Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2008 01:19:44 EST
From: SpankThoseButz@aol.com
Subject: The Studs Of Springfield

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??