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

and started checking out the contents. Sampling the smorgasbord of smells coming from the bag, I found a variety of Thai dishes inside. The smell of one of them was so intoxicating that I couldn’t resist taking a quick bite from that container, moaning in delight at the exquisite taste. “Oh my God, that’s so good!” I called out. “These look wonderful! Where did you get them?”

Silence.

“Kyle?”

Silence.

“Kyle?” I tried again. Oh, crap! Don’t tell me he bolted again! Not a second time! No! Please, no!

But as I stepped around the corner into the bedroom to see what had become of my guest, I received a shock.

“What the…?”

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why the man hadn’t returned to the dining room: he was now totally naked and lying on the bed, looking all gorgeous and sultry. No, definitely not a virgin, I thought in answer to my earlier question.

Kyle played his part to the max. “Oh me, oh my. Here I am all alone in this big ole bed, all by myself, scared, lonely.” Really, how did he put that many syllables into the simple word by? “What is a poor country boy like me to do here in this big, bad, scary ole city. Maybe I can find some kind city boy to hold me close and make it all feel better. Now, where could I go to find someone like that?”

“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