Little Squirrels Can Climb Tall Trees by Michael Murphy (namjoon book recommendations txt) 📕

to let us into the lobby. The elevator took us up fifteen floors, where I used another key to open the apartment door. Before Kyle even had time to remove his coat, I had the man backed up across the room and pushed down onto a sofa. With no preamble, I simply climbed up on top of the man, and my lips finally made contact with the lips that had tormented me so much yesterday afternoon and evening.

I was like a man possessed. I kissed with a drive and energy that practically sucked the breath out of my companion. My hands made their way under Kyle’s shirt and pushed the offending cloth out of the way so that my fingers could find and tweak those tantalizing nipples. Just like yesterday, they were hard as tacks.

I moved my lips down to first one and then the other nipple, nibbling, licking, biting the two nubs of taut flesh. Oh, yes, I had found the Promised Land! While I pushed Kyle’s shirt off over his shoulders and neck, I never moved my lips from where they worked on Kyle’s nipples.

“I never knew that male nipples could be so incredibly sensitive,” Kyle commented.

I was, after all, charged with teaching him new things, and what better thing to start with than nipples.

My lips returned to Kyle’s lips for another kiss that threatened to suck the fillings right out of his teeth. I tried to lick the back of Kyle’s tonsils, but even my tongue wasn’t quite long enough for that job. Still, I was doing things to Kyle with my tongue that he seemed to like.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before!”

Without breaking contact, I moved my hands down to untie the drawstring on Kyle’s scrub pants. While my lips distracted him, I wormed my hands inside his pants and then his briefs, wrapping them around a very hard—and large—penis. Damn! Was the man part mule? Holy crap! For a moment I wondered if I had somehow grabbed his leg without realizing it, but no—I had my hands on a penis, just a very large penis.

I dropped my lips back to Kyle’s nipples for a moment before licking a line down to his belly button. While Kyle was seemingly enjoying the feel of my tongue on his taut, muscular belly, I worked the man’s pants down enough to free the monster trapped inside.

Faster than a speeding gay man, my lips were on the head of Kyle’s gorgeous erection, my tongue tracing its way around the head of the beast. With no forewarning, I stretched my mouth as wide as possible and started swallowing some of the shaft. Part of the move had been to lubricate the monster with saliva so there would be less friction. On that I was succeeding, since I was drooling like a madman and it was dripping down the shaft of his erection.

My lips descended toward the base once again, going a little farther this time. Back up. More tongue action on the head. Down once again—deeper this time. Kyle gasped. I was trying my damnedest to give the man the blowjob of his life.

Up. Lick. Down. Throat. Oh, sweet Jesus! Kyle’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt me suck him fully into my throat. But I was not finished yet. No, not by a long shot. On my next descent, I managed to get the entire monster trapped inside my mouth and throat. And that was about where Kyle started to lose it.

I felt the man’s testicles tighten, pulling up close to his body, and his erection prepared to do what men’s erections have been doing for thousands of years. With my lips locked firmly around the base of Kyle’s dick, even though it meant I couldn’t breathe, I held still and brought the man to orgasm with the muscles of my throat.

He might have started out trying to say something in the English language, but all that came across from Kyle was a garbled scream. The man thrashed, bucked, gasped, held his breath, breathed deep, and then did it all again. His hands found their way to the back of my head, grasping, caressing, and holding.

When Kyle’s orgasm had slowed to a mere trickle, I desperately needed to be able to breathe, so I lifted my head, releasing the man’s spent erection. Already the monster was shrinking from rock hard to simply long and swollen. It was still intimidating even as it lost a little of its fight.

I gently worked the giant a little more with my mouth, not to arouse but simply to say thank you. Finally I lifted my head completely, kissing the head of Kyle’s dick in farewell before crawling back up to lie next to the seemingly boneless man next to me.

“Holy sweet fucking Jesus!” Kyle muttered.

“Is that good?” I asked.

“Is that good? Oh yeah, that’s good. Doesn’t get much better than that. Where did you ever learn to do that? I’ve never felt anything quite so phenomenal in my life!”

“You just hadn’t met me yet.”

“Well, thank God I have now. I can die a happy man.”

“Not so fast. I haven’t fucked you yet. I’m not even that good at oral. Fucking is where my skills really show through.”

Kyle held up his hand and said, “Must rest first and get my heart rate back to the normal range.”

“Okay,” I said with what was hopefully a mischievous look on my face.

“Should I be worried?”

“Probably.”

I pulled Kyle to his feet and removed the man’s shoes, socks, and scrub pants so that he was standing naked in the middle of the living room. I took one step back and simply said an appraising, “Oh yes, there really is a God.”

I reached out my hand, took Kyle’s, and guided the man to the bedroom, where I pushed him backward onto the bed and crawled on top of him once again and locked our lips together, albeit a little more slowly and gently this time.

“Clothes,” Kyle muttered.

“Huh?”