Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2010 22:46:39 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Sam's Tarantula Loves Me, Part One" by Jay Roberts Bestiality. "Sam's Tarantula Loves Me" by Jay Roberts Bestiality ====it's not spider man. Go back to your own web if you are under 18. How Sam came to be my best friend is hard to understand. We are both in the same high school but other than that, we are so different. Sam is the school hero, three letters, handsome, good dancer and tall and spectacularly built. Me, I'm his age, eighteen, but I'm frankly a nerd, skinny and totally not an athletic. We got to know each other because Mr. Spencer, our math teacher asked who would be willing to tutor Sam Wiler. "Me!" I said in a too loud voice as the whole class laughed. So began two visits a week to Sam's house, Sam sitting next to me, his jock leg jiggling while I explained the stuff to him. He was a quick learner. Not too quick I hoped because I didn't want these sessions to end too soon. I discovered that he liked me in a strange way. Once he put down his ball point pen and looked at me. "Billy, you know you are an attractive kid, if only you'd dress better. I know your folks are rich, so the problem is you. I can help you. Let's plan a trip to the mall." "You really think I'm not too skinny and my ears are kinda big." "No, you have a nice body and a--a--a cute face." At that moment if he asked me to wash his clothes for the next year I would do it gladly, but there is one thing about Sam I do not like. It's his pet. While other kids have dogs or cats, Sam has a spider. Not your ordinary spider, no this is the King Kong of spiders, a Tarantula. Now there are Tarantulas and there are Tarantulas, some are small and some are large. Nicky was large. Sam demonstrated that Nicky rested on Sam's face and covered it completely. I almost threw up, Nicky lived in low walled tank. If he wished, he could climb out and spend time with us. Yuck! But normally he slept and didn't disturb our studying. All this ended when Sam told me in school that we can go to the mall on Saturday and I was invited to sleep over. Oh heaven on Earth. I cleared it with my folks and my Dad lent me his credit card. Both he and my mom was pleased that I was taking an interest in my appearance. That wonderful day began right away. He came into the dressing room with me and five pair of jeans. I always thought that denim slacks were all alike. No, he showed me the subtitle differences. But I was more worried about taking off my pants in front of him. My legs are kinda skinny and hairless and my knees stick out. But it was now and I bravely took off my old offending, out of style pants and stood with my briefs on display. They were clean, I specially saw to that but there was so much of me displayed above and below, plus that big bulge at my crotch. Sam took all of it in. His raked up and down. Then without being asked, he gave his comments. "You have great muscle tone, no muscles to speak of, but what you have a good. Flat tummy, good shaped legs but we have to get some leg lifts started for you. Then that majestic swelling in the center. Boy, you must have the biggest one in school. What does it measure? Without stopping to think, I blurted out, "7 and 1/4" when hard." He laughed. "You measured?" I blushed, then he said, "I measure mine hoping I can break the 6" barrier." That made me feel better. Well the day was good, better than good. I bought two jeans and three tops and I got a hair styling. He was proud of his work. I called him Dr. Frankenstein. That night we shared a bed and talked and shared our deep thoughts until Sam didn't answer. He had fallen asleep. I closed my eyes and just the soft sound of his breathing lulled me into a deep sleep. I half woke up feeling sexed up. It was just getting light. Then I saw it, Nicky, on my chest, two of his eight hairy feet were gently rubbing my boyish tits and I was in a sexual orbit from his making out with me. I was breathing loudly, both turned on, yet scared. I didn't know if Nicky would bite me with those teeth, and I would die an agonizing death. Luckily, my moving around woke Sam up. He sized up the situation immediately. He rubbed my check in a big brotherly way. "Hey Billy, he loves you. You can get off from getting your nubbies rubbed like that. I have. " I spoke out of the corner of my mouth, "Get him off me." I hoped he didn't hear me and get insulted. Sam looked disappointed with me but he took the monster off me and put it in the tank. He came back to the bed. "Billy, Nicky loves you otherwise he wouldn't have gotten away your breasts, er pectorals. You know, if you want, he can do more. You want?" "Maybe later," I never dreamed that I had a hot group sex session in my future. End Part One