talk therapy

the tarantula on the window sill didn't seem to
be much of a threat, but it showed that
the world had changed.
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy stood quietly
studying the tarantula. he raised his arms,
flashed a bit of blondish-white armpit hair
at the tarantula, but the tarantula just
stayed right where it was, on
the window sill, apparently using all
eight of its jet-black tarantula
eyes to study the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy.
the boy cleared his throat, said "shooo, go away"
and the tarantula
said "you shooo, go away, your own dern self, you
big bawdy exhibitionist sex-pot, you."
yes, the world had changed,
the tarantulas had started talking
several years ago, and nobody
liked it. still, though, they
remained mostly harmless,
only interested in biting bugs
and mice and stuff like that,
and the tarantulas had long
ago grown resistant to every
poison that was safe to use.
"i'm not going anywhere," said
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy.
"this is my room."
so, they continued studying each other,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy,
and the tarantula.
"i'm going to jerk off now," said
the boy.
"just don't spurt anything on me," said
the tarantula.
so, the boy stood there, tugging gently
and passionately on his big hard dick.
"if you think that does anything for
me, you're crazy," said the tarantula.
"i don't care if it does anything for
you or not," said the boy. "this is
my room, and i'll do what i please."
very soon,
the sexy naked big-dicked teenage boy
spurted several big spurts of cum.
it landed on the big fluffy towel he'd spread
across the foot of his bed. then
the boy wadded up the towel
and tossed it into the closet.
"you still there?" he said
to the tarantula.
"you're really not bad-looking,
for a human, i mean," said
the tarantula.
"and you look pretty dern creepy," said
the boy.
"there!" said the tarantula. "you see
what you did? you missed your
opportunity for a real moment,
you missed your opportunity
for a moment of pure inter-species
communion and understanding, perhaps
even friendship."
"what a pity," said the boy.
the boy started getting dressed.
the tarantula lifted both
its front legs, and wiped
its face with the feet of
those two legs.  the boy
was entirely dressed now.
"gotta go," said the boy.
"bye," said the tarantula.
"i hope you won't be here
when i get home," said
the boy.
"we all have our hopes
and dreams," said
the tarantula. "they're
generally not
that expensive. it's the girls,
that's when things go and get
expensive on ya."
then the boy and the spider
chuckled together, for
a few seconds,
and everything seemed a-okay.


--Carl Miller Daniels (February 23, 2011)