Just wrote this on a whim. I'm not sorry for it, and I'm not sorry if you enjoyed this.

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The damn teenager was getting more and more comfortable in his presence. It had become almost bearable to have him over for a visit, seeing him somewhat older and more mature, if he could call him that. Bart spent his after school time a couple of times a week in Bob's house. Since there was nothing in there that would count as distraction in Bart's tastes, he could try and get some high school homework done in silence and focus. Sometimes, however, they sat together on the couch, Bob reading a good book from his large collection, Bart slowly destroying his brain cells on his phone.

That afternoon was one of those times. Bob was reading a classical novel and Bart had just finished his homework for the day. Or he might not have, since he had been strangely impatient to sit on the couch to loaf around. The agitated boy was slowly becoming a nuisance, however, as he kept shifting on the couch and distracting Bob in his reading.

"Will you please settle down for good?" he said rather angrily after trying to read the same sentence four times to no avail.

"Sorry," Bart replied, without an ounce of sincerity.

Bob gave him a glare, but the cur was far too focused on whatever was on his phone to even notice. He shifted one final time, scooting so close to him that their hips were touching. Bob suppressed an irked sigh, as well as an unwelcome tingling sensation as their body came into contact with eachother.

For the past few weeks, Bart had been coming over more often, and something had been bothering Bob in a disturbing kind of way. He still welcomed him into his house, as he no longer harbored any murderous feelings towards him, but Bob had been seeing him in a different light lately. He had grown so much. Despite still being rather short for his age, Bart had still grown into an arguably handsome lad, with thin features betraying his young age.

He was still shifting uncomfortably, much to Bob's dismay, as the perplexing sensation was growing inside of him. Bart nonchalently rested his head on his shoulder, not even caring much for personal space anymore. Bob let out his sigh and put his arm around his shoulder to bring him closer, all the while trying to be as casual as possible. It awakened something within Bob, something he wasn't too serene with. He tried his best to calm himself down, but the hyperactive teen sitting and moving restlessly against him certainly didn't help. He lost focus again, the words on the page jumbling into eachother, his mind wandering off back to the youth at his side. He made a strange face when he realized the sensation had spread to his crotch, and when he glanced down between his legs he saw that it had become rather noticeable. His bodily reflex made his erection twitch slightly, and Bob prayed with all his might for it to subside.

"Err... What is that?"

Bob turned his eyes toward Bart and frowned. The teen had his head turned away from his phone, in the general direction of Bob's lap.

"What?" he asked, dubious, still trying to calm himself down.

"Is that as hard-on?" he said, pointing coolly at his erection.

Bob must have lost all colors from his face. His mouth opened to answer, but nothing intelligent came out. Nother intelligent could come out in this situation. He quickly crossed his legs to hide his crotch.

"It's... nothing. Pay no mind."

"Is that... Is it me? Do you have a boner because of me?" he asked. Surprisingly to Bob, his tone didn't hold disgust, nor fear. Instead he sounded genuinely curious.

"Erections can sometimes come from out of nowhere, you know that, Bart. Like I said, pay it no mind," Bob assured him before pretending to return to his book.

Yet Bart kept looking, seemingly mesmerized by the presence of his desire. He put his phone down next to him. "You know... I never really uh..." he began, reaching a hand toward the bulge in Bob's pants.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I uh... I've never touched another guy's dick before. I guess I'm curious. I'd like to, one day, especially yours..."

Bob couldn't believe his ears. This seemed so surreal, he had to check if he was awake or dreaming. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to grasp the situation. "What do you mean, especially mine? Are you out of your mind?"

Bart shrugged. "Maybe," he said before laying his fingers on the fabric of Bob's pants. "I always wondered if it's true, what they say about guys with big feet."

The redhead held his breath in. He could never admit it, even to himself, but Bart's presence had become a routine he had grown comfortable with, and he brought with him unwanted desire he tried his best to suppress, everytime. Now, feeling his hand on his erection through his pants, he was suddenly very sure he was wide awake.

"Well... I don't know about the others, but I have nothing to be ashamed of..." Bob closed his book and put it down beside him, no longer the center of attention. Bart's fingertips were running on the bulge, but he eventually cupped the bulge of his penis into his hand.

"So I have that effect on you, too?"

"What do you mean, on me too? And yes, if you keep on touching me unappropriately, it will have an effect. You're seventeen, you should know how these things work."

Bart began rubbing his fingers on Bob's crotch, feeling it grow into his hand. All the older man could do was sit there, humoring him for a while and letting him satisfy his curiosity. He would never admit he found twisted pleasure in seeing Bart so intent on his genitals.

"You'd better have finished your homework, Bart," he hissed, trying to get his visit back on track.

"I lied, I didn't have any homework."

"You sneaky, hormonal brat," he growled. "Are you done soon?"

"Nah," Bart replied, bringing in his other hand to unzip Bob's pants.

"I hope you have a good reason to do this."

"Err... I want to try it."

"Try what?"

"Well, I got my meat sucked before. And it's great, don't get me wrong, but I've always been curious about how it actually felt to give head."

"You are pulling my leg," Bob said in disbelief.

"No, but I'd like to pull something else," he replied, giggling.

And with that, Bob decided not to add anything and let things play out. After all, he wasn't forcing anything on the poor boy, and reasoning with him seemed pointless. Bart opened the front of Bob's pants wide, and pulled his boxershort down, letting his erection spring free. His eyes stared for a while, amazed, before he decided to be brave and closed his fingers in on the shaft.

Bart was in his late teens now. From what Bob understood, he didn't spend much time studying outside of his former enemy's house. One had every right to wonder what he spent his free time doing, and Bob was now starting to get a glimpse of his daily activity. Seeing Bart like this, so eager to masturbate him without being asked to, it made his cock pump a great deal of his blood.

After a short while, Bart slid right off the couch, and kneeled between Bob's legs. His pale blue eyes looked up at him, his innocence contrasting eerily with his intentions. He seemed to wait for his approval, oddly, so Bob waved his hand indifferently, as if to say 'let's get this over with.'

Once Bart saw the sign, he beamed and opened his mouth wide. The warm, moist interior of his mouth filled Bob with perverted pleasure as Bart began giving him a blowjob. The teen made strange gargling noises as he must have underestimated his girth. A compliment, in Bob's opinion. Bart pulled away and began playing, running his inexperienced tongue up his cock. He was really getting into it, exploring all the possibilities of what he could do in his submissive position. He used his fingers to massage his balls, softly and carefully, and used his lips to suck as hard as he could on his cock. Bob brought a hand upon the head that was moving back and forth rapidly now. His hair was soft, his spikes had grown somewhat longer, but he was still unmistakably Bart Simpson, no matter what seriously twisted situation he found himself in.

Bob rested his head back against the sofa. The tingling sensation came back in full force, this time overcoming his entire body as Bart was bringing him to a near-orgasm. His tongue had found just the right way to please him, but what striked Bob the most was simply the absurdly erotic and messed up turn things had taken. He pushed on Bart's forehead when he felt his cock swell up with semen in hope to get him away, but Bart clawed at his pants to stay in position. He wouldn't bulge now, and Bob repressed a pleasured sigh of relief when he came straight into Bart's mouth. His cum filled his cavity, and Bart seemed eager to swallow all he could. It sounded like he enjoyed it too, as Bob could hear faint moans coming from below. Once he became flacid, he felt Bart pull away and sigh, his breath hitting his spit-soaked cock.

After that little odd interaction, Bob tucked his member back into his pants and patted the space next to him on the couch. Bart pushed himself up and resumed his position next to him, as though nothing had even happened.

"I hope I'll get to do that again," the blond said before scooting back close to him and returning to his phone.

Bob put his arm around his shoulder, pulling him in as he grabbed his book to resume his reading.

"Anytime."