Gumball Larry Novels & Stories

I am still the winner. When we try again, he wins. He leans over and ruffles my hair. It means nothing but why does it make my heart flutter? There are butterflies in my stomach when he leans back and tries again. Larry keeps winning and for each win, he chuckles while I roll my eyes. I raise three fingers up and Larry sticks out two. He knows he’s failed already but he continues to stare at our fingers until I start laughing. He makes another ridiculous face and I put my fingers down.

“We reconvene in one week. Not two.” I stand, they do the same but slower, and with uncertain, grouchy motions. As people file out, Larry hangs back. He’s in his late fifties with a wiry build, a salt-and-pepper beard trimmed properly, his eyes bright behind wire-rimmed glasses. There’s a warmth in his posture that the others lack. “Ms. Travis,” he says. “Larry Gould. I’m happy you’re the one stepping in your father’s shoes. You’ll be one of the few women to do it here. You’ll have my support anytime.”

“Good. Ever played Deadlights IV?” Her eyes lit up immediately. “Wait, the zombie one? With the flamethrower glitches?” Larry grinned like a proud uncle. “The very same.” “No way! That game’s banned in three countries.” “Which makes it better,” Larry said, already leading her down the hall. They were laughing before they even reached the console. Within minutes, the two of them were yelling at the screen, cheering when they blew apart a horde and groaning when Abi accidentally torched herself with her own Molotov.

I slipped the cash in the counter and the sound of notes going in and out was enough to calm me. "I'm still wondering when I'd ever get to see your face Glam." He smiled up at me, his smile was adorable enough to make me almost kiss his cheeks. Larry was a tall lad with a muscular build topped with amazing hair and the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen in a man. Never had a black man looked so yummy to me, or I just wasn't looking at them with the same emotions involved when I admired Larry. "All in good time. 34700." I said to him.

“It’s okay, Lauren. Uncle Larry is fun.” Lauren rolled her eyes. “Yeah, fun like a bad sitcom.” Larry leaned closer, his grin widening. “Admit it, I am fun.” “I’m tolerating you,” she corrected. “Same thing,” he quipped, popping a gumdrop into his mouth. Lauren had just finished cleaning up the mess when she heard the unmistakable sound of a hockey puck hitting the wall. She walked into the living room to find Larry practicing his slapshot using a foam puck and a small net he’d set up.

Larry said, "I wish I would have known sooner Eva. I can't believe I've been missing out on this nice hot piece of ass all these years." I then told Larry to lay down and I straddled his cock, riding him for a little while as he fondled my tits and ass while Rob watched. I stopped fucking him so Rob could pour some lube on my asshole and get me prepared by finger fucking me with one finger then two. I was a little concerned about being able to take Rob's 9 inches up my ass but there was no turning back now. He lubed up his dick and approached me. Larry spread my ass cheeks so his new customer could have better access to my asshole and I felt Rob's cock poking at me. I begged him to go slow a

"I have a favor to ask. A friend's son needs a cochlear implant. I gave him your contact information. His last name is Bard. If he comes to you, please help him get a suitable implant and give him a discount. I'll cover the rest. It’s a favor for me, and it will put my mind at ease. "Yes, thank you very much. Yes, I'm at Caline now. If you have time, come visit. Why buy anything? I'll make a custom bottle for you. It's really no trouble. If anything, I owe you. Okay, just let me know when you're coming. Alright, goodbye." As Larry left Stella's office, his phone rang. He glanced at it and replied, "I've been reassigned." The response was, "Useless!" Larry deleted the message expressionlessly

Some electronics were roughly placed on it. Oh, God!. Where is he?. The boy from earlier returned with a man,in his early forties, probably....he may be the supposed boss. Two huge men followed them in. "Welcome back, Garry!."He said with an evil grin. A lit cigarette was held in the middle of his fingers. He took a drag of it and puffed out some smoke. Larry's eyes glinted. Garry?. They wants Garry but he ended up being captured instead!.

Larry wanted to shout but he became weaker and he lost his consciousness finally. Larry didn't return after a long time and Ruby became worried and followed him to the toilet. But when she reached to the toilet, people stopped her. "Miss, this is the gents room and yours is over there." "No, my son told me that he is going to toilet and he didn't come back after a long time." "Miss, do you mean, a little boy maybe at the age of seven in a light blue shirt with jeans?" A bald man with tattoos on his hands asked her.

Larry then moved on to Rebecca’s other stocking, repeating the processing and getting in plenty of gropes of her long, smooth legs. “My turn now,” Larry said at last as he returned to his seat, his crotch showing clear evidence of his arousal. Larry drew a nine of spades. “Looks like you’re going to take the shirt right off my back,” he said to Rebecca, holding his hands up in surrender.