Blown By This Handsome Sentient Bubblegum Who Is Also A Successful Landscape Architect

 Frank Borpins is thrilled that his yard will be designed by the famous landscape architect, Jimmy Gumbo. Jimmy is one of the best in the world, a sentient stick of gum who sometimes makes time for smaller residential projects.

Unfortunately, their first meeting goes sideways when it’s discovered there’s been a double booking with the gay T-rex lawyers at Jurassic Law. What’s worse, the model for their new dinosaur office has been broken!

Will some quick thinking from Frank save the day and lead to a sizzling erotic encounter between himself and the handsome sentient bubblegum? Or is this hot gay love affair designed for failure?

This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling human on gay stick of gum action, including blowjobs, rough sex, and bubblegum love.

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BLOWN BY THIS HANDSOME SENTIENT BUBBLEGUM WHO IS ALSO A SUCCESSFUL LANDSCAPE ARCHITECT

By Chuck Tingle

I arrive at the office twenty minutes early, which might seem like a lot, but in this particular case I think being extra punctual is warranted. The fact that Gumbo Landscaping is even willing to see me is a massive win, something I honestly never thought possible, and I’m not about to go messing that up. If showing up fifteen minutes early is a sign of respect, then I’ve already got the standard beat by five.

It might seem a little strange to get this excited about a landscaping consultation, but Jimmy Gumbo is the best landscape architect in the county, maybe even the world. At this point in his career, he certainly doesn’t need to be discussing homes as humble as my own, but the guy has made it a point to never stop doing these smaller projects. Even at the height of his fame, Jimmy has a strict rule about doing one small residential design for every ten larger proposals.

These days, his typical fare is multi-million dollar houses and notable public works, such as new libraries or concert halls. His style is very specific, notable enough that people will come from miles around just to take a look at his incredible outdoor features.

Keep in mind, Jimmy Gumbo is a landscape architect, meaning he’s not even touching the building itself. I bring this up not to disparage his work, but to emphasize just how good it is. He’s reached an undeniable celebrity status, and it’s all based on specifically outdoor construction.

As if to emphasize this point, I’m greeted by some of the most incredible garden design I’ve ever seen as I make my way towards the office building. This section between the parking lot and my destination is a perfect example of what Jimmy’s mind is capable of, a perfect amalgamation of thoughtful organization and natural, organic flow.

The path I walk is made up of several large concrete slabs, each one of them cut with a distinct variation in size. Between these slabs is an ocean of white pebbles, which extend out around me to fill the space.

Massive plants spring up from these rocks, similar to the aloes I’ve seen many times before, but not quite. Instead of the usual green spikes, this particular flora features a brilliant red coloration. This gives this landscape an almost surreal quality.

At one point, a beautiful snaking river of crystal blue water snakes its way through the scene, weaving past me as it trickles between the stone slabs. It’s breathtaking, and the thought that my own home might soon take on some of these features is truly mind-blowing.

I soon arrive at the office itself, a small building surrounded by this incredible outdoor space. I’m logically aware this structure is impressive in its own right, likely designed by one of Mr. Gumbo’s esteemed friends, but in my personal option it barely holds a candle to the layout that surrounds it.

I stroll up to the front door and pull it open, greeted by a light blue triceratops who stands to greet me.

“Frank Borpins?” she asks.
I nod. “Hi there, thank you so much for having me!”
“Welcome, Mr. Borpins,” she continues. “Jimmy will be right with you, but

if you’d like, you can head on into his office and take a look at what he’s been working on.”

“Oh, sure!” I reply, trying my best to stay calm but having a little trouble hiding my excitement.

The triceratops motions to a set of enormous double doors on the far side of the lobby, coaxing me onward.

I forward, pushing through and finding myself in a large meeting room. There’s a long table that extends down the middle of this space, several chairs lining either side. This arrangement serves as a reminder of the clients that Jimmy Gumbo usually has, people working with entire teams of developers to craft the perfect aesthetic. I’m trying my best not to feel like a fish out of water, and the secretary’s greeting was kind enough to provide a slight bit of ease, but at this point there’s no denying just how anxious I am.

Fortunately, this feeling doesn’t have long to sink in. My eyes are immediately draw to something that rests at the center of the table, a sight the immediately causes my breath to catch in my throat. A beautiful miniature of my proposed landscaping has been constructed and placed here, laid out in vivid detail that nearly brings a tear to my eyes.

Mr. Gumbo’s work is best experienced in an immersive way, actually walking through his incredible landscapes in a direct, first-hand experience. However, seeing these designs from above also offers its own unique understanding, a clarity that shows off the pristine cleanliness of Jimmy Gumbo’s designs. Seeing every piece laid out like this lets you really get a sense of the patterns.

I walk over, getting as close as I can to this incredible model. I can see now that not everything I asked for is included in his design, and a few unique features have been added.

That’s to be expected, of course. When it was revealed that Jimmy Gumbo would take on my project, I was asked for a few photos of my yard and a written explanation of what I was looking for. I was thorough in these tasks, but I also never expected Mr. Gumbo to simply follow my suggestions to the letter. He’s the artist here, not me, and an exact copy of what I dreamed up would likely leave me slightly disappointed. These services are not cheap, even with my substantial discount, and I can only imagine what it would feel like to see my own exact design staring back at me.

Still, some of these changes are significant. I’d certainly never mentioned a water feature in my personal request, but this model sports a large pond at the west end of the structure. There’s also a much larger parking section than I anticipated, but I suppose that could be helpful when I have guests over for dinner.

The strangest thing about this model, however, lies more in my unfamiliarity with this process than anything else. I’ve never had a famous landscape architect work on my yard before, so discovering that a tiny little home is not included in the model probably shouldn’t surprise me, but it does. Instead of my house, there’s a large, empty area that’s waiting to be filled in.

I try my best to ignore this. Instead of focusing too much on what bothers me about this model, I shift my attention to the things I like. The little pond is particularly interesting, especially because it has an interesting marble sculpture rising up from the middle of the water. I lean down so that the sculpture is level with my eye, trying to get a good look at this design and figure out exactly what’s being depicted here.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that sculpture is of a velociraptor in a suit.

I reach out, my hand moving before my mind can tell it to stop. This motion is purely instinctual, a manifestation of my curiosity that springs forth in a wholly unexpected way. It’s not as though feeling this part of the miniature will allow me to see it any better, but for some reason this logic has no effect on the actions of my body.

The second my fingers touch the model I hear soft, brittle crack, the tiny dinosaur sculpture breaking off and tumbling across the fake water that surrounds it.

My eyes go wide. “Oh my God,” I blurt.

I reach down and pick up the piece, desperately struggling to set it back up in its original position but failing miserably. Every time I think I’ve settled the little sculpture into position it just falls over again, clearly in need of a deeper repair that I simply can’t provide.

“Fuck,” I sigh, shaking my head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I jump suddenly as the door opens behind me, tucking the broken piece into my pocket and then spinning around.

Jimmy Gumbo floats into the room, the handsome landscape architect immediately taking my breath away with his confident, suave demeanor. He’s wrapped up in ornate packaging, ready for business. The smiles when he sees me, but there’s an undeniable intensity to his stride, as though he’s seconds away from the most important meeting of his life.

“Hey there,” Jimmy states, hardly slowing down has he drops his briefcase onto the table and pops it open. “You much be the architect! Nice to finally meet

you.”
I laugh. “Well, you’re the architect here.”
The sentient bubblegum chuckles, shaking his head as he begins to pull out

some papers and lay them on the table before him. I hesitate, not entirely sure what to say. Eventually, Jimmy glances up and notices that I’m clearly operating on a different wavelength. He furrows his brow.

“Don’t you have anything to prep?” he questions.

“Well, no,” I reply. “I mean, I already sent everything over, so I figured I’d just let you take the lead with this. I don’t have your experience with this kind of thing.”

“You sent everything over?” Jimmy repeats back, still concerned. “Does my secretary have it? We’ve only got a few minutes before the meeting.”

“I don’t—I’m not sure,” I stammer. “What exactly are we talking about here?”

“Your half of the project,” Jimmy Gumbo replies, genuinely starting to panic. “You sent it over already?”

“I guess.”

The sentient stick of bubblegum straightens up and then lets out a booming cry. “Amanda!”

Seconds later the triceratops secretary comes barreling through the double doors.

“Did you get Kort Grimmel’s proposal for the structure? He says he already sent it.”

“What structure?” the secretary asks.

I can’t help but jump in with a repetition of my own. “Yeah! What’s structure?”

The living bubblegum throws his hands up. “For the new T-Rex law firm building! The big office project for Jurassic Law!”

The secretary and I freeze, exchanging glances. Slowly, her expression begins shifting to one of absolute horror. “Um... I’m sorry Mr. Gumbo,” she finally admits. “I think I double booked. This is Frank Borpins with the residential project.”

“The what?” he erupts. “That’s not until tomorrow!”

The sound of slamming car doors suddenly catches our attention, this muffled cacophony ringing out from the parking lot. The three of us run over and peer out through the lobby, discovering that a group of T-rexes have arrived. They’re all clad in dark suits, with sunglasses positioned atop their large, scaly snouts.

“Oh fuck,” Jimmy exclaims. “That’s the gay T-rex law firm. Amanda, you go out there and buy me some time. I’ve gotta get this presentation ready and it’s

gotta be perfect. You know how precise they are.”
Amanda nods, then hurries out into the lobby.
“I’m so sorry,” Jimmy continues, a grave sincerity on his face as he turns to

address me. “I’m very excited about your home and the plans I’ve been working on, but we’ll have to do it another time. These T-rexes are... very specific. My presentation has to go perfectly.”

I know time is limited, but I can’t help the question that bubbles into my head. My curiosity gets the better of me.

“I’m sorry, but why do you need to impress anyone?” I question. “You’re one of the best landscape architects in the world. You’re clearly not hurting for money, because you can afford to take on smaller projects like mine.”

“The only reason I can do smaller work for almost no money is because I land big deals like this,” Jimmy explains. “If I can do one massive job then I can manage twelve smaller projects at cost. I use these funds for projects like yours, or to take on charity gigs, but that stuff is only possible if-”

Our conversation is interrupted but an eruption of boisterous chatter from the other room. The T-rex layers have made their entrance, but Amanda is doing a valiant job of slowing them down.

“How much do the details really matter?” I question.

Jimmy Gumbo just shakes his head, dismissing me. “I’m sorry, I don’t have time.”

Reluctantly, I reach into my pocket and pull out the broken statue, quietly holding it up until the sentient bubblegum notices. The second that Jimmy catches what I’m holding he freezes in place, overwhelmed with panic.

“I think I broke your model,” I admit.

I fully expect Jimmy Gumbo to flip out at this point, and if he did I wouldn’t blame him. The double booking was not my fault, but messing around with his miniature display was a very specific action that I didn’t have to take.

Instead, he becomes laser focused. The sentient bubblegum springs into action, taking the broken piece and hurrying over to his model. He sets the tiny piece into its groove just like I did moments earlier, but his results are the same as mine. The tiny statue keeps falling over, clattering across the fake model pond.

“I just need something sticky,” he murmurs to himself.
“You do have something sticky,” I retort. “You’re made of gum.” Jimmy’s eyes immediately widen. He reaches up and pulls off small pink

chunk of his body, handing it over to me. “Chew,” he commands. “I don’t have saliva glands, but you do.”

I don’t hesitate, immediately chomping down on this part of my companion. The stick quickly begin to dissolve and shift, transforming into a soggy ball that I spit out and hand over.

The sentient bubblegum places his broken statue into its correct position just as the large double doors behind us open, a whole team of T-rex lawyers strolling in. The prehistoric creatures are all business, taking their seats with little fanfare as the lead dinosaur positions himself at the head of the table. Among the whole team there’s only one human, but he appears just as ferocious as the others.

“Mr. Gumbo, we’re here for the presentation, let’s not dilly-dally,” the lead T-rex booms. “Unless... you’re not prepared? We can take our business elsewhere if need be.”

“I’m prepared,” Jimmy retorts confidently. “Thank you for coming Tyson.”

The T-rex gazes past him, looking at the model. “I see the landscaping is finished, but where’s the fucking building?”

I clear my throat, then hesitate as two distinct paths emerge before me. I can’t be sure of what either road holds, but I do know the direction my heart is pulling.

“Oh... uh. It exists on another timeline,” I finally blurt.
Tyson furrows his brow. “And you’re the structural architect I presume?” “That’s right,” I reply, more firm in my convictions this time.
The T-rex seems annoyed by my response, but he doesn’t dismiss me

outright. Instead, he slowly walks over to inspect the model. The dinosaur leans down, getting a closer look at the statue that now stands upright thanks to the bubblegum at its base. He moves along the miniature, examining closely, then abruptly stands back up.

“What’s the point of placing our office on another timeline?” he asks.

“Security,” I reply. “You have all kinds of sensitive documents, but if you keep them located on another layer of reality, nobody can get to them.”

The dinosaur nods along, thinking. “I suppose that makes since,” Tyson says, then loudly claps his clawed hands. This prompts whole legal team to stand up. “Alright, let’s go.”

“Wait,” Jimmy Gumbo cries out, confused. “That’s it? You accept the proposal?”

As the dinosaurs file out though the door their leader turns back to us, a stern expression on his face. “Yes, we accept,” he confirms. “After your entire species is nearly annihilated by an asteroid, you tend to stop wasting any time. I like what I see, so I accept the proposal. Meeting adjourned.”

Seconds later, the dinosaurs are gone.

Jimmy turns to me with a look of enthusiastic relief on his face. “We did it!” he shouts. The sentient bubblegum wraps his arms around me, pulling me close in a mighty hug.

We embrace like this for a long time, slightly longer than I expected, until finally Jimmy pulls back.

“Thank you so much,” he gushes. “That was some quick thinking. How can I ever repay you?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” I assure him, waving away his concerns. “It was your idea, too! I would’ve never thought to blow you.”

The two of us freeze, the space between us now sizzling with erotic tension.

“I mean, chew you,” I correct. “I don’t know why I said blow. Like, you’re gum, but I didn’t blow you... that’s gross... I mean, not gross. I mean, I would blow you if... fuck.”

Finally, Jimmy cracks a smile. “You would blow me?” he asks.

My heart is slamming within my chest now, galloping like an out of control steed. I feel as though I could pass out any second, but instead of letting myself become overwhelmed by these emotions, I push through them.

I seize the moment.

I step towards the sentient bubblegum and he meets me halfway, kissing me deeply on the lips as the two of us embrace. In this moment all the tension between us melts away, all that pent up energy transforming into a vibrant, passionate eruption.

My hands immediately get to work exploring the sentient bubblegum’s body as he explores mine in return. He tears away my clothing piece by piece, gradually stripping me down and exposing my skin to the cool air. I unwrap him in turn, slowly peeling back the paper that surrounds his chewy frame and then the thin, reflective layer of foil underneath.

The living gum shivers as I remove this final barrier away. I glance down to see that a massive cock is slowly emerging from his form, growing larger and larger until it’s jutting out from his oblong body like a glorious pink rocket.

I begin to slowly lower my attention, my curious hands drifting lower and lower across Jimmy Gumbo’s perfectly sculpted, oblong form. I start at his shoulders and chest, then creep my way across his abs and hover at the border of his waistline. It’s here that my fingers drift back and forth a bit, allowing the tension to build as he pushes his hips against me.

Finally, I reach down a wrap my fingers around the bubblegum’s rock hard cock, noting the way his body reacts to my touch. A blissed out sigh falls from Jimmy’s lips as he pushes back against me, rocking in time with the slow, steady movements of my hand. We move together like this, the rhythm slowly gaining speed until I’m beating him off at a confident pace.

The craving is just too much now. I drop down to my knees before the handsome bubblegum and lick his shaft from balls to tip, slowly dragging my tongue across his length. I savor his classic, sugary taste, that unforgettable sweetness sizzling across my tastebuds. I haven’t had chewing gum for a while, but I’ll never forget that flavor.

Ravenous for more, I open wide and take Jimmy Gumbo’s cock between my lips, bobbing my head up and down across his length. I move at the same pace as my hands that came before, our bodies quickly falling into sync with one another.

“Oh fuck, just like that,” the living bubblegum groans above me.

I cradle his balls as I work him with my mouth, giving it everything I’ve got, then eventually pull back and recenter myself. I take a moment to catch my breath, then dive back in. This time, however, I refuse to pull back, taking Jimmy’s rod deeper and deeper into my gullet. The handsome stuck of gum slides all the way down my throat, slipping well past the expected limits of my gag reflex and then finally coming to rest as my face meets Jimmy’s abs.

I hold like this for as long as I possibly can, showing off my oral skills in this incredible deep throat maneuver.

The longer I stay like this, however, the more I can feel a strange craving building up inside me. For all the sexual wants and needs that are currently being serviced, my taste buds and stomach are feeling neglected. Jimmy Gumbo’s taste is so incredible that it’s hard to focus on anything else.

I can feel my mouth closing down, my teeth putting the slightest bit of pressure on the living bubblegum’ soft skin, but the second this happens I pull back and release his rod with a frantic gasp.

“I’m so sorry,” I blurt, shaking my head profusely. “I was trying to keep my mouth open and-”

“It’s okay,” Jimmy interrupts, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “I want you to do it.”

“You want me to... chew you?” I question.

The sentient gum shakes his head. “I want you to blow me—to really blow me.”

“Are you sure?” I question. “Will you be okay?”

Jimmy nods. The living gum reaches down and sticks his fingers in my mouth, slipping them deeper and deeper. “Go ahead,” he suggests.

I finally force myself to bite down, chewing through his bubblegum body. The taste is even better now, no longer just licking the surface but actually enjoying this gloriously flavored gum. I chew until his fingers have become a pink mush, then begin to work my way up his arm, slowly consuming my lover.

“Yes! Just like that!” Jimmy offers encouragingly, watching is I bite off more and more of his chewy body. The sentient stick of gum begins to help me along, tearing away huge chucks of himself and then feverishly thrusting them towards me, begging me to take on more and more.

My mouth is full of the sugary sweetness, packed to the brim with Jimmy’s rapidly transforming frame. It’s not long before he’s held entirely within my chomping teeth.

“Now, blow me,” Jimmy commands.
“I already did.”
“Blow me,” he repeats.
This time Jimmy’s emphasis does the trick.
I collect all the gum at the front of my mouth, positioning it just right and

then breathing out into the pink substance. A bubble begins to form, slowly growing as his malleable body begins to stretch and contort. He grows bigger and bigger, larger than any bubblegum I’ve ever seen. Eventually, he’s become so large that he surrounds my entire body.

“Whoa!” I blurt, losing my balance as the bubble starts to float. I manage to stay upright, but the gum falls out of my mouth as we lift off the ground.

“Over there!” Jimmy cries, his voice erupting from all around me. I can see a rudimentary appendage emerge from the outer side of the bubble, motioning me towards a nearby window that’s been left open.

Using the weight of my body, I somehow manage to direct this floating sphere towards the opening. We barely slip through, and soon enough we’re floating up into the blue sky above. I look down and see the garden getting smaller and smaller.

“Want me to blown you?” Jimmy asks mischievously.
“Of course.”
A set of lips suddenly emerges from within the bubble, stretching away from

the side of the orb and opening wide as it arrives at my swollen cock. I let out a soft whimper as Jimmy wraps around me, his pink mouth fully consuming my shaft.

The lips begin to move up and down my cock, slowly at first and then gaining speed as the two of us fall into a confident rhythm. I can tell that he senses my pleasure, his movements reacting to the subtle push and pull of our bodies as they move together.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I start to murmur, repeating these words over and over again.

The orgasmic warmth builds within me. This glorious sensation starts at the pit of my stomach and then spills out across my arms and legs, filling me up with its potent warmth. I begin to tremble and quake, vibrating with erotic tension until finally it’s just too much for my body to contain. I throw my head back and let out an unbridled howl, completely overwhelmed as jizz erupts from the head of my shaft.

Jimmy Gumbo keeps diligently pumping away, swallowing every ounce of my seed until I’m completely drained. I fall back within the bubble, the sentient bubblegum finally releasing my shaft. I lay here against the subtle curve of his giant floating form, struggling to catch my breath.

“That was amazing,” I gush.

“It was,” the living bubblegum confirms. “You’re a hell of a partner. You ever consider becoming an assistant for a landscape architect?”

I gaze down at the city below, now drifting high above the rooftops. From here, everything takes on a strange new pattern, the structures and designs repeating themselves in ways you would’ve never noticed on the ground. I recall getting this sensation when I observed Jimmy’s model, and it suddenly strikes me that maybe I do have a knack for this kind of thing.

“Yeah,” I reply, settling in for this unexpected journey. “Let’s give it a shot.”