Here is a nice GIF image showing Screech oiling up Mr. Belding in an infamous
homoerotic scene from Saved By The Bell: The New Class. The gay tension between those lovebirds was palpable in this scene!
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Anus Goblin
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Mr. Belding looks like he’s really enjoying this rundown from his young lover!
That gargoyle wasn’t even rubbing suntan lotion on Mr. Belding. He had “accidentally” grabbed salad dressing! Moments after this erotic clip Mr. B discovered this, stood up, belted Screech in the face, and dropped his bathing suit. He then told Screech since he had already provided the dressing it was time for Screech to toss his salad. He then sat on Screech’s face and made him eat his filthy ass while the members at the pool cheered and jerked off. Those lovebirds sure had an amazing romance!
What Country Club on the planet allows an employee to hang out by the pool? To boot he has his grotesque looking gay lover rubbing lotion all over him. Also, why isn’t Screech manning the mens locker room bathroom as an unpaid intern? The writers lack of attention to detail was really absurd during the New Class.
Screech and Mr. Belding were always doing creepy stuff like this to each other on the Saved By The Bell set, although those antics never made it into any of our episodes. However, the New Class episodes didn’t even bother hiding it!
When we were in Hawaii filing Saved By The Bell: Hawaiian Style, Screech was giving Mr. Belding rubdowns all the time. Screech claimed he was just rubbing sunblock on Mr. Belding to protect his skin from cancer. However, AC and I were having make-out sessions with Kelly and Jessie in our hotel after a shoot and we all heard loud butt-slamming coming from Belding’s room followed by someone yelling “Zoinks!”
I bet Mr. B was a total stud back in those days. Look how In shape he is compared today. That’s likely why even though he was an employee of the club he was able to linger by the pool, flashing quick glimpses of his monster dong to the adoring ladies at the pool. They likely knew Screech was just a low class rent boy for the Big Bopper who was merely there to service his penis and ass needs. I did here some members made a fuss when Mr. B ate an order of tacos, then went swimming. He accidentally shit in the pool, thinking he had a nice fart, and they had to close it for a few days. The ever quick thinking Belding got Screech to tell everyone he was the one who shit in the pool because he was deranged. Just looking at Screech made the members believe him, and Screech was viciously attacked, butt slammed, and tossed out of the club. Somehow by the next episode he was back and no one seemed to remember anything?
I was in charge of hiring for the Pacific Palisades Country Club back in the mid-1990s. Young people who were typically high school kids jumped at the chance to earn $6/hour while working during the summer. However, in the summer of 1994 we actually received job applications from a middle aged high principal named Mr. Belding and his assistant, Screech Powers. It was so unusual to get some middle aged willing to work for just $6/hour but one if the perks was free continental breakfast and a buffet lunch for staff members - Mr. Belding really enjoyed the meals. Mr. Belding also tried to get his best friend hired, a ‘tard named Mongo or Corky or something along those lines, but we couldn’t hire him as our insurance wouldn’t cover ‘tards.
Mr. Belding and Screech really flaunted club rules! Belding would sometimes eat three lunches a day. But the worst was when those two would hang out around the pool and Screech would give Mr. Belding sexual massages like in the image for this post. It was sickening to a normal person, but those two loved freaking everyone out. I remember one time when we had a “Taco Tuesday” at the buffet for lunch and Mr. Belding must have eaten about 15 of them. Screech and Mr. Belding were hanging out at the pool afterwards and Screech was piling up Mr. Belding when Belding suddenly unleashed an extremely loud and stinky 10-second fart. When Screech caught a whiff of the fart, he appeared to enter a hypnotic trance before falling to the ground and having some sort of homosexual seizure while jizzing his pants!
In the late 90’s I was 13 years old. One night my mother and father took myself and my little brother to Pizza Hut. While there we saw Mr. Belding and got all excited as we regularly watched SBTB The New Class. We begged my Dad to ask Mr. Belding for an autograph. So my Dad went over and asked, then came back and said Mr. B had agreed to come by our table. We were so excited! A few minutes later Mr. Belding got up and walked past our table on the way to the bathroom. When he did he looked down at us, and seemed to arm his ass at my father. He then ripped a massive fart. It stank so bad my brother and I were coughing. My father however seemed to go into a trance and said he needed to use the bathroom. He followed Mr. Belding into the bathroom and we could hear some ridiculously loud farts. My father and Mr. B then came out of the bathroom and left together without even saying goodbye to us. That was the last time I saw my father. The only time we heard from him after that was a year later he sent my mother a Christmas card. It contained a nude picture of he and Mr. Belding wearing Santa hats. That was the last we heard from him. Every now and then mymjfkher receives a phone call, and her person on the other end rips ass into the phone. We believe, but can’t be certain, it’s my Dad. I hate Mr. Belding.
I was a member of Pacific Palisades Country Club in the late 90’s when Screech and Mr. Belding worked there. They single handled ruined the club. They were always frolicking around half naked, grabbing each other’s asses, and during things like Mr. B shoving a golf club up Screech’s ass. I think the worst was out our annual member BBQ not only did those idiots ruin it by unplugging the refrigerator will all the steaks, but then served this disgusting canned ham. As a real treat, while we ate the disgusting replacement meal Mr. B drizzled BBQ sauce into his ass and made Screech eat out his anus. While doing this Mr. B ripped a nasty fart that sprayed Screech’s entire face with bbq sauce and dookie. Soon after the health department paid a visit and shut down our club forever.
Brad, that is such a sad story and it is understandable that you harbor hatred for Mr. Belding for stealing your dad from your family. But you can’t really pin all of the blame on Mr. Belding - your father may have been secretly gay for his entire life and he couldn’t hide it anymore when Mr. Belding ripped those farts. Mr. B can’t help the fact that his potent stinky farts provide exquisite pleasure to some men. At least your dad didn’t flop around on the floor after smelling one of the farts like Screech would have done.
Rick, Mr. Belding and Screech were very selfish, weren’t they? They may have gotten away with that type of behavior at Bayside High School, but engoij the same homosexual behavior at a high end country club is unconscionable! I bet that Mr. Belding was really angry when the country club closed and he no longer received a free daily lunch buffet. I imagine he blamed the closing on Screech and took a smelly dump into Screech’s Jewfro to teach him a lesson
My friend’s family had a membership at the Pacific Palisades Country Club back in the mid-90s and he let me use a guest pass to visit the club. We played tennis for a couple hours and then relaxed over by the pool. Screech was there working as some type of unpaid waiter. He came up to us and asked whether we needed anything, including “a can of Coke, a burger, or a rim job” and he winked at me when he said that. I was pretty grossed out as I am not gay and it was a really creepy thing to say. Anyhow, Screech walked away and went into a large janitor’s closet and then Mr. Belding followed him in. All of a sudden, the door to the janitor’s closet start shaking and I heard what sounded like a flurry of insanely loud farts followed by some moaning. My friend and I walked over to the janitor’s closet and then he opened the door - Screech was eating a turd right out of Mr. Belding’s butthole! It was the most disgusting thing I had ever seen, but my buddy and I started laughing at what a giant faggot Screech was. Belding then farted so powerfully that the door shut closed, leaving he and Screech alone in the closet. Then we heard some loud buttslamming accompanied by repeated utterances of “Zoinks!” Screech and Belding really ruined what had been a prestigious country club with their faggotry!
How many jobs did Screech have where he wasn’t paid? We all know that he was Mr. Belding’s unpaid assistant. Then he became some type of unpaid server at the Pacific Palisades Country Club. He also notoriously spent years working as an unpaid bathroom attendant. Did he ever work a job for a paycheck?
Rat Fart, I just noticed your comment. You are correct in that Screech stupidly rubbed salad dressing into Belding’s skin instead of sun block. When Belding realized what Screech had done, he did make Screech toss his salad in front of horny country club guests who all masturbated vigorously. I heard that someone visited the country club a few years later and saw that there were still visible cum stains on the poolside chairs!
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Mr. Belding looks like he’s really enjoying this rundown from his young lover!
That gargoyle wasn’t even rubbing suntan lotion on Mr. Belding. He had “accidentally” grabbed salad dressing! Moments after this erotic clip Mr. B discovered this, stood up, belted Screech in the face, and dropped his bathing suit. He then told Screech since he had already provided the dressing it was time for Screech to toss his salad. He then sat on Screech’s face and made him eat his filthy ass while the members at the pool cheered and jerked off. Those lovebirds sure had an amazing romance!
What Country Club on the planet allows an employee to hang out by the pool? To boot he has his grotesque looking gay lover rubbing lotion all over him. Also, why isn’t Screech manning the mens locker room bathroom as an unpaid intern? The writers lack of attention to detail was really absurd during the New Class.
Screech and Mr. Belding were always doing creepy stuff like this to each other on the Saved By The Bell set, although those antics never made it into any of our episodes. However, the New Class episodes didn’t even bother hiding it!
When we were in Hawaii filing Saved By The Bell: Hawaiian Style, Screech was giving Mr. Belding rubdowns all the time. Screech claimed he was just rubbing sunblock on Mr. Belding to protect his skin from cancer. However, AC and I were having make-out sessions with Kelly and Jessie in our hotel after a shoot and we all heard loud butt-slamming coming from Belding’s room followed by someone yelling “Zoinks!”
I peed in your pool.. Yay!!!...
I bet Mr. B was a total stud back in those days. Look how In shape he is compared today. That’s likely why even though he was an employee of the club he was able to linger by the pool, flashing quick glimpses of his monster dong to the adoring ladies at the pool. They likely knew Screech was just a low class rent boy for the Big Bopper who was merely there to service his penis and ass needs. I did here some members made a fuss when Mr. B ate an order of tacos, then went swimming. He accidentally shit in the pool, thinking he had a nice fart, and they had to close it for a few days. The ever quick thinking Belding got Screech to tell everyone he was the one who shit in the pool because he was deranged. Just looking at Screech made the members believe him, and Screech was viciously attacked, butt slammed, and tossed out of the club. Somehow by the next episode he was back and no one seemed to remember anything?
I was in charge of hiring for the Pacific Palisades Country Club back in the mid-1990s. Young people who were typically high school kids jumped at the chance to earn $6/hour while working during the summer. However, in the summer of 1994 we actually received job applications from a middle aged high principal named Mr. Belding and his assistant, Screech Powers. It was so unusual to get some middle aged willing to work for just $6/hour but one if the perks was free continental breakfast and a buffet lunch for staff members - Mr. Belding really enjoyed the meals. Mr. Belding also tried to get his best friend hired, a ‘tard named Mongo or Corky or something along those lines, but we couldn’t hire him as our insurance wouldn’t cover ‘tards.
Mr. Belding and Screech really flaunted club rules! Belding would sometimes eat three lunches a day. But the worst was when those two would hang out around the pool and Screech would give Mr. Belding sexual massages like in the image for this post. It was sickening to a normal person, but those two loved freaking everyone out. I remember one time when we had a “Taco Tuesday” at the buffet for lunch and Mr. Belding must have eaten about 15 of them. Screech and Mr. Belding were hanging out at the pool afterwards and Screech was piling up Mr. Belding when Belding suddenly unleashed an extremely loud and stinky 10-second fart. When Screech caught a whiff of the fart, he appeared to enter a hypnotic trance before falling to the ground and having some sort of homosexual seizure while jizzing his pants!
In the late 90’s I was 13 years old. One night my mother and father took myself and my little brother to Pizza Hut. While there we saw Mr. Belding and got all excited as we regularly watched SBTB The New Class. We begged my Dad to ask Mr. Belding for an autograph. So my Dad went over and asked, then came back and said Mr. B had agreed to come by our table. We were so excited! A few minutes later Mr. Belding got up and walked past our table on the way to the bathroom. When he did he looked down at us, and seemed to arm his ass at my father. He then ripped a massive fart. It stank so bad my brother and I were coughing. My father however seemed to go into a trance and said he needed to use the bathroom. He followed Mr. Belding into the bathroom and we could hear some ridiculously loud farts. My father and Mr. B then came out of the bathroom and left together without even saying goodbye to us. That was the last time I saw my father. The only time we heard from him after that was a year later he sent my mother a Christmas card. It contained a nude picture of he and Mr. Belding wearing Santa hats. That was the last we heard from him. Every now and then mymjfkher receives a phone call, and her person on the other end rips ass into the phone. We believe, but can’t be certain, it’s my Dad. I hate Mr. Belding.
I was a member of Pacific Palisades Country Club in the late 90’s when Screech and Mr. Belding worked there. They single handled ruined the club. They were always frolicking around half naked, grabbing each other’s asses, and during things like Mr. B shoving a golf club up Screech’s ass. I think the worst was out our annual member BBQ not only did those idiots ruin it by unplugging the refrigerator will all the steaks, but then served this disgusting canned ham. As a real treat, while we ate the disgusting replacement meal Mr. B drizzled BBQ sauce into his ass and made Screech eat out his anus. While doing this Mr. B ripped a nasty fart that sprayed Screech’s entire face with bbq sauce and dookie. Soon after the health department paid a visit and shut down our club forever.
Brad, that is such a sad story and it is understandable that you harbor hatred for Mr. Belding for stealing your dad from your family. But you can’t really pin all of the blame on Mr. Belding - your father may have been secretly gay for his entire life and he couldn’t hide it anymore when Mr. Belding ripped those farts. Mr. B can’t help the fact that his potent stinky farts provide exquisite pleasure to some men. At least your dad didn’t flop around on the floor after smelling one of the farts like Screech would have done.
Rick, Mr. Belding and Screech were very selfish, weren’t they? They may have gotten away with that type of behavior at Bayside High School, but engoij the same homosexual behavior at a high end country club is unconscionable! I bet that Mr. Belding was really angry when the country club closed and he no longer received a free daily lunch buffet. I imagine he blamed the closing on Screech and took a smelly dump into Screech’s Jewfro to teach him a lesson
My friend’s family had a membership at the Pacific Palisades Country Club back in the mid-90s and he let me use a guest pass to visit the club. We played tennis for a couple hours and then relaxed over by the pool. Screech was there working as some type of unpaid waiter. He came up to us and asked whether we needed anything, including “a can of Coke, a burger, or a rim job” and he winked at me when he said that. I was pretty grossed out as I am not gay and it was a really creepy thing to say. Anyhow, Screech walked away and went into a large janitor’s closet and then Mr. Belding followed him in. All of a sudden, the door to the janitor’s closet start shaking and I heard what sounded like a flurry of insanely loud farts followed by some moaning. My friend and I walked over to the janitor’s closet and then he opened the door - Screech was eating a turd right out of Mr. Belding’s butthole! It was the most disgusting thing I had ever seen, but my buddy and I started laughing at what a giant faggot Screech was. Belding then farted so powerfully that the door shut closed, leaving he and Screech alone in the closet. Then we heard some loud buttslamming accompanied by repeated utterances of “Zoinks!” Screech and Belding really ruined what had been a prestigious country club with their faggotry!
How many jobs did Screech have where he wasn’t paid? We all know that he was Mr. Belding’s unpaid assistant. Then he became some type of unpaid server at the Pacific Palisades Country Club. He also notoriously spent years working as an unpaid bathroom attendant. Did he ever work a job for a paycheck?
Rat Fart, I just noticed your comment. You are correct in that Screech stupidly rubbed salad dressing into Belding’s skin instead of sun block. When Belding realized what Screech had done, he did make Screech toss his salad in front of horny country club guests who all masturbated vigorously. I heard that someone visited the country club a few years later and saw that there were still visible cum stains on the poolside chairs!
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