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In the streets of Elmore, Gumball was walking down the sidewalk by the road. He was making his way home after just having lunch at the mall. He was out on his own that day, but that didn't stop Gumball from having a good day. The male leisurely made his way down the sidewalk with a little pep in his step, feeling as if things that day were going pretty great. That was, until he needed to walk through the intersection. Gumball was hardly able to take one step past the corner of the sidewalk before he stepped on a more or less familiar foot.

Feeling that other foot under his own, Gumball froze in his tracks to turn his head down and get a good look at the collision. Somehow, this particular foot just felt very familiar. Gumball couldn't explain why. Well, he couldn't until he turned his head up to see who this particular foot belonged to.

As Gumball's eyes were locked onto the face of this more or less stranger... Gumball instantly recognized that it was Hotdog Guy! ...Though, it had been a decent bit of time since the last time they had just awkwardly crossed paths like this.

 Staring blankly at the guy while he stared back just as blankly brought back a rush of painful and cringeworthy memories to Gumball that either of them probably could have lived their whole lives perfectly fine without remembering. Old habits were creeping back as the two proceeded to slowly start making these big awkward smiles at each other.

"Heeey... my guy..." Gumball started to say, greeting him in that familiar and incredibly cringe and awkward way while awkwardly standing there with his foot still very much on top of Hotdog Guy's. "Uh... How's it going?"

"'Sup..." Hotdog Guy responded as he glanced away, breaking their prolonged intense shared gaze on each other. He looked down at their feet. "...Could you move your foot please?"

"Oh– y-yeah, sorry..." Gumball quickly said as he moved his foot and stepped back a bit.

It was obvious Hotdog Guy did not want to stand around and do some catching up, or really anything that involved interacting with Gumball. It was made obvious to Gumball the moment the other broke away from their unnecessarily intense gazes on each other, and it was only proved further when he proceeded with walking to where he was getting to as soon as Gumball moved his foot out of his way. Gumball wasn't about to let an old reoccurring awkward situation ruin his good day, so he simply just continued on walking in the direction of his destination as well.

Unfortunately, with the way things were always turning out between these two, they of course, ended up having to walk in the same direction as each other. Gumball tried to just stay looking ahead of himself as he walked. They couldn't possibly be on the same path forever. He was going home after all. Hotdog Guy did not live with Gumball, nor did he ever visit his house without his invitation or force, so there was no way he could be walking to the same destination as Gumball. With that logic, they would have to split paths eventually.

Well, waiting for their paths to split was taking forever, or maybe not as much time went by than it felt like it did since it was just always so painfully awkward between the two. Hotdog Guy and Gumball seemed to almost be in sync with their walking. Gumball just wanted them to split paths already. He decided at the next intersection, he was just going to take a turn even if it would make it ten times harder for him to get home.

As the next corner approached, Gumball started to prepare himself. He glanced up over at Hotdog Guy who seemed to not be enjoying this situation all too much either. "It'll all be over soon..." Gumball said quietly under his breath before turning his head back ahead of himself. As soon as that corner came in contact with him, Gumball immediately turned left. For a moment he felt like he had gotten away, but instead he found himself literally walking into Hotdog Guy.

Apparently, Hotdog Guy had a similar plan to get away from walking side by side with Gumball on the street. Only, he was going to turn right instead of turning left like Gumball did. That was what caused them to crash into each other, making Gumball fall on top of Hotdog Guy while Hotdog Guy landed on his back.

"Okay," Gumball said, voice muffled from his face being planted into the guy's chest before he quickly sat up and looked down at him while still awkwardly straddling his lap. "We really need to get rid of this awkwardness. This is starting to get incredibly annoying–"

"Yeah... I know what you mean," Hotdog Guy responded in agreement while pushing up his sunglasses by the bridge with a finger and letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in.

"But are you actually going to do what I say this time? With, all the other plans I made to get rid of this, you haven't given your all." Gumball looked down at him sternly, pushing his hands onto the other's shoulders and basically pressing him into the concrete.

"Your plans... are not very good," Hotdog Guy tried to respond in his defense. "But either way, I was giving it my all–"

"Were you?" Gumball questioned back, almost mockingly. He leaned his face a bit closer to the other's. "What about the gym shower, huh? How hard was it to just take off your shorts?"

"Oh, not this again..." Hotdog Guy muttered in response under his breath. "W-Well, if you were wanting to try to do that again... I don't think the school gym is even open right now, so..."

Gumball moved one of his hands to grab Hotdog Guy's shirt and pull his upper body up as much as he could. He used his other hand to point at his house that wasn't too far away. "Look, my house is over there, and nobody else is home. We can do it in there because we are going to get this settled right now, once and for all," he practically snarled.

Hotdog Guy looked up at Gumball with a more frightened look on his face because Gumball was acting crazy, but still, he ended up just nodding in response, gulping a bit. He probably agreed so easily and with no fighting because he knew he was just not going to be able to get himself out of this anyway.

•••

Well, there they were. Gumball really just dragged Hotdog Guy across the street and into his house. He didn't even show any hospitality to his house guest. He just dragged him straight to the bathroom.

As Hotdog Guy stood in the small bathroom, he stared at the shower curtain while trying to process all of this. Gumball had already gone in the shower while Hotdog Guy was still lingering around outside of it, fully clothed. He couldn't believe he was actually going to do this... This kid was crazy. He should have ran away when he had the chance.

"Hurry up! Are you gonna do it or what?" Gumball shouted somehow louder than the running shower water itself.

"Yeah, yeah," Hotdog Guy retorted with a groan. He started pulling his clothes off one by one, starting with his jacket and shirt. Maybe if he just completely complied to Gumball's nonsense for once, he would finally be free of this crazy kid's antics.

Hotdog Guy really just didn't want to do this, but it was kind of too late to back out at this point. He already let Gumball drag him the whole way there. He might as well just get it all over with. Just rip the bandaid off. And on that note, Hotdog Guy finally pulled back the shower curtain just enough to step inside.

Gumball was probably standing in that shower alone for almost five minutes. He was starting to get annoyed just standing around while Hotdog Guy took forever doing whatever he was doing. What even could he be doing? Eventually, after he yelled at him to hurry up, Hotdog Guy finally got in the shower with him. "Took you long enough," he scoffed. His eyes wandered below Hotdog Guy's waist in a way he felt was casual, but to Hotdog Guy, it wasn't.

"Yeah, well, you got me in here. What's your plan now?" Hotdog Guy responded plainly as he rolled his eyes. Though, Gumball wouldn't have even been able to see as he still had his sunglasses on. He folded his arms over himself while glancing over at the short blue haired male. He briefly noticed Gumball staring below his waist before Gumball seemed to have noticed Hotdog Guy noticing and he immediately turned his head away. Hotdog Guy raised an eyebrow at him as he saw Gumball's face go kind of red. He couldn't help but start to smirk a little.

When Hotdog Guy asked Gumball what they were supposed to do now, he just... didn't know how to respond. What would they do next? That was a good question. A question Gumball didn't know the answer to because he never thought he'd actually get this far. "Uh..."

"Well, you definitely made it awkward. I'll give you that," he responded and snickered a little. He still saw Gumball sneaking glances, so he decided to say something about it. "If you want to look, you can look. You don't have to keep sneaking glances." He proceeded to raise an eyebrow in Gumball's direction.

That comment really caught Gumball off guard. His face basically went completely red when Hotdog Guy said that. "W-What!? I wasn't..." He frowned and turned his nose up and away from Hotdog Guy's general direction. "I was just making sure you weren't wearing shorts like last time..." He scoffed and narrowed his eyes to the other side of the small shower while folding his arms over his chest.

"Sure," Hotdog Guy responded, not believing that excuse one bit. Well, it could explain the first glance, sure, but what about the maybe fifteen other glances Gumball took afterwards? "So, why were you so obsessed with wanting to see me naked then?" At this point, he was just staring at the boy's face. Gumball was very obviously avoiding looking in Hotdog Guy's direction now, and it was kind of entertaining to watch and see if his face could get any redder. Hotdog Guy had recognized the cute nature of this boy a while ago. He was pretty annoying most of the time, but Hotdog Guy couldn't help but also find him attractive... sometimes.

"Who said I'm obsessed with that!? You're flattering yourself," Gumball retorted and rolled his eyes hard. His arms stayed tightly folded over his chest. "I just wanted things to get as awkward as possible. That's all. ... It's not like I'm... attracted... to you, or anything..." Gumball really tried to resist looking at Hotdog Guy again, but he still found himself taking glances between those last few words he said. Well, at least he would steal a glance before aggressively jerking his head back as if he was having an internal fight with himself.

"Hm..." Hotdog Guy's smirk never faded away. In fact, it had only gotten stronger. "Are you sure? It's okay if you are." He leaned over a bit to try and get in Gumball's line of vision again. His grin grew wider. "If you like my dick so much, I'll let you do more than just stare at it."

At first, Gumball was just going to ignore Hotdog Guy. Even when he was leaning to get within Gumball's line of sight, he just kept turning to get Hotdog Guy out of even his peripheral vision. Well, he was doing that only until that last comment Hotdog Guy made. That was enough to get Gumball to snap around and stare at him angrily. "Let me!? You're kidding yourself." He was staring at Hotdog Guy in the face until his eyes started wandering down again without him even realizing it at first. "Like, it's big... Good for you, I guess... But I wouldn't even touch that... or..." he was starting to mutter his words until he just forced himself to stop speaking. He quickly jerked his head away again. This was beyond awkward for Gumball... He didn't even feel like it made things cringe free. He just felt embarrassed...

"Well, I went along with all this nonsense with no question... Maybe you owe me something now..." Hotdog Guy wasn't being completely serious with that statement or where he was taking the conversation to. He was really just seeing how much more he could mess with Gumball at this point. It was fun and kind of cute seeing him react to teasing.

"Owe you..." Gumball stared up at Hotdog Guy. "You mean you want me to give you head or some crap..." He pushed his lips to the side while still staring at Hotdog Guy's face. His eyes were not really focused on one particular part of his face though.

Hotdog Guy stared right back at Gumball in the eyes. He kept that smirk on his face. "I mean, you don't have to. I wouldn't expect you to anyway."

"Expect me?!" Gumball narrowed his eyes at Hotdog Guy. He groaned and pushed his lips further to the side. "So, you're challenging me now, are you? You think I won't do it, that's what?" If there was one thing Gumball hated, it would be people accusing him of being wrong or unable to do something. Gumball believed he could do just about anything, and with Hotdog Guy challenging him like that, Gumball was going to give him head just to prove him wrong whether Hotdog Guy actually wanted it or not. And with that conclusion being drawn in his head, Gumball pushed Hotdog Guy back against the shower wall before getting down on his knees in front of him. The water was still running, but if they stayed in that same position towards the back of the shower, the water wouldn't bother Gumball.

Hotdog Guy was laughing until Gumball pushed him against the wall and got on his knees in front of him. His eyes widened a bit in surprise as he quickly pushed his sunglasses up by the bridge to adjust them. "Wait– What are you doing?" He looked down at Gumball whose expression looked dead serious. Hotdog Guy still had a slight grin on his face, but his expression also showed surprise and amazement if Gumball was actually going to do this. Was he really that petty?

"You wanted this, so I'm giving it to you," he retorted, glaring up at Hotdog Guy. He moved a hand to slightly grasp the other male's mostly flaccid penis. He didn't even hesitate before taking some of it in his mouth. He still glared up at Hotdog Guy the whole time until he got kind of nervous and broke the eye contact to look somewhere else. He did not want Hotdog Guy to figure out at all that he was a virgin and never even gave someone a blowjob before... He had seen tons of porn though, and that's definitely all he needed to know how to do something so clearly simple.

Hotdog Guy was a bit surprised that Gumball was going to do this, but he also didn't resist at all as the boy got down in front of him. He quirked an eyebrow at him and just waited to see what all Gumball was even going to do.

As Gumball slipped the flaccid member into his mouth, he slowly slid his head down onto it. He kept his tongue in place underneath Hotdog Guy's shaft. It was pretty obvious he didn't know what he was doing, but he was determined to make it seem like he did know what he was doing... With more of Hotdog Guy's length fitting in his mouth, Gumball let his hand go and fall back down by his side.

Hotdog Guy was able to catch on pretty soon that Gumball was inexperienced, or at least with giving blowjobs. "Have you... done this before? It seems like you don't really know what you're doing." He was teasing Gumball, sure, but this was also kind of turning him on. The way Gumball looked so serious about doing this along with his stuck up attitude about it was kind of hot... He already was starting to get hard.

Hotdog Guy blatantly pointing out Gumball's inexperience brought major redness to Gumball's face. He still furrowed his brows as he glared up at Hotdog Guy. He pulled his head back to slide the guy's member out of his mouth, and he did it without looking away once in the entire process. "W-Well, do you want me to do it or not?" he huffed. He hadn't noticed Hotdog Guy was getting turned on yet, so he still felt stupid for not doing anything that aroused Hotdog Guy. Gumball still stubbornly stayed put in his own egotistical stuck up attitude. He turned his nose up and away from Hotdog Guy while folding his arms over his chest once again. He kept a stern expression.

Hotdog Guy felt like he could almost pass out right there. Why did he find this attractive? He let out a little bit of a laugh. "No, it's okay. Turn back around. I can help you out," he responded as he used a finger to motion Gumball back towards him.

Gumball noticed Hotdog Guy's gesture out the corner of his eye. His eyes glanced back over in his direction while his head turned back slightly. Gumball still gave the guy a questioning look.

"Yeah, like that." Hotdog Guy reached down to hold Gumball's head by gripping one side with his hand. He used that hand to move the male's head the rest of the way and have him facing fully in front of him again.

Once Hotdog Guy moved his head right back to fully facing him again, Gumball stared up at him. His face was still quite red, though, his expression turned more blank. He wasn't exactly sure what Hotdog Guy was going to do to "help" him, so he just stayed put to see what he was going to do.

Hotdog Guy's hand slid along Gumball's jawline. It stopped once it was under the boy's chin. He held Gumball's chin to tilt it up a bit. He then proceeded to rub his thumb over his bottom lip. He signaled Gumball to open his mouth by applying slight pressure on his lip with that thumb. Surprisingly, Gumball didn't fight this, so Hotdog Guy was able to get his mouth to open quite easily. He proceeded to slide his thumb into Gumball's mouth. "Wider," he said as he pressed down on Gumball's tongue. As Gumball seemed to oblige right away, Hotdog Guy moved his finger further in. He was sort of wondering how far he could put it in before it would trigger his gag reflex.

Hotdog Guy kept sliding his finger in the boy's mouth until he got it down there enough for Gumball to start gagging. It wasn't very far. It was not tamed at all. That was pretty standard though.

Gumball stayed put the whole time Hotdog Guy put his fingers all over his mouth, but he jerked his head away when he made him gag like that. "What the Hell are you doing!?" he choked out with drool dribbling down his chin.

"Just testing something," Hotdog Guy responded simply while he moved his hand back. "Why don't you try just the tip?" he suggested.

Gumball frowned up at Hotdog Guy. Why exactly was he even doing this? He didn't think this through at all... He just wanted to stop this awkwardness between him and Hotdog Guy, and somehow it led to Gumball on his knees right in front of this guy's exposed dick. Gumball didn't have to do this... He could stop all of this and make Hotdog Guy leave and never come back forever if he really wanted to... but for whatever reason, he didn't. Maybe there was something inside him that actually wanted to do this... Not that Gumball would ever admit that directly.

As he shifted his position on his knees slightly, Gumball glanced back in front of himself and did what Hotdog Guy suggested for him to do. Gumball opened his mouth again to take in just the tip of Hotdog Guy's dick.

Hotdog Guy still gazed down at Gumball. He put a hand on top of Gumball's head. His fingers tangled into the boy's hair. "Mm... Stick your tongue out and move it around a little more," he instructed quietly. "And less teeth..." He was getting to the point of becoming fully erect rather rapidly. Even with Gumball not exactly knowing what he was doing, Hotdog Guy found the warmth of the boy's mouth really arousing on even just his tip.

At this point, Gumball was able to tell Hotdog Guy was hard. So, he did like this. With that observation, Gumball felt more confident in what he was doing. He glanced back up at Hotdog Guy and started to take a little more in his mouth. He still kept the other's instructions in mind and tried not to have his teeth touch while also trying to move his tongue more into it.

Hotdog Guy shuddered at the way Gumball started moving his tongue around his now fully hard cock. "Fuck..." he muttered after a groan. His other hand joined in holding Gumball's head. His fingers tangled further into the blue strands of hair. "Yeah... Like that. Keep going–" He bit down on his lip while looking down at him and into his eyes through his sunglasses.

The way Hotdog Guy reacted to what he was doing seemed to immensely boost Gumball's ego. He got bolder and tried to take even more of Hotdog Guy's length into his mouth, but now he was almost reaching that gag point in his mouth. Hotdog Guy catched onto this almost immediately.

"Shit– Be careful–" he tried to say but lost his words for a moment with the way his tip rubbed up on the back of Gumball's tongue. He let out another groan, involuntarily bucking his hips a bit into Gumball's mouth, making him start to actually gag. Gumball let out a slight moan of discomfort, and Hotdog Guy quickly pulled out of his mouth.

Hotdog Guy's cock slid out of Gumball's mouth, half slicked with Gumball's saliva. His tip was a bit flushed, and he was still rock hard and aching to release, but he didn't want to have to choke Gumball to do that. "Shit, are you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned. His hands stayed tangled in the boy's hair as he held his head up.

Gumball looked back up at Hotdog Guy in a daze for a couple moments. More drool dribbled down his chin a bit. A thin strand of saliva still connected the guy's dick to his mouth. When Gumball came back to his senses enough to realize what just happened, he quickly glared at Hotdog Guy. "I'm fine!" he quickly snapped, but his face was red with embarrassment. "Why did you pull out!?"

"Were you not just about to choke...?" Hotdog Guy raised an eyebrow at the way Gumball reacted to him just being considerate, but his sunglasses still blocked half of his expression. That was when Gumball had enough.

"And take off those stupid glasses!" Without warning, Gumball jumped up to snatch the sunglasses off Hotdog Guy's face. Hotdog Guy's now exposed honey brown eyes went wide before he quickly narrowed them at Gumball.

"What is your deal?" he questioned while Gumball tossed the sunglasses out of the shower, not even trying to be careful about causing any damage to them.

"My 'deal' is that you're acting like you're too big for me to handle... I was doing fine!" Gumball folded his arms over his chest with a dramatic huff as he turned his head away. His face could only get redder in this moment, if that was even possible.

Hotdog Guy's expression immediately softened at that admission. It actually made him smile. He tried not to laugh, but the only reason he was going to laugh was because he found that to be so incredibly cute. While Gumball was looking away, Hotdog Guy's eyes roamed over the boy's small body appreciatively. He noticed that Gumball had gotten fully hard too. His smile widened into a bigger grin.

"Tell you what, let's try something else."

Gumball finally turned his head to look back at Hotdog Guy when he said that, but before he could even think of a way to respond, Hotdog Guy lifted Gumball by the hips, holding his naked body close to his chest. "Hey! What the Hell are you doing?!–" he protested at the sudden lift. He felt Hotdog Guy's hard cock rub against his own with the way he was being held and it made Gumball whimper under his breath. His hands reluctantly found Hotdog Guy's shoulders to hold onto as he stepped both of them out of the shower. Though, Gumball's claws started to dig into the guy's skin by the time Hotdog Guy put him down on the sink.

Gumball's ass fell into the bowl of the sink, making him dig his claws harder into Hotdog Guy's shoulders. Hotdog Guy winced at the way the claws dug into him but ultimately didn't say anything about it.

"So... What are we trying?" Gumball asked as he looked up at Hotdog Guy. His face was less red now but still very flushed.

Hotdog Guy didn't respond to Gumball's question at first. He stared down at Gumball's body while his hands continued to grip his hips, trying to position his body properly on the small sink. His hands slid down to hold his thighs so he could prop Gumball's hips on the edges of the sink, instead of his ass just being sunk into the bowl. He spread his thighs apart just enough to give him perfect access to his hairless pink hole. Hotdog Guy's breathing started to grow ragged as one of his hands slid between the boy's legs to rub around the pretty pink hole that looked so sweet on his porcelain pale skin. "Hmm... It looks pretty tight... Have you ever had anything put up in here?" he asked Gumball in close to a mutter.

The contact to his hole made Gumball tense up for a moment. He looked down at where Hotdog Guy was touching him. His face grew redder again as he released the guy's shoulders to fall back against the sink mirror. His hands moved to grip the edges of the sink bowl Hotdog Guy had propped him up on. "No... I've never put anything in there..." Gumball replied slowly. He wanted to tell him to stop, but the rubbing actually felt strangely good to Gumball. It was good enough to even make his dick twitch slightly.

"Fuck..." Hotdog Guy muttered before biting down on his lip for a moment. He continued to rub gentle circles around Gumball's tight pink hole. "Would you... let me try something?" he asked him, finally looking up to Gumball's face to briefly look into his eyes. There was something serious in his expression mixed with desire.

Gumball's eyes widened slightly. He hesitated at first, but the look Hotdog Guy was giving him was doing something to him that he couldn't quite describe. He wasn't exactly sure what Hotdog Guy wanted to try, but he just nodded. "Okay."

As soon as Gumball nodded, Hotdog Guy was ready to keep going. He glanced around until he found a bottle of shea butter lotion within arms reach. He poured a generous amount on Gumball's hole and his own fingers before putting the bottle back. Gumball watched as he did this, not completely sure what the guy was doing until he saw him start to push one of his fingers, lubed up with lotion, inside of him.

"How does that feel?" Hotdog Guy asked Gumball as he slowly slid one finger into his hole. His other hand moved to plant on the edge of the sink behind where he had positioned Gumball's body.

"Not... terrible..." Gumball replied. "But, what are you trying to do?" He continued to grip onto the edges of the sink bowl. He wasn't exactly sure how to feel about this feeling quite yet.

"It's supposed to feel good once you get used to it. Relax and give it a beat," Hotdog Guy replied. He continued to slowly push his finger in until it slipped in all the way. He waited a moment before starting to slide a second finger in, just as slowly as he did the first one, but he kept the first one still and steady, all the way inside him at the same time. He wanted to see how Gumball would do with the stretch of two fingers.

"Hmm..." Gumball looked wary as he watched Hotdog Guy slip the next finger in, but he didn't fight it. His fingers tapped against the rim of the sink bowl as he tried his best to relax his body.

When his second finger finally slipped fully inside, Hotdog Guy glanced at Gumball's face to briefly check on him before he tested pulling them out and thrusting them back in. Gumball gasped at the quick thrust of the two fingers back inside of him. "Oh my God–" he muttered.

Hotdog Guy smirked slightly. "Yeah? I think I can make it better... There's supposed to be this spot inside..." He carefully started to twist his fingers inside of Gumball. He moved his fingers around until they rubbed up against a certain spot that made Gumball moan and bite down on his lip. Hotdog Guy's smirk widened into a full smirk. He rubbed his fingers against that spot again to tease Gumball. "Yeah, there it is..." he muttered, mainly to himself. He stretched his fingers inside Gumball, trying to make more room in his tight insides.

The way he was stretching his fingers inside him made Gumball grit his teeth. "What are you doing now...?" he questioned. "Why can't you just rub that spot again...?" He pushed his lips together. His face winces as he watched Hotdog Guy scissor his fingers while they were completely inside of him.

"Just bare with it for a sec..." Hotdog Guy muttered in response. "Once you're stretched out enough, I'll be able to make you feel even better."

Gumball only grumbled back as a more or less response, but other than that, he let Hotdog Guy do his thing. He didn't even know that simply rubbing a spot inside of him like that could send jolts of pleasure throughout his body. He wondered how Hotdog Guy figured that out himself.

After several more moments of stretching, Hotdog Guy felt he had done enough to move on. He reached for the bottle of lotion again with his free hand while the other slowly pulled his two fingers out of Gumball's still tight hole. Gumball gasped at the sudden emptiness, but Hotdog Guy paid no attention to it since he knew he was going to fill him right back up with much more. He reached for the bottle of lotion again, but this time he poured it over his still fully hard and throbbing cock. Hotdog Guy tossed the bottle afterwards and started to line up the tip of his cock with Gumball's smooth hole. His tip was now dripping with precum, but he still added the lotion just to be safe. "Okay, Gumball... Ready?" he asked him, bringing his eyes to meet his again.

Gumball was watching the whole time as Hotdog Guy prepared himself, but he didn't quite connect all the dots until he lined up his cock with his hole. Gumball's eyes widened. "Wait– You're going to put... that... up in there?!" he asked, voice cracking slightly. His hands started to scramble on the sink as his instinct was to back away from this.

"Yes," Hotdog Guy replied quite bluntly. "You let me put my fingers inside. How is this any more different?"

Gumball looked at him like he was crazy. "Are you kidding me? That is much bigger than two fingers..." He started to mumble towards the end of his last sentence. His face grew back to that bright shade of red.

"It's going to feel good. I promise," Hotdog Guy replied softly. He offered Gumball an assuring smile. Though, there was a hint of amusement in his eye.

Annoyed, Gumball turned his head away. He scrunched his face for a moment, but the redness in his cheeks wasn't fading one bit. "Ugh, fine. Put it in..." he grumbled.

With a more mischievous grin, Hotdog Guy started to push his tip inside of Gumball. He held his own shaft in one hand and gripped Gumball's hip with the other. "Breathe. Relax, okay?" He paused just after his tip disappeared inside of Gumball.

A heavier breath escaped Gumball's lips when Hotdog Guy started to enter him. He wasn't exactly sure how to feel about this yet. It didn't feel great, but it didn't hurt either. "Quit being so slow..." he muttered. "Just make me feel good again already."

"Such a brat." Hotdog Guy chuckled as he let go of his member to join his other hand in gripping Gumball's hips completely. "Whatever you say, princess." With one swift thrust of his hips, Hotdog Guy fully slid inside of Gumball. His hips pressed flush against the boy's hips.

"The Hell? Don't fucking call me– Oh–" That one powerful thrust shut Gumball right up. He threw his head back, making the top of his head hit the mirror as he drooled slightly and let out a prolonged quiet moan. When Hotdog Guy just slammed into him with not much of a warning, he thrusted right up against that sweet spot inside of him.

Hotdog Guy chuckled at his reaction and the way he just cut himself off from whatever he was trying to say. "What was that now?" He grinned as he pulled out of Gumball before thrusting right back into him. He started to pick up a steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of him. He noticed the precum starting to leak out of Gumball's member. "I know you like this," he commented whilst staring at that precum leaking out of his tip with no shame whatsoever.

"Shut... up..." Gumball muttered and kept his head back against the mirror.

"You're telling me to shut up, but you don't actually want me to stop, do you?" Hotdog Guy quickened his thrusting pace for a couple moments before abruptly stopping and just staying still, halfway inside of Gumball.

The sudden stop made Gumball jerk his head back down to look at Hotdog Guy. "What–"

"If you want me to keep going, I need you to tell me that." His grin grew more mischievous.

"You're sick!" Gumball spat out.

"Call me whatever you want, but..." Hotdog Guy's finger slid from Gumball's hip to lightly trace up Gumball's shaft, making Gumball jolt and almost choke on his own spit. His precum started to drip right onto where Hotdog Guy's finger stopped. "I know you're enjoying this."

Gumball continued to stay stubborn, glaring at Hotdog Guy despite his cock and legs twitching, his body desperate for more stimulation.

"Just say it," Hotdog Guy challenged, moving his hand to grip Gumball's hips tightly again. He did not tease him any further. He just stayed still inside of him as he waited for him to comply.

Gumball groaned, throwing his head back again as he tried to fight it, but his body betrayed him. His hips bucked out. His body was desperate for the guy to move and touch him again. Gumball gritted his teeth together, fighting to stay stubborn until he just couldn't take it anymore. "Sh-Shit– Fine! Keep going! Please! Start moving again!"

"There we go..." Hotdog Guy's grin widened as he snapped his hips back into Gumball. "Grab my shoulders," he instructed as he suddenly lifted him by his hips again, making it so he didn't have to keep holding himself from falling into the sink bowl anymore. Gumball didn't say anything and just held onto the guy's shoulders while he held his smaller frame close to his lanky body. Hotdog Guy started to lift Gumball by the hips up and down on his cock. Precum leaked out his tip inside of Gumball, further slicking up everything as he continued to penetrate him.

The new angle Hotdog Guy was thrusting into him at somehow made Gumball feel even better. He let out moans each time Hotdog Guy thrusted into him deep enough. His arms moved to wrap around Hotdog Guy's shoulders, making him hold onto his body tighter.

As Gumball leaned into his body, Hotdog Guy stepped away from the sink and back against the wall to lean against while he continued to lift Gumball up and down on his cock, gradually picking up his pace. He leaned his head over Gumball's shoulder, gazing down the back of his body. While still gripping onto his hips tightly, Hotdog Guy's thumbs slid up slightly, feeling the lower curve of the boy's waist. "You know, you're kind of scrawny," he commented abruptly.

"Bro, what–" Gumball raised an eyebrow at the sudden comment. "Thank you, I guess," he replied sarcastically and rolled his eyes. Despite that, Gumball didn't even attempt to pull away from the guy's body. "You know, you're not exactly a Greek god, either. I don't see much muscle on you."

Hotdog Guy snorted. "Maybe not," he replied. "You're small enough that it doesn't require much muscle to lift you." Gumball instantly felt his snap back backfire on him. He didn't really respond after that. Hotdog Guy pulled Gumball's hips back down onto his cock extra roughly, making the boy let out a longer moan. The precum releasing from his cock smeared against Hotdog Guy's stomach, and Hotdog Guy did not mind one bit.

"But you know..." Hotdog Guy's thumbs ran back down to grip only his hips again. His hands slid around Gumball's ass, squeezing it and caressing it for several moments as he continued to bounce him on his lap. "Your ass is kind of fat... It's hot, low-key."

Gumball was starting to get frustrated with Hotdog Guy's comments. He opened his mouth to respond, but he ended up biting down on his own lip instead as the guy tilted his head to bite into Gumball's neck.

"Where's your room?" he asked a bit roughly, keeping his head in the crook of Gumball's neck for another moment while licking the spot on his skin he had just bit down on.

"Down the hall..." Gumball muttered in response.

Without further warning, Hotdog Guy left the bathroom to walk to Gumball's shared bedroom. He briefly just held him in place as he walked to kick open the door and lay the boy down on the lower bunk bed while climbing onto it. He stayed closely hovering over him while keeping him pinned down. The shower had still been running in the background this entire time, but neither of them cared about it at this point.

Once laid down on his back on his bed, Gumball looked up at him with an expression that only showed how desperate he had gotten now. A new dribble of drool slid out of his mouth as he anticipated the guy's next move.

Without any warning, Hotdog Guy thrusted into Gumball again, making his legs shake. He didn't hold back now. He pounded into him, ready for this to be the final moment they shared before they both reached their peak. This made Gumball let out louder whines and moans. Hotdog Guy grabbed Gumball's cock and started to jerk him off in tandem with his quick powerful thrusts. The feeling of Hotdog Guy's balls slapping against his ass weirdly added to Gumball's pleasure.

"Are you close, Gumball?" he asked as he looked down at him, starting to sweat and letting out low groans under his breath. "I am," he admitted, starting to get out of breath.

"Y-Yeah, I think I– ngh– I think I am..." Gumball replied, letting out another moan. He held one of his arms over his mouth as his breathing grew heavier too. His chest started to heave up and down. His hips started to frequently buck up into Hotdog Guy's thrusts and grind against his body. The guy's cock rubbed that spot inside of him again, and Gumball felt himself reaching right to that edge. "Oh– I think I'm about to–"

"Shit– Gumball–" Hotdog Guy panted out when Gumball bucked himself into his hips. He kept jerking off Gumball. "Cum with me– I'm cumming inside–"

Hotdog Guy thrusted deep inside Gumball one more time, his cock rubbing right up against that sweet spot inside of him, making them both cum at the same time. Hotdog Guy shut his eyes, groaning through gritted teeth as he came, shooting multiple ropes of cum deep inside Gumball as his hips grinded against the boy's ass. Gumball came on both of their stomachs and a bit of Hotdog Guy's hand, his body shaking and quivering as he whined and moaned throughout his high.

As both their highs started to wind down, Hotdog Guy's cock started to soften inside of Gumball and soon slipped out on its own. "Fuck..." he muttered, still quite out of breath as he turned over to lay next to Gumball on the bed. "That was... better than I ever would have thought it would be..." he said as he stared up at the upper bunk above them.

"Yeah..." Gumball replied, mumbling while also staring up. "Much better than any time I've done it by myself..." He hesitantly glanced over at the guy as he laid next to him. His face flushed slightly. "Can we... uh, just lay here for a minute...?"

Hotdog Guy glanced back over at Gumball. His eyebrows raised for a moment. "Yeah... sure..." He shifted his body in bed and reached for the blanket to cover up both of their naked bodies.

•••

"Hey Gumball! I'm back! ...Gumball? Are you home yet?"

The sound of a familiar voice calling started to wake up Gumball. He was laying against Hotdog Guy's bare chest, drooling slightly again. They both had their arms wrapped around each other in their sleep. Gumball shifted slightly in bed and slowly moved one of his arms to wipe the drool off his face and onto the back of his hand. He leaned up a bit, still pretty sleepy as he gazed down at Hotdog Guy. This... somehow didn't feel weird... He didn't regret what he did with Hotdog Guy, like at all. Now, he just felt so comfortable with him, no more awkwardness. Gumball smiled slightly as he watched him still sleep.

Then, Gumball remembered why he woke up in the first place, and realized that that was definitely Darwin's voice coming from downstairs. This instantly woke Gumball all the way up. "Shit!– Shit!" he whisper shouted as he heard a bit of shuffling downstairs and the sound of foot steps approaching the stairs. Gumball quickly sat up, unraveling all their arms in the process. Without hesitation, he slapped Hotdog Guy's face in a desperate attempt to wake him up.

The slap immediately woke Hotdog Guy up. He sat up instantly but ended up hitting his head on the upper bunk due to his height. "Ow–" he shouted, maybe a bit too loud as he hunched over to rub his head where he hit it.

Gumball slapped a hand over Hotdog Guy's mouth. "Shut up! Shut up!" he whispered harshly.

Hotdog Guy pushed his hand off of his mouth, but took the hint to start whispering. "Shit– What's happening?" He rubbed his eyes, still partially asleep.

"You need to put on your clothes and leave, RIGHT NOW!" Gumball whisper shouted back at him as he scrambled out of bed to get to his dresser to pull out a clean set of his own clothes and start putting them on.

"They're in the bathroom still–" Hotdog Guy replied, still keeping his voice down to a whisper-shout like Gumball's.

"Shit..." Gumball groaned under his breath. He as quickly as possible got his sweater on and pulled his jeans up. He didn't even bother to do the zipper or button before he rushed out of the bedroom and into the bathroom to gather Hotdog Guy's clothes. His sweater was still ruffled up from putting it on so hastily. He didn't care though. He balled up all of the guy's clothes and ran back into his shared bedroom, trying to beat Darwin in getting up the stairs in enough time to where he wouldn't notice the evidence of what had happened in the house while he was away. He was in such a hectic rush that he didn't even think about the shower still running this whole time. 

Hotdog Guy barely had enough time to climb out of bed before Gumball stormed back in to shove the balled up articles of clothing into his chest. "You need to put these on in like three seconds!" he hissed in a whisper.

Hotdog Guy put his clothes on as quickly as he possibly could, though they were very disheveled from how hasty he had to be. He was still shoving his arm into the other sleeve of his baseball jacket and putting on his other shoe while hopping on one foot when Gumball already started pushing him out of the bedroom.

With barely any time to think, Hotdog Guy just started going to the stairs only to be met with Darwin coming up them.

Darwin smiled at him, though his expression still showed surprise. "Oh! ...Hotdog Guy, right? What are you doing here?"

Briefly Hotdog Guy glanced back at Gumball who was leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom and out of Darwin's field of vision. Hotdog Guy's eyes had went wide since he was unsure of how to reply, but Gumball only facepalmed out of frustration.

Hotdog Guy turned his head back to Darwin and just tried his best to improvise. "Oh, you know... Just hanging out... with Gumball." he replied, laughing awkwardly and scratching the back of his neck as his face started to flush a bit.

"Oh! Really?" Darwin replied, pleasantly surprised. "I didn't think you two got along that well... but this is great to find out!"

"Yeah..." Hotdog Guy replied. "But, I need to go now, unfortunately."

"Well, thanks for stopping by!" Darwin smiled. Hotdog Guy stepped out of the way, so Darwin could get fully up the stairs. He was about to go down them until Darwin said something else.

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you without your sunglasses before," he said, laughing lightly while briefly gesturing to his eyes. "How come you're not wearing them today?"

It was only then that Hotdog Guy realized Gumball didn't get his sunglasses when he was retrieving his clothes from the bathroom. He turned to look at Darwin again. "Oh... Well, you know... uh, Gumball wanted to borrow them." He glanced at Gumball who hadn't moved from where he was but was now behind Darwin's back. He gave Gumball a slight smirk while Gumball raised a questioning eyebrow back at him. Hotdog Guy looked back down at Darwin who looked a little confused. "Just make sure he comes back over to my place when he's ready to return them." He chuckled.

"Oh, okay. I'll let him know," Darwin replied but was still clearly confused. Hotdog Guy simply chuckled again before walking down the stairs. Soon, the sound of the front door opening and closing was heard from downstairs, signaling Hotdog Guy had finally left.

Gumball was surprised at Hotdog Guy's excuse for not wearing his sunglasses. Still, Gumball couldn't help but smile after he left, folding his arms over his chest and shaking his head a little. This might actually be the most unforgettable day they had together on top of multiple unforgettable days they had had already, but Gumball had a feeling their relationship with each other would be a lot different going forward than it ever was before.