Simpsons Porn Story: Unexpected Connections Chapter 10

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Now, I know you might find it odd that I know exactly where Springfields gay community is, but Bart started as we hopped off the trolley together.

I was a bit curious, I admitted.

Well, I know it might seem odd, but…uhits Milhouse who always wants to come here, Bart explained implausibly. Yeah, Milhouse.

I shrugged it off and we began to walk down the streets of the hidden part of Springfield, where parents would never let their kids go, where adults themselves preferred to stay away from. The secrecy and supposed scandal that surrounded this community both shocked and appalled me, like so many other things in the world I was born into.

Whenever my family would set foot here, by some chance of wrong directions or whatnot, my dad would start growing anxious and even my mom would seem uncomfortable. But I knew there was nothing to fear or loathe here. These were just people like all of us, no different. I was never less than happy here, except for that day with Bart. That day when I looked like any random, pointlessly apprehensive heterosexual. I hoped people didnt get the wrong idea by the look of trepidation that must have been scribbled across my face.

Bart, this is stupid. Mr. Smithers is probably at work now. And even if he wasnt, its not like every gay person hangs out here, I pointed out, wanting to turn around quickly and go back to school.

Bart shrugged. Well, maybe. But if we dont find him here, we can at least ask people if they know him, and thatll give us our answer.

I supposed that made sense, even though I tried to think of an argument to no avail. Why does it even matter so much to you, Bart?

It doesnt. Just a good reason to get out of school, he replied cavalierly, but I knew my brother better than that.

I dont buy that. Come on, Bart. Tell me the truth, I insisted.

That is the truth, Bart said, putting his hands in the pockets of his standard sky-hued shorts. That andwellits better for you to find out now about Mr. Smithers before this crush goes too far. He said the next part in a low mumble. Itll hurt less for you this way.

Even though he was trying to be barely audible, I heard his confession and smiled. Thank you, Bart. I just hope theres nothing to find out.

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Bart and I sauntered through the clean streets of gay Springfield for a while, and having seen no glimpse of Mr. Smithers, decided to proceed to plan B. Bart eyed an attractive, well-put-together, middle-aged man standing outside an ice cream parlor smoking a cigarette and looking rather dashingly sad. That guy right there. He looks like Mr. Smithers type. Lets ask him.

Bart, I dont know. He doesnt look like he wants to be disturbed.

Exactly. Heh-heh, Bart said with an evil chuckle, pulling me along as he approached the man. Excuse me, sir. I was wondering, have you ever seen, gone out with, or had sexual relations with a Mr. Waylon Smithers?

I was too embarrassed and scared for Bart to even watch the scene. I hid behind my brother and looked away, keeping my ears perked all the while.

I heard the mans low voice answer: Hmmm. No. I havent. Well, perchance Ive seen him. I dont know.

Gray spiky hair, blue eyes, glasses? Bart asked.

I looked to the man anxiously for his response. He merely emitted a puff of smoke from his mouth and shrugged. I dont know. I just moved here. Sorry.

Annoyed, Bart took my hand and led me away. Thanks for nothing, man! he shouted to the man as he walked down the street.

Bart, you dont have to be so rude, I said, discomfited by my brothers deficiency of manners.

That guy had it coming to him, Bart tried to justify. He then saw a group of men sitting together at a table outside a caf. Ah, perfect. A whole group of them. One of them surely will give us our answer. Hey, dudes! Yeah, you guys outside the caf!

The men turned their heads towards us. One of them asked, Yes?

Yeah, I was wondering, do any of you fellows know a Mr. Waylon Smithers?

They all looked to each other, a bit surprised by Barts sudden question. One of them looked back and nodded, Yeah, I know Waylon. Works at the power plant downtown?

Yeah, thats the guy, Bart said. How do you know him? You guys dated? I would have been abashed by Barts blunt prying, but my stomach was too abundant with nervous knots.

Well, we were in the same fraternity

Bart interrupted, A gay fraternity? I nudged him in the stomach with my elbow.

The guy looked at Bart strangely. Well, no. But yeah, we also went out couple times. What of it?

My heart felt like sinking as Bart smiled and responded, Thats it. Thanks very much. Youve been a lot of help.