The Call Is Coming From Inside Your Butt - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

hello buckaroos its your bud chuck here CHECKIN IN from the road. today i have woken up in st louis with a giant handsome arch hangin out kissin the sky above. WHAT A CITY

tour has been going well lots of sold out shows and lots of love being proven (by the way there are still tickets to some stops along the way so consider coming out to trot with us). i will say that as much as i LOVE DANG BOOK TOURS and for as thankful as i am to be on them on this timeline, it is also an exhausting way. THE BIG SHOW involves a lot of running around and when i trot back to the hotel i am a sore buckaroo. thankfully there are usually TUBS to tub in, and while it is not the same as THE UPSTAIRS TUB that i once enjoyed at home it is still a good way to soak my bones.

speaking of SOAKING BONES, i have been talkin on HORROR WAYS a lot lately and SOAKING BONES feels like the story of a restful skeleton. guess i got horror on the brain but that makes sense because its what im out here trotting for. with this in mind i figured i would KEEP THE THEME GOING and post a classic SPOOKY TINGLER. it is BURY YOUR GAYS release week after all

so lets get started. please enjoy THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE YOUR BUTT

Frank is desperate for cash, and without any good gigs on the horizon, things are looking bleak. But when Frank learns about a new housesitting app, he realizes the answer to his finical woes may be just within reach.

Unfortunately, the whole county has been experiencing a disturbing series of house sitter disappearances, which puts Frank on edge as night falls. The strange phone calls don’t help either; the ones where a mysterious stranger sits on the line without a word, listening and waiting.

Finally, Frank gets the police involved and has the calls traced, learning the terrifying truth… the calls are coming from inside Frank’s own butt!

This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling human on handsome dinosaur action, including anal, blowjobs, cream pies, rough sex and love from within your own butt.

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THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE YOUR BUTT

By Chuck Tingle

These days, having a consistent job isn’t the only way to make money. Thanks to an assortment of apps and do-it-yourself programs, I can be a professional taxi driver one day and a dog walker the next. Granted, times are still tough, but I appreciate the fact that if I really need to, I can go out and make some quick cash with nothing other than my smartphone and a little elbow grease.

         Unfortunately, with this added freedom comes plenty of drawbacks, mainly a smaller paycheck, and with rent looming closer and closer on the horizon I’m in desperate need of a quality gig.

         “I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” I confess to my friend, Tembo as we sit on the deck of my small, mid-western apartment, our view overlooking a seemingly endless stretch of thick evergreen trees.

         This deck is just about the only piece of luxury that I have in my life, and even this is soon coming to an end. There are holes and rot scattered across its wooden surface, causing some sections of the plank floor to crumble away and reveal a steep fall below. I should probably discuss some repairs with my landlord, but right now I’m not too keen on bringing up anything other than an extension on my payments.

         “You’ve been walking dogs?” Tembo questions, leaning back into his chair and taking a long, satisfying sip from his glass of chocolate milk.

         I nod. “Every day. The app isn’t even letting me to take on new clients anymore because I’ve been using it so much.”

         “Yeah, me too,” Tembo admits. “Fortunately, I’ve got a bit of money saved up, but it sounds like you’re shit out of luck, my man.”

         I laugh, shaking my head in dismay as I reel from just how bad it’s got.

         “At least you have this view,” Tembo offers.

         “Not for long,” I remind him. “I’ve only got three days left to get this money together.”

         Tembo’s eyes go wide as he turns his head to me. “How much do you need?”

         “One thousand dollars, even,” I inform him.

         “Jesus, Frank, you didn’t tell me it was that bad,” Tembo exclaims.

         “It’s that bad,” I confirm.

         “There aren’t enough apps in the world to cover you,” the man continues, giving me a harsh dose of reality. “You’d have to work a gig every single hour for the next three days.”

         “Something tells me I’m not gonna find anyone who wants their dog walked twenty four hours straight,” I laugh.

         This comment seems to trigger something powerful in the back of Tembo’s mind. He sits up a bit and begins to frantically search through his phone, then smiles when he finds what he’s looking for.

         “Have you ever tried being a house watcher?” Tembo questions.

         I shake my head. “No, what’s that?”

         “It could be the solution to all your problems,” my friend continues. “Long term gigs house sitting for people, sometimes feeding their pets, but mostly just making sure nobody breaks in to steal all their stuff. If you could find a place to look after over the weekend, you just might be able to pull together enough money. It pays by the hour.”

         “Really?” I question in astonishment. “Why don’t you use it?”

         Tembo takes a deep breath. “I mean, I did. Until people started disappearing.”

         “What?” I question, not quite sure if he’s messing with me.

         “You didn’t hear?” Tembo continues. “House sitters have been going missing all over the county, especially out there in the woods.”

         I vaguely recall seeing something about this in the local paper, but at the time I hadn’t really given it much thought.

         My friend hands me his phone and I glance down at the screen, immediately gasping aloud when I see the house he’s got pulled up for me.

         “Three nights, at a rate of four hundred dollars a night,” I read aloud.

         I begin to scroll through the photos of this beautiful home, the type of place you’d typically have to pay to stay at, not the other way around.

         “The price is so high because nobody’s brave enough to do it,” Tembo informs me.

         I take a deep breath, realizing now what I have to do.

         “Should I be worried?” I question.

         Tembo shrugs. “I mean… they’re going missing, but there’s no foul play suspected. Not yet, anyway.”

         “Really?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.

         “It’s like they just, vanish into thin air,” my friend continues.

         I take a deep breath, hoping to consider my options and then immediately realizing I have none. If I want to keep a roof over my head, this is the gig I need to take.

I’ll admit, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect before arriving at this place on Horseshoe Lane, but the second I arrived at the secluded, two-story home in the middle of nowhere, I found myself utterly blown away by its decadence.

         To be honest, I feel weird even parking my beat up old car in the middle of the home’s enormous newly paved driveway.

         Suffice to say, whoever owns this place has no problem paying me the four hundred dollars a night.

         I find the keys hidden behind a rock in the garden, then make my way inside, quickly discovering a pleasant note that the owner has left on the entryway desk. There’s a number to call in case of any emergencies, which I very much appreciate.

         Now there’s nothing left to do but settle in and try to keep the anxiety from creeping up on me.

         Best to keep my mind occupied, I decide.

         I flop down on the couch and turn on the television, allowing myself to slip into a state of comfortable relaxation as trashy stories play out on the screen before me, far from any danger or the crazed stalker that may or may not be abducting house sitters out here in the woods.

         It’s so comfortable, in fact, that I eventually drift off to sleep.

         Who knows how many hours have passed before I wake again, but the next thing I know I’m sitting up with a jolt, the fresh sound of a thunderous bang echoing through my head. I glance around, checking my surroundings for any sign of movement.

         It’s dark now, my bout of sleep siphoning off many more hours than I expected.

         On TV, someone has just been shot, and instantly I begin to doubt myself. Was that bang something out here in the real world, or just a Hollywood sound effect?

         Still a little groggy and confused, I have no idea.

         I stand up and walk over to the massive living room window that looks out into the dark forest beyond, nothing but an endless sea of trees and shadows. It’s hard to keep my mind from wandering, but I do my best to stay connected to reality.

         “It’s fine,” I say to myself out loud. “It’s just the TV.”

         I take a long, deep breath and let it out, forcing myself to relax.

         Suddenly, the phone rings, causing me to jump once more in startled alarm.

         The second I realize what the sound is, however, I shake my head and laugh, amused by the fact that I’ve already gotten myself so wound up. I walk over to the cordless phone, a rare sight these days, and answer.

         “Hello?” I offer.

         I’m greeted by nothing but silence on the other end of the line.

         “Hello?” I repeat, listening intently now.

         I can vaguely make out the sound of heavy breathing, but it only lasts a moment before the line goes dead.

         Normally, I’d chalk this up to a random wrong number, but with the disappearances fresh in my mind, I’m immediately put on edge. Something is up.

         Not knowing what else to do, I find note with the homeowners contact information and give them a call.

         It rings once, twice, three times, and then suddenly a man with a deep voice answers.

         “Hey, this is Keith,” the voice says.

         “Keith! Hi!” I stammer. “It’s Frank, the guy who’s watching your house this weekend.”

         “Oh, hi!” the man replies. “Everything okay?”

         I pause for a moment, considering his question. “Actually, yeah. Well, no. I just wanted to let you know that I received a strange phone call.”

         “Strange?” the homeowner continues.

         “Yeah. I answered the phone and they were totally silent,” I explain, suddenly getting the impression that this man is not really listening. It sounds like there’s a party going on in the background, chimes ringing and people talking loudly over one another. “Do you have any idea who that could’ve been calling the house?”

         “What?” Keith blurts.

         “Do you know who might have been calling?” I repeat, yelling a little louder now.

         “I’m sorry,” Keith stammers. “I’m trying to count cards right now at the casino. We’re in Vegas.”

         In the background, I can hear someone demanding that Keith put away his phone.

         “I’m sorry, I have to go,” Keith stammers, clearly taking in a lot of information from every angle. “If you have any more problems just call the police.”

         “Okay, thank you,” I blurt, the words barely out of my mouth before Keith hangs up and plunges the room back into silence.

         I stare at the phone, this once insignificant object now tempting me with the dread that it suddenly represents.

         Moment’s later, the phone rings again.

         “Hello?” I answer quickly.

         Again, nothing but silence on the other end of the line, followed by a brief selection of heavy breathing. Before I can say another word, the phone hangs up.

         At this point, I’m significantly spooked by this entire ordeal. While calling the police sounds a bit extreme, especially because I’m not quite sure what they can do in a situation like this, the threat of disappearing into thin air looms large above me.

         I finally cave when I remember that Keith himself had suggested getting the cops involved. Who knows, maybe the police department can send someone out to take a look around.

         I call dial nine one one. Seconds later, an operator answers.

         “Hello this is nine one one, what’s your emergency?” the operator asks.

         “I think someone’s stalking me,” I stammer. “I keep getting these weird phone calls and whoever it is doesn’t say a word, but they won’t stop calling. I can hear them breathing on the other end of the line.”

         “Where are you?” the operator questions, her concerned tone actually putting me slightly at ease. It’s nice to be taken seriously in a moment like this.

         I give the woman my current address.

         “Alright, the first thing we’re going to do is trace the number,” explains the operator. “It’s only going to take a minute, so hang tight. Is this the phone they last called you on?”

         “It is,” I confirm.

         “Good,” continues the operator. “Hang up now and we’ll call you back in a few seconds.”

         I hang up the phone and a smile slowly crosses my face, thankful to finally get to the bottom of this. If the caller’s motivations are sinister, then I’m doing my part in fighting against a terrible stalker, and if it’s simply a random prank call, then they’re going to learn a valuable lesson when a police officer shows up at their front door.

         It takes a minute or two, but eventually the phone rings again.

         “Hello?” I answer.

         It’s the operator, but their cool and calm demeanor has completely disappeared. Now she’s in a state of utter panic. “Run! Get out of there!” the woman screams. “The call is coming from inside your butt!”

         The second I hear this my blood runs cold. Before I can get a full grasp on exactly what’s happening, my body is headed for the front door of the house, compelled to move by the panic that floods my blood stream. I’m running as fast as I can, throwing open the door and heading down the front steps towards my car.

         I pull my keys out of my pocket, unlocking the car door when I suddenly stop, realizing the terrifying truth. If I get into this car, then my butt will follow.

         Moments later, the phone in my pocket rings loudly, causing me to jump in alarm. This is now my own personal cell phone, a completely different number than before.

         Not knowing what else to do, I answer. “Hello?” I say, my voice trembling.

         “Hey, is this Frank?” the voice replies, rather non-chalantly.

         I breathe out a sigh of relief. Clearly, this isn’t the stalker.

         “I’m sorry,” I mumble. “I thought you might’ve been calling from inside my butt.”

         There’s a brief pause. “Actually, I am calling from inside your butt,” replies the voice. “Is there a problem?”
         “Get away from me you freak!” I scream into the phone, finally pushed over the edge.

         “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” falters the voice. “I was just trying to get ahold of you. There was a problem with the phone service earlier and I couldn’t really hear anything. I’m not sure if those calls were going through.”

         “Wait, what?” I question, my alarm instantly dissipating.

         “Yeah, I’ve been trying to get ahold of you,” explains the voice. “Sorry for calling your personal line here, I just couldn’t get through when you were inside the house. I’m sorry to alarm you.”

         “How do you know I was inside the house?” I question, skeptically.

         “Well, I’m inside your butt,” explains the voice. “So I always know where you are.”

         I stand in silence, completely dumbfounded by this strange turn of events. “So you’re not stalking me?” I ask.

         “Uh… no,” comes the voice. “I’m sorry what?”

         “I just thought…” I continue, trailing off as I struggle to collect my thoughts. “I think there’s been a big misunderstanding,” I finally explain.

         “Yeah, I was just trying to get ahold of you and invite you down here,” the voice explains. “Everyone’s so excited to meet you.”

         “Who is everyone?” I ask, confused.

         “Everyone inside your butt,” the voice continues.

         I stand in silence for a moment, trying to grapple with this flood of new information that has suddenly been dumped out onto me. My heart is still slamming hard in my chest, but it starts to slow as I realize that I wasn’t quite in the danger I thought I was.

         Of course, I still don’t completely trust this mysterious man within my butthole, but his cool and calm demeanor has certainly given me something to think about.

         “I don’t even know your name,” I finally say.

         “I’m sorry,” replies the caller. “I’m Choon Yardson.”

         “Nice to meet you, Choon,” I continue, my curiosity finally getting the best of me. I want to know more about this mysterious man, and the equally mysterious world within my own ass. “So… how do I come inside and meet you?”

         “Oh, it’s easy,” explains Choon. “Just take off your clothes and bend forward.”

         “Really?” I continue, still a little confused.

         “Sure,” Choon replies.

         I strip down until I’m completely naked, my clothes neatly folded on the driveway next to me as the cool night air soothes my skin.

         “Now I bend forward?” I clarify.

         “Yep,” confirms the man.

         I begin to bend down, farther and farther until, eventually, my head is between my own legs. I bend farther still, moving past them and completing the circle. Now I’m staring at my own butthole, which looks incredibly warm and inviting.

         “There you go,” Choon laughs. “I can see you out there!”

         “You can?” I question.

         “Yep, I’m waving!” the man explains. “Come on in!”
         I push forward even more and suddenly I’m disappearing into my own ass, my body swallowing itself up in a strange, never ending spiral that twists deeper and deeper as I vanish within myself.

         Suddenly, I’m standing on a large, flat platform, high above a beautiful cityscape that extends out below me as far as the eye can see. Off in the distance is a beautiful, glorious sunset unlike anything I’ve ever seen, painting the sky with incredible swaths of orange and violet.

         Before me stands a man in a robe, his face covered by a dark hood.

         “Are you Choon?” I question.

         I can see the figure smile. He lifts his head and pulls back the fabric to reveal the face of a gloriously handsome T-Rex.

         My breath catches in my throat when I see him, not expecting to be abruptly thrust into the presence of such a beautiful dinosaur.

         “I am,” says the T-Rex. “Welcome to your butt!”

         “Thanks,” I reply, looking around. I curiously step over to the edge of the platform, which I now realize is the rooftop of an incredibly tall building. “This is my butthole?”

         “Just the capital city,” explains the dinosaur. “There’s much more to see, but I figured this would be a good place to start.”

         “What’s that?” I question, pointing out towards an enormous round dome.

         “That’s where the sports teams play,” explains Choon. “There’s the Frank’s Butt Frankenstein’s, that’s the soccer team, and the Frank’s Butt Bluebirds, that’s football. Both are great teams.”
         “And they’re named after me?” I gush in complete awe.

         “Everything’s named after you,” explains Choon. “You’re a hero here. Thanks to the incredible resources within your butthole, we’ve managed to create paradise. We want you to stay here and become a figure of leadership and inspiration.”

         “Really?” I ask. “But I’m just a house sitter!”

         “Not here you aren’t,” Choon replies.

         I consider the offer for a moment, then realize something doesn’t quite add up. “What about all the people who’ve been disappearing?” I question.

         “They’ve all decided to stay within butts of their own,” explains Choon. “The butts around here are incredible, beautiful places that are rich in culture and natural resources.  Who wouldn’t want to stay?”

         Choon is right, this place is gorgeous, but it’s not just the landscape that’s caught my eye. This dinosaur is utterly breathtaking, and the longer we spend up here chatting, the more I find myself incredibly drawn to him.

         “Is everything alright?” the T-Rex suddenly asks, noticing the deep intensity that has found its way behind my eyes.

         “Yeah,” I sigh, not quite knowing how to handle this situation.

         “Will you at least stay long enough to meet the citizens of your butt?” questions Choon. “They’re all downstairs waiting. There’s a party planned and everything.”

         “Of course,” I blurt, “but… can it wait for a minute.”

         “Sure,” the T-Rex replies with a smile.

         I step towards him, my body trembling as the expression on Choon’s face changes from one of confusion, to understanding, to arousal.

         “There’s something about this place that’s really starting to draw me in,” I coo.

         Suddenly, the two of us are embracing, kissing passionately as our bodies are overwhelmed by the intoxicating lust. We give in to the moment, allowing ourselves to be swept away as we frantically explore one another’s bodies, our hands drifting lower and lower as we go.

         Eventually, I find my fingers pressing hard against Choon’s quickly swelling rod, the bulge of his cock aching to break free from the fabric of his heavy robes. There’s no way through, so I end up lifting the cloak up from the bottom, taking the whole thing over Choon’s head and tossing it to the side as his muscular nude body is revealed in all of its prehistoric glory.

         “You’re incredible,” I gush, taking in the T-Rex’s toned green abs.

         I drop down to my knees before Choon and grab ahold of his swollen cock, briskly stroking him off as I gaze up with hungry, lustful eyes.

         Above me, Choon lets a long, satisfied groan escape from his lips, leaning his head back as I graciously beat him off. Clearly, he likes the way I move my fingers, and lucky for him, the fun has only just begun.

         Without warning, I open my mouth wide and take the dinosaur’s enormous shaft between my lips, bobbing my head slowly up and down his length as I playfully cradling Choon’s hanging balls with my free hand. I move slowly at first and then gradually pick up speed, until I’m eventually slamming my head down onto the T-Rex’s cock with everything I’ve got.

         Driven mad with lust, I finally drop my head as far as I possibly can, taking the prehistoric creature’s rod well past the previous limits of my gag reflex. Choon’s dick slips deeper and deeper inside me until it’s filled my neck entirely, completely cutting off my air supply as my face presses hard against Choon’s chiseled abs.

         The massive dinosaur places his claws against the back of my head and holds me here, taking his time with me and allowing himself a second to appreciate this moment of reptilian dominance.

         Eventually, I’m forced to pull back with a frantic gasp, pulling in a massive gulp of air as a long strand of saliva dangles between my wet lips and the swollen head of Choon’s gigantic cock.

         I fall backwards onto the ground, upzipping my pants and pulling them off to reveal my stiff cock and waiting asshole below it. I roll back and spread my legs wide, opening myself up for Choon.

         “I need you inside of me,” I beg. “I need you to fuck this tight human asshole.”

         Choon doesn’t hesitate for a second, climbing down into position before me with his huge dinosaur dick, then placing it against the tightly puckered rim of my backdoor. The beautiful beast teases me for a moment, playing on the edge of my anal seal before finally swooping into my body with a deep and powerful movement from his scaly hips.

         I let out a long, started groan as my body is impaled, my asshole struggling to contend with the sheer enormity and girth of Choon’s impressive rod. I’m completely maxed out from within, my butthole stretched well beyond any previous occupants. It’s hard to believe an entire civilization could fit in there, but here we are.

         Choon begins to pump in and out of me, slowly at first, as he allows my body to adjust to his size.

         I’m overwhelmed with a deep, uncomfortable ache, but the longer Choon’s giant T-Rex dick remains inside me, the more I begin to relax. Eventually, the discomfort falls away completely, replaced instead by a potent fullness that only amplifies the feelings of pleasure that are pulsing through my veins in powerful waves.

         Now the handsome dinosaur is pounding away at my butthole with a steady rhythm, pushing into my anal depths and massaging my prostate with pinpoint accuracy. It feels incredible, and before long I can feel the first hints of an impending orgasm start to bubble up within the pit of my stomach.

         “Oh my god, that feels so fucking good!” I stammer, repeating the words over and over again. “That feels so fucking good! That feels so fucking good!”

         The orgasmic simmer has become a full on boil, spilling out down my limbs and causing me to tremble and shake wildly. I spread my legs as wide as they can go, allowing Choon easier access to my butthole as I reach down my stomach and grab ahold of my stiff, bouncing cock.

         Immediately, I get to work stoking myself off in time with the powerful slams up my ass. I fall into sync with the Choon’s hammering hips, finding a nice polyrhythm that kicks my pleasure into overdrive.

         “I’m gonna cum!” I suddenly cry out, throwing my head back in a state of blissed out ecstasy.

         My body is flooded with sensation and emotion, almost too much to bear as I tremble and shake below the muscular dinosaur. Jizz ejects hard from the head of my cock, shooting out into the air and then coming back down to splatter haphazardly across my chest in glorious, pearly patterns.

         Meanwhile, it appears Choon is on a similar page. The dinosaur elevates his speed for just a moment longer and then thrusts deep within me, holding tight as he clenches his teeth and lets out a frantic reptilian screech. Within my asshole, I can feel Choon’s cock twitching and quaking as it spurts hot white cum, filling me to the brim with his warm seed.

         Eventually, there’s so much of the potent spunk within my butthole that it squirts out from the rim of my tightly plugged ass, spilling out onto the ground below.

         When the two of us finally finish, Choon pulls out of me and rolls over flat on his back, struggling to catch his breath.

         “That was amazing,” the dinosaur sighs.

         “It was,” I confirm with a nod.

         The sun has almost completely disappeared now, leaving us to relax in the dim light of the gloaming.

         “You don’t need to give me a tour if this place,” I finally offer. “I’m gonna stay.”

         “Really?” questions Choon. “That’s great news!”

         “It is,” I reply with a grin.
         I reach out and take the dinosaur’s claw in my hand. “I’ll see all the sights eventually; with you by my side.”

         The handsome T-Rex glances over at me. “Do you really mean that?” he asks.

         “Of course I do,” I confirm. “Let’s just take things slow. We’ve got plenty of time.”

         “Good call” Choon offers, then suddenly bursts out laughing when he realizes his unintentionally pun.

         “Really good call,” I reply. “The best call I’ve ever gotten.”