Hot Dog Guy X Gumball Novels & Stories

She kisses him on the cheek before pushing through the crowd looking for a place to set down the bags. My stomach growls at the mention of the best hotdogs in town. No clue what's in them and I'd never ask, the dogs have a pink hue that's completely unnatural, a local bakery makes the buns just for this joint, and their chili is homemade daily. They only do hot dogs. Nothing else. You can get a bag of Lays potato chips and a Coke from a bottle, but the only thing they make is hot dogs, and we all love them all the way-chili, mustard, and onions. Well, all of us except Dax. Moby loves them but doesn't eat them often because of the lack of nutritional value. I can tell from the look on his fac

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.”

“We're now officially cliché!” “How is that a good thing?” “It just is, now...goldfish, we can win two, call them after ourselves.” “Maybe goldfish me will eat goldfish you,” Derrick muttered poking him hard in the side so he yelped and hurried forward. They didn't end up winning a goldfish but Jordan managed to win him a small toy dog that he took with a roll of his eyes. “Hot dog!” Jordan exclaimed when they stood at the stand and got two each with a can of soda. They say at a spare bench facing each other when they ate them.

And by the time the first innings was over, my voice was starting to hurt from all of the chants I'd gotten caught up in. "Do they sell drinks or anything?" I asked, scanning my surroundings for a stall of some sort. "Yeah there should be someone walking around with that stuff," Conner joined my search. "There he is." I followed his gaze, my eyes landing on a young guy who was going up and down the aisles with his portable food cart. "Wait, people actually do that?" I asked excitedly. "I thought that was just in the movies." "Are you talking about the wiener dude?" Nikki joined the conversation. "He's the best."

Green jerseys completely outnumbered our purple ones, but we didn't care. The excitement in the enormous stadium was exhilarating. The smell of popcorn and hotdogs permeated the air. "Let's get a dog and drink so we can devour them in our seats." I hadn't eaten since breakfast and I needed the calories. We waited in line for hot dogs and I heard some whispering behind me. I wouldn't have noticed, but Killian's name came into the conversation. "Hey, are you Killian MacGregor's girlfriend?" How the hell would anyone know that?

I wonder if he's going to pout all day. Maddy and I stay on the tailgate of the truck listening to the radio and eating our snacks when a sweet small stray dog comes running up. He reminds me of the dog that played Benji from childhood movies. Same golden brown wiry-looking hair. The only difference is this dog was missing one of his front legs. We feed him some chips and water. Maddy and I started calling him Tripod and decided we were taking him home today. We spent the next couple of hours playing with him in the bed of the truck while they finished the walls. Before we knew it, the guys were back and ready to go pick up the food. I laid a towel off to the side of the driveway for Tripod