Little Squirrels Can Climb Tall Trees (10 page)

“My parents were very strict and thought that movies were tools of the Devil and would only lead me to do something evil.”

“So you weren’t exaggerating when you said you were raised by ultraconservative fundamentalist parents, were you?”

“Nooooo! You look in the encyclopedia for ‘conservative’ and you’ll find a picture of my parents. I love them, but they are not very worldly in their views.”

“How did they react when they found out that their son was gay?”

Kyle didn’t meet my eyes.

“They don’t know, do they?”

“No.”

“So how do you explain being as old as you are without having been married and divorced a couple of times with a passel of kids?”

“Divorce is not an acceptable option for a married couple.”

I stared at Kyle, not believing what I was hearing. “So… so… let me see if I have this. I’m thinking that your self-esteem issues and your feeling unworthy of love are psychologically tied in to not being able to share with your family who you really are. And you’ve probably internalized a lifetime of teaching that gay is wrong.”

“Not wrong—evil.”

“Evil? We’ve been elevated from wrong?”

“Yes, some time ago.”

“I see I’ve let my conservative credentials lapse. So they don’t know?”

“Absolutely not!”

“How are you gonna keep them from fixing you up with some unsuspecting woman who wants to be a good submissive wife—a baby-factory-type woman?”

“They’ve tried. They think I’m in the belly of the beast at the moment, living in New York City. It was bad enough when I went to Massachusetts for medical school, but New York? They view New York as Satan’s waiting room.”

“If this is the waiting room, where does the guy reside or work?”

“New Jersey, I assume,” Kyle said with a smile. “I mean, dude, have you
been
to Jersey?”

We shared a hearty laugh.

“You really took the day off today? To be with
me
?”

“Yes! You big goofball! With you! I like you! A lot!”

“This is all so new to me. No one’s ever done something like that for me before. This is really new for me.”

“I can tell,” I said.

After refreshing Kyle’s tea, I returned to the table and asked, “Do you have any siblings? You know, brothers and sisters?”

“I know what ‘siblings’ means!”

“Fine. Poor choice of words. What can I say, I’m used to dating dumb guys.”

“Clearly.”

“So?”

“Oh, right. Yes, I have five sisters.”

“Five!”

“Five.”

“So, no brothers?”

“No. I’m the only son. My parents are sort of counting on me to carry the family name and legacy into the future. To keep the genetic line happy and healthy.”

“To go forth and propagate?”

“Something like that.”

“No, probably exactly that. What I don’t really understand is how you’ve pulled it off up to this point.”

“Believe me, it hasn’t been easy.”

“So tell me, how did you do it? Did you tell them you’d been kidnapped by crazed circus people? Held against your will by Satan’s secretary?”

“No. My father…. I can’t believe I’m about to say this.” He hesitated. “My father sort of has two gods.”

“Two gods? One wasn’t enough?” I asked, terribly intrigued.

“He holds money in very high regard as well as God.”

“Ah, I see.”

“And when I told them what I could earn in New York and how much debt I had accumulated while in medical school, he accepted the economic argument with little objection.”

“And your mother? Is she allowed to have opinions?”

“Oh, yes, my mother has opinions. Trust me.”

“Okay. There’s something you’re not telling me,” I said after a moment of silence.

“Damn! You’re good!”

“Yes. So what’s the other shoe to drop in this story?”

“Well, my mother has been a little impatient for me to come back to Oklahoma, marry, settle down, and start a family.”

“Not surprising. And?”

“And she’s coming here this fall… with some woman she met that she wants me to meet.”

“She’s bringing an arranged bride for you to marry and knock up?”

Kyle blushed. “Something like that.”

“Sounds exactly like that! What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t honestly know. I’ve kept her at bay for longer than I thought I ever could. My dad helped me.”

“Thinking that your reasoning was strictly financial in nature.”

“Yes.”

“And if they knew that you and I had been sweating up the sheets, they’d disapprove?”

“No. They wouldn’t disapprove. They’re probably arranging an exorcism for me and an execution for you for leading their innocent son into a life of debauchery and impurity.”

“No trial?”

“No. They’re very firm in their beliefs.”

“Guilty until executed?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmm. I see.” We sat quietly for a moment.

I was just mulling over everything the poor guy had just told me, but he probably thought I was mad at him for being from such a fucked-up family, because he said, “I should probably go.”

“Why?” I asked, honestly confused. “Wasn’t my breakfast good enough? Did I burn the toast or something?”

“No! You’ve been so awesome to me!”

“Then why the fuck would you think you should go?”

“Because I have such bigoted parents.”

“Newsflash, big guy: you are not your parents.”

Kyle nodded in tentative pleasure.

“Our parents might give birth to us, teach us our first lessons, and start us on our way, but ultimately, our lives are our own to live, our own to make or to fuck up. You’re a smart guy. You must see that, right?”

“In theory, yes, but my mother can be a bit of a force of nature. If she ever found out that I’d—”

“Screwed around with men?”

“Yes. She’s probably call in the troops to start the exorcism.”

“So what were you gonna do when she arrived with bridezilla? I mean,
you’re gay
! You can’t marry some woman just to please your mother!”

Kyle looked down once again.

“Oh. My. God.
You were!
You would marry some woman because that is what was expected of you in their world!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I shook my head in disbelief. “What about
your
world?
Your life?
Your
needs?
Your
desires?
Your
aspirations? Don’t they matter? Don’t they count for anything?”

“Those are secondary to my duty to the family and to their expectations.”

“Being a doctor isn’t enough of a repayment to society?”

“No. They never really understood that. Being a doctor is what
I
wanted to do. It was just sort of something that fit into their worldview in a way they could handle.”

“Wow.”

“I probably should go,” Kyle said again.

“Sit your ass back in that chair!” I ordered when Kyle started to stand.

“Why?”

As patiently as I could, I tried to explain. “Well, really. How can we talk about what we’re gonna do today if you leave now?”

“You… you still want to spend time with me?”

“Yes! Everything I said yesterday and the day before and the day before is still true! You’re still smoking hot. You are still incredibly bright and a fucking fantastic conversationalist. You still have the most sexy, adorable eyes I’ve ever seen on a man in my life.”

“Joseph?” Kyle interrupted. “Could I ask….”

And for once I was ahead of him and knew exactly what he was going to ask. He was about to try to ask me to take him back to bed but was suddenly hesitant.

“Yes,” I said as I stood, grabbed Kyle’s hand, pulled him up, and guided him into the bedroom.

We shed what clothes we had on in short order, and ten minutes later we really were literally sweating up the sheets. Kyle had his long legs in the air, and I was firmly entrenched between them, plowing his sweet ass with the energy and enthusiasm of a pile driver, one of my hands firmly wrapped around Kyle’s beautiful erection jerking his dick for all it was worth.

Even though I hadn’t planned it that way, I was fucking him so hard that Kyle’s head was actually banging against the headboard of the bed. Had the man been able to put together a sentence at the moment, he probably would have commented on that, but conversation was not possible.

Orgasm overtook both of us, Kyle about two minutes before me. When Kyle reached climax, I planted myself fully in his sweet ass and held on as the big man went through the spasms of an orgasm. The muscles of Kyle’s ass clenched down so tightly on my dick that I was momentarily worried that I would lose the poor thing. But Kyle slowly came back down to Earth, boneless and seemingly without a tight muscle anywhere in his long, limber body.

When Kyle was fully back, I grabbed both of his legs, bent the man nearly in two, and returned to pile driving my dick into Kyle’s ass. I leaned forward and stared into Kyle’s big eyes before attaching my lips to his. We breathed as one, moved as one, for the next sixty seconds, while I moved to and then over the edge of one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced in my life. And I’d had a few orgasms before in my life—both alone and accompanied by other men. This one was good. This one was really, really good. This one blew all of the others away. This one cleared the hurdle with room to spare.

As my orgasm started to subside, I collapsed on top of Kyle in the same boneless fashion Kyle had experienced just a moment earlier. I slipped out of Kyle’s ass and gently lowered the man’s legs to the bed, then rolled over to lie next to him on the bed.

Kyle rolled to lie facing me. “I can’t believe what I’ve been missing all these years.”

I raised my head and looked at Kyle. “You’ve….”

“No. Not until you.”

“You’re kidding me! You’ve never been fucked… until me?”

“No.”

“Holy sweet fucking Jesus!”

“My mother would disapprove of what you just said on so many levels.”

“Tough. She’s not here! You’ve
never
?”

“I’ve used…. I have….”

“You have a dildo?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve fucked yourself with a dildo?”

“Yes.”

“But never the real thing?”

“No.”

“Holy sweet fucking Jesus!
I fucked a virgin?
” I asked in utter disbelief. “I didn’t know they made virgins anymore!”

“There’s one less now.”

“I was your…. I’m your first,” I said, not as a question but as a statement.

“Yes. You were my first.”

Kyle looked like he was afraid I was going to laugh at him, to mock him. He apparently didn’t expect what I said. “I’m so grateful you decided to… to give me the honor, to share the moment with me. That’s awesome! Thank you! Was it okay? Did it make you feel good? Was it good? Did I hurt you? Was it what you expected? You should have told me! I would have been more gentle with you.”

“Slow down! One question at a time.” He moved forward the last few inches that separated the two of us, kissed me lightly. “Yes. It was awesome. No, it didn’t hurt. And no, it wasn’t good—
it was abso-fucking-tively the best experience of my life
! And it wasn’t what I expected—it was
way more
than what I expected. Because it was with you.”

We kissed again, this time more slowly, gently. Kyle ran his hand through my hair, then pulled me over and on top of him while he rolled onto his back. I put my head down on Kyle’s chest and was quiet for a moment.

“I can feel your heart.”

“Can you feel how happy it is?”

“Yes,” I said with a smile.

“Good.” 

W
HEN
we finally hauled ourselves out of bed and washed the lube off our bodies, it was lunchtime, so I took Kyle to a place I knew of around the corner.

“If I keep eating like this, I’m gonna get fat!” Kyle muttered between bites. “But what a way to go!”

“No problem. We’ll work off any calories you might pick up from the food.”

“How?” Kyle said before realizing that the man across from him (me) was staring at him with a positively lecherous look that would have scared a straight man.

“By fucking you to the moon and back three times a day.”

“I’m not sure my butt can take three times a day.”

“How can you tell unless we collect more data?” I teased.

“So we need to fuck like squirrels in the name of science? To push back the frontiers, stuff like that?”

“
Rabid
tree squirrels,” I corrected.

“Sorry. Right. Rabid tree squirrels. They get more frequent and more vigorous sex. Definitely rabid tree squirrels.”

Since it was an unseasonably warm fall day with sunshine and comfortable temperatures, after lunch I changed into some running shorts. Kyle was still wearing his scrubs, which actually worked well for running as long as he had his running shoes on, which he did. To work off a bit of lunch and to give some other muscles a workout, I led Kyle on one of my favorite running routes through the park. We worked up a good sweat together, vertically rather than horizontally this time.

After a couple of miles, we were both breathing hard.