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

as one, for the next sixty seconds, while I moved to and then over the edge of one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced in my life. And I’d had a few orgasms before in my life—both alone and accompanied by other men. This one was good. This one was really, really good. This one blew all of the others away. This one cleared the hurdle with room to spare.

As my orgasm started to subside, I collapsed on top of Kyle in the same boneless fashion Kyle had experienced just a moment earlier. I slipped out of Kyle’s ass and gently lowered the man’s legs to the bed, then rolled over to lie next to him on the bed.

Kyle rolled to lie facing me. “I can’t believe what I’ve been missing all these years.”

I raised my head and looked at Kyle. “You’ve….”

“No. Not until you.”

“You’re kidding me! You’ve never been fucked… until me?”

“No.”

“Holy sweet fucking Jesus!”

“My mother would disapprove of what you just said on so many levels.”

“Tough. She’s not here! You’ve never?”

“I’ve used…. I have….”

“You have a dildo?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve fucked yourself with a dildo?”

“Yes.”

“But never the real thing?”

“No.”

“Holy sweet fucking Jesus! I fucked a virgin?” I asked in utter disbelief. “I didn’t know they made virgins anymore!”

“There’s one less now.”

“I was your…. I’m your first,” I said, not as a question but as a statement.

“Yes. You were my first.”

Kyle looked like he was afraid I was going to laugh at him, to mock him. He apparently didn’t expect what I said. “I’m so grateful you decided to… to give me the honor, to share the moment with me. That’s awesome! Thank you! Was it okay? Did it make you feel good? Was it good? Did I hurt you? Was it what you expected? You should have told me! I would have been more gentle with you.”

“Slow down! One question at a time.” He moved forward the last few inches that separated the two of us, kissed me lightly. “Yes. It was awesome. No, it didn’t hurt. And no, it wasn’t good—it was abso-fucking-tively the best experience of my life! And it wasn’t what I expected—it was way more than what I expected. Because it was with you.”

We kissed again, this time more slowly, gently. Kyle ran his hand through my hair, then pulled me over and on top of him while he rolled onto his back. I put my head down on Kyle’s chest and was quiet for a moment.

“I can feel your heart.”

“Can you feel how happy it is?”

“Yes,” I said with a smile.

“Good.”

Chapter 10

WHEN we finally hauled ourselves out of bed and washed the lube off our bodies, it was lunchtime, so I took Kyle to a place I knew of around the corner.

“If I keep eating like this, I’m gonna get fat!” Kyle muttered between bites. “But what a way to go!”

“No problem. We’ll work off any calories you might pick up from the food.”

“How?” Kyle said before realizing that the man across from him (me) was staring at him with a positively lecherous look that would have scared a straight man.

“By fucking you to the moon and back three times a day.”

“I’m not sure my butt can take three times a day.”

“How can you tell unless we collect more data?” I teased.

“So we need to fuck like squirrels in the name of science? To push back the frontiers, stuff like that?”

“Rabid tree squirrels,” I corrected.

“Sorry. Right. Rabid tree squirrels. They get more frequent and more vigorous sex. Definitely rabid tree squirrels.”

Since it was an unseasonably warm fall day with sunshine and comfortable temperatures, after lunch I changed into some running shorts. Kyle was still wearing his scrubs, which actually worked well for running as long as he had his running shoes on, which he did. To work off a bit of lunch and to give some other muscles a workout, I led Kyle on one of my favorite running routes through the park. We worked up a good sweat together, vertically rather than horizontally this time.

After a couple of miles, we were both breathing hard.

“Enough!” Kyle said. “No more.”

“Agreed,” I responded, gasping for breath. We walked back to my apartment at a more leisurely pace.

“I don’t know what hurts more, my feet or my legs.”

“At least it’s not your butt.”

“Other than craving you inside it again, my butt is just fine.”

“We can arrange that,” I said with a smile.

“Good. Kind of counting on it.”

As the host, I let Kyle shower first. When he finished, he walked into the living room and lay down on the sofa. He wasn’t really paying attention when I came into the room—naked, of course. He noticed when he felt me pick up one of his ankles and lift it to my chest. I rubbed the large foot in a way that I hoped would make the poor things feel less sore and tired.

“Oh… my… goodness!”

“Good?”

“Beyond good!”

After about five minutes on the first foot, I moved to the other foot and gave it equal attention, massaging the muscles that had most recently had a workout. Slowly I worked my hands up Kyle’s ankle and calf, rubbing away the fatigue they had earned during the run. Then I returned to the other leg.

“You know, this would be easier if you were naked.”

“That would mean being naked in the living room.”

“Oh, sorry. I forgot. Cardinal Sin 42.”

“Forty-three, actually.”

“Right! Sorry.”

“You’re forgiven. Anyone who can do that with their hands has earned absolution in my book.”

“Sounds like you’ve got the good book, then.”

“Good one!”

I released my hold on Kyle’s feet so that I could climb on top of his long body as he lay on the couch. Since his hands were not otherwise engaged, Kyle brought them to rest on my ass and gently massaged what he personally considered to be a spectacular example of masculinity (hey, I’m telling the story here).

He was really enjoying the feel of my exquisite ass in his hands. Okay, I’m sure that’s what he was