MR. TAPIR
by ducktapir
CHAPTER 1 – Mr. Tapir
The room was completely pitch black. My index finger and thumb tightly straddling my limp pencil-like cock, stroking it in an up and down motion. It's progressively getting stiffer. So is my penis. There's only one thing on my mind: Mr. Tapir.
Mr. Tapir moved in to the house next door last weekend, and I already can't stop thinking about him. I've only heard rumors of anthropomorphized animals living amongst us humans, but now I know it can be real. He works a 9-5 job as a financial advisor. God, that makes me so hot. Just something about a mammal in uniform that gets me going. Maybe it's because one day I hope to marry Mr. Tapir and he can take care of me with all his financial advising money. He'd work all day and then come home to make love to me.
I hear a car pull up. I halt stimulating myself for a moment to peek out of my curtains to see if Mr. Tapir is home. It is 5:30 after all. I look out, but unfortunately it's my parents back from their grocery shopping. I quickly stumble to put my pants and underwear back on before they come into my bedroom. I turn my lights back on and boot up my XBOX 360 so it seems more casual. I pretend to be watching my favorite movie on Netflix, "Holes" with Shia LaBeouf. I think it's really fucked up how Zero was the one who got Stanley in trouble and they still end up working together. Granted, Stanley didn't know at the time, but in retrospect after finding out the truth I don't see why the Yelnats would accept Zero in. If that was me I would distance myself as far as possible because if he never threw the shoes I wouldn't have to dig a bunch of holes. I hate physical labor.
My door swings open and my dad comes into my room. "Heya, sport!" my dad says. "Here's that cucumber you asked for." He hands me a cucumber.
"Thanks, Dad." I respond. I pretend to nibble on it as he leaves, closing the door. I set it down and go back to looking out the window. Yes! Mr. Tapir is home. I grab my guitar and head downstairs, out my door, over to Mr. Tapir's house. I have to confess my feelings for him through the song I wrote.
He's sitting in his car, in his driveway, almost blankly staring at his house. This gives me enough time to run up and reach him in his car. He spots me in his peripheral vison coming up to him and snaps out of his blank trance. "Oh, Duck," he says, stepping out of his car door, "I didn't see you there. What's that there? You play guitar?"
"Yes." I mutter. "I wrote a song for-"
"I'd love to hear it, Duck, I would. But I had a really rough day at work today and I just want to go inside to lie down and take some aspirin."
"Okay," I say regretfully. I should have offered to play it inside for him. He shuts his car door and walks up the steps into his house. I get a quick glance of the inside of his entryway. All I saw that the walls were pink. Did he paint them or were they like that when he bought the place?
I go back home, into my room to practice my song for Mr. Tapir, because I want this moment to be perfect. Afterwards I finish watching "Holes".