Slammed By My Handsome Fidget Spinner - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

as you buckaroos probably know chuck has had a HECK OF A WEEK. all kinds of things have been swirling around me like a tornado and you can read about them in this post. while i have personally had some great times trotting around texas in my younger days, i would prefer not to think about texas THIS DANG MUCH especially when i am trying to get some writing done.

that is the thing about making art. sometimes is is an escape from your thoughts and sometimes it is a way of surrounding yourself with them. usually when something big happens in chucks life i process this event by writing a tingler about it, but this time i did not really feel like it. honestly i have written about these happenings enough (feels like i was posting an essay ever dang day) and because of this the emotions have been purged. this time i do not NEED to write a tingler.

anyway feels like my dang brain has finally come up for air, waving to this timeline and offering a kind smile and saying 'i am done with my nap how is everyone doing? lets get back into that routine trot of ours.' i am thankful for this way

however IT IS time to post a classic tingler and i thought what better story than a tale of STRESS MANAGEMENT? with that in mind i have trotted out SLAMMED BY MY HANDSOME FIDGET SPINNER.

alright buckaroos LETS TROT happy to be back in the dang swing of things. please enjoy this classic tingler

Greg Horn is the designated speaker for any first contact with alien life, but he’s not expecting to get called upon any time soon. That all changes when several mysterious ships appear hovering across the globe, at first looking like flat disks but then slowing down and revealing themselves as three pronged plastic objects with ball bearings in every appendage.

Greg boards one of the ships and comes face to face with the pilot, a smaller version of these “fidget spinners” named Rono. Soon enough, Greg is learning the calming, anxiety-reducing ways of these aliens, all culminating when this handsome living fidget spinner takes a spin in Rono’s ass.

This erotic tale is 4,100 words of sentient fidget spinner on man action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, cream pies, and handsome anxiety reducing plastic and ball bearing love.

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SLAMMED BY MY HANDSOME FIDGET SPINNER

By Chuck Tingle

Despite being officially designated with the role of interplanetary translator and first contact coordinator, it’s something that I never truly believed I’d be called upon for. Not in this lifetime, at least.

Sure, I’m absolutely certain that there’s intelligent life out there in the universe, how could there not be? When you actually consider the sheer size of everything, and the fact that it’s all expanding every second, the chance of something else existing out in the cosmos is just too large to ignore.

Of course, I’m also well versed enough in physics to realize that just because something is out there, doesn’t mean it’s capable of making contact. The speed of light is only so fast, and even if some super intelligent species was somehowable to harness the kind of energy to make this kind of travel possible, it would still take them eons to arrive here on our little blue planet.

In other words, while the job of interstellar ambassador was a large and important one, I never lost too much sleep over it.

Until tonight.

I’m sitting in my Washington D.C. apartment having dinner with my dog and watching the evening news when the first reports come in.

The heated political discourse on screen stops abruptly, several talking heads halting and grabbing their earpieces as looks of disbelief wash across their faces. Everyone is completely stunned at first, exchanging glances as the host glances off screen and loudly asks a producer if this is some kind of joke.

Seconds later, professionalism kicks in and the reporters sit straight up in their chairs once more, the host turning to the camera as the screen splits between his worried face and a handheld video of the Los Angeles skyline.

I gasp when I finally understand the image before me, completely shocked by the massive size of what appears to be some kind of enormous hovering craft. In the darkness of the night sky it’s slightly difficult to make out exactly what I’m looking at, but there appears to be some kind of massive spaceship floating above the city.

“Breaking news now,” the reporter starts. “We’re getting flooded with reports of a large object floating above Los Angeles. There’s plenty of footage from citizens there, and this is the best we could find. Right now, it’s hard to get a clear visual, but the disk appears to be two miles across and perfectly circular, with a flat bottom and top. It arrived around ten this evening, appearing almost instantly. While this certainly appears to be the arrival of some kind of extraterrestrial craft, the government has asked that we reserve our judgment until further notice. We’ve canceled the rest of tonight’s programming to follow this story.”

Suddenly the cell phone on my coffee table buzzes loudly, causing me to jump. It’s an unknown number.

“This is Greg Horn,” I announce, pushing to talk.

“It’s time. Pack your bags. We’ll pick you up in five minutes and then it’s straight to Los Angeles,” a firm voice says.

I don’t even need to ask who it is, but for some reason I can’t seem to will myself into responding, still in utter shock.

“Mr. Horn?” the voice questions. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” I suddenly blurt, pulling myself together again. “I’ll be here.”

“Good,” the man on the other end of the line says, then hangs up.

Immediately, I jump to my feet and grab a duffle bag out of the closet, frantically throwing in clothes and any other essentials that I can find. My heart is slamming hard in my chest now, not from the quickness of these travel plans that were suddenly thrust upon me, but from the end result in which I finally come face to face with this day that I’d been certain would never come.

Was I prepared? I don’t know. In some way I’d like to think that I’m ready for this kind of challenge; after all, I was selected for this job from a pool of millions.

Still, how could anyone every truly prepare to speak with beings from another world.

I’ve just barely finished packing when there’s a loud knock on the door.

“Coming!” I shout out, but the visitors don’t wait, throwing the door open and stepping inside.

“Mr. Horn,” comes a gruff voice. “We need to leave.”

I mean the intruder at the doorway and we shake hands quickly.

“I’m Charles Yonder, but you can just call me Yond,” says the man, a muscular, older gentleman in a black suit. “Let’s get to the helicopter.”

I follow Yond out into the yard, ducking down as we approach the loudly whirring vehicle that has landed nearby. The wind is fierce as it whips back against my face, causing me to shield my eyes until we finally reach the helicopter’s open doors and climb inside.

I’ve barely taken a seat before we’re suddenly lifting upwards, taking off into the starlit sky above.

“We’re headed to the nearest airport and then catching a plane to Los Angeles,” explains the man gruffly, then hands me a folder. “You’ll need to go over all of this before heading inside the spaceship.”

“Heading inside?” I question. “They’ve opened the doors?”

“In LA? Not yet,” explains Yond, “but they will. This is not the first ship that’s arrived, and it’s not going to be the last.”

I open up the folder on my lap and find a photo of another large disk hovering above a cornfield out in what appears to be an empty stretch of middle America, as well as another ship floating somewhere above the ocean while icebergs drift by in the water below.

“We’ve known about these ones for a few days now,” explains Yond. “We were keeping them under wraps until we knew more, but there’s no hiding the new one. We’ve also gotten reports in the last few minutes that they’ve shown up in Europe and Asia. I’m sure more are arriving all over the world.”

I continue to flip through my intelligence brief, scanning the pages as I struggle to control my breathing.

“Don’t worry, the ships are much easier to get inside once they slow down and stop,” offers the muscular man before me.

“What?” I question, not quite understanding.

“It’s all in your briefing,” he explains, “but to put it bluntly, these things aren’t disks. They only look like disks because they’re spinning so fast. Once every twenty hours or so the disk will start to slow down and then stop, at that point an entrance on the bottom opens up and we have forty minutes to head inside and communicate with the creatures. After that, it starts spinning again.”

“Creatures?” I question, swallowing hard. “So it’s exactly what we think it is.”

The man nods.

It’s surreal being in this part of the city with absolutely nobody around. Two blocks back is where the police barricades started, and since then I haven’t seen another soul besides the two-armed guards that are escorting me to a platform located directly beneath the ship. Everything is strangely quiet here, a slightly frightening hint of what it could be like if our entire species was suddenly wiped off of the Earth.

I try not to think about this, reminding myself that, if these alien visitors were hostile, they would’ve already done away with us. So far, their intensions remain a complete mystery.

We finally reach the platform and the two guards stand on either side of it, making sure that everything’s completely safe and ready for my ascent to the ship.

“Ready?” one of them asks me.

“Ready,” I repeat back with a nod.

There’s a sharp jolt and suddenly the platform is slowly lifting up into the air, climbing higher and higher towards the bottom of the ship and the strange circular doorway that’s opened up for my arrival.

Yond was right, the alien craft is much less intimating now that its spin has slowed down to a complete stop. It’s now clear to see that what had one appeared as a completely round object is actually made of three distinct sections, each one of them containing what appears to be a large ball bearing.

The platform I’m standing on keeps extending upward, protruding high above the buildings now. From here I can see the whole city below, everyone’s eyes fixed on me and my mission as the news helicopters circle.

Finally, I reach the entrance of the ship. The platform continues upward until, eventually, I have a place to step off.

I now find myself in a large, dimly lit hallway. Not knowing what else to do, I start out with the most basic greeting that I know.

“Hello?” I call.

No response.

I begin to slowly make my way down the hallway towards a massive glowing room in the distance. At this point, my powers of observation are heightened, every ounce of my being sharply focused on the sensations within my body and their relationship to the world around me.

I stop abruptly, suddenly realizing that I definitely feel something now. Deep within me, a desire is blooming, a craving that is so basic and visceral it seems utterly ridiculous, especially in this tense situation.

Somehow, I find myself getting… bored. More specially, I’m beginning to feel a bit fidgety, craving something to do with myself to keep these newly activated portions of my mind occupied.

As I continue to walk deeper into the craft I find myself drumming my fingers on my leg, a slight meandering tune escaping from my lips. I feel like my clothes are on too tight, and soon enough the feeling becomes so powerful that I strip out of my shirt and toss it to the side. By now, I’ve given in to my hyperactivity completely, drumming loudly on my chest with my hands and adding a few skips to my step at random intervals.

Soon I reach the massive glowing room at the end of the hallway, and my fidgeting is interrupted by a loud booming voice.

“How to you feel?” the being questions, emerging forth from the glowing light.

“A little anxious,” I admit. “Nervous, maybe.”

Closer and closer the being floats until it comes perfectly into view, causing my breath to catch in my throat. I had no idea what to expect from this otherworldly creature, but the last thing on my mind was just how incredibly handsome he would be.

I’ve never been with another man before, but I find myself immediately attracted to this floating entity. The creature is muscular and well built, with a perfect set of abs and a chiseled jawline. He looks almost identical to the ship itself, three blue limbs connected to a smaller central mass, and each of them containing a metallic ball bearing within.

“Who are you?” I question, the worlds falling limply from my lips.

“I’m Rono, and we are the fidget spinners,” the creatures explains.

“Fidget spinners?” I continue.

Rono smiles knowingly. “Yes, would you like to see what we can do?”

I nod, realizing now that I’d still been nervously tapping my feet.

“Give me a spin,” says the strange floating object.

I reach out, not exactly sure what I’m doing with myself as I grab ahold of one of the creature’s large flat protrusions. I push down slightly, watching as the plastic limb slowly begins to circle and then stops.

The fidget spinner laughs. “No, no. You must push harder than that. Give me a spin.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I counter.

Rono shakes his head. “This is what I’m here for. Now spin me as hard as you can.”

I take a deep breath and try again, this time bracing myself and then giving the strange object a thrust as hard as I possibly can. Suddenly, Rono’s three limbs have disappeared; transforming into a blurry disk much like the spinner we currently stand within.

The second that I release my spin I feel a strange wave of pleasure wash over me, my entire body sinking into the sweet relief. All of the nervous tension I’d been experiencing drifts away, replaced instead by a powerful and overwhelming warmth as I watch Rono twirl.

I feel as though I’m lost in a trance, simply standing in dumbfounded adoration of the rotating creature. Everything seems right with the world, and all of the anxiety that had been building up around this historic meeting has slipped away, now a forgotten relic of the tense man that I once was.

I notice when Rono starts to slow and this change in pace suddenly breaks me from my trance, causing me to blink rapidly and rub my eyes.

“Whoa,” I blurt, a little startled. “How long has it been?”

“Ten minutes,” the fidget spinner informs me. “You were really enjoying yourself.”
 “Yeah, I guess I was,” I reply.

“How do you feel now?” Rono asks.

I think about this for a moment, checking in as I take a long, slow breath. “I feel great.”

Rono smiles. “As you saw walking in here, our planet and technology can be quite unsettling. I’m sure you noticed this tension when boarding the ship. After living with these high levels of distraction and anxiety for hundreds of thousands of years, we have evolved into an incredibly relaxing species. We were built to relieve your anxiety.”

“That’s incredible,” I gush. “That’s exactly what we need here on Earth.”

“Then we’ve come to the right place,” the fidget spinner replies warmly.

“What’s in it for you, though?” I ask out of genuine concern for my new alien friend. “You’ll relieve anxiety on this planet, but what will you get in return?”

“You’ll spin us,” Rono informs me. “It feels great.”

I laugh. It seems too good to be true, too simple and perfect, but there it is.

“So, I guess this means you come in peace,” I offer.

The fidget spinner nods. “Yes, and we shall seal this meeting with a traditional burnok.”

I stare at the alien blankly. “A what?”

“A burnok,” Rono says again. “A method of mutual relaxation.”

“I’m not sure we have a word for that on our planet,” I inform him.

Rono nods in understanding. “It’s the soothing way that we seal a social contract in our culture, a rational ending to a peaceful encounter.”

“A handshake?” I question.

Rono shakes his head. “No. Let me show you.”

Without warning, the fidget spinner pushes himself up against me, causing an audible gasp to escape my lips. His warm plastic body feels incredible against mine, and although I’m still trying to hold back from any speculation of what this alien tradition might entail, it’s difficult to ignore the homoerotic overtones.

I place my hands on Rono’s hips and then begin to slowly move them up the front of his incredibly toned body, tracing the toned curves of his rippling abs. The fidget spinner does the same to me, embracing my body and working his way across my skin as I tremble and quake with desire.

Soon enough, a massive dick begins to emerge from Rono’s body, rock hard and ready for anything, swelling up into a powerful shaft that digs into my hip.

“I think I understand now,” I tell the handsome fidget spinner. “Let me show you the kind of warm welcome we’re capable of here on Earth.”

Immediately, I drop down to my knees before the handsome living object, beating off his massive dick furiously while I stare up at him with cock-drunk eyes full of overwhelming gay lust.

When I entered this ship, I thought I was prepared for anything, but nothing could’ve equipped me for the incredible arousal that I would find here in Rono’s embrace. We’ve only just met, but I want nothing more than to give myself over to him completely.

I open wide and take the fidget spinner’s shaft between my lips, bobbing my head up and down across his enormous length and few times before pushing down completely. Somehow I managed to relax enough to take the alien spinner’s incredible size all the way to its base, Rono’s cock now fully inserted within my neck in a beautiful deep throat.

I continue to gaze up at my living object lover, giving him a playful wink and then cradling his balls as Rono continues to hold me here. The fidget spinner’s hands are pressed firmly against the back of my head now, taking control as he holds me in place. The spinner is savoring every moment of this, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being completely consumed. He throws his head back and lets out a long, satisfied moan, his eyes shut tight as his body is overwhelmed with aching pleasure.

When the living object finally lets me up I erupt with a frantic gasp, spit hanging down from my lips in a long glistening strand. I waste no time taking this translucent thread and using it as lube, stroking off the handsome alien a few more times.

“I want you inside of me,” I admit. “I want you up this tight gay asshole.”

I strip off my pants and underwear, then lean back onto the ground so that I’m flat on my spine with my legs spread wide.

Rono floats down before me a positions his mammoth cock at the tightly puckered entrance of my butthole, teasing the limits with his utterly enormous rod and then pulling back when my sphincter doesn’t automatically open up for him.

“You’re so tight,” the fidget spinner comments.

“Just shove it in there,” I command. “I can take it. I need you to relieve this tension.”

I hold my legs back even farther, spreading my ass open for him as much as I possibly can.

Rono tries again, positioning himself at the entrance of my ass and then finally slamming forward in one long, powerful thrust.

I let out a yelp of surprise as the well-hung fidget spinner enters me, his substantial girth taking me off-guard as it stretches the limits of my asshole. I was well aware of this living object’s size while I was holding him in my hand, or taking him between my lips, but now that the spinner’s massive rod is deep within my asshole, I can finally grasp his true enormity.

“Oh fuck!” I groan as Rono begins to pump in and out of me.

My swollen dick bounces in the air with every thrust, keeping time with the fidget spinner’s slams against my backside.

“That’s so fucking good! Keep pounding me! Keep pounding me!” I continue.

Rono is slamming me with everything that he’s got now, throwing caution to the wind as he rails my butthole with everything that he’s got. I feel as though I’m being throttled by a massive erotic jackhammer, but what once started as a slightly uncomfortable experience quickly evolves into an aching pleasure. I can feel my body relaxing more and more as we continue fucking, even the subconscious anxiety deep within the tissue of my muscles slipping away.

My prostate is loving every second of this, hit just right from deep within and slowly beginning to simmer with orgasmic energy. I realize now that I could cum at almost any moment, but before I get a chance, the fidget spinner suddenly pulls out of me and grabs me by the hips.

Suddenly, Rono is flipping me over with his muscular arms, turning me around so that I’m now sitting on my hands and knees in the doggie style position. I reach back and give my ass a playful slap, then spread one cheek open for my new alien lover so that he can get a good look at my reamed butthole.

“Do it!” I command.

Rono wastes no time, placing his shaft at the entrance of my ass once again then slamming forward.

My eyes roll back into my head as I brace myself against the living object’s firm slams, the sensations running wild in my body picking up exactly where they left off. I’m completely at Rono’s service, thankful to allow him use of my asshole in any way that the handsome fidget spinner sees fit.

We only get a few pounds in, however, before my plastic alien lover changes course completely. The living object begins to slow down, deescalating his rhythm until eventually he is holding deep within, stopped completely.

The hulking fidget spinner leans down and whispers something into my ear that makes me tremble with desire.

“Spin me,” Rono demands.

I reach back over my shoulder with one hand, grabbing on tight to the nearest appendage. I take a deep breath, ready for anything, then throw the fidget spinner into a furious twirl.

Immediately, the sensation within my asshole changes, shifting into an even more pleasant fullness than before. There’s a vibration spilling out through my body, a subtle yet undeniable response to the handsome lover who spins in a blinding circle above me.

Moment’s later, I can feel the ground below me disappearing as Rono takes off, lifting me up with him. We begin to float through the air like a homoerotic helicopter.

“This is incredible,” I gush.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” the fidget spinner boasts. “Let’s show the world what kind of peace our people can find with one another.”

We begin floating back down the hallway as a homoerotic helicopter, a single unit of interplanetary lust. Within my body, the pleasure still continues to bloom, bubbling out through my arms and legs as I tremble and shake.

Eventually, we reach the entrance of the ship, dropping down and floating out into the fresh air. The view from here is absolutely breathtaking, my vision of this spectacular city stretching out all the way to the distant beaches.

Immediately, the crowds below start to roar with excitement, thrilled to see that someone or something has finally left the ship.

I look up and wave to the news helicopters as Rono begins to float us around in a large circle, showing off as he continues to rapidly spin within my butthole.

The feelings of happiness and gratitude that the crowd’s adoration from below gives me is almost indescribable, and as it mixes with the powerful vibrations within my butthole, I suddenly realize that the time for my climax has finally arrived.

“Oh my god! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fucking cum!” I loudly announce, my body starting to spasm wildly in the air.

I can feel my muscles clenching down and then releasing in rapid succession, struggling to understand the signals that my trembling prostate is sending out across my body. In a fit of blinding arousal, I reach down and begin to beat off my cock, pushing myself over the edge completely and exploding in a visceral eruption of pleasure.

Suddenly, hot white jizz is ejecting from the head of my cock in a series of pearly ropes, cascading downward onto the city streets below. I throw my head back and let out a wild shriek, my body completely overwhelmed with pleasure.

The next thing I know, Rono is cumming as well, his massive dong spilling forth within my ass. My rectum quickly runs out of room and, soon enough, the semen is erupting from the tightly plugged corners of my rump, running down the sides of my ass cheeks in thick milky streaks.

Utterly fucked senseless, me and the fidget spinner begin to drift lower and lower, finally coming to a stop on the rooftop of a nearby building. The handsome living object lands carefully and then pulls himself out of me, spilling cum everywhere.

“That was incredible,” I tell Rono.

“Still think there’s any question about our species getting along?” the fidget spinner jokes.

I shake my head. “Nope, and I think the whole world knows it now.” I point up at the news helicopters that continue to circle.

Rono and me sit in silence for a moment, catching our breath.

“I want you to know, this isn’t just some big public service to me,” I inform the living spinner. “It’s good that we taught the world about peace and understanding, but at the end of the day, what we have is bigger than that.”
 “Bigger than alien contact?” questions Rono.

“Yes,” I nod. “What we have… is love.”

The fidget spinner smiles and then wraps his arms around me, pulling me close as he kisses me passionately on the lips.

“I love you, too,” Rono announces. “Want to give another spin?”

The living object hovers above me for a moment, smiling wide as I reach out and place my hand on one of his three plastic appendages.

I hesitate only briefly, then give Rono a powerful spin, letting out a long sigh as any tension that was left within my body evaporates into nothing.