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

fall day for lying inside being lazy and reading the extra-thick Sunday New York Times, napping, and reading some more.

On Sunday evening we shared something that it turned out we both had a passion for—we watched 60 Minutes. It wasn’t really surprising. Both of us were news junkies and followed what was happening in the city, in our country, and in the world. We both fervently believed that you couldn’t live in a world without knowing about what was going on in that world.

That evening we went to bed early—really early. But there was no sleeping until later. I treated Kyle to one of my extra-special blow jobs, this time more slowly and deliberately, taking my time and taking the man repeatedly to the edge of ejaculation before bringing him back down to Earth for a few more minutes. The third time I felt Kyle getting close, I decided the poor man had suffered enough, and I gave my all to help him over the edge and into the Promised Land.

And my God, did the man ever thrash around when he came! At one point I was actually afraid that I was going to be thrown off the bed and go flying onto the floor. Somehow I managed to stay on the bed and to keep my mouth wrapped around Kyle’s dick until it started to shrink back to normal size.

It took Kyle a good five minutes to get his breathing back to normal, and ten minutes before his heart rate slowed down to under a hundred beats a minute. When able to move, he pulled me close and held me, kissed my head, and said, “Thank you.”

“You are very welcome. And from my perspective, thank you as well.”

“Why?”

“I got to suck your dick!”

“You like doing that?”

“Duh! Didn’t it show?”

“Yes, but I thought you were just doing that for me.”

“I wanted to make you feel good, sure—don’t get me wrong—but it felt pretty good on this side too.” I stroked Kyle’s chest and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you all about feeling good and making someone else feel good at the same time.”

“You’ve done pretty well with that already.”

“Thank you. I hold an advanced degree in dick sucking.”

“I bet you aced your finals.”

“Now go to sleep,” I ordered. “I’d love to stay home with you again tomorrow, but I have a meeting that I couldn’t reschedule, so I have to go to work.”

“You’d stay home again if you could?”

“We really do have to work on your self-esteem, boy!” I joked. I pushed Kyle onto his back and climbed up on top of the man, holding his hands down on the bed. I looked down into his face and said, “Listen to me carefully. Are you listening?”

“Yes.”

“You, my friend, are an awesome man. Say it?”

“Say what?”

“Don’t make me tickle you,” I warned sternly, “because I will.”

“I believe you. What do you want me to say?”

“Say ‘I am an awesome man.’”

“That would be boastful.”

It only took one look to convey the message I wanted; apparently it worked.

“Okay, I am an awesome man.”

“There, was that so hard? Say it again.”

“What?”

“Say it again!” I ordered.

“I am an awesome man.”

“Again!”

“I am an awesome man.”

“Again.”

“I am an awesome man.”

“Again. And put some feeling into it this time!” I ordered, louder.

“I am an awesome man!”

Like a coach trying to pump up his players before sending them onto the field, I shouted, “There you go! And don’t you ever doubt that!”

“Yes, sir.”

“Oooohhh! ‘Sir’. I like it!”

“Oh shut up!” Kyle ordered as he flipped us over so that I was on the bottom. “And you’re pretty awesome yourself, mister.”

“Of course.”

“And not at all conceited, I see.”

“Hey! Have you met me?” I joked. “Do I act conceited? Shy, sometimes. Conceited, no.”

“No. Not so much.”

“Good. Now go to sleep. I have to go to work in the morning. And I promise you that it will not be easy to leave knowing that you’re in my bed.”

We were quiet for a moment as we settled down to sleep. After a few minutes, Kyle whispered, “Really?”

Equally quietly, I whispered back, “Really.”

Chapter 12

AS I had anticipated, the next morning it was difficult for me to get out of bed and head to work. Kyle was still sleeping as I left, so I wrote a quick note that I left on the inside of the apartment door.

When can I see you again? Call me when you have a chance. Don’t work too hard this week. And please take care of yourself. And say ‘I am an awesome man’ at least ten times daily. Those are my orders. If you don’t, I’ll be forced to tickle you! J

That night, he told me that when he found my note a few hours after I’d left, he was overcome with a wave of overwhelming joy and excitement. He told me in very animated fashion that he hadn’t known such elation outside of his work environment in a long, long time.

As he described it to me, he had not expected it, he had not actively sought it out, and he had not even believed that he actually would find it. But he had found something that was wonderful. Feelings he had never allowed himself to fully experience had now been awakened, and he told me he was never going to let them go.

While I worked, Kyle collected himself emotionally, let himself out of my apartment, and made his way home to pick up his mail, go buy some groceries for the week, do some laundry, pay some bills, and take care of a few errands that he wouldn’t have time to do while working.

When he later told me about his day, I was touched by his description of trying to keep busy, but no matter how busy he kept himself, he couldn’t help but think about the weekend. It had only been eight hours, but he already missed me as much as I missed him. While I didn’t fully agree with his choice of