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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Amazing_World_of_Gumball
  Relationship:
      Gumball_Watterson/Mr._Small
  Character:
      Mr._Small_(The_Amazing_World_of_Gumball), Gumball_Watterson, Darwin
      Watterson_(minor), Miss_Simian_(minor)
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Pedophilia, Pedophile!Mr._Small, Grinding, handjobs,
      Gumball_described_with_cat_features_-_Freeform, Teacher-Student
      Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-20 Words: 5463
****** Flirting Can Get Your Everywhere in Life ******
by FelineJaye
Summary
     When Gumball is assigned biweekly therapy with Mr. Small, he's
     willingly to do anything to get out of what he's sure will be a
     complete waste of his afternoons.
     Mr. Small knows he can handle himself and his not-completely-
     appropriate crush. As long as everything stays the same and no one
     pushed him out of his comfort zone.
     It's an unstoppable force versus an immovable object.
Notes
     Tell me if I missed any tags, but I think I covered it. Speaking of -
     fics have tags for a reason. Pay attention to them.
     Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this, so I'm super glad I was
     commissioned for this.
Gumball sat in his seat, arms crossed and face decidedly unimpressed, as he
glared up at Mr. Small.
Mr. Small smiled down at the blue kitten, his hands clasped in front of him on
his desk.
He couldn't help but love when students messed up. It gave him such a perfect
chance to spread his wisdom and impart life-changing advice on impressionable
young minds. It was the reason he'd become a primary school counsellor in the
first place instead of continuing his lucrative music career which totally
would've made him a superstar except he was too good to sell-out. Yeah that was
it. So enriching young, soft minds was what he had left. But he needed troubled
youths if he was to do any advice giving.
This was not the first time Gumball had been in his office - hardly the first
at all. Often he was accompanied by his brother, Darwin, but sometimes he'd be
with another classmate or sometimes he'd be on his own. Like today. It seemed
that many strange occurances happened around Gumball - fights and arguments
and, mostly, vandalism. Terrible behaviour, of course, and behaviour that he
tried again and again to curb. But, he supposed, at least it meant that he got
to talk to Gumball. It wasn't like he had a regular class with the boy after
all. And it wasn't weird that he was happy to talk to Gumball. He just wanted
to help the boy. Of course. That's all. If he helped the boy realise his true
potential then he wouldn't have to see Gumball in his office ever again! Which
would... That would be good, of course. He wouldn't be sad about that at all.
Because it was nothing weird. There was nothing weird about how much he liked
having Gumball in his office. It was totally normal professionalism. Totally.
Gumball was starting to give a little growl from his closed mouth. Mr. Small
gave a muted chuckle before pulling out Gumball's file so as to reacquaint
himself with the boy's misdemeanours. He clicked his tongue as he read down the
list.
 
"My, my, Gumball. You really have been getting into a lot of trouble, haven't
you?"
The kitten rolled his eyes over dramatically; "Look could you just get to the
point? I kinda have things to do."
 
Mr. Small shook his head and clicked his tongue again.
 
"You'll never be able to change this behaviour with a Debbie downy attitude
like that, Gumball! A positive attitude is the first step to a positive life!
All this anti-social behaviour is just weighing you down with toxic energy.
Littering, talking back, sass, skipping class, vandalism, property damage," He
clicked his tongue again and Gumball ground his teeth together, "All of these
are on your record. You have to understand, delinquent behaviour like this
isn't good for your body, mind, soul or future! If you can't-"
 
Gumball tunes out the speech, his face unable to relax out of it's angry
scrunch. The more time Mr. Small lectured him the less time he had to sit in
Miss Simian's classroom, he guessed, but it almost wasn't worth it. It
certainly wouldn't be worth it once Mr. Small actually tried to start 'helping'
him (for want of a better word). He knew exactly how Mr. Small's advice would
turn out in the end. He busied himself looking around the office instead,
seeing what little changes had happened since he'd last been there. So, since
last week.
Computer - a decade out of date - check. Filing cabinets - beat up and dented -
check. Chalkboard behind his desk? Still there but, huh, a new conspiracy
theory, that was kinda cool. None of the posters where new since last week.
Even the newest of them looked to be from the 80's, something with the slogan
"It's okay to be queer!" which Gumball was pretty sure you weren't meant to say
any more. Now that he was looking at it, though, was that Mr. Small in the
crowd photo on the poster?
 
"-So I'm afraid Principal Brown has insisted that this is the final straw."
 
Gumball turned his attention back to Mr. Small as his tone of voice indicated
he was wrapping up the big dumb speech.
 
"We'll be meeting twice a week after school until all this hullabaloo sorts
out." 
"Every week?!" he screeched in horror.
"Oh no no no no no."
"Oh, phew. You know I was wor-"
"Twice a week."
"What?!!"
"Well, twice a week every week so, ah ha, yes I suppose that is every week!
Silly me."
 
Gumball dropped his head into his hands. He just knew this was going to be
terrible. Being stuck with Mr. Small for however long twice every week? How was
he going to survive? He would even have Darwin with him! Damnit, okay. He was
just going to have to suck it up and be on his best behaviour so that Mr. Small
could clear him. Or so he could go straight to Principal Brown and convince him
that this therapy thing was all a big mistake. Okay, he could do this.
 
"But I just know you're a good kid inside there so I'm sure this won't take any
time at all. Especially with my..." Mr. Small slowly pulled a scrapbook-looking
binder out from behind his desk, "Newly developed 'Getting Kids Back On Track'
methodology!"
"Oh god no."
 
===============================================================================
"Twice a week, Darwin! Every week! It's torture, it's horrible, it's mind-
numbingly bo-or-or-ring!"
"Well maybe you shouldn't have lied to everyone about National Noodle Day."
 
Gumball's face wiped clear of his distress into a flat look of the unimpressed.
 
"Look, if you're not going to help I don't know why I even come to you with
these things at all." 
"Watersons! Quieten down back there!" Miss Simian screeched from the front of
the classroom.
 
Darwin frantically tried to write faster while Gumball moved his margin
doodling over to actually trying to fill out the worksheet. The kitten looked
up every few moments, waiting until their teacher's attention was elsewhere
before he continued.
 
"Come on, Darwin. At least help me figure out how to get out if it. He has a
'methology' he wants me to do."
"Well, maybe you should do it."
 
Gumball looked at Darwin, who looked back. They only managed to keep their
faces straight for a few seconds before they had to bury their heads in their
arms on their tables and break out into laughter.
 
"O-okay." Darwin wiped a tear, "Um... You could try being better? Or...
pretending to be?"
"Bzzt! He has a 'methology'."
"Get a note from the nurse?"
"Bzzt! He'll give me a clear bill of alternate health."
"Just not go?"
"Bzzt! He'd get me the next day at school, the principal knows about it and-
" Gumball shuddered, "He might call Mom."
 
Darwin shivered in sympathy. Nicole Watterson would not be happy if she found
out her son was skipping punishment-therapy.
 
"Hmmmm..." the pair pondered.
 
At the front of the room, Principal Brown entered, awkwardly announcing himself
and moseying on up to Miss Simian. Despite the two adults telling them all to
keep their eyes to themselves, the class half-watched on like they usually did.
The brothers continued trying to think of how to get Gumball out of therapy but
Darwin grew more and more engrossed in the display in front of them. eventually
he reached his breaking point;
 
"Bleh. Do they have to?"
"Hm?"
"You know sometimes I think Miss Simian can get away with whatever she wants
just because Principal Brown's her boyfriend."
 
Gumball looked up towards the aforementioned teachers, half formed plans of
setting off fire drills every time he had an appointment in his head. With a
disgruntled expression he observed Miss Simian batting her lashes and giggling
as Principal Brown said something. She dragged a finger up and down a portion
of his torso, maybe near where his shoulder would be if he had arms. Guh,
Darwin was right, Principal Brown wouldn't give her so much of a free pass if
she wasn't flirting with him all the time.
Gumball reeled back in slow-motion in his seat, struck with an idea.
 
"Of course! Darwin I can-!"
"Gumball Waterson!" Miss Simian screeched from her desk, "If you don't pipe
down and be-have this instant-!"
 
He sheepishly dropped back to his seat.
 
"Sorry Miss Simian! Won't happen again! Me being a model student who... totally
doesn't need weekly therapy?"
 
She gave him a skeptical look and he shrunk in his seat, returning to his work.
 
===============================================================================
The bell rung for class and Gumball tugged at Darwin's fin. He dragged his
brother out of the room before side-stepping the rest of the crowd.
 
"Okay!" he looked around surreptitiously before lowering his excited voice,
"Okay. I've got it. I know how to convince Mr. Small to let me out of therapy."
"Oh? How?"
"I'm going to flirt with him."
 
Gumball grinned in anticipation, but Darwin was giving him a concerned frown
instead.
 
"I dunno, Gumball. Playing with someone's heart is a dangerous thing."
"Pfft, come on man. I'm not 'playing with his heart'. I'm just gonna flirt a
little, butter him up-"
"Isn't he meant to be a vegan?"
"-And soon enough he'll do whatever I ask. Like letting me not go to his dumb
therapy any more!"
"Hm, okay dude. I'm just saying - be careful what you wish for."
"Whatever. Trust me - this is gonna work per-fect-ly~!"
 
===============================================================================
"Step one is to unclench your chakras."
 
Gumball sat on the floor opposite Mr. Small, cross-legged. Mr. Small looked up
to make sure he was following instructions and Gumball smiled, light glinting
off of his feline fangs. He followed Mr. Small's cryptic instructions as best
he could and made sure to spend the rest of the time smiling at the man,
fluttering his lashes and huffing little sighs in his direction.
 
"Right, okay, let's move on! Step two is sharing. Now, Gumball." Mr. Small
pressed his palms together and brought his hands to his pursed lips. There was
an uncomfortable silence, "Why, exactly, do you feel the need to act out like
this? There's no judgement here, just honesty and openness."
"Hm... Honestly?"
"Yes?"
"If I'm being really truly honest?"
"Yes?"
"Have you done something with your hair?"
 
Mr. Small deflated a little, upset that Gumball was joking around and that he
hadn't just had an incredible life-changing break-through. But then Gumball
continued;
 
"Because your hair.. cloud... fluff.. ... ponytail? Is looking just so fabulous
today."
 
The teacher tittered, pleased at the compliment. Maybe he wasn't just messing
around after all.
 
"Oh! Why yes, it was nice of you to notice. I was trying out a new organic
handmade shampoo. I think it really highlights my aura."
"Oh it does, it does!"
 
Mr. Small fiddled with his ponytail and Gumball continued to smile across at
him. Minutes passed where Mr. Small preened over the compliment before Gumball
decided maybe it had been enough flirting.
 
"So... Mr. Small. This has been great and all, but how about... I just go home
now? Hey? How about it?"
"Oh no no no, Gumball. We're still on Stage Two! There's plenty more stages of
my program to get through. Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to help you
grow and flourish as a person."
 
Gumball barely suppressed a groan and a roll of his eyes before pushing
forward. Maybe another compliment?
 
"Say, Mr. Small, have you lost weight? You are looking really good today!"
 
Bemused, the teacher smiled at the compliment almost automatically. It was nice
of any student (no matter for Gumball of all students) to notice the effort
he'd been putting into his appearance. It took quite some effort to look so
casual, natural and laid-back. He wanted to preen and posture at these
compliments but something felt off. Gumball wasn't usually so observant of
others and the kinds of lines he was using...
 
He's flirting with me. Oh gosh, this kitten is actually flirting...
 
Mr. Small's awkward smile slowly reversed into a little frown. He couldn't have
Gumball flirting with him like this. As flattering as it was for a young boy as
good looking as him to flirt with some silly old hippie like himself.. But he
was getting off track. The point was that it was too dangerous for Gumball to
flirt with him; too dangerous for both of them by far.
 
"Oookay, that's enough. Let's... move on to Stage Three! Now in Stage Three we
stay very quiet, just letting out any sounds that you naturally feel you need
to release. So close your eyes, relax, and breath in and out on my counts."
 
Mr. Small counted eight in and then eight out, guiding Gumball into a deep
breathing exercise. He squinted, curious, as he heard quiet words being puffed
out with each of Gumball's breaths. He leaned in, closer and closer to the
cat's face until his face was right up to Gumball's, and only then could he
hear what Gumball was muttering. More compliments, and some repeated, it
sounded. His mouth pulled to the side in an awkward, embarrassed expression but
before he could shuffle back Gumball suddenly leaned forward and pecked a kiss
to his cheek. Mr. Small let out a squeak, his pupils contracting, as Gumball
simply smiled at him indulgently.
His eyes dropped to the kitten's lips.
He needed to put a stop to this. This was dangerous and it couldn't be good for
the young student. He wasn't going to get one little crush get in the way of
touching these kids hearts and minds.
He shuffled back - further away than he'd been sitting before - and sat back
down, cross-legged again. He cleared his throat before announcing to the
dazedly smiling Gumball.
 
"It has come to my attention that. Uh. You may be acting out to gain my
attention. Or. Affection. And, while I'm undoubtedly flattered and you should
be free to pursue whomever you find yourself attracted to, Love is Love, it
would still be inappropriate for me to return any of your. Um. Affections."
 
Gumball opened his mouth, about to point out what Mr. Small had just implied.
Did the kooky old counsellor actually like-like him? But, that wasn't why he
was doing this. This was just to get out of therapy. Nothing else. Nothing
more.
 
"So you're just going to have to stop."
"Well..." Gumball drawled, "if it's making you uncomfortable I could always
just leave...?"
"Ah ah, now. You still have twenty-four more stages before you finish my
experimental holistic program for troubled youths!"
 
Gumball gritted his teeth, trying to make sure his expression didn't change. He
thought for sure that was going to work! He would just have to up his game.
Time to pull out that earlier point.
 
"But you do like me back, right Mr. Small? I mean, you like-like me."
"I- uh- That would be totally unprofessional and-!"
"You said you where 'flattered'. So you like-like me too, don't you?"
 
Gumball leaned forward until he was on all fours and crawled up towards Mr.
Small who started to lean backwards. Gumball knelled in front of him and, after
a hesitant moment, placed a paw on his knee. He smiled up at the teacher again.
Seeing Mr. Small awkwardly leaning away, he tried again;
 
"Or you could just let me go home and think about it (or whatever)?"
 
Mr. Small gave a minute shake of his head and Gumball thought. Would else could
he do? How could he flirt harder? He'd already kissed the man for goodness
sake! He could... get closer, he guessed. Maybe sit in his lap? Gumball pulled
himself forward and spun around on his knees before dropping back into Mr.
Small's lap. He shuffled around, getting comfortable and sitting more properly
in the crook of the teacher's crossed-legs.
 
"Uuooh! This is- er- you shouldn't, um. You're mingling too close to my energy
bubble, our auras are merging and.. er..."
 
Mr. Small tried to keep a level voice as Gumball moved about in his lap, his
small frame collapsing into the gap in his lap. He was already off-balance from
the kitten flirting with him but having him so close and shuffling about like
this... Gumball smelt warm under his nose - smelt how sunshine felt with a hint
of that raw scent that most children smelt of. It was making him far more dizzy
than any cloying two dollar incense could and worse it was making him almost
regret his stylish custom flares. They were his favourites and thus were rather
worn through and he could feel Gumball's plump butt with aching clarity as he
wiggled about.
Gumball, meanwhile, was mostly trying to get comfortable. It was easy to
forget, when his forearms and head where so fluffy, that Mr. Small was skiny
and knobbly under his clothes. It didn't make for a comfortable lap, that was
for sure. In fact it didn't make for much of a solid lap at all - it was mostly
just a doughnut shape with a big, big hole in the middle. He was starting to
realise he was going to have to wiggle further back if he wanted to be sitting
on and not in-between Mr. Small. But if he moved further back... He'd be on his
private bits. His teacher was still stuttering above his head and was shifting
under him, readjusting. He was starting to wonder just what he was willing to
do.
Was this even working? The flirting hadn't been enough to just get Mr. Small to
let him go but he was getting more and more nervous if his tone was anything to
go by. Surely Mr. Small would crack any moment now. Otherwise Gumball was going
to have to get more naughty and more grown-up about all this. Which was
appealing in it's own way. Did he even want this to succeed? Or did he just
want the excuse to be a bit more grown-up when he knew Mr. Small would probably
be a push-over. When he knew no one would believe Mr. Small if he spoke out and
Gumball denied it in just the right tone. The feel 'sorry for this poor old
dumb hippie' tone.
Gumball twinged as Mr. Small's knee poked into him. He was going to have to
move back.
He wiggled back until he was sitting more on Small's pelvis than his lap and
felt his teacher lean away a little, compensating. There was a rough sound a
quick glance let him see Mr. Small's fluffy hands clenching into fists. Nervous
fists. More importantly, he whimpered.
 
Yes! I'm finally breaking him!
 
Gumball shifted forward and then rocked back into Mr. Small's pelvis, the
action being rewarded by an 'eep' from above his head. With a sneaky grin he
rearranged his legs so that he could rock back and forth and grind back into
Mr. Small better. He could hear the teacher trying to stifle his panting, could
feel the puffs of air forced out through the man's nose. Could feel the twinges
and twitches in his legs. Could feel the shudder in his arms. Could feel the
hardness of his--!
A shiver ran up Gumball's spine, his fur prickling in sync.
 
Oh man! That's his- his-!
 
He couldn't even think it, but he could tell that Mr. Small's penis was
pressing up into him. He'd had this talk already, about how sometimes erections
just happened but he had a feeling this was one of the 'on purpose' ones. This
was horrifying, humiliating and it was- Well. It was something, finally. It was
at least making Mr. Small tense and putting him on edge. If he'd already come
this far - far enough to get the teacher hard - then he couldn't just stop
here, could he?
He ground back onto Mr. Small again, experimenting, and felt a warm-not-warm
tingle from his own lap. He rocked again, trying to repeat the action and felt
the hard cock under him rub into his pants, between his legs. He put his hands
in front of him, his paws neatly meeting just in front of his crotch.
 
"This is fine. This is good. I want this, this is okay."
 
Mr. Small pretended not to hear the kitten clearly trying to think to himself
but nonetheless the words ran a thrilled shiver through him. Feeling Gumball
rock back against him, rubbing himself into his lap, was almost too much. He
ached to touch the little kitten, hold him close and tight while he rutted up
against him. Hearing those words out of his mouth, it was enough to give Mr.
Small a shot of courage.
His hand shaking, he placed a palm over Gumball's stomach, taking a dizzy
moment to just feel the warmth of his belly through his sweater. When he just
kept rocking, Small ran his hand over his front, giving him a sort of belly rub
almost. Still there was no reaction, to repulsion and so he moved his hand down
to Gumball's sweater hem. Mr. Small's only regret about having the kitten in
his lap - aside from from the entire crazy situation being terrifyingly sexy -
was that he couldn't look down and see how Gumball's own lap was doing.
So instead of reaching down to the cat's pants, he dipped his fingers under the
sweater and ran his hand over his stomach. Small heard himself release a
strangled whining whimper, a desperate sound of disbelief and relief at getting
to touch his crush like this. Getting to touch this little kitten, this twelve-
year-old, getting to run his hands over his soft, downy fur. It made his eyes
roll in delight. His other hand joined the first, his wrists pushing the
sweater up as he pressed his fingers firmly against Gumball's fur, giving him
sensual pats.
The boy was rocking even more, more like bouncing in his lap, now. He was he
was letting out shaky whimpers and strangled, desperate moans that wrenched
themselves from his throat as he tried to trap them there. Mr. Small realised
with a start, that Gumball was not just bouncing up and down on him but was
also rocking up against his own hands, rubbing his crotch against himself. Mr.
Small moaned lowly at the fact, the image of Gumball rubbing himself off etched
into his brain, an image that would surely come back to haunt him in his
nights.
He felt a bump interrupting the soft fur that he was petting and realised he'd
found Gumball's nipples. He brushed over it and Gumball jolted in his lap,
letting out a pleasured gasp. His other hand moved up to brush against his
nipples along the other side of his chest and Gumball gasped again, this time
one hand coming up from between his legs to flail and grasp at Mr. Small's
thigh. He brushed against them more and felt Gumball's paw press into his thigh
and then felt the needle-sharp pricks of the boy's claws poking through his
pants.
Touching Gumball was better than he could have ever guessed - better than any
of his dreams or fantasies. Feeling the kitten under him and, more to the
point, feeling how he reacted and hearing how he reacted... It made Mr. Small's
head spin with arousal. He never new a mere meow could get him like this, but
the high-pitched mewling moans that Gumball was making was making his cock
fatten and harden even more than it already was. He'd seen videos of how cats
often had sex with each other - hearing Gumball make those desperate, pleading
mews made him want to hold him down by the scruff and press his cock inside his
eighth-grader body.
But, oh, even just thinking it. He shouldn't be doing this. No matter that it
was Gumball that came onto him. He was sure - he made absolute sure to never be
inappropriate with any child. Especially not the ones in his school. He would
loose his job, loose his few friends, loose his house, be run out of town.
Worse than all that he'd be hurting them. He'd ruin them. This was so bad for
any child - he'd drilled that into his fluff. This couldn't happen. Except it
was and it wasn't even his fault! A child being accidentally sexy was one thing
but this - this! - was Gumball's fault.
With a deep groan he pulled Gumball back against his chest, holding him close,
and nuzzled his face into the kitten's neck. He licked languidly at the blue
fur there and then opened his jaw so as to press his teeth against Gumball's
neck. He wanted to bite the preteen's scruff so badly...
 
"Ah, this i-isn't right, Gumball."
 
He pressed his teeth harder, then pulled back and kissed over the spot like he
was kissing it better or something. He pressed his lips firmly into the little
kitten's neck, trying to kiss away his conflicted feelings.
 
"You know this is v-very wrong. Ahh.. This isn't good for your mental well
being. You'll be all out of a-a-lignment. This- Oooo no this is so bad, so
unhealthy."
 
He retracted one hand from Gumball's chest and brought it up across his neck to
gently stretch the small expanse of the kitten's neck out, making for better
access. He kissed feverishly, muttering in between the impassioned press of his
lips;
 
"Gumball.. This is so wrong. This is toxic. Oh Mother Earth, I'm s-sorry. I-
oooh! This is so, so bad..."
 
And then he couldn't even kiss the boy part of the time, gasps of pleasure
cutting off the motion of his lips before they managed to pucker against the
soft blue fur. His hand trailed up Gumball's head until he was absently
scratching behind one of the kitten's ears, while still patting his chest and
belly, rubbing against his nipples as he did so and dancing his lips along the
long stretch of Gumball's bent neck. Of course Small was still rocking into his
movements, loosing himself more and more as the kitten went on, every mewl and
moan and whimper from the boy's mouth just further fuelling his desires.
Gumball gave a choked sound and shivered in his lap, going quiet as his claws
sunk into Mr. Small's leg and he shuddered in his so-called lap. His head
dropped suddenly as he stopped shivering, though he continued to rock seemingly
on automatic. It hit Mr. Small like a sledgehammer what had just happened -
Gumball had actually cum! He'd creamed his pants, made a mess of his underwear
just like some- some- Well exactly like some preteen. Exactly like someone his
age.
Mr. Small gave him a squeeze, letting out a heartfelt whine. He couldn't stand
it. His crush rubbing one out right on his leg? Right against his dick? This
wasn't fair. This was completely unfair. Why couldn't he be a little unfair
right back?
His hand slide down the side of Gumball's face, gently patting as he reached
for one of his paws. He guided it towards the bulge in his flares that was now
sticking up proud and gross and strong just in front of Gumball's own crotch.
And presumably softening erection. Mr. Small shivered at that last thought. He
pressed the kitten's fingers around the hard, hot shape.
 
"That wa-was nice for you, wasn't it? Now you should be doing something nice
for me. That's how karma works. You can't get something nice without giving
back."
 
Gumball merely panted in response, his paw squirming under Small's palm. He
switched tact;
 
"Please , Gumball! It's hurting.. Please touch me; make me feel good like you
felt good?"
 
Gumball heaved a breath, still shaking minutely from the feeling that had just
coursed through his body and out his little prick. He was pretty sure that was
what ejaculation was and wow did the puberty educational books undersell it! He
could feel Mr. Small still pressing against him, with his hands and more
intensely with his cock.
Eyes blinking wide - trying to clear the drowsy, bleary feeling out of his them
- he moved his paw from under Mr. Small's hand up to the fly of the man's
pants. He brought his other paw up to help and managed to unbutton and tug down
the teacher's fly. With a brief hesitation, a flash of disbelief that he was
about to do something so weird and amazing and gross, he reached under the
man's briefs and pulled out his cock.
It was surprisingly pink, peachy coloured skin instead of the fluff that
covered every other inch of the teacher's body. It was straining hard and
slightly slick with what was probably (hopefully?) sweat. Gumball warily put
his paws on the cock and Mr. Small's hand guided him up and down the length
until he got the hang of it. He used both paws, only their combined length
could wrap around the cock, and rubbed. He thought the pads of his paws with
catch or be too rough, but even when he felt his paws scrape a bit the only
response was Mr. Small cooing in a pleased manner.
Having Mr. Small's dick standing up between Gumball's own legs almost gave the
illusion of Gumball having this big, pink dick. Like he was just masturbating
himself and not... And not seducing and fucking his hippie teacher in a-
 
Oh no I really hope that door is locked!
 
Totally locked classroom. He was a bit distracted by Mr. Small hugging him
close, holding him tight his back to the man's taller chest, but otherwise he
could maintain this fantasy. It was almost hot, watching himself jack off this
out-of-proportionately large cock between his legs. He could feel it throb and
twitch against his crotch and found himself rocking his hips forward as he
rubbed his hands don the pink cock as if he was thrusting himself into his
paws. He could hear the combined panting of him and Mr. Small, could still hear
Mr. Small muttering things about how this was so incredibly messed up and
little pleas for him to keep going. Embarrassingly he could hear himself
mewling a bit again, the friction and the mere act of masturbating his teacher
by-passing his head and going straight to his groin in his post-orgasmic haze.
Then Mr. Small's fingers dug into his ribs and practically squeezed the breath
out of him, thrusting frantically up into his paws. The man stilled, his pelvis
jolting as his cock jerked in Gumball's hand and a heavy stream of cum
overflowed out of Mr. Small's cock. It spurted out over Gumball's paws, soaking
into his fur. Once his cock stopped cumming, Mr. Small gave the kitten one last
squeeze and then removed his arms from under the boy's sweater, moving them
behind him so he could lean back and try to catch his breath. Gumball looked at
his messed up paws, looked around for a way to clean them and finally just
ended up trying to wipe them on one leg of Mr. Small's pants. Serves him right
for coming all over his paws.
For a moment the two sat there like that with Gumball in Mr. Small's dishevled
lap, both of them exhausted and thanking their respective beliefs for the fan
directly above them. Then the high began to wear off, the orgasmic bliss
draining away and the reality sunk in.
 
Ooooo no. Ooooo may Mother Nature ever forgive me.
 
He couldn't believe he'd just done that. What he'd done was unforgivable. It
was horrible. Gumball didn't deserve that. And he was going to tell and it
would be all over and his life would be ruined and he'd have to work some soul-
sucking corporate desk job that didn't even separate their recycling !! Mr.
Small stared at the wall opposite, contemplating how his world was about to
unravel.
Meanwhile, Gumball clambered out of the internally-panicking man's lap, an gave
him an awkward, stilted, pat on the knee.
 
"So, uh. Anyways~"
 
He stood up, automatically straightening up his clothes, and then started to
back away towards the door.
 
"So... I'm just. Gonna.." he pointing his thumbs over his shoulder, indicating
the door. He made a smacking-popping sound with his mouth, "Y'know. Go."
 
And he spun on his heel and reached up to take the doorknob. He'd done it, he'd
actually done it! He'd seduced Mr. Small into silence, enough that the man was
just letting him walk right out of here! However he'd felt at the time bad
or... good. It had all worked out in the end.
Quietly, from where Mr. Small still sat, unmoving, the man quietly uttered to
the room;
 
"I think we need another appointment."
 
Gumball snapped his fingers with a scowl;
 
"Ohhh shoot!"
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