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Bart writing on the blackboard:
A PICKUP GAME OF FOOTBALL DOES NOT MEAN LETTING THE TEAM GANGBANG YOU IN THE LOCKERROOM.
COUCH GAG
The Couch is drinking in a bar where other couches are the patrons and bartender. Bart enters and approaches The Couch and they go to a motel where The Couch fucks the naked Bart's ass. Done, The Couch goes to sleep, and wakes up in the living room, tied into place and squirms a while, then gets still, as the family runs in and takes their place sitting on The Couch. Bart at the far end smiles and pats the armrest of The Couch which has a gag tied on it.
WE SEE TROY MCCLURE, SITTING IN A CHAIR BEFORE A FIRE, WHO BEGINS TALKING
"Hello, everyone, my name is Troy McClure, you may recognize me from such films as the Western 'The Boy and the Butt Bandits' or the family drama 'Sons and Lovers.' In filming 'The Simpsons,' we have often filmed various side stories concerning Bart, the loveable mischievous scoundrel and all-around boytoy, only to find that the primary plot didn't leave time for it. We're going to show you some of the more memorable scenes.
"In 'Burns Verkaufen der Kraftwerk,' Mr. Burns sells the power plant to the Germans, who buy out all the employees' stock holdings in the plant for a big profit, all but Homer who sold his for only twenty-five cents a share. When Homer goes to Moe's bar to celebrate and find that all his friends got rich instead, he gets royally drunk and misses out on all the fun that happens afterward when Bart arrives...."
SCENE CHANGES TO INTERIOR, MOE'S TAVERN:
Moe answers his telephone, and says, "Moe's Tavern. Moe speaking."
Bart is in the living room on the telephone: "Hello. I'm looking for a woman, last name Mantahug, first name Anita," he said.
Moe said, "Just a minute, I'll check." To the entire bar, he called out, "Anita Mantahug? Anita Mantahug? Come on, everybody, Anita Mantahug?"
Lenny replies, "Have you tried the gay bar downtown?"
Carl added, "Or maybe the alley behind the Kwik-E-Mart?"
Everyone laughed, and Moe flushed, he'd been tricked again and he snarled at the telephone, "Oh, it's you again! When I get my hands on you, I'm going to rip your head off and spit down the neck!"
Bart laughed, slapping his thigh, then hung up hastily when Mom entered. "Bart, honey, I need you to go to Moe's Tavern and get your father, it's almost time for dinner."
"Moe's Tavern?" Bart gulped. "But I'm sort of busy...."
"It won't take but a few minutes, now scoot!" She pushed him out the door and Bart swallowed hard, and walked the two blocks to Moe's Tavern. He opened the door and Moe saw him enter.
"Hey, Bart!" he was all smiles at the boy, who regarded him warily, "Hey everyone, it's Bart, Homer's kid, he's such a cut up, playing pranks on everyone, how have you been doing lately Bart, anything good lately?"
"Nah, mostly I've been making prank phone calls to a complete idiot. He falls for it every time."
"Yeah, hey, that's a good one, is it anyone I know?"
"I guess not." Bart said. "Anyhow, Mom told me to come get Homer."
"Oh, he's here but since you're here, why don't you do that little dance you did for the boys at that get together over at Todd Blake's house, you remember that?"
Bart grinned, "I sure do."
"Can you do it for us, everyone here is celebrating besides your father. How about it, get up on the bar and show us what you got!"
Bart hopped up onto the bar and music started up from somewhere as he began to give the men a slow, hip-grinding dance. He slid his hands under his t-shirt and lifted it up to show off-and-on his left nipple and the men all went, "Ooh, ooh!" at the sight. Bart then took off his t-shirt and tossed it to Barney, who caught it and sniffed it eagerly. Bart then sat on the bar's edge in front of Lenny and Carl. He stuck out his left foot to Lenny, and Lenny pulled off Bart's shoe and sock. Bart used his bare foot to caress down Lenny's left cheek and Lenny licked it as he finished.
Bart put his right foot up to Carl and gave him the same treatment, only Carl caught the foot and stuck it in his mouth and sucked on the toes while Bart wriggled, then gently extracted it and got back onto his feet. His hands went to his shorts and he said seductively, "Eat my shorts!" He stuck his crotch into Barney's face and Barney gnawed at the boy's prick through the shorts, and Bart held his head and grunted and moaned as he moved his hips slowly back and forth.
He pushed Barney's head away gently and began to gyrate his hips with his hands over his head.
Homer looked up blearily, "What's going on now, guys?" he mumbled.
Sam was to his left, and said, "Some kid is up on the bar doing a striptease, it's fucking hot!"
"Yeah, that boy's dad is a total loser, I bet. A no-good do-nothing father is what he'd have to be to let that happen. I bet the kid lets everyone in the bar fuck him when he's done."
"You're right about that," Sam agreed, he adjusted his green hat and loose gray vest over his pink pullover shirt, and added, "I'm going to get a closer look, drink your beer, Homer."
Homer lifted up his mug and gulped at the heady brew, as Sam walked away to get into the pack of men now clustering in front of Bart.
Bart slid his shorts down his legs seductively, and Moe was behind him, leering, and he knelt down in front of Moe and said, "You like my shorts, Moe?"
"I sure do!" Moe slavered and Bart threw them into Moe's face which knocked him back as the barflys laughed. Bart now only wore a small pair of briefs and he said, "What am I offered for these?" he asked.
"Five dollars!" Lenny bid.
"Seven dollars!" Carl added.
"Hey, we can share them," Lenny chided his buddy. "Ten Dollars!"
"Fifteen!" bid Sam.
"I'll go twenty, but I want them right now!" called Hans, he and his business partner were sitting in the back and watching the proceedings with extreme interest. "Do they have ein schkid-mark maybe?"
"Yeah, I was busy today," Bart said.
"Fifty dollars!" Fritz chimed in.
"Sold!" Bart slid the briefs off his body, showed the two slavering Germans the brown skidmark in the crotch, then tossed it over the head of the crowd into their hands and Fritz grabbed it and stuffed the crotch into his mouth and chewed on it, while Hans disconsolately took one part of the waistband and gnawed at it as he stared enviously at his partner.
Meanwhile, Bart had hands reaching up at him with dollar bills in their hands and he took them, then the hands reached to fondle his balls and his butt, and he grinned and jumped into their hands.
He was ferried by Lenny and Carl to a table where Carl scrabbled open his pants and aimed his throbbing dark pole toward Bart, who lifted his legs and let Carl stuff it into his young butt. Bart crooned as the hard shaft slid into him, and then Lenny, who had unzipped his own pants, slapped him on the face with his own admirable-sized pecker. Bart gulped it down hungrily, and the table rocked and squeaked as Carl and Lenny each thrust lustily at the willing boy on the table. Other patrons crowded around and in the back was Moe, who had to get around the bar to join in. "Hey, come on, guys, I missed out on fucking Bart the last time at Todd's place, let me in, come on, let me in!"
He was ignored and Carl raised his head and moaned in his rapture. Sam had managed to get to a good place and he happily replaced Carl and sighed as he felt the hot spunk lubricating his way. "Ahhh, a pre-fucked ass, always slick and smooth as warm butter," he crooned, and he began to hammer the boy's ass lustily.
Lenny moaned and shot Bart full of his jizz and when he finished, Barney stumbled into place and his stomach rested on Bart's cheek as he fumbled to get to Barney's smaller prick. He got it and Barney moaned and gasped, "Oh, man, this is even better than beer!"
After Sam finished, Larry, another barfly, stepped into place, pushing back the long hairs he wore to compensate for his balding scalp. He worked the boy over, and then the less regular patrons who were lucky enough to be there had their turn. Meanwhile, Moe had had to give up again to serve the beers the sexually exhausted men were clamoring for to celebrate the hot sex they'd just shared in. Bart raged into first one climax, and then a second one as he was fucked by man after man after man after man!
Last of all were the two German businessmen, who had deliberately hung back and they approached the well-fucked lad and his butt dripping with come. "You are a good boy, are you not?" he said as he gave the boy the fifty dollars he had promised. "May I have the permission to help you clean up from this?"
"Be my guest," Bart generously offered, and Hans eagerly put his mouth to Bart's young bum and sucked the hot jizz out, gulping down the liquid eagerly. Fritz settled for licking the boy's sweaty body all over, savoring the essential flavor of young exertion.
"You are a gut boy, ja?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah." Bart agreed. "The best!"
"The dirty briefs you have, they had the schkidmarks, ja?"
"Very much ja!" Bart agreed. "If I can catch them before Mom does the laundry. I have five or six of them in my hamper now, each one marked for life."
Hans wiped his mouth and Fritz slavered at the thought. "We can give you a ride home, and you sell us this, ja?"
"Sure, just drive me there then come around to the back yard. I'll throw them out the window. Fifty a pair, right?"
"Ja-da!" Fritz said and Hans nodded vigorously. Meanwhile, Homer was confronting Mr. Burns who had just walked into the bar, to the barfly's mocking greeting.
Hans and Fritz got Bart and Homer into their Mercedez-Benz and drove them the short distance home, dumping Homer on the front porch then slipping Bart to the back yard where he scampered naked up the tree to his window and then supplied the Germans with six pair of dirty shorts. Taking the money, he laid back and sighed, "I'm going to have to try to open my own business with these guys! Germans may have weird sex fetishes, but they have money, too!"
THE SCENE RETURNS TO TROY MCCLURE
"Heh-heh-heh-heh!" Troy chuckled. "Bart does know how to play a crowd. Our next scene is one from 'Bart After Dark,' when Bart gets work in a bordello and when Homer finds out how much money his son is making, he does his part to keep the madam, known only as Belle, in business. Belle puts Bart onto the job of watching the door, greeting the men who come and helping to toss out the drunk ones, but that replaced this scene which was cut out, so here is the original version of Bart working at the Maison Derriere not as a bouncer, but as part of the act!"
THE SCENE CHANGES TO THE INTERIOR OF BELLE'S BORDELLO
Bart is standing next to Belle who is talking to the boy after Homer left him with her, when one of her staff walked up, a girl wearing her blue bathing suit with the feathers on her rump like an ostrich.
"Miss Belle, we're about to do our bubble-dance number but someone popped Lady Magic's balloon, and now she refuses to go on!"
"What?" Belle was scandalized, "But we have to have a dancer to replace her, she's our main draw. Do any of the other girls want to take her place?"
The dancer shook her head. "The only ones willing to dance are all doing it horizontally, the rest don't do anything but dance."
"But Lady Magic's act...."
"Sucks to be you," Bart sympathized insincerely.
Belle turned to the boy and her look suddenly changed, "Mmmm, if we can't replace her as a person, we can replace her as an act. Okay, Bart, your father wants me to punish you, I'll give him what he wants. Go backstage with Susan, Susan, get this boy a wig and a G-string, he is going to shake his coochie!"
Meanwhile, Homer bumped into a familiar person about to enter. "Superintendent Chalmers! Why are you here?"
"Oh, I, uh, uh, just heard that this place has some dancers who are very good at their act."
"Dancers, eh? What kind?" Homer was intrigued.
"Pretty girl dancers."
"Mmmmm!" Homer got interested. "How pretty?"
"Very pretty. And they wear very small costumes."
"Do they now. Hmmm, I should check this place out for myself."
He followed Chalmers into the club and took a seat not far from the superintendent.
Backstage, Bart was given a woman's wig and makeup was applied to his face. "Why do I need all this?" He asked as tassels were hung from his titties.
Susan smiled, "Honey, a lot of the pretty girls on a stage like this are actually guys. Just think of yourself as one of them."
"You mean, I play a fruit?" Bart asked.
"The fruitiest!" Susan affirmed.
Bart thought it over. "Cool."
"Now, for how you dance...." Susan went on.
Ten minutes later, Belle came out and said, "We've had to make a substitution in the final act, everyone, but I know you'll like the next act, and this one is a good one, put your hands together for the Fairy Princess!"
Homer goggled as he stared at the small figure on the stage. He'd always had a bit of a thing for the boyish type of women, and Marge had been a slip of a thing when he'd met her, his buddies had joked that he would have to shake the sheets to find her in the bed. Marge had filled out during the years since then, but that vision continued to haunt him.
Bart gave it his all, using a gold-painted tin-lid some three feet in diameter for his "bubble" and gave it his all, hiding his body and revealing it a little at a time. He showed a leg, then the other, then his arm, then his little behind, the G-string did nothing but hide the inside bit of his butt-crack there, and the crowd was loving it. He finally threw the lid off-stage to the left, and it made a loud clatter which was partially drowned out by the crowd cheering as he stood and put his hands behind his head and gyrated his hips around and around and then shook his upper body to make the tassels sway and managed to get them twirling round and round.
Homer was in a hot-white heat, and he groaned, "Man, I want to tap that ass and tap it good!"
Belle heard this and her mischievous streak got the better of her, "If you'd like a back-stage pass to meet her and get to know her, I can arrange that. I mean, REALLY get to know her." She winked bawdily.
"You mean...?" Homer stared.
"She means you can fuck the crap out of her. For a price." Superintendent Chalmers added. "Me, I've got an eye for that girl Pearl. Can I get Pearl?"
"Gentlemen, I can help both of you. This way, if you please." Belle led the two over to a curtain that covered a doorway behind the stage and to the back rooms where the rooms gave the sounds of grunting and moaning.
Belle showed her to a room with the title, "Pearl's Oyster" and Chalmers eagerly went in.
"The room for Fairy Princess is the one Lady Magic normally uses, I'll see she lets you take it," she said to Homer. She went in and a woman soon emerged with a sullen look and Homer went inside.
The room was set up like a stage, making a clearing of small bushes and in the middle was the bed. Homer saw all this and panting, stripped off his clothes and got naked into the bed.
Bart was ushered in by Belle and saw Homer and backed off, "You want me to do HIM?" He asked.
"You got it." Belle chuckled. "Just a little game I'm playing. He's paying for a lady and I'm giving him you, you do him and I'll give you a thousand dollars."
"A...thousand...dollars?" Bart asked.
Belle nodded.
"Lady, for that much, I'd do the entire Marine Corps!" Bart raced into the room.
Belle closed the door, sighed, "I'd do the Marine Corps for nothing." she breathed. Then left, the work at a bordello was never-ending.
Homer saw the made-up Bart and threw him onto the bed and began to kiss him frantically. "Ooh, ooh, baby, baby!" he groaned. "I love my wife but I saw you up there and I had to have you, just had to! Ohhh, baby!"
A thousand dollars. Bart just smiled, "Yeah, stud, let's do it!"
Homer gleefully popped off the pasties and licked Bart's nipples with his saliva glands busily pumping, and Bart had to moan at how good it felt. Between this feeling and that money waiting, he could do it even with his own father!
"Come on, Homer, let's get busy," he mumbled in a soft voice he hoped sounded feminine and his boyish voice accomplished that where an adult's might have failed.
"You got it, baby." Homer caught the G-string and pulled it down and looked, "Hey, wait a minute! You're a...a dude!"
"I was the Fairy Princess." Bart reminded him. "What part of 'fairy' did you not get?"
"Oh..." Homer considered this with the small bubble that he used for a brain. It told him, "Go for it!" "Well, what the hell, you want it and I want you!" He climbed between the slim legs and Bart laid back on the bed and his wig slipped a bit. It and his make-up was all he had to hide behind now.
Homer's cock slipped into Bart's ass and he was surprised at how hard and hot and good his father's dong felt throbbing inside of him. Homer might not have a lick of sense and the body of a walrus, but damned, the man knew how to fuck, no wonder Mom put up with all his crap!
Homer's hip-action made the boy groan and he clutched the broad back and his fingernails bit into Homer's soft flesh. "Owwww-woooooo! Whoo-hoo!" Homer raged and his body surged into a frantic climax, and he couldn't fight it off, he hammered Bart's ass fast as he could and came with a howl. "Owww-oww-owwww-whooooo!"
"Oh, yeah, oh, yeah!" Bart shook in his own climax of boyish joy and he writhed and as he did, the wig popped off his scalp entirely, and rolled, fell off the pillow onto the bed to one side.
Homer moaned and sagged onto the boy's body and then he rose up and saw the exposed hair and those seven triangles of hair told him everything. "Holy crap, it's Bart!" he saw.
"The one and only." Bart grinned at him.
Holding his hands over his nuts, totally naked, Homer raced for the door at full tilt, and two men who saw him looked at the bottles in their hand, and threw them to smash them on the ground, they were giving them up! Four women dancers saw and swore off men for life. That naked body had turned them all from bisexual into full-fledged Lesbians, and they paired up and went off from the waiting men.
WE SEE TROY MCCLURE AGAIN
"Heh-heh-heh-heh!" he fake-laughed again. "I guess Homer got more than he paid for in that one! In our final scene here, which was from the episode with the...Holy Moses, look at that long title!" He read it out slowly, "'Raging Abe Simpson and His Grumbling Grandson in "The Curse of the Flying Hellfish."' Whew!" Troy wiped his brow. "In that story, Grandpa Abe and his fellow soldiers in the second World War had hidden a secret treasure which was to go to the final surviving member of the Hellfish, and now it's just Abe Simpson and who else but Montgomery Burns. Bart sees his Grandpa in a whole new light in more ways than one as we see in this excised scene in the bedroom at night.
THE SCENE CHANGES TO BART'S BEDROOM, BART AND GRANDPA ARE IN BED
Grandpa pointed at a tattoo. "I got this in the Second World War. Back then I was known as Sergeant Simpson and I commanded the Flying Hellfish... the fightingest squad in the fightingest company... in the third-fightingest battalion in the army. We were all from Springfield...."
"Hey, Grandpa, I need my sleep!" Bart groaned. "Can't this story wait until morning?"
"But it takes me time to go to sleep." Grandpa protested, "And this is a good story."
Bart decided on a drastic action. He reached under the covers to find his grandpa's boxers, and found, fumbled into the fly and caught the wrinkled, eldery dong and gripped it. "Tell you what, Abe, you shut up and I'll fuck myself on this wiener!"
"Oh, my!" Abe gasped. "I haven't had a boy's ass since your dad did the same thing back in nineteen...."
Bart began to flog the cock which to his surprise inflated like any younger cock he had gotten hold off. "Hey, you're actually getting it hard."
"Yeah, but the rush of blood is making me woozy," Abe complained.
"Even better." Bart agreed and moved down to stuff the cock in his mouth. Why do old men always smell exactly like cooked kernels of corn? You smell that and it puts you off the vegetable the rest of your life! Not that he liked vegetables that much to begin with. But he held to it and slicked it up and was glad he'd taken on all those guys at Moe's Tavern more than once, for he wasn't going to have any trouble with this!
Abe was swooning and therefore compliant, and Bart threw the covers off the bed and got straddle of the geezer, and sighed as he sank down on the thick shaft. Ummmm, a hard cock felt good no matter what age it was!
He began to bounce up and down and Abe moaned. Next door Homer heard the sound and chuckled, and Marge stirred and asked, "Homer, what is that noise?"
"Go back to sleep, honey, Dad turns and tosses a lot in his sleep. That's why I keep asking you to let me tie him to his bed."
"You know what happened the last time you did that," Marge answered, "he did his business all over the mattress and we had to throw it out. So forget it and go back to sleep." But she did the same while Homer listened and chuckled,
"Bart's finding out what I went through back when I was his age," he chortled. "My ass didn't make a loud fart from then until I was thirty!" He farted just to enjoy the loud noise it now made, and Marge moaned and covered her head with her pillow.
Bart was riding the hard rod fast as he could, and Abe was moaning, "Oh, oh, God, I can't tell if it's the sex or my oxygen-starved brain, but I am so happy, I am flying, I am flying, I am the Flying Hellfish! Ooh-rah, ooh-rah, ooh... Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, I think my heart's going to give out on me!"
"Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, hang in there, Abe!" Bart cried out, his rapture driving him. "This is the best fuck I've had in days, so hang in there and we'll get there together!"
"Yeah, together, like back in the day when.... Mmph!" Bart had leaned over and kissed him, and when he raised up again, Abe's mind had lost all track of anything but the boy riding his cock. "Yeah, boy, ride 'em hard, ride 'em hard!" he groaned. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, my heart! Beat a little longer, so I can die happily!" He gasped. "It was down to Asa, me and Monty Burns and now with Asa Phelps gone.... Oh, who cares! I'm old, let me die as soon as I cream!"
Outside, Monty Burns heard that and said to himself, "Hmmm, so, Mr. Johnny Live-a-Lot is on his deathbed, is he? Well, I've waited this long and I can wait and find out if he survives the ravages of a horny little boy, am I right, Smithers?"
Smithers said, "I certainly hope that doesn't apply to you, Sir. I'd love to show you that you're a lot stronger than that."
"Oh, give it a rest, Smithers, I'm after treasure now, not the old moan-and-groan."
"Whatever you say, Sir."
"Let's go, I want to pick up a fresh bottle of Geritol before we return to the mansion."
Back in Bart's bedroom, he was moaning and gasping as Bart was groaning and bouncing, and suddenly, Abe let out a long loud moan, "OHHHHH, I'M COMING! OH, THERE'S THE BRIGHT LIGHT! I'M COMING TO YOU NOW, COMING TO YOU!"
His spunk shot into Bart's ass and he rose up in bed in his ecstasy, his mouth open and eyes wide, and then he fell back onto the bed, his tongue lolling out one side of his mouth.
Bart was in his own rapture and he groaned and crooned and shivered and fell down onto Abe's chest and panted as he sighed in his joy, "Ohhhhh, Grandpa, that was better than I thought it would be. Maybe now you can sleep and...."
His eyes goggled out as he saw his grandfather's pale face, eyes open and still, his tongue drooling a bit of spit on the tip. "Oh, my God! Homer! Homer! I think Grandpa's dead!"
"Dead?" Homer sat up in the bed. "Whoo-hoo! Finally!" He jumped out of bed as Marge rose.
"Poor thing, his heart gave out on him at last, did it?"
"I'm not surprised, seeing what he was just doing!" Homer smirked.
"Why, what was he doing?" Marge asked.
They went in and Bart was standing by the bed, having pulled the covers up over his grandfather to hide his actions.
"Oh, Homer, he died in our son's bed!" Marge mourned. "Poor man, poor, poor, man."
"Yeah, poor man," Homer tried to hide his joy. He leaned over and said softly to Abe, "You finally kicked the bucket, did you. Now I can tell you what I always wanted to say to you, you old, worn-out, worthless piece of...."
"AH-AHHHHHH!" Abe sat up in bed and Homer jerked away, terrified! "AHHH-AHHH-ARRRRRRR!"
"He's become a zombie!" Homer shrieked.
"Cool, let's get the axe and chop his head off!" Bart supplied.
"You'll do no such thing!" Marge complained. "Abe, we heard you yell, are you all right?"
"I am now! I feel better than I've felt in my life, and now I can tell all of you all about the Flying Hellfish and the tontine that holds the secret to a great treasure!"
SCENE CUTS TO TROY MCCLURE AGAIN
"Yes, that was the start of the story about the Flying Hellfish before they changed it," Troy said. "The censors had a field day more than once with 'The Simpsons,' but now you can see why they felt they had to take the chopping block to it. Next time we offer you more outtakes, we'll let you see how one time Bart took up with celebrities, from famed actor Ranie Wolfcastle and even one time he took on washed-up actor Troy McClure and they...."
His face changed. "Washed up! Now just a minute here, I have a long resume of jobs and I won't just stand here and let you...."
THE SCREEN TURNS TO THE ENDING CREDITS AND MUSIC
THE END
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