Little Squirrels Can Climb Tall Trees Michael Murphy (acx book reading TXT) 📖

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