Simpsons Porn Story: Slumber Party Chapter 9

Simpsons Porn Story: Slumber Party Chapter 9

AUTHORESS’S NOTE: I’m sorry for the delay in posting the next chapter, but I started 10th grade on Thursday and have been busy with that. :( Luckily, I have the weekend now and will hopefully post more this next coming week as well. Once again, thank you all for reading and reviewing! Every word is truly cherished. :) Enjoy chapter nine!

As a rivulet of Mr. Burns tears strolled down the right lapel of my nightshirt, I wrapped my arms around my friend as tightly as I could and had no idea what else to do. For a few lengthy minutes that seemed to last forever, we just lay there together, Mr. Burns weeping slowly but surely dying down to smaller, irregular sobs. I just lay there, not saying a word, just letting Mr. Burns cry, and I felt tremendously guilty for not even offering a consoling word. But the truth was, I didnt have a single one to say. Perhaps most obviously because I was unsure of what Mr. Burns was crying about, although I had an idea.

Maybe my speechlessness was for the best, though. In my own experience, I knew that sometimes the greatest comfort someone could offer me was merely a literal shoulder to cry on. Just someone who would be there and hold me in their arms and allow me to cry, without unnecessary questions or musings. Just someone to be there. Even though no one really ever was, at least for me.

I closed my eyes and held firmly onto my love, whose body was now shaking gently and whose snivels had grown soft. It was actually rather healing for me as well, this surreal experience. After years and years of receiving no affection or comfort from my parents or anyone else when I was a child, I decided to fill the void by caring for others and swathing them in the love I had never known. It proved a wonderful solution to my pain, and this was no exception. After the rollercoaster of empyreal highs and heartrending lows I experienced that evening, I was in desperate need of some tangible form of placation.

Then suddenly, the sound of Mr. Burns wailing impeded. I was grateful. Hearing my true love cry was the worst sound in the world.

I then waited for him to speak, to explain himself, but we continued to lay there, now in complete silence. A few moments later, I heard him take a deep breath and saw his eyes look up at me. Smithers he began weakly. Im afraid Ive gotten your pajamas all wet.

I smiled slightly and said, Oh, Mr. Burns, thats quite all right, I began, looking at him sadly. But youre obviously not.

While Mr. Burns usually would deny any claim that suggested his vulnerability, he must have known he couldnt do it this time. He had been bawling like a small child. He couldnt end the night without explaining himself. He could, however, wait quite a while before doing so. Minutes later, Mr. Burns sighed and said, SmithersIIm sorry for my little outburst. Im just so confused. It didnt even really sound like Mr. Burns voice. It was smaller and feebler and on the brink of a resume of tears. I dont know whats happening with me. With you. And mostly, with me and you together.

At this point, Mr. Burns would usually have ceased his speech and waited for me to pick up the pieces, but I suppose my friend, the overdose of scotch, inspired a rather telling loquaciousness. Mr. Burns continued, Smithers, Im too old for love. That ship sailed and sunk long ago. Im too broken and weak and just plain outdated to partake in the modern dance of love. He scoffed sadly. I mean, before tonight, I didnt even know that two males couldwell, I wish I had known. My life would have made a lot more sense. And my self-hatred might have been a bit lower if I knew it was okay.

Now I had to speak. Are you telling me that you have had homosexual experiences before?

No, Smithers! Of course not! exclaimed Mr. Burns. I thought it was wrong. And while I am usually one to rebel against societal standards, I didnt even know there existed such a thing as homosexuality. I thought it was all in my head. These occasional thoughts that always made me disgusted with myselfwell, I didnt know anyone else had ever had them. The point iseven if it is socially accepted in modern times, you and I come from different times, different worlds. Im too old for you, for love, and we both know that.

Mr. Burns, thats not true, I began passionately. No one is too old for love. Especially not you. Like I always tell you, you have the mind and spirit of men in their prime, youthful years.

You lie, Smithers. Im no young man anymore.

I shook my head and stared into Mr. Burns eyes. Sir, I would never lie to you. Whatever I tell you is what I truly believe. And I truly believe that youre as capable and deserving of loving and being loved as anyone else on this earth.

Mr. Burns looked away and began playing with a loose thread on the covers. Perhaps Im not too old for love. But I am too old to have my heart broken again.

I placed my hand under Mr. Burns chin and turned his gaze towards me. I would never break your heart, sir. There is simply no chance of that happening. I promise you.

“But Smithers, I don’t even know…I’ve always been attracted to women and so have you. What is this, Smithers? Am I a homosexual? Are you? What is this? And even if it is socially accepted, does that make it right?” asked Mr. Burns. “I mean, I’ve always sensed that there was something between us besides friendship, and I guess I tried to ignore it, but I can’t anymore. I have to accept it and I suppose…explore it, but…this is really all new to me, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, sir, I don’t know if you’re homosexual or if I am, or if this is just some exception to the rule, but…all I know is that you’re right. There is somethng more than friendship here. And I’m willing to find out what that something is, if you are,” I said hopefully, still not believing any of this was really happening. My deepest dreams were coming true before my very eyes, but I attempted to remain calm and not become too excited. In case my heart was broken again, it would be easier this way.

Mr. Burns and I peered into each others eyes again, this time neither of us blinking or looking away, when Mr. Burns said abruptly, Truth or dare, Smithers?

What?

Truth or dare? Pick dare.

Unsure, I said, Umdare.

Mr. Burns smiled softly and said, I dare you to reenact the video we watched together tonight. Perhaps not exactly, butthe same conception, at least.

Confused, I pointed out, Well, two people would be required to reenact it, sir.

Then Mr. Burns put his thin, little hand in mine and said, Well, Im right here, Waylon.

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2 Responses to Simpsons Porn Story: Slumber Party Chapter 9

  1. Dawn says:

    Homer should go back to see Lurleen and say he wants to have sex with her and start an affair and fall in love with her and leave marge

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