Side Show Bob Novels & Stories

Cooper Mansion “Shit” Bob growled as he turned off the television and slammed the remote on the table, just then the door opened and Jeremy strolled casually in. Bob’s nose flared and he made his way towards Jeremy immediately, he grabbed him by the collar and shook him violently. “Don’t tell me you’re a party to this, I’ll kill you with my own bare hands!” Bob growled in his face, Jeremy scoffed as he slowly looked away from his father’s face.

My plan didn't work, instead it backfired. "Babe calm down." Bob said. I glared at him. Babe? Babe? "Now that he is gone, let's continue." He smiled and it ticked me off. "We had a deal remember? That first round was just the beginning. I'm still horny. Looking at your naked body and watching how your boobs bounced while talking to him turned me on again. It got me excited." He smacked his lips like a pervert.

He bowed, waved, and smiled at everyone. Bob was a veteran in the underworld and because of his buck teeth, he was also known as Buck Bob, but no one dared to call him that in his face. Those who called him Buck Bob in his face were either dead or in a coma. There was someone else who followed Bob up on stage—Haiden! Haiden looked extremely proud. He became Bob’s secretary in the society. In just a few short days, he had gotten closer to Bob and they already called each other brothers.

His answer came in the form of a nod, eager and stunned. I kissed him too, slow and deep. Behind me, I felt the first guy grab my hips again, pressing closer, his lips brushing against the curve of my lower back. My body was buzzing—electric with attention, with Bob’s presence just behind it all. I thought this was the part where he’d end the show. Claim me. But Bob just stood, watching me with a curious glint in his eye. “Is that how a tease shows appreciation?” he asked, one brow raised.

Though another orgasm would have been a long way off for either man, both of their cocks were hard from the gliding caresses the men were both giving and getting. "You know," Bob said as he stood behind Betty with his stiff dick wedged between her ass cheeks, and his hands gently rubbing the bar of soap over her big tits, "it occurs to me that in all we've done tonight, I never got to see my pretty wife get fucked by a strange cock. I was really looking forward to that." He then "accidentally" dropped the soap onto the shower floor, and said to Jill, "Oops! Why don't you bend over, baby, and pick that up."

she said as we pulled up, "you're not performing. You're just... being." "Being what?" "Being someone who knows she gave a lap dance three nights ago and survived," she said with a slight smile. "That's not helping," I groaned. Bobby opened the door before I could knock properly, like he'd been waiting. "Hey," he said, that familiar crooked smile spreading across his face. "You made it." His hair was damp from a recent shower, curling slightly at the edges. He wore a worn band t-shirt and grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Comfortable Bobby. The version I knew best.

“Can we just stay for a while. I promise we will not stay long.” I shook my head. I leaned closer so she could hear me. “I am sorry Yssa. I cannot do this. Loud music gives me headache and everything going on in here is going against my morals.” She frowned. “Kate.” “I mean it,” I said. “I feel like my mother can sense me right now.” I turned again only to bump straight into a chest. A chest with too much confidence. I stepped back quickly and looked up. Bob. Bob with his Bob hair. That strange haircut that never made sense to me. Bob who was supposed to be in Los Angeles. Bob who always smiled like he knew something you did not want to know.

If this was your tonight’s concert your fans would have gone crazy. - You think so? Did I do well? - Well? Don’t underestimate yourself, you did great! - I was afraid that due to my sadness I wouldn’t be able to play again. Still, I would wish to not appear yet in front of my fans. I should discuss this with Bob. Have you seen him? Bob? - No I haven’t, I had all eyes on you. - Strange…oh, there he is. Bob was opening the studio door using his massive body and in his hands was holding two cappuccinos and an expresso. He must have done his homework well.

After preparing a full course meal for the both of them, Suyi prepped the table and called Bob to eat. “Hey Bob, what’s your real name? Why are you in your beast form?” Suyi suddenly asked and glanced at him from her peripheral vision. Bob ignored her for a couple of seconds, then he suddenly vanished after stopping on his tracks and stating he had something to do “I have to go” leaving Suyi all alone. …

I let out without turning to face him. “Stop with the fucking shit show and tell me what is going on”, Bobby says and I sit in front of him crossing my legs again holding on to the tumbler with the amber content as I eye him up. The guy has gone old and fat, someday he is going to have a fucking heart attack.