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Russell wasn't quite sure what he was doing all laid out on Gamby's recliner in his Timbuktu cabin. Not sure why he let Gamby chauffeur him to his physical therapist every week even though he was perfectly capable of driving at this point. Not sure why he hung out for a while instead of insisting he go straight home afterward.
He chewed on his painkillers like candy, letting the little bits dissolve on his tongue like Pop Rocks. Gamby would sit there and work on his stupid principal responsibilities at the counter like a fucking prig. Like he was bragging. Even wore the same clothes. Over and over. On repeat. Clip on ties and all, no shame whatsoever. At least it was some loser middle school, Russell would remind himself.
The orange bottle was swiped out of his grasp by Gamby, closing and throwing it aside, just a few pills rattling. "Wow, how many of those have you had?" Russell glared at him before looking around for the bottle. "I'm in pain, you nitwit." Which he wasn't. Not really. Just liked the way they made him feel.
Gamby pushed him, almost shoving him completely off the recliner and sat next to him. Russell groaned in complaint, moving himself onto the armrest instead, hanging half his body off the recliner so he could feel around for the meds.
Gamby was pretty tired of Russell being a ingrate little cunt, snobbing around like he owned the place. But, Russell did care for him when he got shot. In his usual way, not like he was some tender hearted human being capable of authentic feelings, of course. He dumped him out of his wheelchair for God's sake. But, that's to be expected. And Gamby did give him attitude. Mostly because he hated depending on others. Maybe they both did.
Rain pattered on the roof of the cabin, smaller drops bouncing off the windows. And that was the excuse Russell utilized to linger around this time. The first time, it was for old time's sake. Last time, it was for lunch. And the time before, it was to thank Snodgrass for helping him and congratulate her on the book sales. Although they couldn't stand each other. But, he had to be cordial or he wouldn't be able to hang out with Gamby. Small price to pay but it was strange how much he'd do just to keep his place in Gamby's life.
Russell finally found the pills and noticed how Gamby was staring at him from the corner of his eye, lusting after the way his back arched and ass stuck out. Perfect timing. "By the way, I wasn't talkin' 'bout my pants, mister fuckin' principal." He laid the bottle down where he'd remember it, planning on a new course of action now.
As soon as he said that, Gamby remembered that dreadful IOU. It really did beg the question: can Russell read minds? While thinking on that, he also realized how small Russell really is, stick legs and itty bitty wrists. He'd been noticing little things about him since that favor. Especially his hips -- but nevermind all that -- back to the matter at hand.
"Right. Yeah. I knew that. 'Course I did. I remember."
Today was the PTA meetings at North Jackson and Gale offered to attend this one. So, neither Amanda or Janelle would be able to drop by unannounced. And maybe this was what Russell was sticking around for; his retribution in full.
"So?" He laid on his side, trying to pose like some sort of seductress. "Wha'cha gon' do 'bout it?" His fingers tapped on the material. "Hm?"
Gamby wasn't wrong at all when he threw all those tacks at him and said he likes to think about his dick. He does. Has many times, long before and long after that favor. Russell could blame that night on the alcohol but there wasn't even that much left in the flask at that point. Drank most of it in the morning before heading to the school.
"Well, uh, what do you want me to do?"
Testing the waters, Russell kicked his shoes off, climbed on top of him and swung his legs over, looking down at him with a smug smile stretched across his face. His devious eyes took in Gamby's frame, how he was exactly what he fantasized about time and time again.
"Whatever you want."
Hesitantly, Gamby placed one hand on Russell's ass and using the other to pull down the elastic of Russell's sweatpants, along with his briefs. He took a deep breath and figured he'd just take the bull by the horns and get this shit over with, pulling them all the way down to his knees which were now flush with the cushion.
And Russell was already hard.
Of course he was.
Gamby got up on his elbows and guided Russell's tip to meet his tongue with his free hand. Russell giggled and whimpered. This wasn't what he expected at all. He actually wasn't quite sure what he expected. But this wasn't it. Not that he didn't want it, though. This'll do just fine.
Hands steadied on his shoulders, he started rocking his hips before Gamby was ready for anything more which caused him to spit him out, spluttering curses. "The fuck, asshole? Give me a minute, alright?!" He could hear breathy little begs from the man above, looking up to see him squirming. "Please... Don't stop." Russell looked powerless up there, which was pretty funny considering. Hot, too.
Now with a tent in his pants, he lowered his head back to Russell's cock, mouth open. Gamby figured all he had to do was whatever he'd want done to him. So he did just that, licking and sucking on his tip. flicking it too. Even peppered him with tiny kisses. Both his hands groped at Russell's not so prominent yet perky little ass cheeks.
Russell was moaning like a bitch in heat. He was usually the sucker, but being the on the receiving end was pure bliss. He wanted to move so bad, get Gamby to choke on him again but his hands held him tight. Needing to grip onto something, his hands held onto Gamby's forearms for dear life.
Once he felt confident enough to do so, Gamby took him in deeper, tongue exploring his base and shaft, hands gripping even harder at Russell's ass. Mindlessly, he stroked and slapped the now reddening cheeks. Russell yelped a few times in surprise but those sounds quickly turned into mousy moans.
Although it started uncomitted and lazy, Gamby finally began to put some effort in, really sucking Russell off like a straw. His hands went to Gamby's head, taking curls of his slicked back hair and gripping them in between his fingers, trying is absolute hardest to not burst into laughter due to Gamby's mustache tickling him.
Gamby was really starting to enjoy the taste of cock in his mouth. Which is something he'd never admit. So he pushed Russell to lay flat on the recliner, smooth, skinny legs wide open like a filthy harlot. Russell reached up his polo shirt to play with his nipple, pinching it with his fingers while Gamby pulled his sweatpants completely off while leaving his ankle socks on.
They gazed at one another, Gamby's scowl now turned into some nervous little smile and Russell was barely even able to form a sentence, little gasps escaping his mouth. In a sort of synchronized fashion, their lips met, very much akin to the first kiss they shared.
Russell toyed with the idea of Amanda coming in through that door and catching them in the act. It made his dick twitch, the thought of being the reason Gamby lost this woman he was so crazed with. Being so desirable that he'd keep fucking him even after Amanda left. And now he kind of wishes those meetings weren't in session today. But Gamby probably wouldn't be doing this if that was the case.
"Gamby..." He sighed. "How you doing? Good?" Gamby's hand cupped his face, Russell rubbing into it, purring like a kitten. "Mhm." He pressed his thumb up against Russell's lips before letting go. "Good."
He gently pet Gamby's hair as he lowered himself back down to his cock, dripping with pre-cum. But instead of taking Russell back into his mouth, he licked a long line from his tip all the way down to his hole, stopping just at the rim. "Ah, Gamby? What're yo -- ooh..." He threw his head back, pearly whites sinking into his pillowy bottom lip as Gamby ate him out like he had a cunt. Acted enough like one, so it wasn't too hard. And it's likely Gamby wouldn't ever contemplate doing this with anyone, even a hot chick. But this is Russell. And Russell is, well, Russell.
Russell held a hand over his own mouth, trying to quiet himself out of embarrassment. Now this, this is something he's never done before. And who knew that lame ass Gamby would be the one to take him out of his comfort zone and make it oh so fucking delectable. And, again, that mustache was not helping him keep his composure. At all.
That same hand that was once stroking Gamby's locks was now tugging at him like he could control him, pulling him in to make his tongue go deeper inside. His legs trembled around Gamby, every joint effeminatly poised and arched. His moist tongue would go in and out and trace the shape of his anus. And, damn, did he wish he could get a good view of that.
Russell suddenly felt four fingers and a thumb form a tight fist around his dick and hold it tight. Gamby's husky hands stroked him antagonizingly slow as he moved his tongue to his taint. He made love to it, sucking and kissing and lapping him up. And Russell was practically losing it, pleasurable sighs and groans spewing out of him uncontrollably, accompanied by the rain coming down harder on the roof.
While still jerking him off, Gamby sat up to see the disheveled state he made of Russell. The man looked dazed, sweat beading on his brow, face burgundy. Wanting to add more to it, he pulled himself out of his pants and masturbated. Russell gasped sharply at the sight, wanting so badly to jump on him and ride him hard. Gamby would jack himself off at a much faster rate than he would Russell, wanting the man to beg for the same.
Not too long after, Russell was yelling out while orgasming, Gamby grunting through his own. Once he finished, he left to get something to clean up.
Russell finally released his grip of the recliner, riding out the last bits of his orgasm that Gamby neglected to take care of. He basked in the perfection of the moment, rain still beating down, having had probably the best sex of his life. And that was without any penetration whatsoever. Also, he was still somewhat high off the pain meds, so maybe that added to it.
He got up, allowing Gamby to wash off their jizz once he came back to the room. "Just so you know..." Russell said while pulling his sweats up, "I was exaggeratin'. Don't get a big head." Then tucked his the shirt into his waistline.
"Is that so?" Gamby shut the recliner. "You should be an actor, then. Pornstar, even."
"Hm. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Russell smirked. "Fuck no. I only did all that shit because I owed you. I'm a man of my word. And now it's done." He lied, wiping up the last bit of sperm.
He placed a hand on Gamby's hip, whispering in his ear, "Well, you went above and beyond, big man." And scooped up the pill bottle off the floor. "...So I was good then, right? Russ?"
He escaped having to answer that when Gamby's phone started ringing. It was Amanda. Needless to say, he was a stuttering mess and Russell loved listening to him prattle at her during the car ride home.