Free Little Squirrels Can Climb Tall Trees by Michael Murphy

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