BART SIMPSON SUCKS
by
Danny Ocean
Principal Skinner sat in his office, a confused man. He was trying to understand the rantings of groundskeeper Willie, but he had no background in Scottish colloquialisms.
"I tell ye, Skinner, the lad was rimming his whole class in the little boys room.," Willie shouted. "They were all lined up, peckers in hand." Willie received a blank stare from Skinner which made the nerve in his head start throbbing.
"Explain yourself, Willie."
"That's wha' I'm trying to do, ya doily-crocheting mama's boy."
"Who was rimming what?"
"Bart Simpson!! He was sucking the wieners of his classmates!"
The mist was clearing a bit for Skinner, but he wanted to be 100% sure. "Weiner sucking?"
"Blowjobs, ya hopeless twit!!!."
"Hmmmm." The fog had cleared and his dick started to twitch. "That will be all, Willie. I'll take it from here."
Willie walked out, muttering.
So, Bart Simpson is a pansy boy, thought Skinner. Perhaps he was trying to tell me something all those times he mooned me. Of course, I always had to give him detention whenever he did that. If word ever got out that I actually enjoyed seeing his cute little tight butt, Superintendent Chalmers would fire me.
Skinner pictured Bart naked and got a raging hard-on. He fantasized himself and Simpson in bed together in a 69 position and moaned. He imagined the tightness of Bart adolescent asshole, strangling his pulsating dick. "Oh, mercy," he said.
Edna Krabbapple walked in without knocking and suggested a romantic weekend in Capital City. His dick drooped. "You'll have to excuse me, Edna. I have some important work to do." Edna became insulted and started to walk out.
"Wait! Send Bart Simpson to my office," he shouted.
During the next ten minutes, Skinner "tidied himself up" combing his toupee, straightening his tie, shining his shoes on his pant legs. Bart would be there soon. He rummaged furiously through his desk drawers. "Where the devil are those breath mints." He found one and pop it just a small hand knock on the door. "Come in."
Bart Simpson strolled in, humming nonchalantly and took his usual seat in front of Skinner's desk. "What'd I do now?"
Skinner was trembling. "Young man, it has come to my attention that you have committed a lewd and lascivious act with your school chums."
"Speak English, man."
Skinner's gaze traveled up Bart's legs as far as they could. He eyed his sweet young neck when he circled his chair. He resisted a temptation to run his hand through his spiky blonde hair. Skinner then took refuge behind his desk to hide his pants bulge. "Simpson, you have been seen sucking dicks in the boys room."
Bart eyes bulged. "I wasn't me. You can't prove anything."
"Willie saw you."
Bart sighed and sneered. He folded his arms across is chest and said, "Alright, Seymour, so I like to suck cock. So I like the feel of my friends come shooting in my mouth. So it really gets me off. So what are you gonna do about it?"
Simpson's smart-aleck attitude made Skinner even hornier. He walked to his office door and locked it. "Young man, I see you're scheduled for detention with me for the next two weeks for that stink bomb incident."
"So what?"
"So I could make that detention disappear."
"If...?"
Skinner took his cue. He walked up to Bart, whose head was level with his crotch and unzipped his fly. "You'll suck one more cock," he said as he whipped it out.
"Whatever." Bart engulfed Skinner's entire dick in two seconds. Seymour's head fell back as his eyelids fluttered. "Oh, shit, that feels great. Ohhhh, yeah."
Bart popped his mouth off his dick and said, "Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha," then slipped it back in. His tongue played around the sensitive underside of Seymour's cock as he sucked. So far, all he conquered were young dicks. Seymour's was a challenge. He was determined to make him come in three minutes or less. He reached into the Seymour's pants and tickled his balls with his four fingers.
"Ohhhh, mother!," screamed Skinner. "Bart, that feels so fucking good. Just keep sucking. I'm almost there." His knees were shaking. The sweat was dripping down his face and neck into his suit. "Almost there." He grabbed Bart's spiky head with both hands and started to fuck his face. "Here it comes!"
Bart lips clamped down and sucked mightily. He yanked on Skinner's balls. The first shot of come made him gag, but he soon recovered enough to swallow Skinner's entire load.
Skinner was in heaven. He clenched his eyes and teeth, groaning. He was afraid he would fall down. After the last spasm, he pulled his cock out of Bart's mouth and sat down at his desk, trying to catch his breath. Bart sat there, licking his lips.
"Cool." He gave Skinner a silly little grin. "That's the biggest load I've swallowed yet. I've finally graduated to grown-up cock."
"Bart, that was fabulous," Seymour said calming down. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I've always enjoyed your many moons."
"You mean when I used to do this?" Bart jumped to his feet, pulled down his red shorts and flaunted his sweet little ass.
"Ohhhhhhhh, mercy."
"You wanna stick your cock in my hole, Seymour?"
"More than anything," he said.
"Ooooh, won't Edna be jealous."
"Edna? She can go chase herself."
Bart pulled up his shorts. "Well, gotta go. I've got convince Milhouse to do my math homework for me. Later."
Copyright March 1998
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