Friday Pounds Me In The Butt - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

greetings buckroos ITS THAT TIME AGAIN. that is right friday has arrived in its infinite loop, stretching from the beginning of time all the way back to now, returning over and over again as we wander back and forth between realities in a confused disoriented state. HOWEVER taking a moment to ground yourself with a classic tingler might be just the trick.

this story was crafted back when i decided to write a tingler for each day of the week, which is actually now a paperback bundle here and is pretty dang fun. IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME since i am on a quest to write a tingler about every thing that exists.

anyway happy friday buckaroos hope you have a nice weekend lets get out there and PROVE LOVE IS REAL

Renrot is a straight A college student on the verge of graduation, but when his test scores start to drastically slip, it soon becomes apparent that Renrot’s life is suffering from a lack of balance.

Now realizing that it’s actually possible to study yourself stupid, Renrot heads out for a night of partying that will hopefully put his head back on straight, and finds it in the form of the handsome physical manifestation of Friday.

But is a hardcore anal encounter with Friday enough to turn Renrot’s grades around and maintain his straight A status?

This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling human on gay day action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, cream pies and sentient Friday love.

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FRIDAY POUNDS ME IN THE BUTT

By Chuck Tingle

As a college senior on the verge of graduating, I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting lately, looking back on my years as a student to remember the good times and the bad. It’s gonna be strange finally leaving this place and heading out into the real world.

Of course, I haven’t graduated yet, and with a few more tests over the week, and one massive final looming in the not so distant future, I need to buckle down more than I ever have before if I’m gonna cross the finish line in a way that I can be proud of.

Fortunately, studying has never been difficult for me. When it comes to putting my head down and pushing through a mountain of work, I feel like some kind of superhero. In fact, my friends often say that I study too much, but they also don’t have straight As like I do.

At least, that’s what I used to have.

I’m sitting in the lecture hall as our papers are returned, not paying much attention since I already know the grade I’ll receive. I knew every answer like the back of my hand, not a single guess in the whole bunch.

The three-stapled pages arrive on my desk and I scoff loudly, then glance up at the fellow student who was entrusted with handing these sheets back. “This isn’t mine,” I inform him.

My peer looks confused, picking up the paper and reading the name across the top. “Aren’t you Renrot Orb?”

I narrow my eyes, then grab the test back, focusing on the familiar words scribbled across the top. This is, in fact, my name, but the grade is not at all what I was expecting.

“I got an F?” I say aloud, more to myself than anyone else.

“Sorry,” the student before me offers as he continues down the aisle.

I now sit in stunned silence, trying my best to make sense of the world around me. At first, I’m certain this is some kind of practical joke, but as I flip through the pages and assess my answers, I slowly begin to realize the horrific truth, I simply got everything wrong.

“Alright class,” my professor, a handsome unicorn named Nimm announces. “That’s all for today, remember to study hard this weekend, the final is bright and early Monday morning and I want you all the do well. Don’t party too hard.”

The rest of the class erupts from their seats around me but I stay steadfast in my chair, still completely dumbfounded by the strange turn that my life has taken.

Nimm notices me sitting like this and motions for me to come see him at the front of the room.

I stand and make my way down to the handsome unicorn, who sits knowingly behind his desk. There’s a look of grave concern on his face.

“Please tell me this is some kind of joke,” I begin.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” Professor Nimm replies. “What’s going on, Renrot?”

I shake my head. “I wish I knew. I thought I passed this thing with flying colors, but it looks like I was way off. My grades are so good in this class, that one little test can’t possibly effect my overall grade.”

Nimm nods. “That’s true, this test won’t effect your grade, but it’s more than just this test. You’ve got three assignments going through the grading process, and they’re all Fs.”

“What?” I blurt.

“Listen, I’m as surprised as you are, but I need to grade fairly. You’re turning in F work,” Nimm informs me. “Something must be going on at home.”

“Everything’s fine,” I assure him.

“Well, I hope so,” the unicorn professor continues. “If you don’t ace the final then your grade is going to drop significantly.”

I want to protest, to fight my way back into Nimm’s good graces, but at this point I know it’s just not possible. I like this professor, and he’s one of the most fair and balanced instructors I’ve got. He’s not just gonna cut me some slack because I beg him too, I need to earn it.

“Alright,” I finally say. “I’m gonna study twice as hard. I’ll get it together for the final.”

Nimm smiles, but despite his best efforts to seem confident I can see his doubt shining through the cracks. “Well, you’ve got all weekend.”

I take back my test and slip it into my bag, then turn and head out of the lecture hall, my mind still buzzing with nervous anxiety. While my thoughts had once been tuned towards how this revelation of my grade just isn’t possible, I’ve not accepted the truth, and moved onto fixing my mistakes. I’m gonna study until my eyes fall out.

I make my way directly across campus, ignoring any distractions in my wake until I finally arrive at the library, which is already packed with other students who are diligently studying for their finals. Most of the tables are already taken, but I eventually find a quiet spot near the back when I can spread my materials out and get some serious work in.

Immediately, I sit down and start to study, pulling out my textbooks and beginning my review of the last few chapters, specifically the ones where everything started to go downhill.

After three or four pages of diligent reading I suddenly stop, looking back on the information I’ve just gathered. I try to remember the original purpose of this selection, but I somehow can’t. In fact, I can’t really remember anything about what I just read, in one ear and out the other.

I start over, reading the first three pages again and then suddenly becoming panicked when I realize that absolutely nothing makes any sense to me.

“Hey,” someone whispers in a hushed tone above me, breaking me out of my deep concentration.

I glance up to see my friend Porter, who immediately sits down in the chair across from me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Porter questions.

“Studying,” I inform him, barely looking up from my work.

“We were supposed to meet for lunch after class,” Porter reminds me, something that I’d completely forgotten about. “I was standing out there in the courtyard for like twenty minutes.”

I let out a long sigh, then finally cease my diligent studying long enough to look my friend in the eyes. “I’m sorry about that. It was a dick move. I’ve just got a crazy amount of studying to do.”

Porter flashes me a skeptical expression. “I mean, do you really have to study more? That’s all you do anyway.”

“This time it’s for real,” I inform my friend. “My last four assignments and tests were Fs”

“What?” Porter blurts, a little too loud and drawing the attention of other students around us. He settles once more and then repeats his outburst at a slightly lower volume. “What?”

“It’s crazy, but it’s true. All I know is that I need to be studying for this final twice as hard as I normally would, which mean’s I’m probably not going to leave this library until Monday morning.”

Porter leans back in his chair, eyeing me up. I can see out of my peripheral vision that he’s deeply focused on something, his thoughts whirring by at a mile a minute.

“Maybe that’s your problem,” Porter finally offers. “What if you’re studying too hard?”

I can’t help but laugh at this absurd notion, now drawing a few glares of my own from the quiet library patrons that surround us.

“That’s ridiculous,” I counter.

“Is it?” Porter continues. “How much did you study for your last four projects or tests?”

“A lot,” I inform him.

“And did it help?” Porter continues.

I hate to admit it, but my friend has a good point. If I had to describe my brain at the moment, I would call it fatigued. “No,” I finally admit.

Porter nods. “You’re overdoing it buddy. I know you think I’m crazy, but it’s the truth. If you study this hard it turns your brain to mush, because life is all about balance.”

“I know, I know,” I finally admit.

“I’m not saying that you shouldn’t study at all,” Porter continues. “I’m just saying that you should maybe take a break first and have a little fun. You’ve got all weekend, why not spend your Friday night having a good time and then Saturday and Sunday you can do all the cramming you want.”

“You really think that will work?” I question.

“I know it will,” Porter assures me. “And you’re in luck. Friday is having a huge party, tonight.”

I furrow my brow a bit, confused. “What?”
 “Friday is having a party tonight,” Porter repeats. “His ragers are absolutely insane. If you wanna get all your partying out on a single evening, then this is the place to do it.”

“I still have no idea what you’re saying,” I offer again. “Like, I know all the words, but the arrangement of them is very, very odd.”

“Who cares, you’re coming,” Porter replies with a smile.

My friend wasn’t kidding, this party is one for the record books.

The music blasting from inside this enormous Victorian era home could be heard from what seems like miles away, echoing out down the streets and calling college students towards it like sailors to a siren. Porter and me are part of this mob, trekking through the darkness toward this notorious party-house near campus.

“How do they get to be so loud?” I ask my friend. “The cops should’ve shut this down hours ago.”
 Porter shakes his head. “Nobody’s gonna mess with Friday. If he wanted to, he could just disappear and then there’s only Saturday left to have fun. Nobody dares fuck with Friday.”

I still have no idea what my friend is talking about, but I decide to go with it, pledging myself to an evening of carefree fun. The last thing I want to do tonight is think too much.

When we arrive at the house there are already handfuls of people passed out in the lawn or hanging from the windows. Chocolate milk is being consumed by the gallons, fueling the wild atmosphere and pushing things even further.

“Let’s go get some milk,” Porter offers, leading us inside.

I follow closely behind, blown away by just how many partiers can somehow cram themselves into this home.

We arrive at the chocolate milk keg and pump out some of this delicious, creamy liquid into nearby red cups, then each take a long, satisfying sip. I scan the room, trying to get my bearings on tonight’s scene.

My eyes immediately stop when I see him, the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. His form is strange and semi translucent, holding the basic shape of a toned, muscular human being but also swirling chaotically in a tornado of matter and energy. The being is made up of good times, visions of keg cups and sunny days rotating through him in a spastic loop.

“Who is that?” I stammer.

“Friday,” Porter informs me.

Suddenly, it all makes sense.

“Wait, like the actual day?” I question.

“That’s the one,” Porter continues. “He goes to school here. Been trying to graduate for thousands of years now, probably more, but he just can’t stop partying.”

“Damn,” is all that I can say, my eyes completely transfixed on Friday’s incredible toned abs.

“You wanna meet him?” Porter suddenly asks. “We have the same English class. He knows me.”

“Oh, no,” I stammer, but before I can stop him, Porter is dragging me through the living room to meet this notorious, physically manifested day of the week.

A look of recognition crosses Friday’s face as he sees Porter approaching. “Hey man, what’s up?” Friday offers with a smile. Giving Porter a loving hug. “Glad you could make it!”

“Glad to be here!” Porter replies, then steps to the side. “This is my friend, Renrot.”

The second that Friday and me lock eyes something changes in the room, the very essence of reality shifting in a subtle, yet potent, way that informs me everything will be different from this point on. The attraction between us is immediately buzzing, so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Renrot,” Friday repeats back to me. “That’s a beautiful name.”

“Thank you,” I reply with a smile.

Porter immediately recognized the sparks flying between us and plays the perfect wingman by excusing himself quickly. Waving goodbye as he steps back into the crowd.

“I haven’t really seen you around,” Friday continues. “Do you go here?”

I nod. “Yeah, but I’m usually in the library.”

Friday laughs mischievously. “Yep, that would explain it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the inside that place, and I’ve been going to school here for very, very long time. What brings you out tonight? Seems like you should be studying.”

“I think I might’ve been studying a little too much lately,” I inform the sentient concept of a specific amount of time. “I need a night of fun.”

The second that Friday hears this he gets a twinkle in his eye, a slight smirk crossing his lips. “Well, I’m the original night of fun.”

“Yeah, you are,” I coo, playing into it now. I fully recognize what’s happening here, and have no problem pushing even deeper into it. After all, this is exactly what tonight’s all about.

“You wanna head upstairs for a minute?” Friday questions. “That’s where the real party is.”
 I know exactly what this means, and suddenly the fun and games become incredibly serious. Up until this point, my party experiment had seemed like a harmless, but thrilling, roller coaster, without any real consequences to consider. Now, the safety harness has been released.

Still, the cravings within me don’t lie. I want to fuck this handsome living day.

“Sure,” I finally offer.

Friday smiles and takes me by the hand, leading me through the crowded party and towards a nearby staircase. As we begin to ascend, I glance back over my shoulder and spot Porter, who gives me an excited thumbs up.

Soon enough, me and Friday have arrived at the upstairs landing, where the crowd is significantly thinner. We continue onward, however, past a paid security guard and up yet another flight of stairs until we find ourselves in an empty master bedroom. Friday closes the door behind him.

“So, this is where the realparty is?” I question. “Doesn’t look like it to me.”
 “Just wait,” Friday counters.

The next thing I know we are kissing passionately, our hands all over one another as we tear away our clothing and toss it to the side. I gasp aloud as my hands make their way across the perfect topography of Friday’s abs, blown away by their chiseled definition.

“This is so crazy,” I moan.

“Maybe a little crazy is exactly what you need,” Friday offers in return.

Lower and lower my hands drift until they wrap tight around the sentient day’s swollen rod, gripping his mammoth shaft. I being to pump my hand slowly across Friday’s thick, sturdy cock, enjoying the way that he pushes his hip back against me. We quickly fall into sync with one another, Friday groaning quietly into my ear as my lips kiss their way across his muscular neck and shoulders.

Eventually, I drop down lower and lower, letting my lips leave a trail of faint wetness across the living day’s body until I’m kneeling before him, staring up at the handsome sentient selection of time while my eyes overflow with cock drunk lust. I open wide and take Friday’s gigantic dick between my lips, swallowing hungry and immediately getting to work pumping my face up and down across his incredible length. I begin to play with the handsome day’s hanging balls, teasing them with a gentle grace that Friday seems to greatly appreciate.

Faster and faster I pump my head over the sentient concept’s length, building speed until I’m absolutely jackhammering my face onto his shaft. With no place left to go, I decide to switch things up and make a play for depth over haste.

I push down onto Friday’s shaft as deep as I can go, not getting very far before hitting the limits of my gag reflex and pulling back in a sputtering mess. Spit flies everywhere as I gasp for air, a long glistening strand of saliva hanging from my lips as I struggle to collect myself.

“One more try,” I offer, giving the handsome physically manifested day a playful wink.

I open wide and push my face down onto Friday’s member yet again, only this time I force myself to relax, releasing all of the tension and nervousness that had been building up within my body. Somehow, my gag reflex relents this time, allowing Friday safe passage into my depths. Deeper and deeper the handsome day’s cock slides until, eventually, I find my face pressed hard against Friday’s abs, his cock fully inserted within my neck.

I stay here for as long as I possibly can, submitting myself to Friday as he groans above me. Despite the sentient day’s incredible size, I find myself handling him easily, even slipping my tongue out and lightly tickling his balls.

When I finally run out of air, I pull back in a state of belligerent, sex crazed lust, ready to take things to the next level. I stand up immediately, and pull off my pants and underwear, then strut over to the nearby bed. I lean over and pop my ass out towards Friday, wiggling my rump from side to side before reaching back to give myself a hard slap.

“Get over here and fuck me,” I demand. “Right fucking now.”

Friday steps up behind me and aligns his gigantic rod with the tightly puckered entrance of my back door, pushing forward against my anal seal and then pulling back. He’s teasing me now, having a little fun.

“Just do it,” I growl.

“Beg for it,” the sentient day retorts.

“Fuck me right now, Friday!” I shout. “Shove that fat cock of yours up my tight asshole!”

Friday smiles, thrilled by how much I’ve allowed myself to let loose. To be honest, even I’m a little surprised, but I’m certainly not complaining.

Finally, the living day relents and slams forward, which causes me to cry out in shock and slight discomfort. While his dick has been easy enough to wrangle within my mouth, the limits of my sphincter are another story entirely. As the handsome, muscular day starts to push in and out of me I groan loudly, my eyes closed tight as my hands grip onto the bed.

For the first time tonight, I feel as though I might be in over my head. My ass is stretched beyond anything I would’ve previously thought possible, and the sensations that flow through me are far from comfortable. The longer that we go, however, the more my anal passageway begins to relax, the feelings of ache melting away to reveal a pleasant warmth underneath.

Friday takes me slowly at first, carefully warming me up with a series of deep, firm pounds and then gradually picking up the pace as I adjust to the penetration.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I start to repeat to myself as Friday gains speed, my eyes rolling into the back of my head in a state of blissed out hedonism.

Eventually, Friday is giving it to me with everything he’s got, plowing my butthole with reckless abandon as the first sensations of prostate orgasm begin to make their way out across my body. I’m trembling with desire now, quaking hard as the feelings of warmth begin to course through every vein.

I reach down between my legs and grab ahold of my hanging dick to help myself along, beating my rod in time with the pumps from Friday. Now the pleasure within me is building up from two distinct locations, eventually flowing together and sending me hurtling off the cliff of orgasm.

I throw my head back and let out a powerful scream as hot white spunk ejects hard from the head of my shaft, splattering across the side of the bed. The feeling is so incredible that I nearly buckle at the knees, but somehow manage to remain upright as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through my body.

Behind me, Friday picks up speed and then slams deep within, expelling a load of his own.

The handsome living day’s jizz flows forth into my butthole, filling me up until there’s no room left and then squirting out from the edges of my tightly packed anal rim. His cum runs down the back of my legs in thick, milky streaks.

“That was incredible,” I moan as Friday removes his cock from my ass.

“You can say that again,” the handsome day offers.

Friday opens his arms and gives me a long, deep hug, our bodies silently exchanging information in this powerful, but silent moment.

After a good while of this, Friday finally pulls back and looks down at me. “I guess that means you probably need to get back to studying now, huh?”

I smile, considering his words for a moment. “That can wait until tomorrow,” I tell him. “How about we go share a chocolate milk?”

“I’d like that,” Friday offers in return.

In all of my time as a college student, I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous to receive a test back from a professor.

While I was taking the final, everything seemed to make perfect sense in my head, the answers just flowing out of me with absolute certainty.

Of course, that’s exactly what happened last time, and I ended up with an F.

I know that I could’ve just walked up and asked Professor Nimm what my grade was at the start of the class, but for some reason I’m just too nervous. I’d rather let things take their natural course. It’s out of my hands now, after all.

The teaching assistants start at the bottom of the lecture hall and work their way up, passing out papers along the way and leaving a trail of extreme emotions in their wake. Some of the students nearly leap out of their seats with excitement, while others just hang their heads in shame. I hope to be the former.

Eventually, the assistant passing out papers arrives at my desk, but they skip over me.

“Hey,” I blurt. “You don’t have my final?”

The assistant quickly flips through the pages in his stack, looking for my name. “No, I’m sorry,” he finally says, then continues on his way.

Maybe someone else has it, I think to myself, but eventually the entire class is humming with excitement and I still have nothing on the desk before me.

“Alright everyone, have a good summer!” Professor Nimm says loudly, “You’re excused. Oh, and Renrot, could you come see me?”

I feel a stab of fear course through my body as the handsome unicorn teacher makes this request, but I try to stay calm. I stand up from my chair and slowly make my way down to the front of the quickly emptying lecture hall. By the time I get there, only the professor and me remain.

“Please tell me my final didn’t get lost or something,” I stammer. “I swear I turned it in.”

The professor smiles, then reaches over and opens up his desk, pulling out a completed final and handing it to me.

I glance down at the pages and breathe out an incredible sigh of relief when I see the giant A plus scrawled across the front. “Thank god,” I gush.

“Thank yourself,” Professor Nimm offers. “You get all the credit.”

“This is so amazing,” I say, shaking my head from side to side in disbelief.

“Sorry if I scared you by not passing your paper back with the rest of the class,” the unicorn continues, “but I wanted to talk to you. Your final essay was… frankly, incredible. Your writing has always been good, but a little sterile. Something happened to you, it’s like you’ve found a balance. You’re writing with so much heart all of a sudden. It’s a shame this all happened during the final assignment.”

“Thank you,” I reply, still a little in shock.

“I want you to be my new teacher’s assistant next year,” the professor offers. “It would be a shame to have you leave campus now that you’re turning in work like this.”
 I mull over the unicorn professor’s offer for a moment, but I already know the answer deep down in my soul.

“I can’t,” I finally reply. “Thank you so much, I’m flattered, but I’ve spent enough time here getting ready for my life. I think it’s about time I got out there in the world and started living.”

“Fair enough,” Professor Nimm replies with an understanding smile. The unicorn straightens up a bit. “Well, I guess this is it then. This is probably the last time I’ll ever see you, Renrot.”

“Oh no,” I reply, shaking my head and waving away his concerns. “I’ll be back on campus every Friday. I just started dating someone who still goes here. I think they’re gonna do a great job of balancing me out.”