OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story (of course!) is based on FICTIONAL characters. "THE SIMPSONS" is created by Matt Groening, and is copyrighted by the 20th Century Fox Film Corporation and Gracie Films. For any and all horny guys who fantasize about (at least some!) of the male characters from "THE SIMPSONS", I dedicated this HOT tale of animated homoerotic doings! Enjoy!
(SPRINGFIELD, USA): The Reverend Timothy Lovejoy, sitting at his desk on Saturday afternoon, should have been hard at work on next day's sermon. But, at the moment, the good Reverend was taking care of more important business...(!!) With his fly unzipped, and legs spread wide, Rev. Lovejoy was busy stroking his aching erection while he hungrily eyed the graphic photos in the latest issue of "GLOWING GLUTES GAZETTE: THE HOTTEST ALL-MALE SPANKING MAGAZINE EVER PUBLISHED"! Yep! It was true! Despite the fact that Lovejoy was a man of the cloth, and a happily married husband and proud dad, he secretly was bisexual, and had a real thing for male butts......especially butts that were built to be man-whacked!
As Lovejoy muttered to himself, stroking his elongated clergyman's cock, he drooled over the pictures of hot guys across the knees of other hot guys, getting their round, meaty asses tanned. How the good Reverend had thought about doing it to Homer Simpson's fat butt......yeahhhh......or having the portly, inept Police Chief Clancy Wiggums across his lap, while he paddled the fat cop's fat, plump rear through the seat of his uniform pants......(!!) Lovejoy felt he was getting close to his peak....feeling his nuts start to churn.....when, without warning, he heard a knock on his the door! "Oh, darn!" Lovejoy muttered, as he stuffed his leaking dong back into his pants and zipped up. "Come in!" he called out, trying to adjust the big bulge in his trousers. The door opened and it was none other than Ned Flanders, the ever-smiling, mustachioed, ultra-pious Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes Of Springfield! "Hey diddle-ee-doo, Revereeno!" Flanders chuckled. "Hope I didn't disturb you!" "Hmmmmmm...." Lovejoy muttered. "If you only knew..."
Before either of them could say anything else, there was a loud crash as Ned accidentally knocked a rare 1960 Bobble-Head Apostle Paul from his desk top, shattering the antique collectible beyond repair. Lovejoy gasped, as did a goggle-eyed Flanders. "Uh....sorry, Reverend.....I guess I wasn't looking...here, I'll pick up the pieces....maybe I can fix it..."
With that, Flanders turned away from Lovejoy, and bent over to pick up the broken pieces of Lovejoy's beloved bobblehead. Flander's trousers were stretched tight across his firm, sexy little ass, and the outline of his briefs was sharp and clear.
As his still-hard cock throbbed anew, Lovejoy realized just how many times he had stolen discreet glances at Flanders' oh-so-hot-and-sexy little ass! That sexy little butt that DESERVED a good, hard lesson in man-administered discipline!
"Get Thee behind me, Satan." Lovejoy whispered, and then, without warning, he grabbed his desk chair, pulled it into the center of the room, and, after sitting down on it, reached out and grabbed a shocked and stunned Ned Flanders....and got him across his knees! "Hey! What the ding-dang doodly's going on here, Reverend?!?"
Without replying, Lovejoy swiftly yanked Flanders' trousers down to his shoes, busting the zipper in the process. "SPARE THE ROD, AND SPOIL THE CHILD, FLANDERS!" the Reverend growled, as he raised his hand and brought it down full force on the round, firm, butt-crammed seat of Ned Flanders' briefs! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Ned yelped, whined, and moaned, not believing what was happening.
"OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!" Flanders cried, as Lovejoy's punishing hand assaulted his quivering buns through his tight briefs, causing his jiggling, cotton-encased glutes to quiver and bounce. "YOU'VE TEASED ME LONG ENOUGH, FLANDERS!" Lovejoy snarled, as he roughly yanked Flanders briefs down, exposing his round, meaty, yellow buns, now turning a nice, deep crimson. WHAP! WHAP! WHACK! WHAP! WHACK!" Again and again, Reverend Lovejoy's strong hand came made sharp, stinging contact with Ned Flander's religious rump.
As he thrashed around on Lovejoy's trousered lap, Ned found, to his horror, that his own cock was now rock hard, and he was grinding it against Lovejoy's firm thigh, fast in furious! "STOP! I BEG YOU, REV. LOVEJOY! PLEASE! DON'T TURN ME INTO A HOMOSEXUAL! I'LL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL!" All Lovejoy did was to grin sadistically and to sneer, "Even Hell won't be as hot as your sexy little butt will be when I'm trough, Flanders!"
By now, Flanders was whimpering, pleading, and crying...and STILL humping Lovejoy's lap like a madman! So carried away was he, that he did not notice that Lovejoy had retrieved the belt from his bunched-up pants, and, doubling it up, started a fresh assault on Ned Flanders' already flaming rear. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! "OOOHHHHSPANK-A-REENO, REVEREND!" Ned cried out, now totally enjoying his first experience of male/male spanking, throwing his stuffy, ultra-uptight, ultra-conservative religious beliefs to the wind. Ned's sexy little buns quivered and bounced up a storm as the angry, highly-aroused Reverend Lovejoy continued his assault on Ned's ass with his belt. Now...with his throbbing cock leaking lube all over Lovejoy's trousers....his hairy balls twitching and churning.....he reveled in the hot, burning, erotic sting of man-administered punishment to his flaming, vunerable behind, Flanders could no longer hold back his impending orgasm.
"OOOHHLLOORDDY!! OHHHH-SPANKALICIOUS-DING-DANG-DOODLY!" he moaned loudly, and then, AUUGHHHHHHHH!! OOHHLORDDDDYESSS!!! SPANK THAT HINEY, REVEREND! DON'T SPARE THE ROAD WITH THIS ADULT CHILD!" As the belt continued to lash into his battered, glowing, super-sexy butt, Flanders throbbing cock blasted out a huge load of Christian cum, splattering all over Lovejoy's neatly-pressed trousers.
It was as though he'd NEVER cum before in his life! Even sex with his late wife Maude wasn't THIS hot! Feeling Ned's cum soak his trousers, Lovejoy roughly shoved the whimpering, teary-eyed, bespectacled middle-aged man off his lap, and ordered him to bend over the desk. Ned obeyed, and, as he did so, his bespectacled eyes saw Lovejoy's copy "GLOWING GLUTES GAZETTE"! As he lustily stared at the glossy photos, Lovejoy got behind him, his fly open, and his huge cock in his hand, aiming straight at Ned's welted, belted, red, raw ass!
"PREPARE TO HAVE YOUR SINNING FLESH ANOITED, MY SON!" Lovejoy intoned grandly, as he fisted his aching member, and Ned felt volleys of the Reverend's hot, thick clergyman's cum blast all over his sore, battered buns, dripping down into his sweaty, hairy crack.
As Lovejoy's rough hand gently massaged his hot, sticky spooge into Ned's battered butt, Ned whimpered: "Gosh-a-roonies, Reverend! I never knew sinning could be so enjoyable!"
Still caressing Ned's glowing, bruised ass, he chuckled softly....."This is only the beginning, my son....you still have MUCH to learn.....just wait until I educate you on the finer points of anal intercourse!" And, as he continued to rub and knead Ned's red, sore, sticky backside, Lovejoy was picturing doing the same thing to Homer J. Simpson....Chief Clancy Wiggums.....Montgomery Burns......Weyland Smithers....Troy McClure......
Yes, Lovejoy thought with his eyes closed, the Lord does indeed work in mysterious ways! THE END! Hope you enjoyed! Comments always welcome! Look for Part 2 soon! What Springfield studs will be getting it on next time??