Little Squirrels Can Climb Tall Trees, Michael Murphy [best books to read for self development .txt] 📗

Slowly I worked a second finger into Kyle’s ass, gradually loosening him for the eventual third finger. It was obvious that Kyle was anxious for more by the way he kept raising his hips and pushing back onto my fingers, but I would not be rushed in this.

As requested, a third well-lubricated finger joined the first two. Kyle paused for a moment, held still as his body adjusted to the additional stretching. I could tell he craved this contact, that he needed this as much as I did.

When Kyle lifted his hips, I slid a pillow under his hips, elevating his butt. I withdrew my fingers from deep inside Kyle’s ass, tore open a condom package, and got my rock-hard erection armored and ready to plunder the fortress.

I applied ample lube to myself and then to Kyle, and moved forward to give us both what we so wanted, what we had each craved from the other. When the head of my erection touched Kyle’s body, Kyle made a sound that was something between a whimper and a whine and a moan and a cry. I took that as encouragement. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pushed forward and slid into Kyle’s waiting body. For his part, Kyle opened his legs and relaxed his muscles.

Gently but firmly I sank inside Kyle’s body. I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t a race. When I hit bottom, I gently dropped my weight onto Kyle’s back and lay still for a moment, kissing the man’s shoulder and neck.

“Oh, God! That feels so fucking good!” Kyle said along with an involuntary shudder as his senses were probably assaulted from seventeen directions simultaneously.

“You doing okay?” I asked quietly.

“Better than okay. God, I want you. Please! Fuck me, please!”

“Your wish is my command,” I answered as I slowly pulled my erection back until just the head rested inside Kyle’s body. Kyle was apparently afraid that I was going to pull out completely, and he didn’t want that, so he tried to lift his ass to hold on to my retreating penis.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

I slid my dick back inside Kyle’s body. A momentary pause, and then the cycle repeated. And then again. And then again. Gently, I was now moving in a continuous fashion—pull back, push inside, pull back, push inside. The age-old rhythm of life. Up-down. In-out. Push-pull. Advance-retreat. Kyle’s ass felt like a glove designed just for my dick. It felt like a thousand fingers all simultaneously massaging my already excited erection. Kyle’s body was white hot with passion.

Kyle whimpered and begged for more, nearly in tears with need. He spread his legs as wide as possible to give me the utmost access to his body. I picked up speed, giving my friend what he obviously wanted and needed, fucking him with a more firm, decisive stroke. Kyle begged for more. I complied. And before long our two bodies were slapping together in a never-ending cycle of need and fulfillment.

On one stroke I rammed my erection in Kyle’s ass, making Kyle’s eyes roll back in his head as the head of my penis slid over his prostate. Kyle gave up trying to construct entire sentences and simply lay still, chanting over and over and over again, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

By that point, the intensity with which I was fucking my friend was sufficient to make the bed frame bump against the wall. Kyle grabbed the sheets with each fist and simply begged, “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I fucked like a man possessed. A man possessed of just one purpose in life—to do what he was doing now and fuck Kyle, to give Kyle the ride of his life, to show Kyle what he had been missing.

Piston-pumping in and out of Kyle’s well-stretched hole, I felt the signs of my approaching orgasm. I knew the end was coming, but I wasn’t ready for the exquisite feelings I was experiencing to ever end. I threw myself into Kyle, using my entire body to try to propel my seven inches deeper into the man’s body. If it were possible, I would have crawled into him along with my erection.

I had wrapped my arms around Kyle’s body and was holding him tightly. “I’m… I’m… I’m gonna cum!” I screamed, thrashing on top of him, holding my throbbing erection deep inside Kyle’s body. As he came, wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy hit my brain. My entire being started and ended in my penis as the orgasm washed over me. It was all-consuming. A thousand points of light flooded my brain, all the most exquisite things I had ever seen.

I gasped, held my breath, breathed deep, gasped, and shuddered with delight. Some of the most primitive parts of my brain were in overdrive—the drive to have sex and to experience the unique feeling that came with that activity was hard-wired in the most primitive part of a man’s brain. Men were programmed to fuck as much and as many times as possible with as many mates as possible to ensure the widest spread of their genetic material. It was an ancient command written into our base code. It was hardwired into our being, and as much as people liked to deny the fact, thousands of years of experience begged to differ.

The two of us together rode out my ejaculation. After what felt like gallons of cum had shot out of my body—clearly the largest ejaculation in recorded history—I collapsed on Kyle’s back and let my face fall to rest on his shoulder.

Both of us were quiet for a moment.

Kyle spoke first. “I can feel your heart beating against my back.”

I wasn’t sure if the power of speech had returned yet, but I tried. “It’ll slow down in a minute.”

“That was amazing!”

“See what you missed that first night?”

“I knew. Why do you think I kept after you? Pursued you so relentlessly?”

“I thought you were just a stalker,” I joked.

Kyle laughed and rose up on