Little Squirrels Can Climb Tall Trees (6 page)

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?” I asked.

“Clothes. You’ve got too many. Want you naked.”

I rolled over onto my side, facing Kyle, and looked up with an innocent smile. “You want ’em off, you’ve got to help me.” I batted my eyelashes in a positively sultry move that brought Kyle up to his knees to start unbuttoning my shirt. He unbuckled my belt, pulled off my shoes and socks, and then removed my pants and briefs in one efficient move.

“Oh, yeah!” he said as he caught sight of his naked bedmate.

“Fuck, man! You are hot!”

“Shut up and kiss me!” he ordered.

Kyle lay on top of me, one hand behind my head, as he let his libido take control of the moment. He spread his legs and sat up so that he could look down at me. He lay beside me and put his head on my chest and purred in contentment. He closed his eyes, presumably to savor the moment… and then he fell asleep. I wanted to wake the guy and fuck him senseless but wasn’t sure if I should or not. The guy had said he’d worked a twelve-hour shift. Back-to-back twelve-hour shifts, actually.

While Kyle slept, I lay next to him, stroking his beautiful head, savoring the feel of the gentle giant next to me. All the while the debate between my logical upper brain wrestled with my bad-boy lower brain. The bad-boy brain wanted to just wake the guy up and do the deed; the good-boy higher brain wanted to be caring and enjoy the quiet together.

About an hour after he’d fallen asleep, Kyle stirred and slowly refocused on where he was. He looked at his watch—never a good sign when you’re in bed with a guy for the first time.

“Damn!” he said in appraisal as he looked at me. “I can’t tell you how much I want you.”

“So shut up and get back here,” I ordered.

“I want to so badly.”

“But…?”

“I’m so sorry, but I have to be back in the ER at 7:00 a.m., and I worked a twelve-hour shift today. I want to do nothing more than fuck for hours, but I need to get some sleep or I’m likely to screw up big-time tomorrow and kill somebody.”

It was now my turn to whimper.

“I know,” Kyle muttered. “I’m a real shit for treating you this way. I want our first time to be really special and not rushed.”

“It seemed pretty special to me when you had your dick down my throat a while ago,” I said with a slightly snarky attitude. Okay, maybe a little more than slight.

“I know. Please. I’m begging you. Please. Don’t be mad at me.”

Picturing the car wreck on the freeway with mangled bodies, mayhem, blood, and gore—the same one that had saved me at the gym the previous day—I somehow got my pissed-off attitude under control. I jumped off the bed and went into the bathroom for a minute where I peed and put on a pair of running shorts.

Ever the good host, I asked, “You want to shower before you go? Bathroom’s in there.”

“Do I have to go?”

“Yeah. Probably should. I can’t be held accountable for the safety of your ass if you stay.”

“Can I hold you to that promise?”

“I’ll think about it.” I was pissed. The man was leaving me high and dry—literally! A decent trick would at least reciprocate before running out the door. A decent trick would make sure that his fuck buddy didn’t have an erection that could be used to bat baseballs out of the park on opening day before he left.

Kyle rose from the bed, collected his clothing, re-dressed, and tried to kiss me good-bye. I wasn’t in the mood.

“I’m so sorry. My schedule is a real ballbuster. This is my third round of twelve hours on, twelve hours off. Tomorrow and then one more twelve-hour shift, and then I’m off for four days in a row. I really, really, really want to make it up to you if you’ll let me. Please?” he practically begged.

“Call me” was all I could answer.

“You’re mad.”

“Yes!” I yelled in frustration.

“You have every right to be mad.”

“You would probably be safe in saying that I’m not exactly my happiest at the moment.”

Kyle leaned over, planted a toe-tingling kiss on my angry lips, and then stepped back. “Thank you for one of the best nights of my life. I haven’t had a lot of sex, but I’ve had enough to know that sex with you was fucking fantastic. And I want more. And I demand equal time to repay you for the best orgasm of my life.”

“You don’t need to pay me. I’m not a whore or something like that.” Oh, clearly still a bit of anger lingered.

Kyle took a step back, stung a bit by the harsh words. “No. I didn’t mean—”

“Good night, Kyle. Thanks for coming… over. Thanks for coming over. Sleep tight,” I said as I guided the man to and then through the door. Without a look back after I closed the door, I walked across the room, picked up a newspaper from the coffee table, and threw it with enough energy to scatter the thing all over the room in dozens of pieces. “
Aaarrgghhhh!
” I growled in fury.

“
I fucking knew it!
” I shouted to the empty room. “I
knew
it was too good to be true. All men are
scum
! Even the ones who look like
that
.” I was so pissed. I kicked a piece of the newspaper that was in my way. I paced a bit before grabbing a cold beer from the refrigerator. Maybe I should get drunk. Maybe that would help. But I knew that getting drunk didn’t solve anything.

I was still awake at 2:00 a.m., my anger a little tamped down by that point. I crawled into bed at two thirty ready to sleep, only to notice that I could still smell Kyle on the sheets of my bed. A new wave of sadness washed over me to replace the anger from earlier. Had it been earlier in the evening, I would have gotten up and changed the sheets, but as it was, I wasn’t gonna get much sleep anyway, and I knew that getting up to go to work in the morning would be a royal bitch.

“Thank you for that, dickhead,” I said aloud as I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep.

F
OUR
hours later my alarm went off, pulling me from a deep sleep. Waking off-cycle was never a good thing, especially when it capped off a night of too little sleep. I hauled myself into the kitchen and made a cup of extra-strong coffee—and nearly fell asleep standing at the counter while I waited for it to brew. I desperately needed caffeine, so I took a quick gulp of the hot black liquid. “Fuck,” I spit out when I tried to drink too much too fast and burned the hell out of my mouth. “
Son of a fucking cunt!
” I swore at the pain. Okay. So much for coffee.

I made my way into the bathroom and turned on the shower, taking care to adjust the temperature to avoid scalding myself before climbing under the water. One burn that morning was enough. When I finished my shower, I checked the coffee that I had left on the counter and found it substantially cooled off. In one long swallow, I downed the strong but cold liquid before heading off to get dressed for work.

If the day before had been one that wasn’t my most productive, then this one had promise to do that one better. Today not only would I be distracted, sore, and pissed but also sleepy. Okay. Combine, shake well, and stand back so no one got hurt. And may the Lord take pity on anyone who wandered into my way or pissed me off—it wouldn’t be a pretty picture. It wouldn’t take a lot of imagination to find images of carnage and mayhem—there would be fresh memories from up-close-and-personal experience.

On the walk to work, I must have exuded hostility and anger, because people stepped around me and steered clear all the way to the office. The same effect continued at the office, partly, I supposed, from simple word of mouth after I yelled at someone first thing in the morning.

The next casualty of my mood was the computer keyboard. Apparently I was typing a little aggressively, almost pounding the keys, and one of the letters popped off the keyboard and went flying to the floor. Rather than be mad—okay, more mad—I simply sat back and closed my eyes, muttering, “You fucking blond-haired pond scum fucking freak of nature!” as the image of Kyle flashed into my mind.

As if on cue, a moment after the image of Kyle appeared in my head, my cell phone rang. Since I didn’t recognize the number, I was half-tempted to just ignore the thing. It had gotten bad now that telemarketers had started calling cell phone numbers. It used to be that one’s cell phone was sacrosanct—you knew that if someone had your cell number, it was someone you wanted to talk with. No longer. Now there was no place that was safe from telemarketers, people conducting surveys, and people that had the latest and greatest thing to sell to you.

“Yeah,” I said by way of greeting the unsuspecting caller.

“Joseph?” I heard Kyle’s voice, a little more hesitant than I remembered.

“Yes.”

“Still mad, I see. I can’t blame you one bit. I apologize for last night. I’m so, so very sorry.”

“Kyle, this is not a good time,” I lied. “I’m in a meeting, and I can’t talk now.”

“Sorry. Call me, please, Joseph. Bye.”

Punching the Off button, I disconnected the call and tossed the poor unsuspecting phone onto the desk. There was no reason to take out my anger on the little piece of electronic wizardry. It wasn’t the phone’s fault that I had let down my guard and allowed a total stranger to stomp on my dignity and kick me in the emotional equivalent of the gonads.

“Yeah, Kyle,” I muttered. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

By lunchtime I had accomplished nothing other than scaring several people. One of my office friends appeared at my door at about noon and—having no fear whatsoever—said, “Dude! I don’t know what bug crawled up your butt last night, but do everyone a favor and get the hell out of here before someone is forced to do you bodily harm.”

There were not many people in the world who could—or would—say such a thing to a coworker. His words made me involuntarily smile a tiny bit. “So people noticed? I thought I was keeping my head down and staying out of the way.”