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!