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Internal Division (MM, college)
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 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.


				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.


				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. 


				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. 
