Little Squirrels Can Climb Tall Trees

by Michael Murphy

  “Okay, Scarlett. You don’t make a convincing Southern belle when you’re sporting a great big old erection like you’ve got.”

  “What? This?” he said as he grabbed his dick. After taking his hand away, he made the thing jump without assistance.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus, don’t you dare set those sheets on fire by being so fucking hot!”

  Kyle rolled onto his stomach and looked over his shoulder at me, putting on his best come-hither look. The look didn’t work, but the two legs bent at the knee with his feet playfully bouncing against one another did the trick. I was nearly pushed into cardiac arrest. My God, he was hot! I didn’t need a second invitation. Somehow I shed my clothes while moving across the room. By the time I reached the bed, I was as naked as my guest and just as hard.

  Now that the moment was actually there, I couldn’t believe it, but I was almost unsure of myself. Where should I begin? This man was so much more than most men I had slept with. Where do you begin when having sex with a god?

  I climbed up onto the bed and started gently kissing his shoulders. I moved on to his neck, nibbled his left ear—oh, yeah! That one worked!—and ran my hands over one of the most gorgeous butts I had ever laid eyes (or hands) on in my life.

  Kyle shuddered from the waves of pleasure washing over his body.

  “Did you…,” I started to ask.

  “This?” Kyle said, holding out a very large bottle of lube.

  “Ambitious, I see.”

  “Yes, but also a little nervous. Remember what I said earlier. I haven’t had sex in a long time.”

  “So you’re like a virgin again, right?”

  “Probably so.”

  “Good.”

  “Can you help me with my problem?” Kyle asked, looking over his shoulder at me.

  “Oh, yeah. But I warn you—you’ve had me wrapped so fucking tight and had me spinning at warp speed for more than forty-eight hours. I make no guarantees that I’m good for more than forty-five seconds for the first three or four times.”

  “Three or four times?” Kyle said in disbelief. “Wait! I did what?” He rolled over to face me. “I had you….”

  Not to be deterred, I rolled him back over onto his belly and slapped his beautiful ass. “Yes, you bet your sweet ass you did,” I said with a slap to the right ass cheek. “And I may never forgive you for that!”

  “Wow! I do have exceptional abilities after all!”

  “Hey, what can I say. I’m a horny teenager.”

  “Um-huh. Teenager. Right. I didn’t know I was robbing the cradle tonight. Can you be up this late? Maybe I should tuck you into bed and give you something to suck on.”

  “Move and die,” I warned as he opened the bottle of lube.

  “Why, you sweet-talking devil!”

  I moved up onto Kyle’s back and resumed the task of tracing my way across his beautiful shoulders with my tongue. The descent of my tongue down Kyle’s spine was slow and exquisite. From the way he reacted, Kyle must have been longing for human contact—especially male contact—for a long time. That seemed strange since he must be surrounded by people at the hospital, but being surrounded by people didn’t mean you weren’t alone. From the way he was reacting to my touch, he was finally getting what he had craved on so many lonely nights.

  At the same time my tongue was working its magic on his spine, my right hand was gently massaging Kyle’s butt, spreading some of the lube around. With practiced ease and patience, I slowly teased the puckered opening, then gently pushed one finger inside to spread some more lube and loosen up the man’s muscles.

  Kyle writhed and moaned, begging for more.

  “In time, baby, in time. If you haven’t been fucked in more than two years, then you really are almost like a virgin again. Got to loosen you up first.”

  “Fuck that virgin ass! Please!” he begged, looking back over his shoulder at me.

  But I knew that rushing would be a bad thing for someone who might or might not be an anal virgin. I would not be rushed. I knew that the way for both of us to enjoy the coupling was for me to take the time up front and get Kyle loosened and stimulated to the point that he thought he was about to explode. Then and only then was it time to go for the gold.

  That one finger I had in Kyle’s ass was withdrawn, relubed, and reinserted. More lube was applied, and then….

  “Oh, Jesus!”

  I had apparently found Kyle’s happy spot. Kyle’s dick, already firm, became more excited as I found and teased his prostate.

  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-stretche
d 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 his elbows. My erection had diminished in size substantially by that point. As gently as possible, I pulled out of Kyle’s ass and rose from the bed to discard the condom. Afterward I returned to the bed. Kyle hadn’t moved.

  We lay side by side quietly for several minutes.

  “Thank you,” Kyle said softly in my ear.

  “No, thank you!”

  We shared a chuckle.

  “Why don’t you shower so we can eat some of that wonderful food you brought?” I suggested.

  Kyle bounded from the bed and jumped into the shower in an effort to wash some of the lube from his butt. “When you’re done, there’s a towel on the sink for you,” I called out. I washed my hands and took a washcloth to my crotch to clean up the lube that had seeped away from my dick to the surrounding area. When I heard the shower turn off, I grabbed the towel and held it up for my guest. The man smiled his trademark smile as he grabbed the towel to dry off his beautiful body.

  Patiently I waited for Kyle to finish drying off before grabbing his hand and escorting him back into the bedroom. Much to Kyle’s apparent surprise, we didn’t stop there but walked straight out into the living room and then into the kitchen. Kyle hesitated and tried to pull back.

  Confused, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m naked!”

  “Yes,” I said slowly, not entirely understanding the problem. “So am I.”

  “But… but… we’re naked!”

  “Yes. That’s us. Two men. Sans clothing. Naked.”

  “We’re not in the bedroom!”

  “Is there a law against being naked outside of the bedroom that I missed?”

  “I… I’ve never been naked outside of the bedroom.”

  “You’re kidding me, right? Um,” I said patiently, “where are you from originally?”

  “Oklahoma.”

  “Okay. Well, I assure you that here in New York, there is no prohibition against being naked in rooms other than the bedroom. Come with me,” I said, pulling my reluctant friend forward. “Now we’re naked in the kitchen. Doesn’t feel any different, does it? No.” I again pulled him forward. “Now we’re naked in the dining room. See? Still no different. So now you’ve been naked in every room I’ve got.” I took Kyle’s other hand in my free hand, looked up at the gorgeous man, and said, “And you look positively sensational in each one of those rooms. You are a thing of beauty, and you should never cover yourself with clothes again.”

  Kyle seemed a bit freaked. “Um-huh, sure.”

  “Not buying it, are you?”

  “Are you kidding? I’m naked in the dining room. This is just… wrong!”

  “Okay. I need to know. What happened to the guy who stripped off all his clothes in front of me in the locker room and had no problem running around naked there?”

  “But that was the locker room. You’re supposed to get naked there. Duh!”

  “You’re cute, but that is the strangest thing I’ve ever heard.”

  “I’m still naked in the dining room, and it’s still just wrong!” Kyle reiterated.

  “Well, get used to it. Nudity is a good thing.” I pulled out a chair and gestured for my friend to sit.

  “Naked?” Kyle asked in absolute disbelief.

  “Yes! Naked! No nudity police are going to bust down the door and haul you away for being naked in my dining room! Or my living room! Or in my kitchen. This is a naked-positive zone.”

  Kyle folded his arms across his chest and seemed to harden into an immovable object.

  “Fine!” I shouted. “Go! Put some clothes on! Deprive me of the chance to ogle your gorgeous body! Make me suffer some more!” I threw my head back and tried to act like a diva—wasn’t working very well. Something about being naked made the diva thing more difficult.

  I left Kyle to work out his angst while I went into the kitchen and rounded up our dinner. The food needed to be warmed up a little and put onto plates. That was finished and I was back in the dining room in about four minutes. I was not entirely sure what I would find, but I had a very good suspicion that Kyle would no longer be naked. I was therefore not at all surprised to find that Kyle had gone back to the bedroom and pulled on his pants. He did not put on his shirt, but he looked like he could in something like four microseconds. And the shirt was close at hand. One step at a time, I told myself. One step at a time.

  Together we savored the taste of the delicious Thai food. Kyle almost forgot that he was shirtless, but not quite. For my part, I thoroughly enjoyed having Kyle’s luscious nipples on open display while he sat enjoying dinner. Kyle was confused as to why I kept encouraging him to take additional bites of the super-hot curry. Secretly I was watching said nipples very carefully to see if any sweat appeared. Being the good host that I was, I of course stood ready to move in and lick that sweat away. The sacrifices one must make!

  We talked, although later neither one of us could recall what we had talked about during dinner. We laughed. We relaxed. We both felt comfortable with one another. While I cleaned up the dishes from dinner, Kyle sat back on the sofa and apparently realized just how tired he was. He had put in a rugged workweek and had been a bit stressed personally as well.

  When I returned to the dining room a few moments later, I saw Kyle sound asleep on the sofa. The man looked absolutely edible. I wanted nothing more than to attack his bare nipples and lick some more of his body. But I knew that he worked like a dog and must be exhausted—obviously.

  As gently as possible, I woke him, knowing that he hadn’t been asleep long enough to move into deep sleep.

  “Huh?” Kyle asked.

  “Come to bed,” I said softly, urging him up off the sofa.

  Kyle stood and followed me into the bedroom. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know the etiquette for these situations. Should I go home?” he asked, a bit uncertain, not to mention still partly asleep and a little fuzzy.

  “Don’t even think about it,” I jokingly
warned. I gave the man a spare toothbrush and then got him tucked into bed. He was asleep again just a moment after his head hit the pillow. I was not so sleepy as Kyle, so I took a moment to admire the sleeping giant next to me. The man was an utter mystery in so many ways. On the one hand, he was playful and fun, but on the other, he was nervous and terribly uptight. And to go so long without sex! That was positively cruel and unusual punishment.

  Sleep finally captured me as well. My dreams that night were good.

  Chapter 9

  THE next morning I was awake at my usual 6:00 a.m. My guest did not stir when I crawled out of bed, so I let the man sleep. As quietly as possible, I showered and went into the kitchen, closing the bedroom door so that the movements would not disturb Kyle.

  I didn’t know how long someone would sleep after working four twelve-hour shifts in four days, but I assumed that it would be longer than usual. The question was how much longer. After puttering in the kitchen for a few minutes while making coffee, I sat at the dining room table to read the newspaper—a rare and delightful treat. Most days I was able to catch a glance at the paper at the office between appointments or while wolfing down a sandwich at lunchtime, never really getting the chance to read things in depth like I really wanted.

  Even after reading all of the opinion pieces and the various columns, an hour later I was finished. With still no sign of Kyle rousing from his slumber, I hauled out my laptop and took care of some work e-mail. Even though it wasn’t due until next week, I spent some time working on a report, making significant progress. I was pleased that I had taken the day off to spend some time with Kyle—it would just be nice, though, if the man was actually conscious for some of the time.

  At about ten thirty, four and a half hours after I had gotten out of bed, a very sleepy Kyle stumbled out of the bedroom.