Bob's lips were like a caress against his, a very welcome one, like he'd been waiting for it for a while now. A hand was slowly sliding down his neck, while Bob's tongue gently nudged his lips open, asking for an invitation.

Bart hesitantly complied, letting him invade his mouth, and unvoluntarily let out a soft moan. The sound coming from him must have encouraged Bob, since he started stroking his tongue, playing with it and exploring all he could inside.

It all felt so insanely good to Bart, almost like a dream. But the blood rushing through his body and his heart pounding in his chest like it was trying to escape was good enough evidence for him that it was all real.

All of a sudden, the hands on him gripped tighter and Bart found himself pulled away, wide-eyed at the harsh return to reality. Doubt grew in his mind. He wondered if all of that was a mistake Bob would regret, or perhaps one he should. Yet he could feel his pants had got tight with his excitement and he started to squirm in place.

Bart looked expectantly at the redhead in front of him and followed his eyes towards the open back door. Once again, his imagination went crazy. He now knew for sure Bob's intentions were far from innocent. Not so surprising coming from an ex-criminal, but now Bart was craving the man in ways he had never felt before. Fear of the unknown crept up in the back of his mind, knowing what Sideshow Bob was capable of. But there was also a morbid fascination with exactly that - what he was capable of.

His body was begging for him to get in, and after a moment of hesitation, he walked past Bob to put a foot in the car. He had barely started to climb inside when Bob unceremoniously pushed him in fully. Bart yelped in surprise and in the span of a second he was turned to lie on his back, his head all the way across the opposite side of the seats, watching lustfully as Bob climbed in to cover him completely with his body until both were face to face.

The jig was up. No more playing, no more doubting, Bart had given in to Sideshow Bob. Both men were lying in his car in the dead of the night, away from the world and, for a moment, were lost in the other's eyes.

Bart's heart was beating so hard against his ribcage, it almost hurt. As the realisation set in, he started feeling embarrassed by his inexperience and didn't dare move, his hands awkwardly placed on his chest, trying to control his breathing.

Wild red hair covered his vision completely as Bob lowered his face to his ear. Bart tensed up.

"Why so shy, all of a sudden?" His hot breath brushed against his skin, the teasing in his voice driving him mad. Of course he didn't know what to do! It wasn't like he had anticipated any of that, he thought. How the hell was he supposed to react? He had no idea - the situation was entirely new to him and the vulnerable position he now found himself in felt paradoxically pleasant.

"Shut up..." Bart snapped trying to sound sassy - though judging by his smirk, the redhead seemed amused.

He gulped when he felt long fingers slide underneath his shirt, stroking his stomach. Time seemed to slow down for both men, one trapped beneath the other.

Bart closed his eyes and let out a sigh, relaxing under Bob's touch, the older man nibbling on his neck and stroking his underbelly. He didn't care about the consequences anymore, nor was he scared for his life. In that moment all he wanted was to let Bob do as he pleased with him, like the puppet he used to be to the criminal years ago.

Bart bit his lower lip and stifled a moan when the tip of his cock was brushed against through the fabric of his pants.

"Good to see the feeling is mutual," Bob whispered into his ear, a low chuckle tickling his skin as he stroked his blond hair. Bart gasped and looked down to watch his hand play around with his belt buckle, and felt his breathing get faster and faster.

After a few agonizing seconds his belt was off, his pants unzipped and boxers lowered, freeing his erect member. His face burning with embarrassement, he tried to look away, but Bob was all around him, covering him completely.

Bob was looking down at him through his eyelashes as he wrapped his hand around his boner, slowly sliding up and down its length. Bart chewed on his bottom lip, letting Bob send waves of pleasure through his entire body, and his pelvis bucked into Bob's hand as he started moaning. The redhead looked pleased at Bart's reaction and picked up the pace, delighted to see the young man look away, moaning louder and grasping at Bob's shirt hopelessly.

But Bob wasn't too eager to end the fun so soon. His hand slowed down and released its grasp. His fingers played softly with the tip of his penis, touching it, tickling him, willing to keep him on the verge of pleasure but never quite satisfied.

His dick throbbing desperately, Bart rocked his hips to try and get more pleasure from the man above.

"P-please..." he managed to mumble, pleading.

Bob grinned.

"Begging, are we, Bart?"

The blond groaned and threw him an exasperated look, wondering what kind of game he was playing. Of course his former tormentor would enjoy hearing him so desperate and having him in such a vulnerable position. That was what he'd always wanted, though the circumstances were far from what Bart had expected. But what else could he do? He was underneath the man, longing for him, craving his touch and in dire need for release as he was being brought to his limits at his hand.

"Yes... Please, Bob..."

The ex-sideshow waited a moment, mockingly considering the sincerity of his words and gave the blond a mischievous smile.

Bart gulped with difficulty and his eyes followed Bob as he slid down his body, hands slithering down his hips, and came to a strategic stop above his boner.

An audible gasp escaped Bart's lips when his member was engulfed wholly by Bob's mouth, the warm and wet sensation sending waves of shivers in his entire body. His back arched up with pleasure; Bob's lips were sliding up and down the length of his cock, his tongue expertly stroking it and his fingernails were digging into his hips underneath his shirt, twisting the skin. It felt overwhelming. Bart wanted to take it all in for he knew this moment would eventually end, and it was almost surreal. He had received a blowjob before, sure, but there was something about the context that made it all better. This was well beyond flirting with danger, and Bart was loving every second of it.

He let out a gargled groan and he blindly grasped at Bob's hair in an attempt to ground himself to reality. Bob's rhythm increased and Bart felt light-headed, his panting heavier and heavier. He threw his head backwards and a prolongated moan escaped his throat.

"Aah... I can't... Bob...!"

He felt a sweet release. Bob had removed himself just in time and Bart ejaculated into nothing, feeling his come slide down his now soft dick. Eyes closed and finally relieved, his panting settled down and his arms fell to his sides.

The man who brought him to an orgasm resumed his position above him and lay there for a little while as if to shield him from the world and began stroking his blond hair almost lovingly, waiting for him to come to his senses.

"You should go home, Bart. It's late."