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Ivy League Picnic By Motn007 My first week as Professor at the ivy-league school was stressful. I had finally gotten the opportunity to teach the theory of "True Theatrical Spirit”, as I like to call it. Despite my excitement at my first post, I was nervous as I introduced myself for the first time to my students. My appointed graduate assistant, much to my surprise, was 30 years old, much older than the rest of the seniors at this college. His name was Gordon. After the first class he followed me back to my office. He must have thought I was mad as I collapsed into my chair and promptly rested my head on my desk. "You OK?" I heard him tentatively ask. "I'm fine. Thank you." He sat down quietly in a nearby chair and watched while I rested my head. I could sense him staring at me. I peeked out of one eye to see what he was doing. Catching me peek, he twiddled his fingers, waving at me. I started to laugh. Sitting up, I stared back at him and laughed some more, shaking my head in disbelief at his silliness. "I think you did fine. They like you," he said. "Thank you. I needed to hear that," I said. "I know." This was the very second it happened: I realized that this man was probably the most compassionate person I had ever known. I suddenly felt as if I had known him all of my life, but never had taken the time to ask him his name. He smiled warmly at me for a few more seconds and then stood up and stretched. "I'm planning on eating my lunch on The Grounds…wanna join me? I always bring plenty." "Sure. Why not?" And so we were off. "The Grounds" was actually a grassy patch of land that was almost in the middle of a wooded area just outside of the campus town. It turned out that his father owned the land. There was a nearby pit for bonfires, a picnic table, and a flattened area where a tent had probably been set up recently. "Come here often?" I asked, trying to sound cliché on purpose. "I camp here all of the time," Gordon replied. When he opened the large basket he had brought along, he pulled out a large, thin blanket, which we spread on the ground before us. We set out plates, cups, a thermos, napkins, chicken, fruit, and cheese. "Aren't picnics supposed to be less work?" I asked "Sit down and eat," Gordon said sternly, and then smiled. As we ate our lunch, I discovered I have never eaten food that tasted this good. "You've got a small piece of chicken on your chin," I said, reaching to wipe it off. "Not like that," said Gordon, intercepting my hand with his. His eyes said it all. It's hard to explain the connection we had, but I knew exactly what he meant. I set down my chicken, got up on my hands and knees, crawled to be close to him. I licked the chicken off his chin. Gordon, who had picked up a grape, put it in his own mouth and held it between his teeth. Laughing, I took it from him using my lips. Before long, he pushed the various lunch items out of our way and pushed me down and pounced on me. God, he was strong. Was I that strong ten years ago when I was his age? He was pulling my shirt up and over my head before I knew what had happened and before I could get a good look at him, he was sucking greedily on my nipple. I arched to meet that fevered tongue. My hands were raking through his spiky dark hair. When he kissed a trail to my neck and softly bit my shoulder, I thought I would weep with gratitude. I tried to reach down and touch him. I wanted badly to reward him for what he was doing for me. But he stopped my travels and said, "No. Just let me…" With these words, he pinned my arms above my head and gave me a warning look, wordlessly instructing me not to move. He kissed and nipped what seemed like a trail of fire down to my navel. When he dipped his tongue in I unconsciously thrust up to meet him. His hands kneaded my thighs as I secretly prayed that he'd "head south" with that delicious mouth. Without any effort at all, he undid my pants and helped me wiggle out of them. He pulled my briefs down as well. He kissed my thighs and calves as his hands smoothly ran up and down my legs. I was beginning to get frustrated that he was touching me everywhere but where I needed. Suddenly, as if Gordon could read my mind, he looked up at me and said, "Tell me what you want…what you need. Come on, baby, I want you to." My mouth dropped open. I don't think anyone had ever said that to me before; and never with such fervor and sincerity. "I need you to touch me there," I said finally. I inclined my head slightly so he'd know exactly what I meant. I doubted that he'd misunderstand. When Gordon finally did touch me, his hand lightly brushed the underside of my cock and feathered delicately along its length. I thought I would jump out of my skin. "God…Gordon, do that again." And so Gordon did. His touch was so incredibly seductive and perfect. "Where did you ever learn…" I started to ask, but he interrupted all coherent thought when he took me into his mouth completely. As he sucked he softly fingered my balls with one hand. I instinctively let my knees drop apart as he touched me in this manner. Gordon now was taking one finger and rubbing it along that area of flesh behind my balls while he continued to lick my manhood. I was doing my best to contain my sanity and failing happily. It wasn't until he finally slipped an index finger into me that I finally lost all control. Gasping, I sat partway up and pulled him over on top of me. Kissing him fervently on the mouth I whispered, "I need you inside of me…can you do that?" Gordon smiled devilishly. He got off of me and stood and finished stripping his clothes off. God he was perfect…and naked…he was absolutely beautiful. I won't tell you he had rippling muscles or that he was tan, or that a thin layer of sweat shined on his body. Instead, he was taut and hard and I could see his chest rise, as his breathing seemed to quicken. Some of his spiky hair was matted to his forehead with sweat. To me, that was perfect. He got back down on me and kissed me. His fingers continued to ready me as I fought an early climax. I reached down to touch his beautiful piece when he whispered, "I wouldn't do that quite yet, unless you want an early finish." I pulled back knowing that was the last thing I wanted. He continued to work me and kiss me and turn me into a mental midget: all I could do was whimper. When he finally repositioned himself above me, I steadied myself, not knowing what to expect. Yes, this was my first sexual encounter of this nature. Oral sex was as far as I have ever gone. Whether he knew this or not, I'll never know. But when he gently pushed inside of me, it was the most completely marvelous thing I had ever experienced. He pushed and paused long enough for me to adjust. He then pushed again. My fingers dug into his shoulders. I was overcome from the incredible sensation of feeling so full. "More…" I pleaded. He complied. Little by little, he entered me as he rocked slightly. When I could feel his body pushed flatly against mine, I was delighted to know this beautiful man was fully inside of me. I pushed up slightly and got his attention. I pulled him down for a kiss before pushing up again. My own cock lay erect between us. When I reached toward it, he stopped me. "Don't yet. I want you to just feel me inside of you," he said. Then he began to thrust. He was right. As I lay there with my eyes closed, the reality of how good this felt was way beyond what my own fantasies had dictated. God, it was intense. As he thrust in me I could feel my body relaxing. It was as if we were one. I pushed up to meet him as his thrusting increased. When he slowed his thrusting down, he rested on my upturned legs and reached between us. He stroked my cock slowly using the same erotic strokes he had done earlier with his mouth. As he touched me like this, I could feel myself nearing climax. I had just started to tell him when he removed his hand braced himself. He then began to pound away at me and I nearly screamed in ecstasy. I could feel it building for both of us. When he finally met his release he screamed, triggering mine as well. I could feel my insides convulse around him. He was panting, while he continued a gentle thrust inside of me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. "Don't move…stay right where you are," I hissed. And so there we lay, for almost a half an hour. Gordon, though spent, remained inside of me, and I held him close, listening to him breathe. What a picnic.