reason he felt very uncomfortable in their presence, almost as if the whole thing had been staged.

"Aww, c'mon, Mitch. Don't you want me to fuck you up the ass with this? I promise I'll make it worth your while," Rich continued.

He squeezed his seven inch erection and continued to leer at Mitchell.

"No," Mitchell answered, and started to walk towards the changing room. Suddenly he felt a tingling at the back of his skull and immediately after this sensation, he lost all control of his muscles and froze in place.

"I'm not going to take that as a answer," Rich said.

He came up behind Mitchell and ran his hand over Mitchell's smooth shoulder. Rich then took his erection and rubbed it slowly against Mitchell's buttocks.

"Oh, yeah, you're gonna love this," Rich told him.

Mitchell felt his body turn, against his will, to face Paul and Rich. Rich took Mitchell's penis in hand and pulled him forward into the stream of water from the shower.

"Rich, stop it!" Gregg called from the changing room.

"Fuck!" Paul swore under his breath.

Mitchell felt the invisible strings that had been controlling him disappear. The tingling at the back of his head stopped, and he broke away from Rich. Looking at Gregg, he saw his lover with his eyes locked with Rich's. Invisible daggers flew between the two of them as Mitchell watched.

"C'mon, Mitch. Get your stuff and let's get out of here," Gregg told him.

Mitchell grabbed his shorts and towel and got out of there as fast as he could. He went with Gregg back to his own room where he dried off and got dressed.

"Gregg, I don't understand it," Mitchell explained. "I couldn't move. It was like some invisible force was controlling my body. What happened?"

"Don't worry about it," Gregg said.

"But what if it happens again? How did they do that? Some kind of hypnosis? I--"

"Mitch, don't worry about it," Gregg said, grabbing Mitchell's shoulder and looking deeply into his eyes. "It won't happen again."

At these words, Mitchell decided he was making a big deal out of nothing. Gregg was probably right. It wouldn't happen again. It wasn't a big deal. He shouldn't worry about it...

"Damn, we were that close!" Rich growled, slamming his fist into the metal wall of the shower. "Who the hell does Gregg think he is, coming in here and challenging us. Jack's going to hear about this, that's for sure."

"Rich, calm down. Come here, let me make you forget all about Mitch," Paul offered.

He reached between Rich's legs and pulled gently on the now-flaccid member, massaging it between his fingers and slowly bringing it back to life. Rich responded slowly to this, grinding his hips lazily in motion to the slow jerking of Paul's hand.

"Hey guys," Eric called into the showers, entering the changing room.

"Eric," Paul greeted with a satisfactory tone.

Eric was about an inch taller than Rich, but much thinner, not quite as bulky. He had short silky black hair and brown eyes. As he shed his towel, Paul and Rich could see his seven inch cock topped off with a small patch of black pubic hair.

"Want to join us?" Rich asked.

"Boy would I ever!" Eric answered. "I'm so horny."

"C'mon then," Paul offered.

Eric slipped past them into the stall and slicked down his body with the warm water.

"We almost had Mitch tonight, but then Gregg spoiled it," Paul explained.

"Yeah, I think Gregg bagged him last night. He's a little protective of the kid," Eric said.

Eric's penis became aroused under the falling water and when he turned around, Rich and Paul's hands eagerly explored his body and erection. Eric put a hand on each of their boners and slowly stroked them as he enjoyed the feel of their hands on him.

Then Paul sat down on the floor against the wall and pulled Eric's body to him. He brushed his hand along Eric's small black bush which had tiny water bubbles in it, and then he ran his hand down the length of Eric's penis before he placed his mouth over the head.

Rich went around to Eric's back and ran his hands between the valley of Eric's cheeks. He parted the firm mounds and pressed his finger against the little pink hole. Eric spread his legs wide and bent over slightly, putting his hands against the wall.

Taking the soap, Rich lathered up his cock and Eric's asshole and then he started to slowly insert his erection into Eric. Paul took long, slowly pulls on Eric's erection with his mouth as Rich continued to enter Eric. Once he was completely inside, he rested there for a while enjoying the warmth against his cock. His rust pubic hair rested against Eric's white buttocks.

Then, as Rich began to thrust in and out of Eric's ass, Paul started sucking more urgently on Eric's cock. Paul put his other hand between his legs and started fondling himself gently. His other hand held Eric's erection in place.

Eric closed his eyes and bowed his head as the action heated up. The water was hitting him along his right side as Paul sucked expertly on his penis and Rich pounded into his ass. The feeling of both his pleasure points being stimulated was incredible.

With the double action, Eric had little control over his orgasm. It came suddenly after a few thrusts into him by Rich. He pumped his semen into Paul's mouth and felt his entire body relax completely after he came. Rich felt Eric's orgasm tickle his penis, and then he felt a greater loosening in Eric's anus musculature.

Paul sat back and continued to watch Rich fuck Eric in the ass as he jerked off. Paul could see Rich's face and watched it tense into the familiar expression which preceded orgasm. With a few more strokes on his cock, Paul shot his load over his chest and some onto Eric's leg.

They both cleaned up Paul and then got out and dried off.

Part 5

During his creative writing class on Friday, Blake made them all get up and read on of their poems. Mitchell listened closely to Alec as he read one about the delicate balance between life and death and the mystery of the latter. Mitchell watched with a certain voyeuristic satisfaction the minute tremors in Alec's long, thin fingers.

After class Mitchell caught up with Alec to make plans for that weekend.

"Your poem was just fantastic," Mitchell complimented him.

"Thanks," Alec said, grinning sheepishly.

"Do you want to get together tomorrow night?" he asked.

"Sure."

"I'll give you a call," Mitchell promised.

6:00pm found Mitchell dressing after a long hot shower. He put on a black and white silk shirt with black pants. Then he slipped on a plain silver ring and some Drakkar. Adding some gel to his bangs completed the look before he left to meet Gregg in his room.

Gregg looked really sexy in tight gray pants, gray shirt, and a black and green vest. Mitchell smiled and gave him a kiss.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," Gregg answered. "You smell good."

Gregg sniffed at his neck and kissed him there before they left. They headed out to Gregg's Porsche and then drove into the city which was about a half hour drive to the north.

They ate at a Chinese restaurant where Gregg ordered them a bottle of wine (Mitchell was underage so he savored the special treat.) Gregg was also not 21, but the waiter didn't bother to ask for Id, so he got away with it.

Then they headed out to a club for a night of dancing. Mitchell let himself go, not caring what people thought of him. He was out with his lover, and he was going to have fun whether people agreed with his lifestyle or not.

"That was a lot of fun," Mitchell told Gregg as they drove back to the college, the windows open and the warm night air swirling into the car.

"I'm glad you had a good time," Gregg said. "I had fun too. But don't forget, the night's not over."

"Oh, I haven't forgotten," Mitchell answered.

He rested his hand on Gregg's thigh, where it stayed until they got back to the college. Then they went up to Gregg's room and locked the door to the rest of the world. What happened inside was for them, and nobody would be interrupting.

Gregg lit a few candles and spread them around the room. Then he walked over to Mitchell with a grin on his face.

"You look really sexy in this light," he whispered into Mitchell's ear.

Then he blew lightly into his ear and ran his tongue around the edge of his ear. Then he slowly licked his way to the center, driving up Mitchell's temperature.

They kissed as they made their way together over to the bed. Gregg slowly undid the buttons of Mitchell's shirt and then kissed his way down Mitchell's smooth chest as he pulled the shirt out of his pants.

Mitchell took off Gregg's vest and shirt and bit lightly on each of Gregg's nipples. He squeezed Mitchell's shoulders at the love nips and sighed softly in delight. Mitchell bit Gregg's bulging erection through his pants and grabbed the two mounds of Gregg's ass.

Gregg had Mitchell sit down on the bed and then he took off his shoes and socks. Then he lightly squeezed Mitchell's crotch before he undid the buttons on his pants and began pulling them off. Mitchell lifted his hips to allow Gregg to slip off his pants and undershorts.

Once naked, Gregg ran his hands over Mitchell's naked flesh. He put his head between Mitchell's legs and ran his tongue over the soft flesh of his erection, stroking the head and shaft.

Then Gregg stood up and slipped off the rest of his clothes before he walked nude to the closet. He opened it up and brought out a bottle of chocolate flavored body oil.

"Lay down on your stomach," he told Mitchell, smiling.

"What's that?" Mitchell asked.

"Massage oil that I can lick off your body," Gregg answered.

Mitchell smiled and obliged. He turned over onto his stomach and then Gregg joined him. He ran a trail of the oil down the middle of Mitchell's smooth back and then put down the bottle.

His wide, strong hands spread the oil out farther, covering all parts of Mitchell's back as he kneaded and stroked the flesh. Mitchell felt the soreness from the dancing leave his body and he felt himself slowly drift into a state of absolute contentment.

Gregg worked his way down Mitchell's back, giving him a full back massage before he returned to lick off every last bit of the chocolate flavor. Mitchell smiled as he felt Gregg's tongue take its first taste. Then he delighted in the feeling of Gregg licking his entire back.

Then Gregg opened the bottle and spread a healthy dollop on the cheeks of Mitchell's ass. He spread it in circles slowly over his hairless cheeks and then placed his hands in the crack of his ass and slowly pulled it apart. Not sure what Gregg had planned, but willing to go along, Mitchell spread his legs far apart.

Gregg dripped more oil down his crack and then his finger rubbed the oil into his crack and down across his anus. The tip of his chocolate coated finger slipped into Mitchell's anus and then was removed. Gregg bent his head to Mitchell's cheeks where he licked the soft mounds. Then his tongue licked up his crack and then was digging into his anus.

Using his fingers, Gregg spread open the tight pink hole as far as he could and then inserted his tongue, tasting and prodding. Mitchell moved his ass lazily in circles as Gregg continued to poke and prod.

Again Gregg went to his closet, but this time he put away the massage oil and returned with some KY jelly. He opened this and rubbed some into Mitchell's anus. Testing it, Gregg found he could slide one finger easily into the opening now.

"Get up on all fours," Gregg prompted.

"What are you going to do?" Mitchell asked, moving into position.

"You'll see," Gregg answered.

He smeared some KY onto his erection and then knelt behind Mitchell, lining up his hardon with Mitchell's pink little virgin hole. He placed the head of his cock against his anus and then pushed forward slowly, allowing Mitchell to get used to him.

"Just relax," Gregg urged him, once his penis couldn't go any further without effort.

"I don't know about this," Mitchell said.

"If you relax, once I get it all the way in, it'll feel great," Gregg said.

Gregg felt his words have effect, as the muscles in his ass loosened up enough so he could slide in. He rested this way for a while with his pubic hair flush up against the smooth cheeks of Mitchell's ass. Then he started thrusting in and out of Mitchell's tight, hot hole.

"How does this feel?" Gregg asked.

"It hurts a little bit, but..." Gregg's dick hit Mitchell's prostate. "Ahh...that felt good."

Gregg sped up a little bit and got into a faster rhythm before he spread some KY onto his hand and then reached around front to spread it on Mitchell's semi-hard penis. He teased the head a little bit, and it signaled its appreciation. Gregg stroked Mitchell's dick as he continued to thrust in and out.

"Oh, Gregg, I'm gonna come," Mitchell groaned a few minutes later.

The pleasure in his groin and ass was too much. Gregg's answer to this was to speed up until Mitchell was squirting his load all over the sheets of the bed. Gregg felt the contractions of Mitchell's orgasm and he came too, shooting forcefully into his asshole.

Gregg pulled out of Mitchell's ass and then lay down beside him. They kissed slowly and stroked each other's bodies in the aftermath.

"We should get cleaned up," Mitchell suggested.

"You're right."

He got up and pulled Mitchell up with him. They grabbed one of Gregg's towels and then headed naked to the shower room. Mitchell giggled at the daring of this, but then they were in the privacy of the bathroom before anyone had seen them.

They took a long shower together, softly bathing the other in soap, water, and kisses. Then they dried off and returned to Gregg's room where they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Internal Division

By Mitchell Knight

Part 6

Mitchell brought a few of his poems over to Alec's room Saturday night. Alec lived in a dorm just a couple buildings away from where Mitchell's dorm was.

When he arrived, Alec had an Erasure CD playing. His room was decorated with different posters of various alternative artists like Depeche Mode, the Cure, Morrissey, and REM. His room was filled with dark and black objects: black sheets and comforter, black lamps, dark brown carpet, and a black stereo cabinet. A faint hint of incense hung in the air.

"What kind of incense is that?" Mitchell asked.

"Sandalwood. Do you like it?" Alec asked.

"Yeah."

He went to his desk and pulled out a stick and placed it in the incense burner. Once lit, the golden orange tip spun a thin light gray thread of smoke into the air.

"How's the music for ya?" Alec asked.

"It's good. I like it. Which CD is it?"

"Chorus."

Mitchell went over to the CD stand and glanced over Alec's collection, mentally approving of many of Alec's choices.

"Would you like something to drink?" Alec asked.

"Sure."

"I made some coffee before you came over. How does that sound?"

"Great" Mitchell answered.

Alec brought out two mugs from his closet and poured the dark brew for himself and his guest. Mitchell took it and sat down in the chair while Alec sat on the bed.

"Do you mind if I turn off this light?" he asked, pointing to the overhead one.

"No, go ahead," Mitchell answered.

"I like to read poetry in dim settings," he said as he got up to turn it off.

A lamp on the desk and one at Mitchell's side shed the only light.

"I should probably change the music too."

Alec turned off Erasure and put in a Ray Lynch CD. Then he sat down, and they started to read their poems to each other and critique them.

As the time passed, more coffee was imbibed and they moved into talking about poetry in general. Alec brought out a poetry book and read some poems by Alan Ginsberg and Gary Snyder. Then they talked about the class before Alec had to take a bathroom break.

"It's all that coffee," he explained before he left.

Mitchell picked up the notebook of Alec's poems that he'd been reading from earlier and paged through this while he waited. A title caught his eye and he paused to read this one.

A Rant For Love

Damn them for these bars!

Bars of steel

Bars of ignorance

Bars of fear

Bars of hatred.

Within this cage I prowl.

I watch my dark love.

He is all I desire.

Yet within society's prison,

I hide my lust.

I am an angry, caged thing.

Watch out world,

I will bare my claws:

These words I possess.

And I will shred these bars!

Then he will be mine.

Mitchell nodded to himself, seeing the struggle he'd gone through in high school reflected expertly in the poem. Suddenly Mitchell realized Alec had returned. He stood in the doorway watching.

"I like this one a lot," Mitchell said, holding it up.

Alec entered and took the notebook to look at the poem. He sat down on the bed.

"Who's the guy in the poem?" Mitchell asked.

"No one, really...well, kind of this guy I liked last year, but the man in this poem is really symbolic of all I have liked and those I will like."

"I can really relate to that poem."

Alec nodded.

Mitchell realized that he was really lucky to have found someone like Gregg at a time when he could safely be in a relationship.

Their conversation drifted into politics then using the poem as a jumping off point. They talked on a variety of topics which they found themselves agreeing on. they talked until fairly late until Mitchell decided he had better leave. They said good-bye, and Mitchell returned to his dorm.

Back in his own room, he dropped off his poems and then crept to Gregg's room. He planned on slipping quietly into bed with Gregg. Testing the doorknob, he found it unlocked. With an eager smile, he slowly opened the door.

In the light from the candles burning inside, Mitchell could see Eric pounding his cock into Gregg's ass. Gregg was on all fours facing the door, so he saw Mitchell's shocked expression and heard the forceful gasp of surprise.

"Mitch--?"

Eric stopped thrusting and Gregg started to get to his feet.

"How--" Mitchell started but then he choked back the rest.

He slammed the door closed and ran back to his room, squinting back tears at the betrayal he felt. Once at his room, he realized he didn't want to be alone now, so he ran to he stairs and over to Alec's room.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Alec asked after he opened the door.

He noticed his friend's hurt expression and teary eyes. Mitchell looked at Alec, who now only wore a pair of black boxer shorts; he had obviously just been getting ready for bed. Mitchell wasn't sure what to say now that he had arrived.

Glancing over Alec's thin, lean body, Mitchell appraised those thin, long fingers that reminded him of an artist's delicate hands. Alec had a dusting of brown hair across his pectorals without any on his stomach. Mitchell looked into Alec's brown eyes and felt resolve steady his emotions.

Revenge.

Mitchell reached out with his right hand and lightly stroked the soft curls on top of Alec's head. Then he brought his hand down Alec's long, thin neck to brush across his lightly furred chest. Alec just stood there, not sure how he should respond to this sudden change in mood, but enjoying the feel of Mitchell's fingers against his flesh.

Alec stepped back to allow Mitchell into the room, and he followed eagerly. His hand brushed close the door and then his lips were eagerly exploring the soft flesh of Alec's mouth. They kissed softly and tentatively until Mitchell pressed forward with more fervor and grabbed Alec's ass through the cloth, pulling his body against Mitchell.

Pulling back, Mitchell slowly pulled off his clothes. Alec sat down on the edge of the bed and watched. Mitchell stripped off his shirt and threw it on the floor. Then he took off his shoes and socks and slid off his pants. He pulled down his red jockey shorts and his penis began to stiffen in the warm scented air of Alec's dim room.

Alec reached out tentatively and touched the head of Mitchell's dick. This move gave him courage and he slid his hand down the length of his quickly hardening length. He cupped Mitchell's hairy balls and tested their weight in his soft hands.

Mitchell knelt before Alec and put his hands on the waistband of Alec's boxers. He pulled on them gently, and Alec lifted his hips to allow Mitchell to slide them down his long hairy legs and off his feet. Then Mitchell ran his hands back up these furred legs to his hairy crotch where he sported a 6" hardon. Mitchell stroked its length and then the heavy balls in their furry sac.

Alec pulled on Mitchell's shoulders, urging him to climb into bed.

He followed Alec's tugging, and they laid on top of one another, their naked flesh pressing warm and stimulating against the other. They gently kissed and caressed each other's flesh, tenderly exploring.

Soon Alec's roving hands found their way back to Mitchell's crotch. Mitchell lifted himself up off of Alec and over to the side a little ways to allow Alec to slowly stroked his stiff rod. Mitchell watched Alec's long thin fingers grasp his erection and gently slide the skin up and down its length, easily bringing warm pleasure to Mitchell's belly and penis.

Mitchell reached between Alec's legs and began to return the favor. His hand formed a fist around Alec's cock and he matched Alec's speed. He paused occasionally to finger the hairy ball sac and to lightly stroke the skin between Alec's balls and anus, but he always returned to Alec's penis to continue.

As Alec picked up speed, Mitchell felt the familiar pleasurable feelings grow and deepen and become more urgent. His hips began to rock with the rhythm, willing to go wherever Alec wanted to take him. His hand on Alec's penis sped up also; subconsciously he kept the pace.

"Uh...Alec..." Mitchell breathed. "We better...ahh...stop."

"Why?" he whispered, his own hips pumping up and down in time with Mitchell's enthusiastic stroking.

"I'm...gonna...ohh...come," Mitchell answered.

"Do it," Alec urged, working faster.

"But...it'll make a mess."

"Do it," he repeated.

Lost in the moment, Mitchell went with Alec's suggestion. With a few more pumps from Alec's warm hand, Mitchell let loose his sticky white torrent of sperm. It shot in about five or six arcs across Alec's hairy chest and bare abdomen. One landed in Alec's pubic hair.

During his orgasm, Mitchell had slowed down considerably on Alec's penis, but once he recovered, he returned to his former rhythm. Alec came soon afterwards, thrusting his hips forward and spraying his semen across himself and the bed. He lay back on the bed, exhausted, with a satisfied grin on his face. Mitchell kissed him as he lay smiling.

"We better clean up," Mitchell suggested.

Alec nodded.

"Do you have some tissues?"

"Sure, they're on my desk," Alec answered.

Mitchell got up and pulled some from the box and returned. He handed a few to Alec and then helped clean him up.

"Do you mind if I spend the night?" Mitchell asked.

"No."

"Good. I don't feel like sleeping alone tonight."

"What happened anyway? You looked so upset when you got here."

"I walked in on my boyfriend fucking another guy. Actually, he was being fucked, but..."

"Oh," Alec said.

Mitchell nodded. Alec pulled Mitchell down next to him, and they lay together in silence until they both drifted off.

Internal Division

By Mitchell Knight

Part 7

Mitchell woke slowly the next morning, almost grudging himself a return to the harsh reality he had discovered last night upon walking in on Gregg unannounced. He felt Alec move in bed next to him and then felt him get up, so he decided it was time to open his eyes.

He caught sight of Alec's cute little bare ass just before Alec covered it with his boxers. Mitchell smiled at this and then closed his eyes again to replay the scene from last night. He heard Alec leave the room to go to the bathroom.

When Alec returned, he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Mitchell with an serious expression.

"What's wrong?" Mitchell asked, sitting up.

"I...I just don't really know how I feel about last night," Alec answered.

"What do you mean?"

"It just doesn't feel right somehow," he said.

"Didn't you like it?" Mitchell asked.

"No! It felt really great, but I don't know if we should have done that stuff."

"Why?"

"It's just that I don't think our relationship should go there. I really like you as a friend, and I'm worried about what would happen if we turned it into something else. I'm not sure I'm ready for something like that."

Mitchell nodded.

"Do you understand?" Alec asked with a tense look.

"Yeah, I understand. I think you're right."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I was just feeling bad last night after I found out that Gregg cheated on me, and I just kind of went with the moment. I think we're better as friends too."

"Good," Alec said, relieved.

Mitchell pulled off the covers and sorted through his clothes to find his undershorts.

"So what are you going to do about Gregg?" Alec asked.

"I'm not sure yet," Mitchell answered. "I still don't want to see or talk to him. I think I'll just avoid him today and try and think about things."

Alec nodded. "If you want to talk later, just give me a call."

"I will," Mitchell answered.

He finished getting dressed and then hugged Alec before he left.

"Thanks for being here for me," Mitchell said.

"No problem."

Mitchell returned to his room and glanced at the blinking red light on his answering machine. It had to be Gregg. It was.

"Mitch, look, we need to talk. I think there's been some kind of misunderstanding. Give me a call."

[Beep]

"Mitch, where are you? Call me."

[Beep]

"End of messages."

Mitchell sat down on the bed and argued with himself for a while about whether he should call Gregg or not. He continued to argue with himself as he undressed, took a shower, and got dressed again.

A knock at the door solved his internal discussion.

"Hi, Mitch. Can we talk?" Gregg asked.

Mitchell nodded woodenly and held the door open for him. Gregg entered and sat down.

"Look, I--"

"You cheated on me," Mitchell interrupted. "How can you have an explanation for that?"

Mitchell snapped a gaze of pure venom on the man he'd lost his virginity to. The feelings of rage and hurt welled up inside of him and focused on their source.

"Mitch, I didn't cheat on you. We didn't have an exclusive thing.

I never promised you a monogamous relationship," Gregg said.

"You didn't? Then what's with you telling me I didn't need to worry about any sexually transmitted diseases? What about our date Friday night? Didn't that mean anything to you?"

"Mitch, you really don't have a thing to worry about, but that's not because I was only sleeping with you. And as far as our date, yes, I had a great time, and it does mean something to me. I'm just not interested in sticking with just one guy at this point in my life. I still want to be able to date and have sex with other people."

"Fine. You just do that then, but I'm not going to be one of them anymore. We may never have said anything about being exclusive, but I sure felt that it was implied."

Gregg shrugged. "What else can I say. It was just a misunderstanding."

Mitchell just stood and stared at him; he didn't have anything more to say.

"I guess I'll go then," Gregg said.

"Okay."

Gregg headed for the door. "Are we still friends at least?"

"I still need to let things settle down," Mitchell answered. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Gregg nodded. He left the room feeling a slight loss. He'd seen some potential in Mitchell to sway more towards the romantic side which was a department Gregg felt a huge loss in right now with his other relationships. He hoped that after Mitchell calmed down there would still be hope for a return to their dating and sexual relationship.

Rich wore a charcoal double breasted suit to dinner that night. It was a warm end of the summer night, but Mr. Jack Maroe was a man who liked his officers well dressed even if the night would include both business and pleasure. As leader of the student organization, Rich dressed to please what might be considered one of his boss' little eccentricities.

"Good evening, Richard," Jack said, answering the door.

He was a distinguished elderly gentleman with graying hair and a thin yet solid build of six feet. He was immaculately dressed in a dark blue pinstripe suit and a conservative blue tie. There was an aura of authority and royalty about him giving him the certainty that although physically he might not be much, he was not a man to cross.

"Good evening, Mr. Maroe," Rich answered, stepping into the foyer.

Jack closed the door behind him, and they walked into the dining room. The table was set with fine china and wine was chilling in a stand next to the table. Rich stood while Jack took his seat and then sat down.

"So how are things looking?" Jack asked.

"As good as you had expected," Rich answered.

"Wonderful. Tell me about Mitchell Knight."

A short man with light chocolate skin entered the room and began to serve them.

"He's just as strong as you sensed. Paul and I tried him the other night, and it took both of us to take control of his motor skills," Rich told him.

Jack nodded, a slight grin crossing his face. "Gregg spoiled your fun though, didn't he?"

"Yes," Rich admitted with a hint of animosity.

"Don't worry. Once he has joined us, you will be free to 'entertain' him as often as you please," Jack said, chuckling.

Rich sipped the wine and then started in on his meal.

"Is he seeing anyone other than Mr. Saxton?" Jack asked.

"Not that I know."

"I'll look into that myself then."

"I prepared a file on some other promising candidates," Rich said.

"Good. I'll take a look at that later. It's time to start prioritizing for this year. We have a lot of work to do."

"Speaking of which, when is our next run?" Rich asked.

"Next week. There's a school board meeting upstate that I have a special interest in. Hopefully by that time Mr. Knight will have joined, so we can take him along."

Rich slyly grinned at the possibility of having Mitchell as early as next week. "When will he be getting his 'special invitation?'"

"It's being sent out tomorrow. I plan to see him on Wednesday."

After this information, their conversation moved on to other topics including school politics, new building projects, and their personal lives. Once they finished dinner, they left the dining room to climb the staircase to Jack's bedroom.

Jack shut the door behind them and then took Rich into his arms and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Where shall we go tonight?" Jack asked. "It's your choice."

Rich pulled away and paced the room with a pleased little smile. "How about that little Greek bathhouse?"

"As you wish," Jack answered.

Rich returned to Jack's embrace and looked deeply into his eyes. Out of the corner of his vision, the room began to shift and swirl, forms distorting and resolving into another place.

The steam and heat from the bathhouse was seeping into the changing room which was only a few feet away from the main room and barely separated. Jack began to undress, meticulously taking off his clothes and folding them as he laid them on the bench. Rich was less careful as he quickly stripped himself bare.

Rich admired Jack's trim form. He had thick dark brown hair on his chest and belly. A bush of hair topped off his short penis and underneath his balls were covered with a thick coating of brown hair. As he turned to head towards the bath, Rich watched his buttocks clench and relax as he walked. A thin trail of hair peeked out between the crack of his cheeks.

There were only about a dozen men in the large private bathhouse. All were muscular dark haired Greek men pleased to see one of their friends come for a visit. They smiled and clapped Jack on the back and welcomed Rich in a similar fashion.

Jack and Rich entered the water, allowing its soft warmth to envelop them. A couple of men approached them and started rubbing their backs in a relaxing massage. Strong wide hands released the tension from their muscles.

Rich moved towards Jack in the bath. His handsome, nude, personal masseur followed right behind, not missing a stroke on his expert massage.

Rich put his hands on Jack's thin hips and pressed his naked, wet body against Jack's furry one. He lightly placed a kiss on Jack's lips and ran his hands through the thick mat of hair on his chest.

The masseurs began planting light kisses on the backs of their necks as Jack and Rich began to kiss deeper and with more passion. Then Rich moved down Jack's chest and sought out his tiny pink nipples hidden within the forest of his hair. He lightly nibbled on these before he continued to kiss his way down to the point where the water met his waist.

Rich reached under the water and grasped Jack's little penis. He pulled gently on it and caressed his balls with his other hand. Jack began to respond to this and his penis soon inflated to its full five inches. Rich stroked up and down the length of it while Jack's masseur began to run his hands into the furrow of Jack's ass, parting the round globes and digging at the hole hidden between.

The masseur behind Rich began pouring handfuls of water down Rich's back and then rubbed his hands on the slippery surface. He planted a kiss in the middle of Rich's back before he too began to run his hands over the cheeks of Rich's butt.

Jack reached out and pinched Rich's hard nipples as he started to thrust his hips into Rich's stroking hand. The masseurs fingers were poking into Jack's anus now, stretching it wider for deeper penetration by these long muscular fingers.

Rich's masseur reached around to the front and ran his hands slowly over Rich's red pubic hair and then over his semi erect penis. His hands began to stroke and pull on this organ, working it into its full seven inches. It looked huge compared to Jack's.

He pushed forward now and pressed his body against Jack's again. He rubbed his erection across Jack's belly and felt Jack's hard little erection pressing up against him. Then Jack gently turned Jack around and bent him over. The masseur stood back and got out to sit on the side and watch with the other men.

Jack parted Rich's full cheeks and found his hole just waiting to be plundered. Jack's masseur continued to rub and massage the flesh of Jack's back and buttocks as Jack slowly entered Rich. Once his penis was buried, he began to slowly thrust his erection in and out. He could just see it through the steam and water as it disappeared between his pale buttocks.

The masseur poked his finger into Jack's ass again, and Jack sped up. Soon he was sweating from the heat and exertion as he finally came, spurting his special juice deep into Rich.

They got out then and allowed the olive skinned men to dry them off. Then they lay on chaise lounge chairs by the side of the bath as more lazy sex took place under the waters of the bath.

Just as Rich was about to doze off, one of the dark haired muscular men crept up to him. His hand slid up the length of Rich's leg and underneath the towel which covered him. Rich smiled but kept his eyes closed. The man quietly parted the towel and laid bare Rich's red pubic bush with its fine thick white flower.

His tongue lightly lapped at the head and then the hairy ball sac as Rich's penis began to swell. The man licked his way up and down the shaft a few times before he took the head into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the head and then he slowly lowered his head, taking the rest of the shaft as he continued to swirl with his tongue.

He then drew back to the tip before plunging all the way back down to the base. Up and down. Up and down. Faster and faster. Rich clenched the arms of the chaise and his body tensed slightly as he came, pouring semen into the man's mouth.

Internal Division

By Mitchell Knight

Part 8

In his mailbox on Tuesday, Mitchell received a small white envelope with his name carefully inscribed in calligraphy on the outside. He opened it on the way back to his room and found inside a formal invitation to dinner from Jack Maroe. The date read that Wednesday night at 7pm. The place: the dean's house.

Underneath the fancy script was a few handwritten words in the familiar writing Mitchell had seen on the letter he had received over the summer. It merely read "Hope school is going well."

Mitchell dressed semi formally in dress pants and a light cotton shirt. He thought that way he could ride either extreme: relaxed and formal, and not look too out of place. He found when he arrived that he had dressed appropriately. Dean Maroe was wearing a dark cardigan sweater with dress pants.

"Welcome, Mitchell Knight," he greeted, with a warm genial smile.

"Hi," Mitchell answered, stepping inside.

"Come, have a seat," he offered, sweeping his arm in the direction of the study.

Mitchell headed that way, trying to calm his slight anxiety over being in the presence of the dean of his college. Jack's friendly manner and superb hosting skills helped. Mitchell sat down.

"Would you care for something to drink?" he asked, going to the bar. "Perhaps a soda?"

"That's fine," Mitchell answered.

Jack poured soda into glasses for himself and his guest before returning to the sofa where Mitchell sat. He took a seat across from Mitchell in a leather covered armchair.

"How is school going?" he asked.

"Great," Mitchell answered.

"That's good to hear. Tell me what your major is, and what classes you're taking."

Mitchell went ahead and answered his questions, and they talked for a while about what Mitchell thought of the college, and whether he had any suggestions for improvements. Jack also asked him whether there was anything he could do to help Mitchell in any way to which Mitchell answered "no."

By that time, Jack's manservant had entered the room to inform them that dinner was ready. They moved into the dining room where they were served and started to eat.

"So tell me a little bit about your personal life," Jack said. "How many members are in your family, that kind of thing."

"I'm an only child. My mom decided that one was enough, and my dad agreed with her. He was trying to go with the 'exceptional child' theory," Mitchell said.

"What theory is that?" Jack asked, with a little curious grin. "I'm afraid I've never heard about that."

"Oh, something my dad heard about. Apparently exceptional children, or child geniuses are those who are only children or have siblings at least 5 years apart."

"That's very interesting. I'd never heard that before. You certainly seem to prove that theory correct though," Jack complimented.

"Thank you," Mitchell said, blushing slightly.

"And how is your love life?" Jack inquired casually. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Mitchell choked on his milk and ended up spitting some of it back into his glass.

"Are you all right?" Jack asked, leaning over and placing a hand gently on Mitchell's back.

Mitchell, in the midst of his coughing fit, nodded.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he said, finally.

"I'm sorry. I didn't intend for that question to be so shocking. You are gay, aren't you?"

Mitchell nodded.

"Good. I was worried I had made a mistake."

"No, no mistake. And no, I don't have a boyfriend."

Jack made a mental note of that. Apparently Rich's information source was incorrect about the link between Mitchell and Gregg.

"Mitchell, I think that you will find that I have tried to create an environment here at Marcourt that is especially inviting and accepting of people with sexual orientations that don't fit into the majority," Jack explained.

"Yes, I have found that out," Mitchell admitted.

"Good. I work very hard at finding people who will feel at home here. My goal for this college is to be a place for people to live, learn, grow, and feel safe in. We don't need the harsh, judgemental eyes of society peeking in here and destroying an individual's fragile self esteem," Jack said. He abruptly cut himself off then, and chuckled lightly. "Forgive me, Mitchell. Occasionally I find myself stepping up onto my soap box."

"No, that's okay. I totally agree with you. I just wish there was a way for us to stop so much of the ignorance and hate that goes on in society as a whole," Mitchell said.

"Oh, there are ways, Mitchell. Trust me, there are ways."

"Like how?"

"We'll talk about that later. For now, let's talk about more pleasant things and finish our dinner."

The topic turned to Jack and he told Mitchell some things about his past about how he'd graduated from college with a liberal arts major and then gone on to marry a woman he didn't love to hide his sexual orientation. Later on he'd divorced her once he's felt confident enough to be true to himself and what he needed. Then he'd gone on to work in several gay activist organizations before he moved into the higher education circuit to eventually end up at Thomas Marcourt as the dean.

After finishing their dinner, they moved down to the billiards room to play a couple games. Jack won both times since Mitchell didn't have much practice at the sport. Then Jack left Mitchell to roam freely in his library while he left to make some phone calls.

When Jack returned, he found Mitchell seated and flipping casually through one of the novels.

"What have you got there?" Jack asked.

"Dante," Mitchell answered.

Jack nodded and took a seat next to Mitchell on the couch. Mitchell became uncomfortably aware of how close Jack was sitting to him.

"Ahh, yes, that's quite good. You may take it when you leave if you wish," Jack offered.

"Okay."

Jack reached out with his hand and lightly brushed his hand down Mitchell's cheek. Mitchell flinched slightly at the touch, but remained seated. Jack leaned in and gently kissed the flesh his hand had just caressed. Mitchell shot to his feet.

"Um...I better leave. It's getting late," Mitchell said.

"But we haven't had that talk I promised," Jack protested.

"Maybe some other time," Mitchell said, moving towards the door.

Jack nodded his head slowly and with remorse. "Some other time."

He got up and showed Mitchell to the door.

"You refused him?" Rich exclaimed the next day, cornering Mitchell as he started to leave the cafeteria at lunch.

"What are you talking about?" Mitchell asked.

"You refused Dean Maroe last night," Rich answered.

"What do you know about that?" Mitchell asked, indignant that somehow information about his supposed private dinner with Jack had gotten out, especially to someone like Richard Lord III.

"He offered you everything, and you brushed him off," Rich whispered forcefully into Mitchell's ear.

Mitchell pulled back and started walking out of the room and away from Rich and Paul, who was tagging along silently thus far. Rich followed him out and then grabbed him by the arm and threw him up against the wall.

"I don't like people who treat Mr. Maroe without respect or thanks. How could you pass this up?" Rich asked, shoving his flushed, broad face into Mitchell's space.

Mitchell felt his arms suddenly move on their own, coming up to slide along Rich's back. Then he regained control and hastily pulled his arms back. Rich let him go, his face returning to its normal color.

"Think about it," he said and then walked away with Paul.

Mitchell stood there, breathing heavily before he hurried off to Gregg's room. He knocked and heard Gregg invite him in.

"Mitch," Gregg said, startled to see him. He hadn't spoken to Gregg since their fight the other day.

"Hi, Gregg, can I talk to you?"

He nodded and offered Mitchell a seat.

"I just ran into Rich and Paul, and I was wondering if you knew what was going on," Mitchell said.

"With what?"

"I went and saw the dean last night, and Rich seemed really upset because I hadn't done what I was supposed to. I'm kind of curious as to how he found out, and just in general what the hell is going on."

Gregg nodded deeply. "Did Jack come on to you?"

"Yes."

"But you didn't sleep with him?"

"No. It just felt really weird to have this old guy want me," Mitchell answered.

"He wants you for more than sex, Mitch."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't tell you. You're going to have to go see him and ask him that yourself.

"As far as how Rich knew about what happened, well, he and Jack Maroe have a close relationship. They tell each other a lot you'd be surprised about."

"Why won't you tell me anything else?" Mitchell asked, confused.

"I can't. Just go talk to Jack."

"You're in with them, aren't you?"

Gregg nodded.

Mitchell frowned and got up and started to leave.

"Wait, Mitch," Gregg pleaded.

"What?"

"Can we talk about us?"

Mitchell shook his head. "I need to find out what's going on before I can think about us."

Gregg nodded.

Jack seemed pleased to hear from Mitchell again and eagerly offered to have him come over for coffee later that night. Mitchell agreed. When he arrived that night, they went to the library to drink their coffee among the treasure trove of novels.

"I think there are some things you need to tell me," Mitchell said.

Jack nodded. "Perhaps. But before I answer your questions, I need to know if you plan to join us."

"Join you in what?"

"Securing equal rights and equal treatment for homosexuals," Jack answered.

Mitchell raised an eyebrow. "Of course I'll help with that."

"Good. Then are you ready to accept the power that I offer?" Jack asked.

"What power?" Mitchell asked.

Jack smiled. "You've felt it to a limited extent so far with the things that Rich and Paul have done to you. That's the kind of power I can give you as well."

"What is it? Some kind of ESP or something?"

"Something like that."

"What do you guys use it for?"

"Exactly what I told you. It's used to help fight the injustices against gays."

"How?"

"I think it would be better if you came with us on our next trip. You can see firsthand what takes place."

"Okay."

"Do you want the power?"

Mitchell considered this. He realized that he would be a fool to refuse such a generous gift especially when he knew he could use it to help with a cause he believed in. Although still confused by its specific application, Mitchell answered:

"Yes."

"Follow me," Jack said.

Mitchell followed him upstairs and into the bedroom.

"What are we doing here?" Mitchell asked.

Jack shut the door and dimmed the lights. He moved over to where Mitchell stood in the center of the room. He placed a finger against Mitchell's lips.

"Now is not the time for words. I will give you what you want, just relax."

Jack's hands moved down to Mitchell's waist where he gently untucked his shirt. He slowly lifted it up over Mitchell's smooth stomach and chest. Mitchell lifted his arms to allow Jack to pull the shirt completely off.

Then Jack unbuttoned Mitchell's pants and unzipped them. He slowly pushed these down until they fell on their own to Mitchell's ankles. Jack pushed Mitchell back to sit on the bed before he removed Mitchell's shoes and socks and then pulled off his pants. Jack gently kissed each of Mitchell's toes.

Jack stripped off all of his clothes, and as he removed his undershorts, his penis began to lengthen. Mitchell reached out and gently stroked the round little shaft. Jack hooked his fingers in the waistband of Mitchell's undershorts and slid them off.

Joining Mitchell on the bed, Jack ran his hands up and down the length of Mitchell's torso as he slowly rained kisses down on Mitchell's lips. His hand traveled down farther and brushed over Mitchell's pubic bush before his fingers circled the shaft of Mitchell's erection.

"A trade," Jack whispered in Mitchell's ear just before his tongue darted in and licked.

Then he started to kiss his way down Mitchell's smooth flesh until he knelt between Mitchell's thighs. His hands slowly stroked the lightly furred thighs while his mouth dove in on Mitchell's erection. His mouth moved slowly up and down the length, slicking it up with a good amount of spittle.

His finger ran along the side of his erection as Jack continued to bob slowly up and down. Then he moved his finger past Mitchell's scrotum to the hole laying against the sheets. He slowly inserted this and removed his mouth to murmur:

"Semen for semen."

Then he returned to Mitchell's penis and increased his speed as his finger slid in and out of his anus. Mitchell pumped his hips in time with Jack's head and he thrust his ass forward, impaling himself further on Jack's finger.

Jack slid another finger into Mitchell's ass and sped up even more. Mitchell moaned softly as his breathing sped up and heart rate increased. Jack's fingers and mouth went faster, and soon Mitchell felt himself plunge over the edge. Jack felt the first contraction of Mitchell's anus as the orgasm erupted, and he shoved his fingers all the way in as Mitchell pumped his semen into Jack's mouth.

Once Mitchell lay back, exhausted, against the silk sheets, Jack got up and went to the bathroom to retrieve his lubricant. He came back with it and Mitchell realized what came next. Looking at Jack's stubby penis, Mitchell knew he could easily accommodate it if he could take Gregg's.

Mitchell started to roll over as Jack approached the bed, but Jack shook his head.

"No, stay on your back," he ordered.

Jack climbed onto the bed between Mitchell's thighs and squirted some lubricant onto his fingers. Then he rubbed it along the length of his shaft before he rubbed some into Mitchell's anus. Then he lifted Mitchell's legs and lined up his cock with Mitchell's exposed hole. He slowly pushed forward until he was firmly embedded.

Then Jack lay down, pressing his naked body down onto Mitchell's. He looked deeply into Mitchell's eyes as he began to thrust in and out of Mitchell's anus.

"Do you want it?" Jack asked, still thrusting.

"Yes," Mitchell answered.

Jack placed his mouth over Mitchell's in a deep kiss as he sped up. He thrust faster and faster into Mitchell as he felt his orgasm approach. When Jack came, he felt a tremendous release and great pleasure. Mitchell could tell that Jack had come by the tensing of his muscles. He didn't feel the first shot of semen enter his body in any conventional way. Instead he felt a fire catch hold of his spine and race up his spinal cord to erupt in his brain.

Spurt after spurt entered him, each one bringing the similar sensation of fire sweeping up his back and exploding in his mind. Once he was finished, Jack pulled out and then hugged Mitchell to him as Mitchell felt something open in his mind. Just before he passed out, Mitchell sensed new things about Jack that he had never been able to sense before...

Internal Division

By Mitchell Knight

Part 9

Jack explained the abilities he could expect to tap into now: limited control of another person's body, and, with some effort, mindreading. Jack promised him a training session during the trip they would be making on Monday. Until then Mitchell could experiment if he wished as long as it wasn't too blatant.

After class on Friday, Tim pulled Mitchell aside.

"I was wondering whether you were busy tomorrow night?" he asked.

"No, I don't have any plans," Mitchell answered.

"Then why don't you come over to my place? A friend of mine is in town this weekend, and I've persuaded her to give a little informal reading at my apartment. I think you'd like her stuff. It has a similar surreal feel to it that I see in some of your work."

Mitchell nodded. "Sure, that sounds like it would be interesting."

"Good," Tim said, flashing a wide smile. He tore out a sheet of paper and scribbled down his address. "Come at around eight."

"Okay. What should I wear?"

"Just dress casual. This is a real informal group."

After borrowing Alec's car Saturday night, Mitchell met this informal group of Dr. Blake's friends. They numbered five by the time Mitchell showed up, and then a woman named Barb showed up after him, completing the group. Mitchell recognized a couple members of the English faculty at the college, and then Tim introduced him to a student he'd had a few years ago, Terrence, and their reader for that night, Alice Westland.

"Would you like something to drink before she starts?" Tim asked.

He had let his hair down for the event, something Mitchell had never seen before. The long silky blond hair hung down to his shoulders, framing his face. Mitchell also noticed he was wearing a silver earring of the two male symbols entwined.

"Sure," Mitchell answered.

"I have Coke, mineral water, or coffee," Tim offered, leading him into the kitchen.

"I'll have water," Mitchell answered.

Tim pulled a bottle out of the refrigerator for him.

"I like your earring," Mitchell commented as he handed it over.

"Oh, thank you," Tim answered with a smile. "I got it from a special friend of mine a few years ago."

Mitchell nodded.

"Would you be willing to read one of your poems for us tonight?" Tim asked.

"Me? Read?" Mitchell asked, surprised.

"Yes. I think I'm going to try and get everyone to read something tonight. It's kind of a sharing session with Alice being the one who gets to read the most."

"I didn't bring any poems with though," Mitchell protested.

"Don't worry," he soothed, grinning. "I have some of your stuff here with me. If you want to read, just let me know, and I'll get them for you."

"Okay."

They returned to the other room where the others had gathered. Mitchell sat down next to Tim on the sofa and listened to the chatter for a while until Tim interrupted the conversation to prompt Alice to start reading.

This older woman who looked to be about forty was short and she wore loose green clothing: pants, a cotton blouse, and a plain gold necklace. She had short black hair and very severe features with a small nose and a few wrinkles around her eyes.

She lit a cigarette just before she picked up her book.

"I need to have a smoke to get started," she explained with a faint smile to indicate her humor.

She breathed in and out the smoke as she danced through her first poem. Mitchell was enthralled from the first stanza and let her weave a warm and weird black blanket around his form with her words. She touched the poet in him, as he was sure she did for every other poet and artist in the room.

When she finished her selections for the evening, there was some respectful clapping and one of the women, Mitchell thought her name was Denise, asked her about one of the poems that dealt with feminist history.

"Who will read for us next?" Tim asked.

"I will. I've got something here that I've been working on for the past couple of weeks," Terrence spoke up.

"Go ahead," Tim urged.

This former student got up and took Alice's place at the center of the dim cozy room with its plump old furniture and the hazy atmosphere from cigarette smoke. He read his most recent work and subjected himself to criticism since he still felt it wasn't quite right.

A couple more brave souls took to the spotlight before Tim leaned over and whispered in Mitchell's ear to see if he wanted to read.

"Sure," Mitchell answered.

"Wonderful!" Tim said aloud. "Mitchell has decided to read for us. Just hold on and we'll go find a piece for him."

Tim got up and motioned for Mitchell to follow him. Inside Tim's cramped bedroom was an unmade queen size bed with Aztec prints on the sheets. His room was covered with different art prints. A few of them were of homosexual subjects like the one over his bed of two men kissing.

"Ahh, here we go," Tim said, pulling out a piece of paper from the pile on his desk.

He presented it to Mitchell. Glancing over it, Mitchell saw that it was one he'd written just a couple of days ago and handed in. It dealt with his hurt feelings following the incident with Gregg.

"Would you be willing to read this?" he asked.

Mitchell considered it for a while, and he realized that after some of the very personal subjects that had been shared already that night, it would only be fair if he were forthright as well. Besides, the poem was good, Mitchell liked it, and it dealt with a subject everyone could relate to.

Reading it before his attentive, intimate audience was an invigorating experience. He felt quite pleased once he'd finished and the applause rained down on him.

"Good job," Tim whispered once he sat down.

"I don't know, I just can't get him out of my mind," Gregg explained to Tony as they headed back to Gregg's room after working out Saturday night.

"You should really cheer up. It's been a week now. Get over him," Tony said.

"I know. I should. It's just that--"

Gregg had opened the door to his room and flicked on the light. His words stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of Jim and Eric standing almost completely naked in the middle of his room. They both only wore white jockstraps over their bulging cocks.

"What are you guys doing here?" Gregg asked with a chuckle.

"We're here to cheer you up," Eric explained.

Blankets and pillows had been thrown on the floor of the room. Tony smiled and closed the door behind him. Jim walked up to his friend and kissed him open mouthed on the lips. Gregg returned the kiss, feeling the beginning of the blond goatee on Jim's chin and upper lip against his face.

"Wow, this is really great. What are we going to do?" Gregg asked with a raised eyebrow and a big smile indicating that he knew full well what was about to happen.

"Come here, and we'll show you," Eric said.

Gregg dropped his towel and moved into the center of the room to stand on the blankets. Eric drew his friend against him and kissed him. Jim ran his hands up and down Gregg's back and over his buttocks.

"Let's get you out of these clothes," Eric suggested, pulling away.

Jim started pulling up his T-shirt from behind while Eric squatted to pull down Gregg's shorts and jockstrap. By the door, Tony had shed his clothes and was now walking over to join them, completely naked.

Tony got on his knees behind Gregg and pulled apart his buttocks to get at the clean little pink asshole. His tongue darted out and forced its way as far into the hole as it would go before he started swirling it around inside. Gregg let out a satisfied moan.

"You're getting the full treatment tonight," Eric promised.

He kissed his way down Gregg's neck to his nipples and alternated between the two licking and biting them. Jim started kissing Gregg and engaging him in a passionate tongue war.

Then Eric was on his knees in front of Gregg and was taking his swiftly hardening dick into his mouth. He gently licked the head and then poked his tongue into the slit. Then in one swift gulp, he brought all of Gregg's erection into his mouth; it poked against the back of his throat. Then he slowly drew back, keeping his lips tightly locked on Gregg's penis.

"Okay, Gregg, it's time to get on all fours," Tony ordered.

Jim pulled away from Gregg and smiled. He slipped out of his jockstrap to reveal the trail of dark blond hair that ran from his navel to his crotch where his six inch erection proudly thrust into the air. Eric moved out of the way and removed his jockstrap also while Gregg got on his hands and knees.

"Nope, face the bed," Tony ordered.

Gregg moved into that position, and Jim sat down on the bed, offering his erection for sucking. Gregg gobbled on his penis. Tony lubed up Gregg's wet hole really good and then slowly thrust his slick dick into his friend. Eric laid on his back underneath Gregg and continued to suck on Gregg's erection while Tony began thrusting in and out.

As Tony's thrusting became more vigorous, Eric felt the increased pounding Gregg's ass was taking, so he worked harder on making Gregg come. He was successful. Gregg came, spilling his salty seed into Eric's mouth.

The contractions of Gregg's ass sent Tony into an orgasm as he pumped his come deep into Gregg's ass before collapsing against his friend's back.

After his orgasm, Gregg was able to make Jim come. Then they all collapsed in a heap on the floor, breathing hard from the exertion. Tony crawled over to Eric while the Jim and Gregg continued to languidly stroke each other's naked flesh. He engulfed Eric's erection and quickly brought him to orgasm.

"So, did we cheer you up?" Jim asked.

"Oh yeah," Gregg answered, kissing Jim.

Internal Division

By Mitchell Knight

Part 10

Mitchell found that he didn't have any problems getting out of school for the two day trip Jack was taking him and a few other students on. His teachers casually nodded when he explained he would be gone for a couple days on a school sponsored trip with the Dean. They gave him the homework assignments and told him to have a good time.

They took a plane Monday morning to Tennessee and then rented a van to go to the hotel. There were seven students who had been chosen to accompany Mr. Maroe for this trip. The only one Mitchell knew was Rich. Every opportunity Rich got on the plane ride, he made a lurid sexual remark aimed at Mitchell.

At the hotel, Mitchell found he would be sharing a room with a Black student who was a couple years holder than him. As they unpacked, Mitchell snatched glances of his companion. He was quite attractive with a firm, trim body. Mitchell entertained thoughts of him and Mark later on...

A knock at the door distracted Mitchell from his fantasy. It was Rich, rounding them all up for a trip to a local hospital for lunch.

"Why are we going to the hospital?" Mitchell asked Mark as they left the room to join Rich.

"It's a part of Jack's humanitarian efforts," Mark answered.

"What do you mean?"

"You're new, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then I guess Jack hasn't told you about the 'side effect' of these powers," Mark said.

"No. What's the side effect?"

"Immunity to AIDS," Mark answered.

"Really?" Mitchell asked in disbelief.

Mark nodded.

"Jack sometimes is contacted by people with the disease who have heard about him, and he'll go see them and cure them," Rich cut in.

"Doesn't anybody notice?" Mitchell asked.

"Nope. Those he cures just quietly disappear," Mark answered.

They reached the van and got in. At the hospital they all waited outside the patient's door while Jack went to work. When Jack finished they all went to lunch.

That night Jack briefed them on the school board meeting they'd be attending. A teacher had just come out to a principal in the school system, who had decided to fire him over it. The teacher had appealed to the school board. The controversy over this gay grade school teacher had reached the community, and people were divided over the issue.

Jack showed them the pictures of the two school board members who were the leaders of the movement to get rid of the teacher for good.

"Rich and Loren, you're on Ms. Paula Rice," Jack said, handing her picture over to them for closer inspection.

"And Carl and Tim will have Mr. Gary Lippman," Jack continued, handing over the other picture.

"Mark, Joe, and I will be in charge of crowd control. Understood?"

They all nodded.

"And Mitchell, you'll observe."

Mitchell felt himself getting caught up in the excitement as the briefing came to a close. He couldn't wait to see what happened at the meeting that night.

The small school auditorium was nearly packed when they arrived. They sat down in the back row. A table was set up on stage for the school board members. They soon took their places and began discussing issues. Soon they reached the topic Jack was concerned with.

"Now to the issue of Mr. Hinkle. Is there any discussion on the resolution to reinstate him?" the Chair asked.

"Yes, I would like to speak to this," Paula Rice spoke up.

"The Chair recognizes Paula Rice."

"Thank you," she said. She then appeared to jerk slightly in her chair and then blink in confusion before she said. "I realize in the past I've said some things which would indicate that I would not be in favor of this resolution, but I'd like to say that I've changed my mind.

"In the past few days I've done some soul searching and I've realized that a man's sexual orientation doesn't determine the level of their teaching ability, and that's really what this issue should be about.

Therefore, I believe Mr. Hinkle's termination was unjust, and he should be reinstated."

Looking down the aisle, Mitchell saw Rich and Loren with twin expressions of pained concentration. Their eyes were glazed over as their eyes remained fixed on Paula. Mitchell heard gasps and tiny cries of surprise from some people in the audience as Paula's words rained down on them.

The meeting continued and another shocking converted testimony, this time from Gary Lippman, was heard. Then they opened the mikes to those in the audience who wished to comment. Many people came forward in support of the teacher while the opposition was strangely silent.

Mitchell grinned and felt a surge of adrenalin as he realized how carefully orchestrated this all was. Jack had done a magnificent job of applying their powers to help the school teacher. Mitchell couldn't wait until he could use his powers to help.

The school board voted unanimously to reinstate.

Afterwards Mitchell went back to Jack's room to receive instruction. By the time he left Jack's, he felt as if he had a pretty good grasp of his powers.

Returning to his room, he walked in on Rich, Joe, and Mark on Mark's bed. Joe was pulling off Mark's underwear, and his large dark uncircumsized penis was exposed to Mitchell's eyes.

"Oh, excuse me," Mitchell apologized.

"Join us," Rich said, grinning. He grabbed his erection and waved it in Mitchell's direction.

Mark flashed his cute, boyish smile at Mitchell as Joe put his mouth around Mark's cock. Mitchell closed the door and went to the game room where Loren was playing billiards.

The next morning Mitchell woke before Mark and went to take his shower. As he ran his soapy hands all over his body, he gently stroked his limp dick. His hands ran over his pubic hair and then over the soft flesh of his penis. He pulled gently on his cock while his other hand strayed under his balls to finger his anus.

After closing his eyes and letting the soft pleasure he was giving himself flow into his mind, he imagined he was stroking Mark's uncut dick.

He watched it get bigger as his own enlarged under his fingers.

"Why don't you take the real thing?" Mark enquired, pulling back the shower curtain.

Mitchell twitched in shock, and snatched his hands back from his crotch. His penis stuck out from his wet pubic hair, and Mark's eyes casually stared at it while his cute smile relaxed Mitchell.

"Don't worry, it's just me," Mark reassured him, noticing Mitchell's glances behind Mark's body.

Mark slipped out of his jockey shorts and climbed into the shower with Mitchell, pulling the curtain closed.

"Here it is, now why don't you do to it just what you were thinking," Mark suggested.

"You read my mind?" Mitchell asked.

Mark grinned and nodded, stretching out his arms to run his hands down Mitchell's wet chest. Mitchell took Mark's penis in his hand, testing its weight in his palm. Then he took his other hand and ran his fingers over the whole skin covering Mark's penis.

The soft touches from Mitchell's hands caused Mark's penis to lengthen until the dark red head popped out from its covering. Mitchell's eyes now traveled over Mark's body, admiring its black sculpted form. He was like a work of art.

"Thank you," Mark whispered, leaning forward and kissing Mitchell lightly on the lips. Mitchell returned the kiss.

Then he got down on his knees in front of Mark and took his seven inch erection in his mouth, slowly sucking him in almost to the base. Then he pulled back slowly and gently lapped at the head. He then ran his tongue around inside the skin under the head.

Mark placed a hand on the top of Mitchell's head and then his other on Mitchell's shoulder and started to gently push and pull Mitchell on his erection. Mitchell went with the movement, increasing the speed of his mouth on Mark's erection as Mark indicated.

Soon Mark was thrusting quickly into Mitchell's willing mouth. Mitchell lost himself in the experience, enjoying the feel of his hard uncircumsized cock in his mouth. It kept pistoning in and out. Mitchell sensed only the movement and Mark's dick. The hot water struck his back without notice.

Mark let out a small gasp and then shot his semen straight down Mitchell's throat. His hands gripped the skin of Mitchell's shoulder and his hair tightly as he shot again and again.

When he was done, he lifted Mitchell up and pulled him into his arms for a long kiss. He could taste his own sperm in Mitchell's mouth. Then he reached around behind Mitchell and shut off the water.

He pulled open the curtain and grabbed a towel. He dried off Mitchell and then dried himself off.

"C'mon," Mark urged, tugging on Mitchell's hand and pulling him into the bedroom.

Mark went to his suitcase and pulled out some lubricant and then got on the bed. Mitchell joined him, taking the KY from him. He greased up his erection, and then parted the cheeks of Mark's ass to dab his hole.

Then he placed his cock at the entrance and slowly pushed forward.

Mark's asshole easily accomodated Mitchell's length and he shoved backwards against Mitchell's crotch once he was all the way in. Mitchell watched as his white cock thrust in and out of Mark's black ass. He sped up. White on black. Black on white.

As he was about to come, he quickly pulled out and stroked himself to the finish. His white come sprayed all over the cheeks of Mark's ass. White on black. The image transfixed Mitchell's poet mind.

Mark rolled over and smiled. He pulled Mitchell down next to him and kissed him forcefully on the lips.

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.

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.

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 an 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?"

"Nothing."

"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.

Internal Division

By Mitchell Knight

Part 14

A few weeks later Mitchell was sitting curled up on the couch in one of Tim's bathrobes watching TV. A news report relating the account of a murder of a homosexual businessman at the hands of a group of skinheads proceeded to stir Mitchell's rage.

"Can you believe this?" Mitchell asked Tim as he came back from the kitchen with two mugs of tea.

"What?"

"A bunch of fuckin' skinheads killed this guy because he was gay," Mitchell answered. "Just when you think everything is okay and people are becoming more open-minded something like this happens!"

Tim nodded. "It's tragic. Human life is so precious, but so few people recognize that."

"I'd like to go out there and talk some sense into those damn people, and I'm using the term loosely."

"I don't think anything you could say would change their minds. People like that are so full of fear and hatred that they can't be reasoned with."

"Then I'd just like to go out there and pound their faces in."

Tim shook his head. "Never forget, Mitchell, that the pen is mightier than the sword. Save your anger and channel it into writing that can bring about change."

Mitchell frowned as he looked at Tim.

"Doesn't any of this ever make you mad?" Mitchell marveled.

"Yes," Tim admitted.

"Don't you just want to scream when you realize stuff like this happens all the time or when you look at how society treats gays and other minorities? Don't you just want to become the dictator of the US for a day so you can change all the ridiculous laws we have to deal with?"

Tim chuckled. "That's a nice fantasy, but you can't force anyone to change what the think and believe. Forced change isn't real change and in the end it will only backfire.

"Besides, I look at how far things have come. Twenty years ago homosexuality was a mental illness and gay marriages were unheard of. Today it's not an illness and homosexuals can legally marry in some places. I'm not saying things are perfect. There are still many improvements to make, but you can't make them by holding a gun to someone's head and saying 'you will believe this or I'll kill you.'"

Mitchell nodded, understanding Tim's logic and realizing that bothered him.

"Then what do you think we should do? How can we make these changes?" Mitchell asked.

"Education. I really think that's a key. I still can't believe it when I hear people who still think homosexuality is a choice. Just the other day I heard that a couple of Christian psychiatrists think they can 'cure' people who are gay. I mean please! Can you 'cure' someone of heterosexuality?"

Mitchell chuckled. "I'd like to see that."

"And we've got to stop defeating our own cause. Supposedly there are 'gays' and 'lesbians' who testify to being 'cured.' Nonsense like that doesn't help. I really doubt it they were truly homosexual to begin with, but do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yeah," Mitchell answered. "But let me ask you something. Now this is a completely hypothetical question."

"Yes?"

"Like the time you asked us if we could have any power in the world, what would it be?"

Tim nodded.

"Would your power be to be able to make people accept homosexuals?"

"That depends on how it happens. If it comes about by people getting and accepting the facts, then sure. But if it happens through brainwashing, then no."

"You would have to qualify your answer," Mitchell teased.

"Of course," Tim answered, smiling.

Mitchell put down his tea and laid back on the couch, pulling to robe open to pubic hair.

"Why don't you come over here and qualify me?" Mitchell suggested.

Tim grinned. "I like that idea."

He slid up Mitchell's body to lay on top of him and kissed him.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I love you," Mitchell answered.

"I love you too."

The invitation to the banquet arrived that following week, and Mitchell was still weighing what Tim had said against the triumphant exhiliration he had felt when controlling the city council member. Disturbing questions had begun to crowd his mind since that conversation. he wasn't sure he could continue working with Jack, and from the rumors he'd picked up form Rich and Alec, something big was coming up.

Slipping into a suit for the occasion, he joined Gregg, Eric, and Tony and walked over to the banquet hall. Three tables were set up, and after checking their invitations at the door, they went in and found their name tag. Alec was already there and Mitchell found his name tag next to him.

"Hi," Mitchell said.

"Hi," Alec answered.

Alec had become very involved with Jack and Rich since gaining the powers. Mitchell realized he would have done the same if he hadn't gotten into a relationship with Tim. A smile flitted across his face as he thought about his lover and the love he'd found.

Mitchell and Alec chatted and caught up with each other as others entered the room. Soon all three tables were full. jack soon came out and sat at the head table with Rich and Mark. Then they all started in on the delicious meal.

Jack stood up as people were finishing the dinner and began to speak.

"I wanted to thank you all for coming tonight. I'm sure you'll find this meeting quite rewarding. We have something quite ambitious planned for the next couple of months. It's going to require quite a feat of coordination, but I think we can do it.

"We're heading for Washington DC."

Mitchell's eyes narrowed.

"Each of you will be receiving a folder with photographs, dates, and detailed instructions. Take some time to look these over and get back to Rich, Mark, or I and let us know if you can handle your assignment. New arrangements can be made if necessary."

Alec got up and helped pass out the folders. When Mitchell received his, he opened it up and found one of his targets was the senator from North Carolina who had a problem with Mitchell's favorite artist. Under other circumstances Mitchell would have been overjoyed at the opportunity to get even.

After some discussion, the banquet broke up and Alec invited Mitchell back to his room to listen to the new Concrete Blonde CD.

"This is really good," Mitchell commented during the first song.

"Yeah," Alec agreed. "Some of the songs are a little more experimental that their last CD."

Mitchell nodded. "Are you going to DC?"

"Of course. I've been looking forward to this for a couple of weeks now. I'm paired up with Paul for next Thursday. I can't wait."

"This'll be your first time?"

"Sort of. I went to a rally in Oklahoma, but I didn't really do anything. I just got to watch."

"Doesn't any of this bother you?"

"No. Why should it?"

"Look at what we can do. We're taking over people's bodies and making them say and do things they wouldn't ordinarily. That just doesn't seem right."

"Those same people are the ones who've been controlling us for years. I think it's a fair trade."

"But don't you wonder what happens after we leave? What if they go back on what they say and ruin what we did?"

"Has that ever happened?"

Mitchell shrugged.

"Then I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure Jack has everything under control."

"If they don't believe in and agree with our ideas then there's always that possibility that after we free them they'll go back and undo our work," Mitchell continued.

"Maybe, but sometimes they won't have a choice. What's done is done and there's nothing they can do about it."

Mitchell frowned in exasperation. He just couldn't seem to explain himself or get through to Alec. The phone rang before he launched into his next attempt.

"Hey, Alec, do you want to come over and have a little fun?" Rich asked.

"Sure," Alec answered.

After hanging up the phone, Alec turned to Mitchell and explained what was going on. He said he'd walk Mitchell back.

"It sounds like you're having second thoughts," Alec said on their way over to Mitchell's dorm.

"I'm not sure," Mitchell answered.

"I hope you're with us on this DC mission. I know you're one of our strongest members, and we're counting on you."

Mitchell nodded. "I know."

Back at the dorm they said goodbye. Mitchell headed up to his room, and Alec went and knocked on Rich and Paul's door.

Paul answered it wearing only a pair of pants.

"Hey there, Alec. Come in," he enthused.

"Hey guys. So what's up?" Alec asked, entering the room.

"A little fun in the shower," Rich answered, stripping off his shirt. "Get a little fresh meant."

He tossed Alec a towel. "Get undressed and put that on."

Alec followed orders and then went with Paul and Rich up to third floor. Nobody was in the showers; Rich went and turned on a couple right across from each other. He pulled Alec into the stall with him and let Paul take the other for himself.

Rich ran his hands over Alec's body, stroking an erection out of him. Across the way, Paul watched and stroked himself. Alec then felt Rich placing downward pressure on his shoulders, so he went down on his knees and began a lazy blowjob.

The door to the changing room opened then and a tall, thin freshman entered wearing gray sweatshorts and a towel draped over his shoulder. He had short black hair with long bangs falling over his left eye. Dropping his shorts revealed a firm white ass with black hair. His cock was small with a thin coating of hair at the base.

He started for the showers but was brought up short by the spectacle in the first two stalls.

"Why don't you join us?" Rich suggested, leering as he ran his hands through Alec's wet curls.

"Uh...no thanks. I don't go for that kind of thing," the freshman answered.

"You don't know what you're missing," Rich said, winking at Paul.

They invaded the young man's mind and pushed his feet into joining Paul. His hands jerked into position at Paul's crotch where he began to stroke Paul's erection.

"Hey, guys, if he doesn't want to, don't make him," Alec argued, getting to his feet.

"But Alec, this is all a part of the fun," Rich answered, running his hand down Alec's back and grinning.

They were now forcing the freshman to his knees where he took Paul's erection into his mouth.

"A good suck and fuck with a couple of guys'll be good for him," Rich continued.

"No, c'mon, stop it," Alec pressed.

Paul shook his head in despair as he released his hold. Rich let go too. The freshman got to his feet and stumbled back into the changing room.

"That'll teach him to come in here alone," Paul said.

Rich got to his knees and drew Alec's erection into his mouth. Paul stood between their stalls, directly behind Alec, and parted his ass cheeks. He slid his erection into the crack and then inched his way into Alec's tight anus.

"Since you let him go, I guess you'll just have to do," Paul said, sliding home.

Paul grabbed hold of Alec's thighs and started his quick long thrusts into Alec. Rich continued to suck at Alec's penis, running a hand over the furry round globes of Alec's balls. Occasionally he'd slide his hand farther back and catch Paul's smooth scrotum in between thrusts.

Alec leaned against Rich's broad body as he came, all the strength leaving his body with his semen. Behind him Paul kept thrusting until he came. As he was pulling out he heard a sharp groan from behind and then large hot splashes of liquid against his back and legs.

He turned to find a short, 5'8", lean, 130 lbs, blond freshman milking his considerable penis.

"That was a great show," he said, smiling at them as his erection began to wilt.

"If it was so great, you can come over here and pay," Rich said, pointing to his raging hardon.

"Sure," the new freshman answered, pushing past Paul and Alec before getting to his knees.

His spirited blowjob had Rich coming quickly.

"So, do you guys do this thing every night?" he asked, standing up.

Rich smiled. "We just may start if you're interested."

Internal Division

By Mitchell Knight

Part 15

Mitchell awoke and stretched lazily in Tim's bed. Then he lay there smiling as he thought about the wonderful caring man who slumbered next to him. He rolled over and watched Tim's chest rise and fall as he lay on his side facing Mitchell. A strand of blond hair fell against Tim's face.

Brushing this aside, Mitchell lightly kissed his eyes and lips. Then he brushed the hair away from Tim's ear and blew a puff of air into it. Tim jerked awake and grabbed Mitchell, pulling him in close and kissing him.

"Good morning," Tim said.

"'Morning," Mitchell answered, grinning.

Shifting his leg, he brushed up against Tim's erection.

"Well, well, well. It seems as if someone is horny," Mitchell said, grasping Tim's cock.

"Yeah? What are you going to do about it?"

"This," Mitchell answered, smiling. He slipped under the covers until his mouth found Tim's erection. He ran his tongue around the tip before slipping it into the slit. His hands cupped Tim's smooth balls as he drew more of Tim's long shaft into his mouth.

"I like this," Tim murmured, stroking Mitchell's hair.

Mitchell dove down to the base and then pulled back up slowly as his hand caressed Tim's scrotum. Then he licked the tip again before moving down the shaft. He began to speed up and moved his hand from Tim's scrotum to his nipples where he pinched and twisted, bringing soft moans of appreciation from his lover.

Tim began to pump his hips in time with Mitchell's sucking. He placed his hands against the back of Mitchell's head and gently urged him on. Mitchell's speed increased, and Tim's thrusting grew more desperate until he erupted inside Mitchell's mouth, spilling his early morning seed into his lover's mouth.

Mitchell pulled away after gulping it down and moved back up the length of Tim's body to give him a long and passionate kiss.

"I hope that helped," Mitchell said.

"Oh, it did," Tim grinned. His right hand slid down Mitchell's chest to lightly grasp Mitchell's erection. His other hand lightly stroked Mitchell's back.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Mitchell asked.

Tim pulled gently at his penis. "You'll see."

He started to disappear under the covers, but Mitchell jerked away.

"I don't think so. I want to take a shower," Mitchell said, grinning.

He got out of bed and turned to watch Tim. Tim only shrugged and hopped out of bed to wrap his arms around Mitchell. They walked into the bathroom, and Mitchell started the water for the shower. Mitchell stepped inside and Tim followed.

Tim grabbed the soap and ran it over Mitchell's back. Then he turned him around and washed the suds from his back before running soapy hands over Mitchell's pecs, nipples, and belly. He twirled Mitchell around again to wash this from his chest, and then he ran his hands over the smooth globes of Mitchell's ass.

He slid them over and around and then in the crack. Mitchell spread his legs, allowing Tim easier access. Taking advantage of this, Tim soaped up a finger and poked it lightly at Mitchell's hole. Then he stepped aside to have Mitchell turn to face him.

Tim got down on his knees and took Mitchell's now limp penis in his mouth. He stuffed it all in and then pulled orally on Mitchell's cock. As Mitchell's penis began to respond, Tim slid his finger back into Mitchell's anus to slowly tease it apart for some leisurely thrusting.

Mitchell leaned back and relaxed, allowing Tim to make slow love to him. He smiled as Tim expertly brought him to the edge of an orgasm and then let him down to work again to bring him to the edge. Having been together so long had given them the opportunity to get to know each other's bodies and how they worked.

Tim let him down again and just as Mitchell's breathing started to slow, it sped up again. Tim sucked and thrust quicker now, and he didn't stop. Mitchell's hands clenched in Tim's shoulders as he pushed himself deep into Tim's mouth. His semen spurt out of him as the strength of the orgasm washed over his body.

After gulping down the semen, Tim stood up, and they kissed. They finished off their shower and returned to Tim's bedroom to get dressed.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Tim asked.

"An omelet, of course," Mitchell answered.

"Okay. Let's do it Western style this morning," Tim suggested.

"Fine by me."

Tim moved into the kitchen, and Mitchell followed. Helping in any little way he could, Mitchell soon sat down with Tim to two delicious omelets.

"Did you hear about that bill that was introduced in Congress yesterday?" Tim asked.

"Yeah."

"How about that? Expanding gay rights. Do you think it'll pass?"

"If Jack has his way," Mitchell mumbled.

"Huh? What does Jack have to do with it?"

Mitchell brought a forkful to his mouth, decided against eating it, and set it down. He leaned back in his chair and sighed.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

"What?"

"There's things going on here that you don't know about - that hardly anybody knows about."

"On this campus? That's not too surprising--"

"Something big. Something that's affecting the whole country."

"What?"

"Dean Maroe has these abilities, and he's able to give them to others like me. I can read minds and control people and so can everyone else he's given these powers to."

Tim nodded.

"Do you believe me?"

"Of course. Go on. Why is he doing this?"

"So that things will go his way. Like this bill in Congress. He's going to fix it by taking control of certain members in the House and Senate."

Tim nodded. "So that's what all these trips with Jack have been about."

"Yes."

"And you've helped him do this?"

"Yes," Mitchell answered. "But I'm not going to any more. I just don't feel right about it."

"Good, but now we've got to figure out what to do about Jack," Tim said.

"We can't do anything about him," Mitchell protested. "He's going to go ahead and do whatever he wants because he's so powerful. If I can convince others to not go on this mission, maybe then it will all fall apart. First I'm going to go talk to him and tell him that I don't want to help any more."

"Okay. I'll let you handle this for now, but if you need any help, you let me know."

"I will," Mitchell promised.

Internal Division

By Mitchell Knight

Part 16

Alec and Richard headed over to Jack's dressed in casual suits. Alec felt a thrill to be included in this secret meeting with the upper members of the school.

"Come in," Jack greeted them.

They followed him into the study and sat down.

"I'm glad you could make it, Alec," Jack said.

"No problem."

"Would either of you care for something to drink?" Jack asked.

"No thanks," Alec answered.

Richard shook his head.

"Then let's get to the reason I called you here. Our young Mitchell Knight. Have either of you noticed any changes in his behavior?"

"No," Richard answered.

Alec frowned as he thought hard about it.

"I think he may be in the process of turning against us," Jack continued.

"Oh, yeah. At the banquet. He did seem a little different. He was questioning me about how I felt about all of this. He seemed confused," Alec said.

"Yes, and I know the source of that confusion. Mr. Blake."

"Professor Blake?" Richard asked.

"Yes. They have been lovers for quite a while now. I'm going to have to fire him, so we can bring Mitchell back in line."

"Fire him?" Alec asked. "Isn't that a little drastic? Professor--"

"This calls for drastic measures. We can't lose someone like Mitchell. Not now. Don't worry though, I'll make sure he finds a job somewhere else."

Alec nodded.

"And after he's gone, I can find out how loyal Mitchell is."

"How are you going to do that?" Richard asked.

"You don't need to worry about that. Are you two up for a little recreation?"

"Yeah, sure," Richard answered, smiling.

Alec nodded.

"Good. Take my hands," Jack said, getting to his feet.

They followed him up, and each took a hand. Suddenly the room around them shifted. Colors and shapes swirled, dissolved, and then reformed in a small lavender bedroom.

It was dominated by a kind sized canopy bed. The pictures on the wall were all of nude men. A chair sat in the corner.

"What happened?" Alec asked.

"We teleported. That's another ability I have," Jack explained.

"Really? Can I do it too?"

"No. You know the full extent of your powers already."

Jack went to the door then and disappeared into the dim corridor outside, closing the door behind him.

"Where are we?" Alec asked.

"One of Jack's little love nests. Each one has a special little feature."

"What's special about this one?"

"You'll see," Richard answered with a secretive smile.

Alec went and sat on the bed to wait out the short period it took for Jack to return. Alec looked up expectantly, and when he stepped out of the doorway, he revealed the "special feature."

A short young boy stood there. He couldn't have been more than thirteen and only wore a tight pair of red bikini briefs and a silver hoop in his right ear. He had short blond hair and wide green eyes accentuated by black eyeliner. His lips were enhanced with red lipstick, and they stuck out on his smooth pale flesh.

Jack closed the door after the boy stepped in.

"Go ahead, Alec, get undressed. We'll let you have him first tonight. This kid's ass is so tight you'd swear he was a virgin," Richard cackled.

'Have sex with this boy?' Alec wondered. 'They've got to be kidding. What is he doing here? Are they controlling him to have sex with us? How could they do this?'

The boy walked over to the bed and sat down beside him. His red lips formed a smile as he looked up at Alec.

"Gerard, this is Alec," Jack introduced them.

"Hi, Alec," Gerard said in a high voice. His little hand snaked between Alec's thighs to lightly grab his basket. Alec shivered at the touch.

"C'mon, Alec, get undressed," Richard urged. He and Jack were already stripped down to their pants.

What could he do? Alec realized he couldn't say no to Jack.

Once Alec was naked he lay back and let Gerard fondle him. He remained limp throughout this, disgust at the proceedings overwhelming any sexual desire.

Disappointed, Gerard moved into the heavy artillery. His hot little mouth engulfed Alec's penis. It went to work with a passion, and soon his erection stood proud between his legs.

Jack settled on the bed next to Alec and slowly stroked Gerard's back. Richard pulled off the red briefs to reveal the boy's little penis with a brush of blond pubes. Then he started lubing up Gerard's anus.

Once it was ready, Gerard removed his mouth and scooted forward to line up Alec's erection with his hole. Slowly sitting down on it, the boy sucked the erection into him. Alec had to admit that the tight hotness of the boy's hole sent delicious tingles down his cock.

Soon Gerard was bouncing up and down on Alec's cock, appearing to get as much pleasure as he was giving. Alec forced his orgasm out to get it over with. His hot semen poured into the boy with a lot of it spilling back out.

Gerard stood up and moved over to Jack whom he kissed. Richard got on the bed behind and started eagerly licking out the boy's cum filled hole. slowly explored Gerard's smooth flesh, and then his mouth found those same places. Soon he was buried between Gerard's thighs, sucking on his hard little cock.

Richard slicked up his erection and began to slowly feed it into Gerard's anus. Alec sat in the chair and stared at the wall as he tried to ignore the groans and screams of pleasure coming from the bed.

Internal Division

By Mitchell Knight

Part 17

Mitchell pulled out a piece of paper to get ready for class. Once the last student had settled in, a short older man with a briefcase stepped in the door.

"Is this Creative Writing?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Good." He walked to the front of the class and set down the briefcase. "My name is Professor Charles Dranal. I'll be finishing off this class this semester. Professor Blake has left Thomas Marcourt to pursue another job."

Left? Mitchell couldn't believe it. Tim hadn't even called him to tell him about this. Something must be wrong. Mitchell found it difficult to concentrate in class and his thought continuously returned to Tim.

'A new job? Where? Why?'

Mitchell raced out of class afterwards and looked for the nearest phone, but he didn't really want to talk to Tim. He wanted to be with his lover. He wanted Tim to hold him in his arms and tell him everything would be okay. Tell him he could go along wherever this new job was. Tell him...

And suddenly the intensity of his desire translated into the physical world. Colors and shapes blended and twisted and dissolved until Mitchell stood in Tim's bedroom.

"Mitchell!" he exclaimed, turning from his closet.

Mitchell collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Tim asked as Mitchell came to.

"I think so...that was some trip."

"It sure was. Is that another aspect of your powers?"

"Well...it must be, but I didn't realize that I could do that until today. It's just that I wanted to be with you so bad because I didn't understand why you were leaving, and I was worried about you, and--"

"Jack found out," Tim answered.

"He did? How?"

"I don't know. Maybe we couldn't have ever really hid anything from him. Who knows what kind of abilities he has. You said he was very strong, and had more talents than anyone else.

"But regardless, he knows. He told me to resign without a fight, and I would still be able to get a recommendation, so I could work somewhere else."

"Why would he do that though? Our relationship isn't hurting anyone. He surely can't argue that it's creating problems on campus since--"

"I don't think it has anything to do with that."

"What is it then?" Mitchell asked.

"Have you talked to anyone about these doubts you've been having?"

"Just Alec."

"I'm sure he found out about that then. I think Jack sees me as a bad influence on you. He just wants to get me as far away from you as possible, so you'll go along with this plan he has to take over Congress."

"You aren't leaving, are you?"

Tim smiled and reached out to stroke Mitchell's cheek.

"Of course not. Not without you."

"But I want to stay here. This is a good school, and I like it here. There's got to be some way we can work this out. He can't just force you to leave and make me do what he wants."

"He can though. He knows about our relationship, and if anyone else found out, they wouldn't look too favorably upon it."

"I'll talk to him. I'll try and make him see that I don't think this is right, but it was my own decision. I won't bring your name up. Maybe I can get him to understand and leave us alone."

"Be careful," Tim urged.

"I will."

Mitchell teleported back to his room later to try out this new power. This time, since he was prepared, he didn't end up fainting. He just felt a little dizzy from the sensation of displacement and his use of energy to get there.

Then he called Jack's office and got the secretary. It turned out he'd just left for a meeting out of town, but Mitchell made an appointment to see him the next afternoon. Then he went ahead and attended the rest of his classes for the day since he couldn't get anything accomplished that day.

"Hey, Mitchell," Gregg called as Mitchell headed back to his room after class.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to go eat?"

"Sure."

He dropped off his books in his room, and then joined Gregg for dinner. They ate alone at a small secluded table.

"I haven't seen much of you lately. It's like you've got a boyfriend or something," Gregg said, smiling goodnaturedly.

"No, no boyfriend," Mitchell lied.

"Really? I've got to assume that's by choice. Nobody as cute as you could possibly be without a boyfriend."

Mitchell smiled. "Thanks, Gregg. No, I don't know what it is, I just don't have one."

Gregg nodded slowly and then was quiet for a few moments before he tentatively started to feel out the situation.

"Mitchell, I've been kind of thinking lately about us, and what we had--"

"Gregg--"

"No, listen," Gregg stopped him, holding up his hand. "Just let me talk for a second."

Mitchell shrugged and continued to work on his meal as Gregg talked.

"You know how I said before that I wasn't really ready for a commitment? That I wanted to date other people for a while?"

Gregg didn't bother to wait for an answer from Mitchell before continuing.

"I guess I realize now that that's kind of stupid. I'm not giving people a fair shake that way. How can I possibly get to know somebody and find out if they're someone I want to share my life with if I get them in bed without having said more than ten words to them?

"I get the feeling that what you and I had could have been something really great, Mitchell. A lot of time has passed since we broke up, and I realize that I want another shot with you. I feel like I can make an exclusive commitment to you and see how things work out."

Mitchell just sat in a light shock for a while after all of this poured out of Gregg's mouth.

"I don't know what to say, Gregg..."

"Then let's do it. What do you say? Meet me in the shower in fifteen minutes?" Gregg asked with a sly grin. It was as if confessing what had been on his mind had brought back his energy.

"Great!" Gregg said after the silence went on for more than five seconds. He jumped to his feet. "Fifteen minutes."

And then he was off while the whirlwind of thoughts in Mitchell's head continued to swirl and churn. What was he going to do? He obviously couldn't tell Gregg about Tim even though Jack already knew because now they were pretending it was over. Mitchell didn't really have a very good excuse why he couldn't join Gregg for a private shower after dinner, and yet the idea of cheating on Tim was yanking at his heart. But it looked like he didn't have a choice. He would have to have sex with Gregg in order to avoid creating any suspicion.

"I hope you can understand, Tim," Mitchell whispered. "I'm doing this for you. Just a little longer and then we'll be together."

Mitchell finished his dinner and then headed back to his room where he stripped down to his underwear and grabbed a towel. Stepping into the showerroom he could hear one of the spigots going at full force in the last stall. After slipping out of his underwear and draping his towel over the hook, he entered the room and headed slowly for that stall.

With the curtain open, Mitchell could see Gregg with his face towards the wall. The water from the spigot sprayed down on his dark hair and then trickled down his broad back. Mitchell watched it trail down to those firm butt cheeks and then down his hairy legs. A flush came over Mitchell as he remembered his first impression of Gregg on moving day when he'd admired this sexy body in tight shorts. Now here it was again for the touching.

"Enjoying the view?" Gregg asked, turning his head and smiling.

Mitchell smiled. "Of course." He realized that Gregg was probably able to read the surface impressions of lust which were beginning to develop as he stood there naked staring at Gregg's firm body.

"C'mon in. I got the water all warmed up for you," Gregg said, stepping aside to allow Mitchell at the water. This gave Mitchell a clear view of Gregg's large cock nestled in the dark brown wet pubic bush. It started to elongate as Mitchell watched, so he averted his eyes and stepped into the warm spray.

Gregg moved behind him and started running his hands over Mitchell's back. Then Gregg took the soap and started gently washing Mitchell's back before moving downwards to caress and soap up his ass. Gregg turned Mitchell around and rinsed off the suds as they pressed lips and then mouths and then tongues.

"Oh, Mitchell, I'm so glad we're together again," Gregg whispered before going in for another deep mouth kiss.

Then he twirled Mitchell around again and kissed the nape of his wet neck. His strong hands moved around to Mitchell's chest and pulled his body back into Gregg's. Mitchell could feel Gregg's erection sliding between his legs. Gregg worked his way down Mitchell's back, planting firm kisses along the way. His hands on Mitchell's chest caressed and kneaded the flesh. At his nipples they stroked and pinched lightly. Mitchell felt himself getting into it as he ground his butt back against Gregg's erection and watched as his own penis began to grow between his legs as the action heated up.

Gregg knelt behind Mitchell and kissed and bit the smooth flesh of Mitchell's buttocks while he worked a finger up Mitchell's anus. Mitchell continued grinding his ass into Gregg, enjoying the feel of Gregg's tongue, lips, and teeth on his cheeks. Gregg's finger poked and prodded, getting Mitchell ready for his cock.

When Gregg got so heated up he couldn't stand it any longer, he shot to his feet and aimed his cock at that pink hole. He thrust forward quickly, not bothering to go slow in pleasing himself, so there was some pain for Mitchell. He called out softly, and tried to jerk away, but Gregg held him tight against his body and slid his erection home. Once he was in all the way it felt fine to Mitchell, and he relaxed. He put his hands on the wall in front of him as the water continued to shower down on he and Gregg, and Mitchell bent over slightly as Gregg started pounding his cock into Mitchell's ass.

His hands dug into Mitchell's sides as his orgasm approached. His thrusts became deeper and faster until he finally thrust as far forward as he could and froze for a second as his climax shook his body. Semen shot deep into Mitchell's bowels until Gregg collapsed, completely drained.

Once Gregg's dick softened, Mitchell felt it slip out. He turned around and held Gregg in his arms. They kissed lightly until Gregg smiled.

"That was really great. Now do me," he said.

Mitchell moved behind Gregg and thrust his cock into Gregg's anus with as much care as Gregg had shown. Gregg took it without any complaints, and then Mitchell was slamming away until he came as well.

"Yeah, Jack, everything's okay," Gregg said into the mouthpiece.

"You're sure?" he asked.

"Of course. He had sex with me, didn't he?"

"Yes, it would seem that my getting rid of Tim was the right decision. When I talk to Mitchell tomorrow I should be able to get rid of any of his lingering doubts. Good job, Gregg."

Internal Division

By Mitchell Knight

Part 18

Mitchell put on a dark suit in order to put Jack in a good mood for what Mitchell imagined would be a touchy conversation. As far as Mitchell could tell, he figured in as a key figure in the Washington mission, and he couldn't imagine Jack taking it very well that he had decided to drop out.

"Mitchell Knight to see Dean Maroe," Mitchell told the secretary.

"Come on in, Mitchell," Jack called from his office where the door was open just a crack.

Mitchell pulled open the door and entered. Jack nodded at him from the desk. Mitchell closed the door behind him and took the seat Jack gestured to.

"It's good to see you. How are you doing?" Jack asked.

"I'm fine."

"Glad to hear it. What can I do for you?"

"I wanted to talk to you about the Washington mission...and any other trips like that one."

"Okay, go ahead."

"I...I've been having some second thoughts about this whole thing. I'm not really sure that it's right for us to go out and force people to do what we want them to. Even if it is for a good cause."

"Mitchell, what are you talking about?" Jack asked, chuckling goodnaturedly. "I thought you understood our work. I thought you were all for it. At least you were the last time I talked to you."

"I was then. But I've just been thinking about it ever since, and I can't help how I feel. I just wonder how it feels for those people to have all control taken away from them and to have things that they would never normally say come spewing out of their mouths. And then I wonder--"

"Mitchell, Mitchell. It's merely fair play. Their kind have been controlling us for years now. It's only time to turn the tables and even things out by controlling them right back. How else do you think we're going to make progress in receiving equal rights?"

"Not this way. It's just not right."

"Isn't there anything I can say to change your mind?"

"No. I feel bad about what I've done, and I don't want to do it anymore, and I don't think any of us should do it anymore."

"Are you planning on stopping me?" Jack asked, his pleasant demeanor completely erased as his facial features bordered on menacing.

"I'd like to be able to convince you that what you're planning is wrong."

"I can see that Dr. Blake has corrupted you far beyond any hope I have of bringing you back to us."

Surprised that he'd brought up Tim, Mitchell paused for a moment before he seized that opportunity.

"Dr. Blake has nothing to do with this. I came to this decision all on my own, and if you'd just think about it, you'd see--"

"I would see that I've lost one of my better agents. But this is a war after all, and I guess in war you sometimes have to sacrifice one of your own."

With a sigh, Jack reached into the bottom drawer of the desk...

"What are you talking about?" Mitchell asked.

...and pulled out a gun. He brought it up and aimed at Mitchell. Clicking off the safety, he said, "It's unfortunate it will end this way, Mitchell. You could have done so much for the cause."

Mitchell teleported.

Jack sat in shocked silence for a few moments while his brain processed Mitchell's sudden disappearance. Then his eyes widened at the implications, and he reached a decision. He put the safety back on the gun, and reached out with his mind to find Mitchell. He immediately teleported to Mitchell's dorm room.

"No, death is not the answer," Jack began as he stood over Mitchell while he lay in bed, recovering from the jump. "I can see I seriously misjudged you, but I'll make up for that. I'll get you back even if I have to shatter your mind into a thousand pieces and glue them back myself."

Jack bent over and grabbed Mitchell's chin. His eyes looked deep into Mitchell's, and a swirling black vortex overtook Mitchell...

Mitchell awoke in bed wearing nothing but the wine colored silk sheets. He could hear the water running in the shower off to his right. Turning his head he could see through the open door of the bathroom to the clothes discarded on the floor within.

He sat up in the king size bed and looked around the hotel room, wondering how he'd gotten there and who was in the shower. The room was immaculate, none of his own clothes were scattered anywhere in sight which was cause for another mystery. This quickly left his mind though as the water was turned off.

Mitchell could hear the curtain slide open and the sounds of someone toweling off. Before he could call out to ask who it was, Mark suddenly stepped into view in the doorway.

"You're awake," he said, smiling.

Mitchell admired the contrast between Mark's silky chocolate skin and the white fluffy towel he'd wrapped around his waist.

"I guess I should have waited, and we could have taken a shower together. Oh well, I guess I could always hop back in there, if you want."

"No, that's okay," Mitchell answered.

"You mean you want to do it in bed?" Mark asked. "What a novel place to have sex."

He dropped the towel to reveal his uncut cock as it hung thickly between his legs. It was slightly hard but not yet sticking out from his body.

"This may seem like a strange question, but where are we?" Mitchell asked as Mark crawled onto the bed.

Mark chuckled. "I know you had a lot to drink last night, but surely you remember where we are."

Mitchell tried to remember but realized as he did so that things were kind of fuzzy in his mind ever since Jack pulled the gun on him.

"We're in Washington. Remember, we're here to control the vote in the House. Things went great yesterday, thanks to you."

He bent in then to kiss Mitchell.

"We were all really worried when we heard you were thinking about dropping out, but we're glad you reconsidered."

"Is everybody up?" Gregg's voice called from the hallway which led to the outside door.

"Yeah," Mark called back.

Gregg slipped into the room and walked over to the bed. He, too, was completely naked and his dick was halfway to an erection.

"Mitchell here must have had way too much to drink last night. He doesn't even remember where we are," Mark told him.

Gregg chuckled as he crawled onto the bed on the other side of Mitchell.

"I told you to relax a little, but I suppose it's okay."

His lips brushed Mitchell's in a quick kiss.

"Are we going to have a little fun now?" he asked.

"I'm up for it," Mark admitted, gesturing to his now erect penis.

Gregg chuckled and reached out to gently stroke its length.

"I still don't re--" Mitchell started.

Mark's lips landed swiftly on Mitchell's partially opened mouth, smothering them in a deep kiss.

"Why don't we do the same thing we did last night, maybe that'll jog his memory," Gregg suggested, winking at Mark as he came up for air.

"Good idea."

Mark pulled the covers away from Mitchell's body and slipped his hand down between Mitchell's thighs to fondle his limp cock. Gregg kissed Mitchell's nose and then his lips. His hand started stroking Mitchell's chest while Mark moved down to crouch between Mitchell's legs where he sucked his cock into his mouth. Once inside that warm, dark cavern, Mitchell's manhood came to life, extending to its full length and brushing against the back of Mark's throat as he plunged down to the root.

Gregg straddled Mitchell's face and aimed his own erection for Mitchell's mouth. With the treatment Mitchell was receiving, he willingly forgot all thoughts about how he'd gotten there and opened up to suck in Gregg's cock. Gregg thrust forward with each pull of Mitchell's mouth in order to shove more of his length into Mitchell.

"C'mon, Mark, slide on over here, and you can get in on this too," Gregg urged.

Mark laid down lengthwise beside Mitchell with his mouth still firmly locked on Mitchell's cock as he continued his satisfying blowjob. His cock stuck out at an angle by Mitchell's shoulder with the head now peeking out of the foreskin. Gregg shifted both knees over to one side and bent over to take this erection in his mouth while Mitchell continued to work on Gregg's. The threesome sucking lasted for a while until Mark broke it off for some more intense action.

"I really need a cock in my ass now," he said. "How about you, Mitchell."

Mitchell took his mouth from Gregg's cock and smiled. "Sure, anything to help you out."

"Great."

Mark laid on his side and lifted his leg into the air. Mitchell slid over and laid on his side. First his finger found the hole which was somehow already slicked up with lubricant. His finger easily slid in, and then he used his other hand to guide his erection towards the opening. It quickly replaced his finger, and then he started thrusting slowly in and out between those dark brown buttocks.

As Mitchell continued his thrusting, Gregg laid down behind him and started slowly rubbing some lubricant in Mitchell's anus.

"Oh, yeah, Mitch, that feels great," Mark said.

Gregg started to slowly inch his slick cock up Mitchell's anus while Mitchell continued to fuck Mark. It was a tricky maneuver, but soon he was home. Then he went ahead and matched his own rhythm with Mitchell's, and then he and Mitchell were both thrusting home quite quickly into the anuses presented before them.

"Oh, Mitchell, what a great show," a distinctly familiar voice groaned from the end of the bed.

Mitchell looked down to see Tim standing there stroking his erection.

"Keep going," he urged. "I'm just about ready to come."

Mitchell thrust into Mark's ass again and then stopped. Suddenly all of the inconsistencies of this event crashed in on him.

"This isn't real," Mitchell whispered.

"Unh!" Tim groaned as he spat his load across the top of the silk sheets.

"This isn't real!" Mitchell shouted.

Suddenly the bedroom evaporated, and Mitchell sat on a cold black floor with darkness all around him.

"That was only the first round," Jack's voice boomed from above and echoed throughout Mitchell's mind.

"Where am I?"

"You will be mine. You will obey me," Jack chanted, his voice growing louder and louder in Mitchell's mind until he blacked out again.

Internal Division

By Mitchell Knight

Part 19

When Mitchell hadn't come to see him when he'd promised, Tim had started to get worried but not overly concerned. Now that he was in his second day of waiting for Mitchell, he realized it was time to go looking.

As he was getting ready to leave the house, a knock came at the door. Behind it stood Alec Ralac with his face set in serious lines.

"Alec, come in," Tim urged.

Alec nodded, and without a word he entered. He took a seat on the couch.

"What brings you here?" Tim asked.

"I'm worried about Mitchell."

"You are? Why?"

"I haven't seen him in a couple of days, and...there are some...things that happened before he disappeared that make me kind of wonder if he's okay."

"What things, Alec?"

"Look, I know you and Mitchell had a thing. That's why I came to you. I figured you were probably the only other one who would care that he was missing. Nobody else seems to have noticed."

"I guess I don't need to ask how you found out about Mitchell and I."

"Then Mitchell must have told you everything," Alec stated.

"About Dean Maroe and the 'missions' he was leading? Yeah, I know about everything."

"Okay, then I don't have to explain much. A few days before Mitchell disappeared, Jack called Rich and I to his house. He told us that you had been seeing Mitchell and had turned him away from us, so he was going to fire you."

Tim nodded.

"Then he also said that he was going to 'test' Mitchell's loyalty after you were out of the picture."

"'Test' him? How?"

"He didn't say. He told me that wasn't anything I needed to worry about."

"And now Mitchell is gone. Do you think Jack harmed him?" Tim asked.

"I don't know. Before...well, I'm just not sure anymore. We better find him and make sure he's okay."

"And the first place we should look is Jack's house," Tim said.

Alec nodded.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you coming here telling me about this? Aren't you with them?"

"I was, but something happened. I'm not sure I want to be on their side anymore. I'm going to be on my own side for now. Mitchell was--is a good friend, and if he's in danger, I want to help him."

"Thanks, Alec. We'll find him. I'm sure he's okay."

'He's got to be okay.' Tim repeated forcefully in his mind.

Wearing dark clothes to easily make the night their silent ally, Alec and Tim ran across the edge of campus towards the dean's house. They bent low as they approached and skirted the outer part of the lawn where tall pine trees grew in a line. Making their way to the back, they crawled over to the house. Tim found a small window that would let them into the basement. This slid open easily from the outside, and then he just pushed out the screen. It was a tight fit, but both he and Alec made it through.

Once inside, Tim turned on his flashlight to reveal a musty old storage room. He went to the door and opened it on a corridor. Across the way and down a couple of feet on the other side was another door. He paused to listen for sounds of another person down there with them. Hearing nothing, they proceeded to the next door. Tim slowly pushed it open and shined his light inside.

There, strapped to the bed lay a sweaty, naked Mitchell. His cock pulsed between his legs as he thrashed in some dream or nightmare. Semen had dried all along his naked flesh.

"Mitchell!" Tim exclaimed.

He ran to the edge of the bed and shook him. Alec ran to the other side and started undoing the straps that held his hands.

"He won't wake up," Tim said.

Alec paused at Mitchell's feet where he'd moved to undo those straps.

"He's trapped in some kind of mind lock with Jack," Alec explained after he'd delved into Mitchell's mind.

"Can you do anything?"

Alec nodded and closed his eyes. Shortly both his and Mitchell's snapped open.

"Mitchell," Tim sighed in relief.

Mitchell smiled and wrapped his arms around Tim. They hugged fiercely as if they would never let go.

"Mitchell, he knows!" Alec interrupted.

Mitchell pulled away and nodded.

"He's coming, I can feel him," Mitchell agreed. "You've got to help me, Alec. We've got to stop him, or he'll kill all of us."

"No, we should run. You're free now, we can just run and get away."

Mitchell shook his head. "He won't let us. He knows how strong I am, and he won't be satisfied until he either has me back or kills me."

"Very true, Mitchell," Jack admitted from the doorway.

He flicked on the overhead light and gazed in on the occupant's of Mitchell's cell.

"Dr. Blake," Jack said, nodding to him. "I'm very sorry you decided to get yourself involved in this."

"Jack, this is ridiculous. What you're doing isn't right. You--"

"Shut up, Tim."

"Alec, help me?" Mitchell whispered one last time.

Alec nodded.

Before Jack could utter another word, Mitchell forced his way into Jack's mind with Alec lending his own strength and skill. Once inside, Mitchell swam deep into the dark recesses of Jack's mind where all of his secret desires were packed inside a steel cage. Mitchell and Alec picked the lock and let them slither free unchecked.

Suddenly the interior of Jack's mind was turned into a large sexual playroom. A king sized bed stood at the center with a closet next to it that contained cuffs, whips, and other leather articles. A magazine rack stood along one wall and it was full of magazines with naked children on the covers or leather scenes and some had naked Greek men in ocean scenes. Jack's naked form appeared inside the room.

"You can't hold me here!" Jack yelled up at them.

"I'll do whatever I damn well please," a voice growled from out of Mitchell and Alec's sight as they watched from above the room.

A burly, muscular man strode right for Jack. He wore a black leather hood and tight black leather shorts which hugged his muscular ass and powerful thighs. Black leather bracelets with steel spikes adorned his wrists, and he held a whip at ready by his right side. This cracked just inches from Jack's surprised yet faintly pleased face.

"Get on your knees," the man ordered.

"No," Jack protested quietly.

The whip cracked across Jack's shoulder, and he gasped but then smiled at the pain. The whip struck again, and Jack dropped to his knees.

"Take off my shorts and suck my cock."

Mitchell and Alec moved silently through the edges of Jack's mind and continued to add more mind traps to ensure Jack would remain within that trap where he would play out his fantasies until he died.

When Mitchell and Alec finished their work and made sure everything was secure so Jack couldn't escape, they returned to the room for a final look. Jack was bent over the bed, and the leather man was slamming his monstrous cock into Jack's tiny ass. They could see a look of pure satisfaction on Jack's face.

Then twin blond boys who looked to be about ten years old appeared in the room. They were both wearing heavy makeup on their eyes and lips and nothing else. Jack smiled as they approached him. One knelt between Jack's legs and took Jack's little cock in his mouth and started sucking on it. The other climbed onto the bed and sat down in front of Jack's face, presenting his own little dick for Jack to play with.

"C'mon, Mitchell, let's go. He's not going anywhere for a long time," Alec said, turning away from the scene.

Mitchell nodded. He disappeared from out of Jack's mind as the leather man erupted with a full gorilla roar. Mitchell returned to his sticky body and hugged Tim again.

"It's over. Now we've just got to dismantle the organization he started," Mitchell explained.

"Which shouldn't be too tough with Jack out of the way," Alec said.

"We'll get to that soon enough," Tim agreed. "But right now I want to take you home with me and hold you close for a few days."

Mitchell grinned. "That sounds wonderful."

The End

And so ends Internal Division. I hope you enjoyed it and aren't disappointed with the ending. Now I'm planning on taking a little vacation. I do have one more story left to post called "Jared" but I wrote that a while ago. For now I need to rest and try and find some new inspiration in order to give a breath of fresh air to my stories. (I'm afraid as far as the sex scenes go they've gotten a little predictable which I don't like to see.) Thanks to all who've encouraged me along the way. You're the reason I keep writing.

Mitchell Knight 7-13-94