Chapter 7

ONE

BART'S LAST DAY

A loud alarm clock-style tone wakes Bart Simpson from a long day's sleep. He glances towards a curtain-covered window in Milhouse's apartment bedroom to see the somewhat bright sunlight of the depleting Saturday evening, and without looking at his cell phone, he knew it was five in the evening.

Bart yawns as he sits up in Milhouse's guest bedroom bed, wishing he could fall back asleep. He picks up his cell phone from a bedside nightstand, glancing at the phone's lock screen, he saw several notifications. Most were from news and social media apps, but he spotted a few missed calls from Lisa and his mother. Since he decided to stop working for the strip club, Bart made it a priority to stay away from his sister until he found a new job.

Bart knew that it would be, in a way, hell on earth if she did find out about his long kept secret, but he also knew that the idea of him working at Maneuvers, a widely-known gay strip club of Springfield, wouldn't sit quite well with his family or friends. For months, he took a very dangerous risk, and so far it was paying off, way more than he would like to tell anyone. He had one final night, after which, he would be retired from the stripping game for good. That much he was sure of.

A slight knock to the door shook Bart awake. The door slowly opened to reveal Milhouse's face as he said "Just making sure you're awake. I'll be in the living room when you're ready."

Milhouse shut the door behind him, and his footsteps could be heard crossing the tiled floor through the small apartment to the living room. Flipping off the blankets, a fully nude Bart Simpson stood up, tossed on a pair of black boxers he stashed under the covers and headed outside the bedroom and to the bathroom that was perpendicular to it.

Shutting the bathroom door behind him, Bart starts running the shower water, and He quickly walks back to the mirror over the sink to review his features. Besides the remaining sleep in his eyes, Bart's face was smooth, not in need of a shave; just the way he liked it. Maybe one day he would grow out his facial hair, but as far as he was concerned, today was not the day. He removes his boxers to relieve his bladder, and enters the shower.

The water felt refreshing and warm as it fell onto his smooth yellow skin. He ran his fingers throughout his disheveled signature spiky blond hair, letting the water soak into it.

As Bart showered, his mind pondered what possibly could've happened if Lisa, or anyone for that matter, found out about his lie. He knew that at the very least, Lisa would give him a tongue lashing worthy of a world record for lying to her this long, but what would she think or say about Maneuvers? That was the million dollar question. The obvious answer is no matter what he said, a majority of people would think he was gay.

He thought back to a moment in which his father thought he was gay. When attempting to pawn what she thought was a priceless family heirloom to pay the gas bill, Marge, along with the rest of the family, ventured to an antique shop. Although his Mom's attempt to pawn the item was a complete failure, Bart's parents did befriend the shop owner, John, who turned out to be a homosexual. Unbeknownst to Bart, he also took a strong liking to the antique shop owner, and Homer began to assume that he was taking up some of John's homosexual tendencies.

Bart, as most young boys at his age would've been, was oblivious to his father's notions; at least until Lisa gave him the full scoop on the way back from being saved from a horribly botched hunting trip. Bart knew that he wasn't gay. He had a copious amount of crushes on girls when he was a young boy. He spent several hours massaging his manhood, pleasuring himself to photos, videos, and even illusions conjured by his wacky and horny mind.

Grabbing ahold of a wash cloth and a bar of bland-smelling cheap soap, Bart lathered up the cloth and washed his body. While washing up, Bart began to reflect on his many sessions of self-pleasure, thinking back to the large amount of woman he jerked his member to. He stroked it to girls whom he attended school with, females in his neighborhood, even some of his mom's friends, and of course, the outrageously gorgeous girls on the many porn sites across the internet.

A majority of the girls were thick with large, succulant breasts and firm, round, plump buttocks that any young man yearns for. Bart's manhood hardened as his thoughts traveled. He worked his way down his upper body to his pelvic area. Using the lathered cloth, he covered his pelvis in the cheap, barely-scented substance that passed for soap, and proceeded downward to his private area. His mind continued to ponder the numerous girls he showed an interest in, some of which weren't great choices, and he began to wonder why he even began to care about them in the first place.

One of his interests were his two classmates, Sherri and Terri. Bart knew that both twins hated him with a passion, but, at the age of ten, he cared about them enough to sing on the school bus after receiving a kiss. Now, he couldn't care less about them. Lisa told him that Nelson, his schoolyard rival, had knocked them both up, and he was pretty sure that both girls would never lose the dreaded baby-weight, and grow old together as two big, fat, overweight blimps that no man would think about screwing once. He was almost sure of this, or rather, he hoped he was, although it has been a while since he seen them.

Running the cloth down his thick, somewhat muscled, yellow-skinned legs, Bart reflected on his brief relationship with Gretta Wolfcastle, daughter of a highly-famed actor. His mind then transitioned to Jessica Lovejoy, who was a manipulative brat that, like most preacher's girls, is nice and kind in public, but a real menace in private. Bart pondered many other girls he was infatuated with at that young age, and he began to feel assured that there was no way that his family could think he was gay.

Bart always told his friends and family that stripping was a rather lucrative job, and he believed it. Sex does indeed sell, and everyone knows it. Even with his, some may say unattractive looks and overweight physique, Bart managed to make rather good money as a stripper, especially when it came to the private lap dances.

As with every job, there are good nights, and there are bad nights. While most of the nights working in strip clubs for women's entertainment were pretty lucrative, there were many nights that were rather terrible. Then, there was the night when he walked out to a chorus of boos, and someone threw something that knocked him out cold. He still to this day wasn't sure what it was, but he came to the conclusion that his stripping career had to end.

After not working for some time, Milhouse jokingly told Bart to go work for Maneuvers, the gay strip club of Springfield. Bart laughed at the idea at first, thinking that there was no way he would be accepted into that club. Gays are known for being fabulous dressers who were in shape and just simply immaculate. Bart wasn't that. He was as far away from that as possible. Although it wasn't as big, he still had Homer Simpson's beer gut, he was out of shape, and he wasn't the fabulous dresser by any standard. He was the average everyday guy.

While this was the case, he, unbeknownst to Milhouse at first, went to apply for the club, just to see what would come of it. To his surprise, he was accepted and has been working for them ever since. At first, he thought that there would be more money to be made at Maneuvers compared to his time at his previous strip club due to homosexuality being somewhat of a taboo, and in a way, he was right. Although the pay was practically the same, he didn't have as many "terrible nights" at Maneuvers as he did stripping for women.

The important takeaway from comparing the two clubs is that he was never knocked out by a heckler. He was never booed, and as weird as it may sound, he was appreciated for his imperfections. Those who didn't appreciate his looks didn't express their disapproval, they just remained neutral.

Bart was unsure about why this was the case; perhaps men were more accepting of other men's flaws than women, or maybe his out of shape and overweight physique played into his publicly straight but secretly in the closet guy gimmick. Either way, he appreciated Maneuvers and its patrons who accepted him, but after today, he would move on to hopefully better things.

The warm water ran down Bart Simpson's back as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair to remove the strawberry-scented conditioner that he used before washing up. The conditioner came out in splashes and spatters as Bart reflected on the differences between the two clubs of his soon-to-be finished stripping career. One of the main differences was the private dances.

Both clubs exceeded Bart's expectations on the number of patrons who wanted a private dance. Although there was more hecklers at the women's club, Bart gave private dances to many women who had a thing for bigger men, most of which were middle-aged, but Bart didn't mind. At Maneuvers, he got the same type of appreciation from older men as well. There were younger women and men around Bart's age who received private dances, but they weren't many.

There's a general rule that strippers aren't supposed to screw the patrons, but, as the saying goes, rules were meant to be broken. Bart could count the number of times he had sexual intercourse on one hand while working at Maneuvers. He was propositioned many times by older men. A majority of those men were built like his father, bald, overweight, and had a huge beer gut. A few were actual fathers who were secretly exploring their sexuality, which, Bart saw nothing wrong with; after all, he was essentially doing the same thing. There was an instance in which Bart had a sexual encounter, although it was only oral, at Maneuvers, and it was with an 18-year old college freshman who, ironically, graduated from his and Lisa's high school.

To Bart, and all of the bullies at Springfield Elementary and High School, the guy was always referred to as "Band Boy." The nickname, at least in those days, was meant to be an insult towards the boy who was hated by most, but to Bart, it was a pet name after high-school. It was a pet name for the boyish-looking feminine man that broadened his horizons, and truly served as the factor that allowed him to fully express his sexuality. His mind began to recollect on the intimate and fond memories that he shared with the Band Boy, causing him to become aroused. He took his member in his hand, and began the motions that brought him so much pleasure over the years.

TWO

THE STAKEOUT

"That's it right there," Lisa said as her and the twins scoured Millhouse's apartment parking lot. "That's Millhouse's car."

"And there's a perfect parking spot right there," Terri said, pointing to an available space. "I highly doubt they'll even notice us from there."

The girls parked in the available space to begin their wait. Lisa glanced down at her smartwatch, which read 5:10. Her heart was beating quickly as the full realization began to settle in on what was going on. She didn't want to believe what the twins were telling her, but she also knew that there's a chance that they could be telling the truth.

While Bart never displayed any gay tendencies, Lisa knew a man didn't have to display those types of tendencies to be gay. Some gay men like to keep their sexuality a secret, and her brother might be one of those men, which did make sense after all. However, she honestly couldn't see her brother being homosexual. Bart had always expressed interest in women, but once again, so do some men who wanted to disguise themselves; although, Bart's interest always seemed genuine.

"Are you guys sure about this," Lisa asked in a stern tone.

"Yes," the twins said in unison.

Lisa stared at Millhouse's sedan, not wanting to add more to the conversation. She was speechless after hearing the news. She barely spoke at the book club meeting and did much of the same on the way to Millhouse's apartment. Sherri was the one to break the silence.

"We know what Martin told us," she said. "All we need to do is confirm that's where he's going tonight. He could be going to some warehouse for work, or he could be going to Maneuvers for work."

"Don't forget, Lisa," Terri Said, "the only reason we're doing this is to see if he's lying about where he works. I personally think he is, but hey, what do I know."

This made Lisa grit her teeth in anger at the twin's comment, but she knew that all she could do is wait and hope that her brother wasn't lying to her. She didn't mind if Bart was working at a gay strip joint. Granted, she wouldn't praise him for it, but she wanted to know that he meant everything he said about turning his life around. Tonight, she would have the real answer. All she has to do is wait, and wait she would.

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