Date: Tue, 9 Dec 2008 01:32:47 EST
From: SpankThoseButz@aol.com
Subject: "Studs Of Springfield" (Part 2)

OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION based upon FICTIONAL  characters.
"THE SIMPSONS" are created by Matt Groening, and is copyrighted by  20th
Century Fox Film Corporation/Gracie Films. READERS: I'm sure that any  die-hard gay
or bi SIMPSONS fan has long been wondering when Mr. Burns'  dedicated,
bespectacled executive assistant, Waylon Smithers, is finally going  to come
out......and also to finally confess to his weasel-like, snickering,  money-grubbing
boss, Mr. Montgomery Burns that he has had the major-league hots  for him for
years.....well.....wait no more!  Enjoy!

                           "You wanted to speak with me, Smithers?"
Montgomery Burns, President and CEO of  the Springfield Nuclear Plant, asked his
executive personal assistant, Waylon  Smithers, who sat nervously in a big mahogany
chair, facing his boss from the  other side of the massive desk. "Uhhh...yes,
sir.....I've wanted to talk to you  about this for some time now, sir....and,
uh, sir.....what I mean to say is..."  Smithers' stuttering and stumbling was
making the old CEO fidgety, and he  drummed his skinny fingers against the
highly-polished top of his huge,  document-strewn desk. "Oh, let's stop playing
games, Smithers," Mr. Burns  growled impatiently, "Whatever it is, just spill
it out!" There was a  split-second of silence, and then Smithers simply blurted
out, "I LOVE YOU,  MONTGOMERY! I'VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR AS LONG AS I
CAN REMEMBER! YOU'RE THE  SEXIEST MAN ALIVE AND YOU DRIVE ME WILD WITH UNBRIDLED
DESIRE THAT SETS MY GROIN  ON FIRE!"  For a moment, Montgomery Burns sat in
stunned silence....and  then.....slowly at first......it all started to sink
in......and make  sense!
                    Of course, Mr. Burns thought to himself. No wonder
Smithers has been so  dedicated to me all these years....he worships the ground I
walk upon......never  an interest in the opposite sex....always practically
drooling whenever he's  around me....yes....it all makes PERFECT sense! Smithers,
meanwhile, sat silent  in his chair, wishing he could read his mentor's cagey
mind. "EXCELLENT!" Mr.  Burns exclaimed, tapping his fingertips  together.
                                         "Maybe it's just as well I've struck
out with the female sex so many  times.....I'm getting old...too old to play
cat-and-mouse any  longer......Smithers, today is the first day of what will
truly become the  hottest and most sordid relationship in the history of
Springfield!" Before  the astonished Smithers could even open his mouth to reply,
Mr. Burns got up  from behind his desk and walked over to where Smithers was
sitting.
                                       He playfully tousled his admiring,
horny assistant's hair, much like a dad would  do with his small son. Waylon
Smithers was ready to totally flip out, almost  refusing to believe what was
happening! Smithers noticed that the crotch of Mr.  Burns' suit pants sported a big
bulge behind the fly, and, after muttering, "Oh,  Montgomery, you have no
idea how long I've waited for this!" started nibbling  and sucking that big bulge
through the expensive material, really lapping away  like a starved dog.
Soon, the crotch of Mr. Burn's suit pants was soaked with  Smithers' spit, and
then, without warning, Smithers got up out of the chair,  knelt down in front of
his weasel-faced, skinny boss/mentor/newfound lover, and  unzipped Mr. Burns'
fly, and, reaching into his trousers and boxers, pulled out  a slab of
executive dick that had to be at least TEN INCHES  LONG!!!

                                  "Never thought I was THIS hung, eh,
Waylon?" Burns chuckled, watching Smithers'  eyes bulge behind his glasses. Without
even the briefest reply, Smither's  started licking up and down the rigid
length of Burns' turgid old trouser-snake,  going wild on the taste of corporate
sweat and cologne. "OOOHHHFUCK, WAYLON,  YOU'RE DRIVING ME WILD WITH LUST! WHY
DID WE BOTH WAIT SO  LONG?"

      Smithers could not answer, as he had swallowed Burn's massive corporate
cock  right down to the open fly of his suit pants, and sucked and slurped
away on the  big fuckpole like there was no tomorrow. Montgomery Burns was now
feeling  sensations he had never thought possible, and every nerve-ending in
his body  screamed with wild, manly  lust!
              Then, suddenly, Mr. Burns pulled his slippery, drooling cock
out of Smithers'  talented mouth, and growled, "All right, my boy! You've had
this coming for too  long now....drop your pants and shorts and bend over my
desk!"
                                        In a flash, Smithers obeyed, and Mr.
Burns felt his balls churn even more  when he got his first glimpse of
Smithers' naked ass. Manly but cute, sexy and  round...."ahh, yes, I'm going to enjoy
making a habit of this!", Mr. Burns  chortled, as he removed his belt from
his trouser loops, and gave Smithers' sexy  little rump a good, hard,
no-mercy-shown,  ass-whipping.

Smithers yelped, cried, moaned, and cussed as his sexy, suited old boss
whipped  his hot little butt, making those hot cheeks quiver and bounce  madly.
                                                                    Mr. Burns
was really getting off on this! And, when Smither's round, sweaty butt  was
criss-crossed with hot, stinging welts, Montgomery Burns tossed aside the
belt, dropped to his knees, and then proceeded to tongue-bathe each scorching
welt that now crosshatched Smithers' flaming rump. Smithers moaned  in blinding
ecstacy...and then, even more so when Burns' bony fingers  pulled his hot
mounds apart, and buried his lean face between those scorched  mounds of flesh, and
started lapping away at his tight, hairy  chute.
                                                       "OOOHHHHHhhhhhhh,
Montgomery....yesss....eat your hot stud-boy's hot little  ass....yeahh, old man,
go for it!" Burn's big, beaky nose prodded Smither's  hairy hole like a
miniature dick, and, fuck, what a  feeling!!

After Burns had gotten Smithers all good and lubed, he stood up, and, without
 warning, roughly slammed every throbbing inch of his massive corporate cock
up  Smithers' tight-as-hell asshole! Smithers growled and gasped, moaned and
whimpered, as Montgomery Burn's huge dick angrily plowed in and out of his
well-stretched, smarting  hole.
                The teeth of Burn's open fly nipped at Smithers' well-whipped
buns with every  forward stroke, adding even more nut-churning sensations to
the savage  butt-fucking he was receiving! The more he roughly plowed
Smithers' tight, fiery  chute, the more Burns realized that, deep down, all along,
that HE HIMSELF had  the hots for this sexy little corporate  geek!
                                     Mr. Burns' hot breath tickled the hairs
on Smithers' neck, and his bony hands  clutched tightly to Smithers' solid
soldiers, fucking him harder...and with wild  abandon! "Ohhh, Sir..." Waylon
Smithers moaned, 'Shoot that hot, fucking  daddy-load up my tight little queerboy
ass! Show me how a REAL man creams his  hot, cock-sucking, fuck-buddy! "YOU
LITTLE FUCKING FOUR-EYED COCKSUCKING  MAN-WHORE...TAKE MY FUCKING
LOAD....OOOHHYESSSSS...ARRGGHH!!!  UGHHHNNNNN!!!!!!!"

       Like a fire hose gone wild, Burn's huge, ass-splitting cock began
spewing jet  after jet of thick, hot, corporate daddy jizz deep inside of his
tight, violated  ass. As he kept on shooting, his bony hand was busy pumping
Smither's  throbbing, slippery nine-incher, making Smithers moan even louder.
"YEAH,  MONTGOMERY, YEAH, YOU HOT SUITED CEO FUCKER! MAKE ME SHOOT MY FUCKING LOAD!
 OOHHHHHHHHYYEEAHHH  UGGNNNN!"
                                   Smithers let loose with a massive load of
spooge, splattering Burns' pumping  fist, his cuff link, his jacket sleeve,
and the desktop. A pile of documents  received several direct hits as  well.

                                                            Finally, slowly,
both men came down off of both their highs, and Burns  reluctantly pulled his
battle-scarred member from Smithers' tight, gaping,  cum-dripping hole, and,
flipping him over onto his back, leaned back, and  brought his lips close to
Smithers' sweaty  face.                              "I love you, Waylon,"
Montgomery Burns whispered, as he started kissing the  geeky fellow with reckless,
wild abandon. "I love you, Montgomery," Waylon  Smithers replied, and soon,
the two men had their hot tongues intertwined  in each others' hot mouths, both
knowing that, from this moment forward, they  would be forever bonded. Oh,
man, Smithers thought happily, I can't wait until  Montgomery and I appear in the
next Springfield Gay Pride Parade....and I'll be  his pull toy!       THE
END!! Hope you guys  enjoyed! Comments and feeback are most welcome! Look for
Part 3  soon!