My Butt Is Comforted By The Realization That I’m Okay And Everything Will Be Alright - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

HELLO BUCKAROOS what a week it has been. i have been TROTTING HARD on edits of a new horror novel (NOT lucky day the one after that) and on top of that had to take a break to trot onto EVERYBODY'S LIVE WITH JOHN MULANEY as a call in segment. these are of course good problems to have as an artist but still, LOTS OF STRESS ON THE BRAIN.

i try my best to get a tingler of some sort EVERY WEEK ON HERE whether it is new book or old book revisited, and this time i felt like dang maybe i dont even have the sizzling crackling brain energy for that, however I MUST PUSH THROUGH FOR THE BUCKAROO LIFESTYLE. so as i sit here preparing to dive into even more edits on this dang horror novel i pause and think: time to revisit a classic

fortunately, there are a LOT of tinglers about stress. it is pretty much a constant in my life and many of the hurdles i have faced have to do with how to manage this stress. feels like today is a great day for an EXISTENTIAL JOURNEY into the tingleverse to unscramble some of this brain fuzz.

with that in mind, lets dive into MY BUTT IS COMFORTED BY THE REALIZATION THAT I’M OKAY AND EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT

Churn has had enough of the modern world and the anxieties that come with it. Overwhelmed by his fear of a collapsing economy, disintegrating environment, and rampant political corruption, Churn has decided to leave it all behind and live on a desolate island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

It sounds like a good plan at first, but on his way to the island, Churn has a strange encounter with the living manifestation of the realization that he’s okay and everything will be alright, named Kortin. Soon enough, Kortin and Churn are arguing their cases, but it’s only when Churn submits to Kortin’s optimism that he truly feels comfortable again.

Now Churn and this sentient living concept are taking things to the next level in a hardcore encounter that will make everything alright.

This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling human on sentient comforting words action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, and gay living concept love.

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MY BUTT IS COMFORTED BY THE REALIZATION THAT I’M OKAY AND EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT

By Chuck Tingle

“I can’t believe you’re really doing it,” my friend, Largo says, staring out across the ocean from our comfortable spot on a wooden park bench.

The seat below us feels firm and comforting, this dry land more stable than anything I expect to feel for the next few weeks on the water.

“I’m really doing it,” I assure my friend, turning to face him so that he can see the seriousness in my eyes. “I know you think I’m crazy, I know everyone thinks I crazy, but I just can’t take it anymore. I need to get out of here.”

I wouldn’t be surprised if Largo started to laugh at me, but instead he just nods in begrudging acceptance. Things change quickly these days, and even the most optimistic of my friends are starting to find themselves worn down by the constant barrage of terrifying news both home and abroad.

Human existence has always been hard, but lately it seems like the world is doing everything it can to make things even harder.

The environment is falling apart and there might not be a way to fix it, the economy looms dangerously close to a full on collapse, and don’t even get me started on politics. It seems like every single day there is something else to stress out about, and finally it all just became too much for me to deal with.

In a moment of frustration, I took everything that I owned and sold it all. That money was put towards buying a small island just off the coast of California, an outcropping of rocks so barren and unusable that even I was about to afford it. I’ve been told that the possibility of development on the island is slim to none, and that power or running water is completely impossible, but at least I’ll be away from all this stress, anxiety, and chaos that makes up our modern world.

Out there, away from the mainland, I’ll finally be completely alone.

“I’ll miss you, buddy,” Largo tells me, as if reading my mind.

Deep down, a twisted part of me wishes mankind was even worse off, so that it wouldn’t be so hard for me to leave. I know that setting sail is the right thing to do, but it’s been difficult saying goodbye to my friends and family.

Right now, Largo is the only one left.

“I’ll miss you, too,” I inform him, “but I’ve gotta get out of here. The world has gone to hell and there’s no turning it around.”

My friend smirks a bit. “It’s not so bad.”

“Not so bad?” I counter, raising my voice more than I intended. “Did you watch the news today? Did you see what’s happening with global warming? Do you have any idea what the president is doing? We’re on the verge of another world war!”

Largo raises his hand in submission. “Okay, okay. I understand what you’re saying. It’s hard to deal with, but it’s not all bad.”

I lift a single eyebrow. “Tell me one good thing in the world right now?”

“Friendship,” Largo replies.

I let out a long sigh. “You can come with me,” I tell him. “There’s enough room on the island for two, and the boat has plenty of food to make the trip.”

Largo scoffs. “I’ve seen pictures of your island. No thanks, Churn.”

I nod in acceptance.

For the next while, my friend and I sit in silence, enjoying the peaceful motion of the waves before us as the pulse gently across the beachfront. It’s a beautiful scene, yet I still can’t get the nagging feeling out of the back of my mind that something is wrong; that the world could just end at any moment and there’d be nothing I can do to stop it. My mind begins in a place of comfort and then moves outward from there, venturing farther and farther into thoughts regarding my insignificance in the universe and what it all means to be alive. I start to think about the immense size of time, and sweat forms across my forehead.

I need to get out of here, I think again, out into the ocean where none of this stress and anxiety can find me.

“You alright?” Largo interjects, breaking through my thoughts.

I nod. “It’s time to set sail. Come on down to the dock and see me off.”

I stand up and start heading towards the beach, Largo following closely behind. There’s a dock nearby where my sailboat has been tied, a modest vessel but large enough to comfortably get me where I’m going. There’s enough supplies loaded up onto the ship so that I can construct a small hut when I arrive, and enough food to last me the few weeks until I get my fishing and agriculture situation sorted out.

Eventually, my friend and I arrive at the dock, strolling down its wooden planks as the sea breeze flickers across our skin. For a moment, I feel a minor twinge of relaxation. Hopefully, this is a sign of more to come.

“Everyone at work wanted me to tell you goodbye,” Largo offers as we stand by the side of my boat. I can tell that he’s holding something back, not giving me the full story.

“Oh yeah?” I question.

Largo grins. “Well, they said that, but they also wanted me to tell you not to leave. I figured I’d just skip that part of it because you’re not going to listen.”

The words are kind, but the simple mention of work makes a shudder of nervous tension the length of my spine.

“Okay then,” I finally say, offering Largo an awkward hug. The two of us embrace for a moment and then pull away.

“Until next time,” Largo replies with a slight wave.

I untie the ropes and climb into my boat, casting off. We both know there may never be a next time, but we pretend convincingly nonetheless.

Now I’m drifting farther and farther away from the shore, and while I expect my anxieties regarding the modern world to drift away as well, they appear to stay exactly where they started.

Give it time, I think to myself.

I set a course for my tiny island and then watch the seemingly endless horizon before me, happy to be on my way. Behind, Largo continues to wave until he’s nothing more than a tiny pinpoint in the distance.

I take in a deep breath, the sea air filling my lungs with a natural sense of rejuvenation. Out here, none of my doubts and worries will be able to find me. Out here, it’s just me and the ocean, not another soul for miles and miles.

I begin to hum a song, just making it up as I go while the ship drifts onward, every second taking me farther and farther away from the mainland; from economic collapse or nuclear annihilation.

Soon the minutes turn into hours, the sun moving farther and farther across the sky until it eventually begins its decent towards the horizon line, changing the color of the surrounding blue to a blossoming red and violet. It’s a beautiful sight, but in this moment of wonder I can’t help noticing something strange in the water.

I rub my eyes and look again, trying to make out the shape that bobs gently in the waves just some forty yards off the front of my boat. I’m miles and miles from land in any direction, but it’s still quite possible this could be nothing more than a floating log. Still, there’s something about the object that gives me pause, an unusual angularity that seems nothing short of unnatural.

Closer and closer I get, until I’m right upon the object, looking down over the side of the boat with great concern.

“Hey there,” comes a relaxed voice.

The figure in the water is now in full view, revealing himself to be the word ‘okay’ in huge, well defined letters. The word is wearing a pair of sunglasses and sipping on a tall glass of chocolate milk as he lays out on an inner tube, half submerged in the icy waters of the deep, deep ocean.

“Oh my god,” I stammer. “Are you okay? How long have you been out here?”

“I’m great,” the word says with a smile. “It’s you that I’m curious about.”

I narrow my eyes with great concern. “What are you saying? I’m safe on this boat and you’re floating out here in the middle of the ocean!”

“Everything’s fine,” the word informs me, then takes a long sip from his chocolate milk. The living collection of letters savors his taste of this cool liquid, closing his eyes and drinking until the entire glass is drained.

“So you’re just… relaxing?” I question, still completely taken off guard.

The word nods. “I sure am.”

By now my boat has floated over close enough to the inner tube for the word to grab ahold, which he does. Carefully, the sentient word climbs up into my boat, gently finding a place to set his glass and then sitting casually on the edge. He removes his sunglasses.

“My name is Kortin Jeems,” offers the word, “and I’m here to comfort you.”

I laugh. “I’m already comfortable,” I inform him. “I’m more comfortable than I’ve been in a long, long time, especially given the fact that the ozone layer is depleting, and the world economy is about to crash, and war is on the horizon.”

“Alright, alright. Fair enough,” Kortin says soothingly. “I just wanted to let you know that you’re going to be okay. You have the power to keep plowing ahead and be a part of the change that you seek, especially if you turn around and refuse to run from your own personal problems.”

“Me?” I retort. “Yeah right.”

“It’s true, you’re perfectly capable of overcoming the odds in your daily life, and maybe even changing the world if you continue to lead by example.”

There’s something a little too preachy about the message that Kortin is sending my way, and my eyes instinctively narrow in response. “Who are you really?” I ask.

“Kortin,” the word replies. “I’m the living manifestation of the realization that you’re okay and everything will be alright.”

I throw my hands up in the air, brimming with frustration. “I knew it!” I blurt. “Did Largo send you? Or was it someone else from work?”

Kortin shakes his head. “You manifested me,” he explains. “Nobody else.”

I take in a deep breath then let out a long sigh, wondering how exactly to approach this. “Well, you’re not really making me feel any more relaxed. You’re actually kind of freaking me out because I’ve got an island to get to before the world ends.”

“The world’s not going to end, not yet anyway,” Kortin counters. “And besides, what’s the point of worrying about that? If you want to fight for what you believe in then that’s one thing, but worrying and fretting is not fighting.”

“I’m not just worrying, I’m leaving,” I explain.

“Even worse,” Kortin counters.

I shrug. “Well, if you don’t like it then you can get off my boat.”

Kortin nods, then rolls backward off of the ledge and hits the icy water with a loud splash. The manifestation of the realization that I’m okay and everything will be alright starts to float away, smiling and waving as he goes.

I shake my head, frustrated by the optimism of this unusual being. Not only was Kortin annoying, but he was slowing me down.

I collect myself and then refocus on the horizon before me, trying to push away any thoughts regarding this sentient concept floating by himself out in the great wide ocean. Unfortunately, this is much more difficult of a task then I would’ve initially thought. My worry is getting the best of me once more, concerned that Kortin will starve to death out here in the waves.

The living word might be fine with this situation, but I’m not.

I roll my eyes and then swiftly adjust course, turning the boat around and eventually returning to the spot where Kortin rolled overboard. The living ‘okay’ is still floating here in the water, happy as can be after somehow finding his inner tube once again.

“You ready to listen?” Kortin asks.

“Are you ready to listen?” I counter.

Kortin shrugs.

The next few minutes, me and the living manifestation of the realization that I’m okay and everything will be alright have a silent stand off, neither one of us willing to move the conversation forward.

Finally, I crack.

“Get in,” I say.

Kortin smiles and then climbs back up into the boat once more, patting me enthusiastically on the back with his cold wet hand and causing me to wince.

“See!” the word shouts excitedly. “You’ve still some hope left in you.”

I shake my head. “Don’t make me regret saving you.”

Kortin chuckles. “You didn’t save me, because everything is going to be just fine.”

“You would’ve drowned,” I inform him.

“Nah. You came along,” Kortin retorts.

“But what if I didn’t!” I yell in frustration.

The living manifestation of the realization that I’m okay and everything will be alright shrugs. “Sure, something bad might’ve happened, but would I be much better off worrying about it? You’d still come by to pick me up either way, and if I was worried I might’ve started splashing about and sunk down into the water.”

I suppose he’s right, but I say nothing in return.

“When people drown, it’s usually because they panic,” explains Kortin. “Floating is really easy, we naturally do it, but when you’re worried you start to thrash about in the water.”

I let out a long sigh. “Fine. I get it.”

“Do you really?” asks the living collection of letters.

“I mean, yeah, I get the drowning thing. You’re right.” I admit.

Kortin smiles. “What about the fact that you’re going to be okay, do you get that?”

I shake my head.

“That’s fine,” the living manifestation of the realization that I’m okay and everything will be alright says. “It’s okay to be frustrated and anxious and confused, but it’s also okay to take a moment and remind yourself that you’re probably going to be just fine. The world gets bad, and when it does, it can get really, really bad, but for the most part things are moving in a pretty good direction overall because, at the end of the day, love always wins.”

I hate to admit it, but this optimistic manifestation is actually making a lot of sense right now.

“So… it’s okay for me to worry, but it’s also okay for me to not worry?” I ask him, a little confused.

“It’s all okay,” Kortin tells me, stepping towards me slightly. “It’s all going to be fine.”

The living word opens his arms wide and wraps me tightly in his welcome embrace. What had once seemed cold and frigged is now warm and inviting, filling me with a sense of comfort that I haven’t felt in years. I realize now that, while the future is still unknowable, I’m currently okay. Worrying isn’t going to do me any favors without positive action behind it.

“Everything’s fine,” Kortin says.

I nod in acceptance.

The longer that the living manifestation of the realization that I’m okay and everything will be alright holds me here, however, the more this comfort turns into something even more powerful, a potent emotion slowly seeping its way through my veins. I suddenly gasp aloud when I realize arousal has overwhelmed me, causing my cock to stiffen up against Kortin’s leg.

“Everything’s fine,” Kortin repeats.

“I know it is,” I finally accept. “I don’t want to leave this world, I want to be an even bigger part of it. I want to go back and keep fighting for love.”

“That sounds really nice,” the manifested concept replies soothingly. “No more island?”

“No more island,” I confirm with a nod.

I reach over, still entwined in our long, drawn-out hug, and grab the wheel of the boat, turning us around and heading back towards the shore.

“I think I’d like to celebrate,” I finally tell Kortin, biting my lip playfully. “Sure, there’s some bad stuff in life, but there’s also some really great stuff, too.”

“Like what?” the living manifestation of the realization that I’m okay and everything will be alright asks seductively.

“I’ll show you,” I tell him, then slowly begin to slide down the front of his chest.

Lower and lower I drop until I’m kneeling before Kortin, gazing up at him with lustful eyes. I reach up and grab ahold of his massive dick, which has slowly been growing out from somewhere between the letters ‘k’ and ‘a’.

“Oh fuck,” Kortin groans as I wrap my hand tightly around his enormous shaft. The physically manifested word leans his head back and lets the words fall out of his mouth in one long, graceful call, the sound echoing across the desolate ocean around us.

I get to work pumping my fist up and down across the living concept’s length, slowly as first and then gaining intensity as I cradle his balls with my other fingers. Faster and faster I go until, eventually, the movements evolve into a frantic handjob, beating Kortin off with all the enthusiasm I can muster.

Eventually driven mad with lust, I open my mouth wide and take the living manifestation of the realization that I’m okay and everything will be alright’s shaft between my lips, pumping my head up and down across him with the same excitement as the handjob before it. I’m lost in a sea of gay passion, belligerently sucking as Kortin’s abs clench tight above me.

After a while, I focus my energy and push myself down as far as I can go across Kortin’s shaft, fully impaling my face onto his rod. The thick cock slides deep into my throat, well past the limits of my gag reflex until, eventually, my lips come to a rest, pressed hard against Kortin’s rock hard abs.

I stay here for as long as I can and then finally pull back in a sputtering gasp of air, my spit covering Kortin’s dick in a glistening wet mess.

“Pound me,” I demand. “This ass needs a reminder of what kind of fun the world can be even when it seems completely terrible and fucked up sometimes.”

I stand up and walk over to the edge of the boat, bracing myself against the side railing and then popping my butt out towards Kortin. I wiggle my rump from side to side, coaxing the optimistic concept forward.

Kortin steps up behind me, brandishing his massive cock in his hands and smiling wide. The living manifestation of the realization that I’m okay and everything will be alright aligns his dick with my tightly puckered asshole, teasing the rim a bit while I push back against him.

“Do it!” I beg. “Pound me up the fucking asshole right now!”

Kortin finally gives in and slides deep with a long, powerful swoop. Despite my pleading I was not quite ready for the living word’s enormity, his girthy dick immediately stretching my asshole well beyond anything it has previously experienced. Fortunately, my spit still serves as decent lube, making the insertion slightly easier than it could’ve been. He’s still a lot to take, though.

Kortin starts slowly at first, being a gentleman and allowing me time to adjust to his incredible size.

I grip tightly onto the rail before me, my fingers digging in tight as I close my eyes and struggle to relax. I’m completely maxed out, stretched to the limits and threating to break at any moment.

Fortunately, that moment never comes. Instead, Kortin’s pulse within me begins to make the aching discomfort melt away, slowly but surly changing the powerful emotions that swim through my body. The awkward sensations eventually disappear completely, replaced by a pleasurable warmth that radiates out from the pit of my stomach.

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god,” I stammer, my entire body trembling hard now as these feelings of course through it.

Kortin picks up his pace, hammering me harder and harder now until he finds a steady rhythm within my butthole. Soon enough, the two of us are moving together in perfect sync, a single sexual until in a feedback loop of pleasure.

Eventually, Kortin pulls out of me and spins me around, grabbing me around the waist with his muscular arms and then lifting me up so that I’m sitting perched on the side of the boat’s railing. There’s just enough room for me to sit, leaning back as I wrap my hands around the back of Kortin’s neck. I spread my legs out wide, exposing myself to the living concept and allowing him an even deeper angle of my aching asshole. The manifestation of the realization that I’m okay and everything will be alright picks up right where he left off, slamming into me with a force that is ruthless and yet somehow incredibly comforting.

Sure, this moment of erotic gay passion is wild, but there’s also something about it that soothes me to my very core.

My legs bounce wildly in the air with every slam, and my cock follows suit, failing uncontrollably until I grab onto it tight with a confident grip. I begin to beat myself off, pumping my fingers in time with the powerful thrusts up my butthole.

It doesn’t take long for the orgasmic sensations within me to bubble up to the forefront, consuming my thoughts with a pleasant ache and a desire to cum harder than I ever have before.

“You’re so fucking good,” I moan, throwing my head back. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Me too!” announces Kortin, expertly pacing himself.

Suddenly, the lustful sensations rip through me, causing every muscle in my body to hold tight and then relax in a quake of ecstasy. I’m completely overwhelmed with pleasure, unable to do anything but ride the feelings like a wave. I give myself over to these sensations as cum ejects hard from the head of my shaft, shooting up into the air and then splattering back down across my bare stomach.

“Oh fuck!” the living manifestation of the realization that I’m okay and everything will be alright moans, blasting his enormous payload of jizz up my ass.

I can feel him filling my rectal depths with rope after rope of sticky cum, a seemingly never-ending torrent that eventually spills out from my plugged anal rim and runs down my crack, dripping onto the boat floor below.

When the orgasms finally pass, Kortin pulls out of me, his spunk cascading after.

“That was fucking amazing,” he tells me.

“It sure was,” I agree. “I guess there’s still butt pounding in the world, so things are so bad.”

“There’s also boats, and water, and islands,” continues the living concept. “There’s your friends back at work, and beautiful sunsets.”

“And conquering your fears,” I offer with a smirk. I slow the boat to a stop and shut off the motor, then walk over to the edge. I dive in, letting the cold water rush over me.

When my head bursts out of the water I’m frigid and sputtering, but I feel alive.

“Damn that’s cold!” I yell back to Kortin.

“But it’s fun, right?” he offers.

I nod.

The living manifestation of the realization that I’m okay and everything will be alright stands up on the rail and the dives in after me, swimming over and kissing me hard on the lips.

“There’s so much to experience out there, bad and good,” he says, pulling away for a moment. “Fight for what’s right, but don’t give up, and don’t lose touch with the fact that right now, in this moment, you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” I repeat back to him, before our lips meet again in the cool, salty waves.