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The Entire Continent Of Australia Pounds Me In The Butt - (Classic Tingler Revisited)
🕑 Added 2023-07-21 22:57:14 +0000 UTCDANG buckaroos it is so good to sit down for a moment and talk to my buds here on patreon way. it has been a whirlwind CAMP DAMASCUS book tour so far out here trotting around proving love is real. first night in CITY OF DEVILS went off without a dang hitch and i think a lot of love was proved.
all the big timers seem very excited about how camp damascus is selling, and i think that is good because that means there is a lot of reading going on and a lot of message being spread that LOVE IS REAL. so many buckaroos are resonating with the book in a very powerful emotional way and dang is that just the DANG TICKET
as autistic buckaroo and queer buckaroo myself i can finally breathe a sigh of relief as book trots out there onto this timeline. now i get to think 'okay i have created something that my community enjoys i have done the buckaroos right and buds are coming away from this book with singing hearts. it is offering catharsis and that is wonderful'
so now that i can RELAX a bit and enjoy the tour i get to think about visiting all these exciting places and enjoying this trot. FOR INSTANCE i am in san diego right now writing this from a deck looking at some water and there is a breeze and it is a WONDERFUL moment on this timeline. THATS TRAVEL BUD
anyway with all of these feelings about TRAVEL bubbling up inside my way i thought it would be a good time to post a tingler about travel for you buckaroos. please enjoy THE ENTIRE CONTINENT OF AUSTRALIA POUNDS ME IN THE BUTT. lets trot
Cherro hates flying, but at long last he’s made the effort to take off for a week in sunny Australia. Unfortunately, it’s not until the plane is about to land that they realize Australia is nowhere to be found, forcing Cherro and the other passengers to stop off in New Zealand for the day.
Cherro decides to spend his time on a tour of the shooting locations from Lord Of The Butts, one of his favorite film series, but can’t help noticing a mysterious stranger in dark sunglasses and a Perth Wildcats hat.
It soon becomes apparent that Australia is on vacation as well, but Cherro’s disappointment in this handsome sentient continent quickly transforms into arousal, culminating in a hardcore pounding down under!
This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sizzling human on gay sentient location action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, facials, and Australian continent love.
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THE ENTIRE CONTINENT OF AUSTRALIA POUNDS ME IN THE BUTT
By Chuck Tingle
I’m not frightened by many things, but flying gives me more anxiety than the trip is worth. Because of this, I rarely go on vacation; unless, of course, I’m close enough to drive.
However, every once in a while I manage to pull myself together just enough to board a big beautiful plane and make my way out into the world.
I know that my fear of flying is silly, and that air travel is, relatively speaking, one of the safest ways to get from here to there. I look around at the flight attendants and imagine how many trips they’ve been on in their career. None of them ever seem nervous or concerned, not worried that they’re testing the odds by spending so much time up in the sky.
But fear is rarely a logical emotion. Regardless of how much I tell myself things are going to be okay, there’s still a huge difference between knowing the truth of the matter and actually sensing it within your soul.
As I sit in my comfortable window seat, staring out at the endless blue ocean below, I realize now that every muscle within my body has been pulled tight for almost the entire duration of my journey. I’m so tense that it’s actually starting to hurt.
I take a deep breath and let it out, trying my best to calm down.
Relaxation, after all, is what got me on this plane in the first place. Like I said, my vacations are few and far between, but a friend of mine just got back from Australia and hasn’t stopped talking about how beautiful it was. After a full week of laying on the beach he seems like a changed man, and although the beaches are plenty nice back in Florida, where I’m from, the idea of being far, far away from my previous life sounded just too good to pass up.
Once we land, I’m turning off my phone, and it’s not coming back on until seven days have passed.
“This is your captain speaking, and we have a slight problem,” comes a voice over the cabin loudspeaker, causing my heart to skip a beat.
I glance over to the flight attendants, expecting those familiar calm expressions, but quickly find they also seem abnormally concerned. They’re chatting with one another in a hushed huddle.
“Oh my god,” I blurt, gripping the seat in front of me as I try my best to remain calm.
“If you look out the window to your left, you’ll see quite a bit of ocean down there,” explains the captain. “That’s not what we expected because, according to our charts, we should already be at our destination by now.”
Immediately, the entire plane gasps with audible astonishment.
“Now, I’ve made a few calls and it turns out Australia decided to take a vacation,” explains the pilot. “He typically lets us know if he’s not gonna be around, but it looks like this departure was a bit improtu.”
“What does that even mean?” one of the frustrated passengers calls out, their voice falling on deaf ears as the captain himself remains locked away in the cockpit.
“Now, unfortunately, because Australia is not here right now, we don’t have a place to land. We also don’t have enough fuel to turn around,” the captain continues. “So we’re gonna be stopping off for the night in New Zealand.”
“What the hell?” another one of the frustrated passengers cries out, throwing her hands up in anger. “This isn’t fair!”
“Now, we’re very sorry about all this,” the pilot continues. “We’ll be offering refunds for your tickets once we land in New Zealand. Your hotels this evening will also be paid for.”
I lean back into my seat and close my eyes tight. At least nothing potentially life threatening is going down, which was my initial thought, but this is still incredibly annoying. I’m sure New Zealand is a wonderful place to visit, but its hard to change course like this when all of your planning has been towards a week in Brisbane.
Trying my best to calm down, I continue with the breathing exercises I’d started earlier, counting the time between inhale and exhale as I struggle to push away the stress of the day.
“Everything’s gonna be okay,” I tell myself, mumbling the words out loud as though that will somehow make them more real.
I continue to soothe my mind like this for a good while, the minutes growing longer and longer and melting together until, suddenly, I’m jolted upright by our plane hitting the runway, fear surging through my body and then immediately quelling when I realize that we’re on solid ground.
Soon enough, we’ve taxied into our spot and the fasten seatbelt sign has turned off, causing the entire plane to erupt from their seats and being to process of grabbing baggage from overhead compartments. I packed light, and before I know it I’ve got my bag slung over my shoulder and I’m heading through the airport towards the nearest exit.
Because of the time difference, I’ve got a whole day ahead of me, and I didn’t fly all this way to just sit around. Who cares if Australia’s off on vacation somewhere? I’m here in New Zealand now, and I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna have a good time.
Of course, the biggest problem now is figuring out what to do with myself. I have no idea what’s around here, or how to find what I’m looking for. Sure, I’ve got directions to the hotel that I’ve been generously put up in, but that’s not quite the exploration I had in mind.
Thinking fast, I glance around and scan the many billboards that line this airport, hoping to find some kind of tour or activity that sparks my interest. Most of these adventures start right here, all-inclusive excursions that will entertain you for most of the day before dropping you off at your hotel in the evening.
Suddenly, my eye catches something, stopping me in my tracks. A smile makes its way across my face when I realize what I’m looking at.
One of my favorite movie trilogies, Lord Of The Butts, was filmed here in New Zealand, and apparently there’s a tour bus leaving in under an hour, which will take me around to all the best shooting locations.
This is the perfect way to spend my day.
“And over here, you’ll see the living tree that pounded Frobo Buttins up the butt,” explains our tour guide, motioning to his left as we stroll along an absolutely breathtaking forested hillside.
Even without the connections to Lord Of The Butts, this landscape is incredible, and worth the trip on its own.
Our tour group stops for a moment, gathered around in a circle as the guide places his hand on this large tree.
“As you can see, this is not an actual living tree,” explains our guide. “It was done with CGI and a voice actor, who was, in fact, a living tree.”
I’m trying my best to focus on the tour at hand, but I can’t help letting my eyes wander over to the mysterious man I noticed at the very beginning of the day. From the moment we boarded our bus he seemed out of place, clearly trying to avoid being noticed in his dark sunglasses and low sitting baseball cap with the words, Perth Wildcats, scribbled across the front.
Nobody else on the tour has seemed to pick up on the same thing that I have, which is starting to make me feel a bit crazy. I’ve tried to let it go, to just ignore this shadowy stranger and enjoy myself, but he’s just too strangely familiar to ignore.
I know that I’m miles and miles away from home, and none of this makes any sense, but in this moment I resolve to introduce myself and see what I can find out.
“And that’s how Frobo got all those wieners in his butt and then had the tree cum in him so hard that all the other wieners popped out,” says that tour guide, finally finishing up his story. “Let’s move on to the field where they climbed up into the giant’s butthole.”
The tour group begins our walk down the path once more, and I intentionally lag behind, finally falling into pace next to the man in the sunglasses.
“Hey, do I know you from somewhere?” I question.
The man in the sunglasses shakes his head, refusing to look up at me as he continues on his way.
“Because you seem really familiar,” I continue. “I mean, everyone else here is the size of a human being, at you’re absolutely enormous. You’re like a whole country… a continent even.”
Suddenly, I gasp.
“Australia?” I blurt.
Immediately, the man in the sunglasses grabs me by the arm and pulls me off of the path, the two of us disappearing from our group unnoticed.
Now deep in the trees, the mysterious stranger pulls of his hat and glasses to reveal that he is, in fact, Australia.
“What gave me away?” he questions.
I consider this for a moment. “Well, you’re enormous,” I finally explain, “and I guess the fact that I knew you weren’t out in the ocean like you should be.”
Australia cringes a bit when I say this. “They’re already talking about that, huh? Are people upset?”
“I am,” I blurt. “I wasn’t supposed to be here in New Zealand today. I was flying to Brisbane.”
“Aw shit,” Australia replies, shaking his head from side to side. “I’m sorry about that. I just… I know it was irresponsible, but I’ve always wanted to check out these sets from Lord Of The Butts. Everyone’s talking about them, you know?”
“I’m gonna be honest… I kinda thought New Zealand was part of Australia,” I reply with a laugh. “The continent, not the country.”
“Aw, yeah,” retorts Australia. “I get that sometimes. It’s a little confusing. Technically, New Zealand is part of an eighth submerged continent called Zealandia.”
I just stare are Australia blankly, not quite sure if he’s fucking with me or not.
“I’m serious,” the sentient continent insists. “Look it up.”
“So what islands make up Australia?” I continue. “The continent, not the country.”
“Australia, New Guinea, and Tasmania,” the living landmass explains.
“You’re right, this does get a little confusing,” I admit.
Australia shrugs. “What can you do?”
We stand in silence for a moment, neither of us quite sure what to say.
“I’m not gonna tell everyone you’re here,” I finally offer. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
Australia nods over my shoulder. “Looks like you couldn’t if you tried,” he replies. “The group is long gone.”
I turn to see that this living geographical location is right, our tour group has long since disappeared over the hills behind us.
“You wanna just walk around on our own?” Australia finally offers.
I laugh. “I guess after flying all that way it would be nice to actually spend some time with Australia.”
The continent chuckles as the two of us head back out to the trail, but instead of following the usual path, we veer off down the hillside to a place where our route becomes rocky and haphazard. We walk like this until the path below our feet gradually disappears, leaving us with nothing but open landscape.
During this time, I can’t help but notice just how rugged and muscular this living continent really is. His body is incredibly toned, perfected over years of wilderness activity. He’s clearly a little dangerous, filled with all kinds of snakes and spiders, but instead of scaring me away this only adds to the living location’s bad boy charm.
And don’t even get me started on that accent.
“I have to admit, I was pretty mad at you,” I finally tell Australia. “You know you can’t just disappear like that.”
“I know, I know,” he offers in return. “I’m gonna be honest, I’d had a few beers when I decided to leave.”
I can’t help laughing at this reply. “Really?”
Australia nods. “By the way, I never got your name.”
“Cherro Props,” I tell him.
The continent smiles. “That’s a nice name.”
Suddenly, the two of us emerge from the rocky crags to find ourselves gazing out at an incredible valley below, the landscape unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The sun is just about setting over the distant mountains, casting our entire view with an absolutely perfect cascade of golden lighting. It’s enough to take your breath away.
For a long while, Australia and I say nothing, just standing next to one another in complete silence as we appreciate the beauty before us.
Suddenly, I can feel something in my fingers. I glance down to see that Australia has taken my hand in his, a truly touching gesture that might seem a little forward if not for the immense weight of this moment we’re currently sharing.
I grip Australia’s hand tight and turn my attention towards him, gazing deep into his eyes.
“I’ve been wrestling with a lot these last few days,” Australia finally admits. “Coming to terms with my guilt about leaving. Wondering if this little vacation of mine was worth it.”
“And now?” I question.
“Now I know it was worth it,” Australia replies, “because I met you.”
Suddenly the two of us are kissing deeply, erupting in a moment of carnal passion. It happens so quickly that I’m not quite sure how to react, but after a few seconds my body relaxes and I give into the potent arousal that flows through me.
Soon enough, my hands begin to explore the topography of Australia, making my way along his golden coasts and then over the powerful openness of the outback. He’s incredibly fit, with a seemingly endless row of abs lining his stomach. Lower and lower my attention drifts, hesitating for a moment above the living continent’s midsection.
“This is crazy,” is all that I can think to say, murmuring the words under my breath.
“Is it?” Australia questions, the simplicity of his response making me smile.
I look down to see that an enormous dick has started to rise out of his blue, red and white form, extending farther and farther out until it’s fully erect. His member is impressive and beautiful, just begging for my touch.
Finally, I give into the temptation, wrapping my fingers tight around Australia’s rod and slowly pumping my hand up and down across his length.
Australia leans his head back and lets out a long, satisfied groan, reeling from the sensation of my fingers against his skin. Clearly he’s enjoying himself, and we’ve only just begun.
“You like that?” I coo into the sentient geographical landmasses’ ear.
Australia nods.
“Good,” I continue mischievously, then slowly drop down to my knees before him.
I’m now gazing up at the continent with a fire in my eyes, enthusiastically stroking his enormous dick as the pleasure spills out across his body. I continue like this for a good while, completely enraptured by the way my movement’s effect this handsome sentient location, before finally deciding to take things to the next level.
Without warning, I open my mouth wide and take Australia’s rock hard cock within, happily getting to work as I bob my head up and down his swollen rod. I start slowly at first, then gradually gain speed until I’m hammering myself onto Australia’s length. With one hand I reach up and cradle the sentient landmasses’ balls, only adding to the pleasure as he subtly rocks his hips against my movements.
Eventually, I pop Australia’s dick out of my mouth and then lick him from base to tip, dragging my tongue across the bottom of his rod in a single, sensual movement. When I reach the head of his cock I kiss it playfully, then open wide again to swallow Australia’s dick once more.
This time, however, I refuse to bob up and down. Instead of pulling back, I take the living locations shaft deeper and deeper into my gullet, relaxing enough to allow him passage past the limits of my gag reflex. Soon enough, my face is pressed up hard against Australia’s abs, his entire dick consumed in a breathtakingly executed deep throating.
Australia places his hands against the back of my head, holding me here for a good while as he savors this position of power. I’m loving this sensation, enjoying the way it feels to submit myself to such and enormous geographical location.
I stay like this for as long as I possibly can, but eventually I start to run out of air and am forced to pull back with a sputter and a gasp. Spit dangling from my lips, I struggle to collect myself, a newfound surge of carnal desire pumping through my veins.
Never before have I been this aroused. Never before have I wanted something with so much burning passion.
“I need you to put another shrimp in my barby,” I finally snarl.
Australia looks slightly confused. “What?”
“I said, I need you to put and other shrimp in my barby,” I repeat.
It takes a moment before the living location’s expression changes from one of confusion to understanding “Oh!” Australia finally blurts. “I get it now… we don’t really say that.”
“You don’t?” I question.
Australia shakes his head. “I mean, we barbeque shrimp, but that’s not really a catchphrase here or anything.”
“Oh…” I stammer. “Well, what do you say?”
Australia considers my words for a moment.
“How about fuck me? I offer with a confident snarl.
“That’ll work,” Australia replies.
I tear away the rest of my clothing and spin around on the ground, falling forward and crawling away from the well-hung landmass. I sway my hips from side to side as I move, showing off the goods and then finally reaching back to give one of my ass cheeks a playful slap.
I hold my butt open for Australia, allowing him to get a good look at what’s in store.
“What are you waiting for?” I coo.
Australia immediately seizes the moment, climbing down into position behind me and aligning his utterly enormous cock with the tightly puckered entrance of my backdoor. The sentient location teases me a bit with the head of his dick, pushing it against the rim of my anal seal and then pulling back at the last minute.
Australia does this a few times, the tension within me building and building until it feels as though I’m going to erupt like a volcano.
Finally, the living location has mercy and pushes forward with one deep, powerful swoop, driving deep into my asshole as a startled yelp escapes my throat. While I’d just taken Australia’s giant rod between my lips, I still wasn’t quite prepared for the sensation of his enormous shaft up my butt. I feel completely maxed out, stretched to my absolute limits by the living location’s giant member.
“Oh my fucking god,” I groan, still reeling as my eyes roll back into my head.
I grip my fingers tight into the dirt before me, bracing myself against Australia’s weight.
Fortunately, the sentient landmass is a patient lover, taking his time with me as I adjust to this anal insertion. For a good while, Australia doesn’t even move, the two of us held close as my body begins to adapt to his girth.
Gradually, the handsome continent begins to pump in and out of me, but his movements are slow and graceful, careful not to rush things.
Over this time, I can feel the sensations within my body begin to shift. What started as a potent discomfort gradually fades away, drifting off and revealing a simmering arousal underneath. Soon enough, the powerful ache has disappeared completely, replaced instead by the first hints of a mysterious prostate pleasure.
It’s not long before me and Australia have fallen into a confident rhythm with one another, the living landmass pumping away at me while I moan and groan below him.
“Just like that, just like that,” I start to repeat to myself over and over again, the words falling out of my mouth in a trancelike mantra as our speed elevates. Soon enough, Australia is absolutely hammering into me while the words continue to tumble out, only this time I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. “Just like that! Fuck me just like that!”
The sound of my voice cascades out across the glorious landscape below, echoing through the rocks. Everything about this moment is beautiful in a way that I can barely comprehend, a perfect instant that I never would’ve experienced had I stayed home and remained afraid.
Instead, I went out and explored the world around me, and this is what I found.
Australia is slamming away at my butthole with everything he’s got now, the two of us locked into perfect sync with one another. The prostate pleasure within me has blossomed, spilling out down my arms and legs and filling me with an overwhelming warmth. With very passing second this sensation looms larger and larger, consuming every sense that I have.
“Pound me down under!” I scream. “Get deep into that ass!”
My body is trembling now, quaking as the first hints of climax begin to flood through me. I reach down and grab ahold of my aching dick, beating myself off in time with the slams up my asshole.
These two distinct sources of pleasure begin working together in tandem, creating a feedback loop within my body. It’s not long before the rising tidal wave of orgasm finally crests, tumbling down and slamming into me hard.
“Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna cum!” I scream, throwing my head back with unbridled enthusiasm.
Pleasure surges through me unlike anything I’ve ever felt, so powerful that, for a brief moment, I’m lifted out of my physical form. I feel as though I’ve been transported to some other plane of existence, flying like a bird as I gaze down at the world below.
I suddenly realize that I can see the Sydney Opera House from here, swooping over the nearby bridge and taking in the spectacular harbor views. From there, I continue onward to an open plain of kangaroos, the animals hopping and playing together with jovial enthusiasm.
This astral projection tour continues for a good while until, suddenly, I’m thrust back into my own body, hot white jizz erupting from the head of my cock and splattering across the dirt below.
When the orgasmic sensations finally pass I’m left feeling utterly satisfied and relaxed.
Of course, we’re not finished yet.
Suddenly, Australia is pulling out of me. The handsome continent stands up as I turn around below him. The living landmass is beating his cock furiously above me, and I reach to up help him out. I play with his balls as the location pushes closes and closer to climax, then I smile wide as he erupts.
The next thing I know, pearly cum is cascading down across my face from above. Australia’s spunk covers me, and I open wide to catch as much of his seed as I can. I manage to get some of the jizz, but the rest of it creates beautiful patterns of spunk across my face, running down my cheeks and hanging from my chin in beautiful, glistening strands.
When Australia finally finishes he stumbles back, struggling to catch his breath.
“That was amazing,” the continent gushes.
I nod, grinning as the cum dangles from my face. “It sure was. I even got to see a few of the sights.”
“Really?” the handsome landmass questions.
“It was quick, but I got a few in,” I inform him.
Australia considers my words for a moment, clearly wrestling with something. “I’m really sorry I took off like that,” Australia finally offers. “I know you were counting on a vacation. It must have really sucked to look down and realize I wasn’t there.”
“Apology accepted,” I reply.
“Would you like to see a little more?” Australia questions.
I haven’t even realized this was an option. “Of course!”
The handsome continent looks me up and down. “There are some beautiful beaches we can get you cleaned up on.”
“That sounds great,” I tell him, stepping forward.
“Just climb on in,” Australia offers.
I do as I’m told, stepping into the massive continent and suddenly finding myself swept away by a swell of gloriously refreshing waves.
I swim to the surface and find that I’m floating just a few feet from the shore, gorgeous stretches of sand extending off in either direction while the endless blue ocean continues behind me.
I begin my swim towards the beach, where it appears a group of friends have all gathered. They’re barbequing shrimp.
It’s been a long journey to get here, but I’m glad I made the trip.
