Date: Wed, 25 Mar 1998 17:43:32 -0600 From: Danny Ocean Subject: Under Willie's Kilt Disclaimer: Even though this story follows the make-believe actions of cartoon characters, the situations are adult in nature. Please do not read if you are under 18 years old. I love the Simpsons and mean no harm to them. It's just to gratify my "what if.." curiosity. Someone once said that love is not funny, but sex is. I try to provide a laugh as well as a throbbing erection. I've been a boy lover since 1993. I still consider myself heterosexual, though. The Simpsons are the owned by Fox Network, Matt Groening, and Gracie Films. UNDER WILLIE'S KILT by Danny Ocean Eight year old Martin Prince was quite beside himself with lust. His classmates ran around the schoolyard playing games while he had trouble walking. Everyone was making merry at the annual Springfield Elementary School Picnic. Bart Simpson brought his dog, Santa's Little Helper and was trying to impress everyone with his tricks. Millhouse was desperately trying to impress Bart's sister Lisa. Groundskeeper Willie discarded his usual work clothes for his best plaid kilt. He had no shame in his efforts to win the heart of Edna Krabbapple. And, lastly, Principal Skinner was just trying to keep the peace. It was love at first sight when Martin feasted his eyes on the hairy, muscular legs that protruded from Willie's kilt. He clasped his hands together while red hearts floated out of his head and into the blue sky above. Willie manned the grill. "And how do you like your weenie, Edna?" he shouted across the basketball court. "I got one for ya that's big, long and bursting with flavor!" He made the mistake of turning his back on her after he received no response. He was fanning the flames under the burgers when Edna's spiked heel made a dent in his skull. It knocked him on his ass. It also afforded Martin an unobstructed view of Willie's cock and balls. Martin's heart skipped a beat and his saliva glands kicked in. He stared and whimpered. "Keep it up, Willie," Edna said. "I'll grill your weenie and roast your buns." "You ungrateful hag!" screamed Willie rubbing his head. "You get no attention from any other man but me!" Skinner stepped in. "That's enough, Willie. This is your last warning." "I'm sorry, sir. It'll nay happen agin." He got to his feet and resumed his cooking duties. Martin, by this time, was masturbating behind a bush, hoping no one would see him. His eyes were locked on Willie's legs as he pumped his little dick faster and faster. "Oooooo, so strong, so hairy. Oh, Willie, purge my desires." He squinted his eyes as a powerful orgasm shook his small frame. A few drops of his semen splashed the leaves. He calmed down, but his face was still red. He pulled up his shorts and joined his classmates, always keeping the object of his affection within eyesight. "Who wants a weenie?!" Martin watched as a swarm of children ran to Willie for meat products. He decided to wait until they all left to be alone with him. When they finally scattered, he bolstered his courage and walked over to the grill, but the grill was bare. "I'm ready for my weenie," he said timidly. "Ach, they're all gone, laddie. Why the hill did ye wait so long?" Martin felt lost. He began staring at Willie's legs. His little dick started to rise again. "Don't feel bad, laddie. How's 'bout a big, juicy burger on a toasted bun?" He gave Willie a pleading gaze and said, "I had my heart set on a weenie." Then, he walked away. "Ach, the poor little laddie. No friends, no weenie, and overweight to boot." Martin was a crafty little sort. He set a plan into motion that couldn't fail. He used Willie's Krabapple crush to his advantage. So, during lunch period, he wrote the following letter: "My dearest Willie, no one must know of our love. I enjoyed the way you taunted me during the school picnic. However, for appearance sake I had to retaliate. I hope the hole in your head has healed. I'm burning with desire, my darling. It was all I could do to keep my hands from groping under your dazzling plaid kilt. I must see you this afternoon, but under my conditions. At 3:00, I will come to your boiler room. I want you to turn all the lights off. I want you to lay on your cot wearing your kilt and nothing else. I will discreetly slip in and give you the blowjob of your life. Yes, my darling, this is true love. Until then, my dearest. Signed, Edna Krabapple." Willie found Edna's letter in his locker and started to sweat. "At last, the bitch is in heat! I knew she'd come around. She's finally going to get what she needs. A taste of my shillelagh." He walked into his boiler room and up to the framed, signed photo of Sean Connery he had on his wall. "Connery, you jolly dog. You'll have a bird's eye view of this afternoon's spectacle. Make sure ya no get too jealous o' Willie." Martin turned the boiler room doorknob with trembling hand. He walked in quickly and shut the door. He peered into the gloom and saw Willie lying on his bed as instructed. It was dark, but a basement window provided a small shaft of late afternoon sunlight that fell across Willie's face. "Is that you, ma love?" Martin shushed him as he made his way to the bed. "Veddy well. I won't speak." Martin ran his sweaty palms along Willie's hairy legs. His little dick was as hard as a nail. He flipped the kilt up and grasped Willie's huge erect cock with both hands. His mouth was filled with saliva as he took Willie in. "Ach!" Martin starting sucking and even he was surprised at the amount of drool. The slurping sounds were driving them both crazy. He tried to get as much of Willie's cock in his mouth. The length that remained outside was covered by both of his jerking fists. His sucking became stronger. His head bobbed faster. His fists jerked harder. "Do me balls!" screamed Willie. Martin whipped his mouth off his cock and sucked his balls in, still yanking his cock. His tongue slid across Willie's balls as he sucked. "I'm gonna shoot, Edna! Get back on the cock and suck it, you fucking whore!" Martin complied. He released the balls, took a deep breath, and dove. He desperately wanted to swallow Willie's come. In his madness, he was able to take more of Willie's cock. He bounced his head up and down in a sucking frenzy, the saliva flowing. One hand jerked cock, while the other tickled balls. He had to drink come soon, or go mad. Willie did not disappoint. "Suck harder! Here it comes!!!" He shot blast after blast into Martin's still sucking mouth. He felt his scrotum deflate. The spurts continued for quite some time until he gradually calmed down. He tried to catch his breath as his dick was released. Martin enjoyed the come that remained in his mouth. His tongue played with it, savoring the taste. After he swallowed, he leaned over and licked Willie's cock. "The world with know of our love, Edna dear. I'll shout it from the rooftops." said Willie. His eyes came back into focus. Through the single basement window he could see the school parking lot. With a silly grin on his face, he watched Edna walk to her car and get in. He bulged his eyes and he let out a yell. He fell out of bed, screaming in terror. Who or what had just sucked his cock? He ran to the light switch and turned it on. Martin sat on the floor, leaning against the foot of the bed. His chin was soaked and his eyelids fluttered. "You!!! What the hill??" He turned to the photo on the wall. "Sean, don't look!" Martin looked at Willie and he said with a grin as he wiped off his chin, "I told you I had my heart set on a weenie." Copyright March 1998 The Simpsons and all characters are trademarks of and copyright Fox Broadcasting Company, Gracie Films, and Matt Groening.