Hot Dog Guy X Gumball Novels & Stories

Simple perfection he'd dismissed his entire life. Charlotte watched, eyebrow arched, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips as Howard chewed in stunned silence, the great Howard Carter undone by a $3 hotdog. Charlotte's smile widened, genuine delight lighting her face as she watched Howard savor the unexpected treat. Seeing his reluctant enjoyment, he made up his mind—no more pretenses. Ignoring prying eyes from passing cars and pedestrians, he devoured the rest of the hotdog in hearty bites. Ketchup smeared his chin, and mustard dotted his tailored shirt; for once, the pristine billionaire looked gloriously human, messy, and alive.

It was difficult to believe that he would be happy over a teddy bear. As we walked away, a wonderful smell caught my attention. I let go of Adam's hand and walked toward the source. "Daphnie?" When I walked around the corner, it was Garrett Popcorn. "Jackpot," Adam said as he spotted the store. He took my hand, and we walked toward the store. "Hi! Welcome to Garrett Popcorn," an employee greeted us. "Hello," I said. "What can I get you guys today?" "I will have a bag of the Chicago Style."

I laughed wholeheartedly. "I can't believe that a small old lady made a freaking enormous large dick. Complete with all the veins and balls, did you see the size of those balls?" He groaned at me but continue on driving back to the cottage. "This was good Alex, I like how our first date is going." I kissed him deeply as we arrived back at our cottage.

Waylon rolled his eyes, “You did not ruin it Honey, it just started and you know as well as I do that your health comes first, stay here while I get you something to drink.” Dante nodded, “Can you get me something to eat too? Something that has cheese in it.” Waylon smirked, “So Evelyne is going to be a cheese baby?” Dante nodded shyly, “I think so.” * Waylon returned with two bottles of water, a packet of fruit gummies and three corn dogs, one cheese as his mate asked for it. Dante looked at the stuff Waylon bought and frowned, picking up a corn dog with no mustard and tomato sauce, he bit down on it and pulled but as he pulled, it didn’t break, instead it had a cheese pull.

It was easier to park a couple blocks south and cross diagonally through a city park to get there, than it was to try to find a spot right in front of the building itself. The only problem was the hot dog vendor who sold some absolutely delectable treats from a cart in the center of the park. The small, portly man smiled when he saw me from a distance, topping a fresh footlong hot dog with mustard and relish before I even reached him. I traded him a crisp twenty dollar bill for it; we made our exchange quickly and I hardly slowed my stride across the park. He knew to keep the change.

He set the beer in front of me and held out the hot dog. “Thanks for the beer,” I said, taking it. “But I’m full, man. Don’t want the hot dog.” Dave’s expression didn’t shift. “It’s not for eating,” he said flatly. “I want you to show me. Use the hot dog like it’s your dick. Show me how Nicole sucked you off.” He shoved it into my hand. I stared at the thing—a foot-long beef frank stuffed in a bun way too small for it. The absurdity almost made me laugh, but Dave’s eyes were dead serious, fever-bright.

That was pricy for one hot dog. "Two dollars. You get a free beverage" he grumbles as he wipes mustard on his stained off white apron. "Oh sure" says Sawyer as she rummages in her purse for one more dollar. She hands the man the money. She places mustard and other goodies on her hot dog. "Relish is an extra fifty cents miss" the man demands to her after she places it on her hot dog. "Oh fine" she grumbles out loud. She hands him her change. He hands her a beverage without a lid on it. It was not even a diet cola. She heads over to the bench to eat her meal while she was on hold for this Mr. Spencer still.

Ruby gave a little chuckle shifting her gaze back to her corndog. "Okay, you win." He took another bite from the dog. "It is a pretty tasty change,” he finally admitted with a little smirk on his face. He pointed to her half eaten dog as he pulled the remaining piece of his corn dog from the stick and popped it into his mouth. "Eat up. We have the double ferris wheel to ride in a moment."

“Two of the popular hotdogs and two fries and one large Dr pepper,” “Coming right up,” I watch as he slathers mayo on the bun then places the hot dog then he puts onions, some type of hot pepper and cheese. Then he grabs the net, scoops up the fries and places them in hotdogs wrappers. “32.50,” Wow talk about expensive, however I handed him a hundred and he started to count the change. “What the fuck were you thinking?” I nearly jumped from my skin when Avery said that from behind me. “I came to get us some food I was going to bring it to you,”

He stroked it once, slow, smearing the wetness. But then he grinned, that filthy, wicked smirk. “Not yet. Brought something fun.” He reached into the grocery bag he’d carried in and pulled out a pack of hotdogs—thick, smooth, glistening with that cheap processed sheen. My stomach flipped. “You’re gonna take these first. Get you nice and sloppy for me.” My cock jerked hard at the words. “Fuck… yes.”