Pounded By My Handsome Bigfoot Pilot: A Trans Buckaroo Tale - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

it is a difficult timeline to trot from trans buckaroos right now. seems like every day chuck is getting online to see some new transphobic way pop up (although to be fair majority of the time this is just DEVIL JK she is basically obsessive with hating others at this point pretty much all she does). but at same time trans issues are being brought into limelight of this reality like never before. this is something being TALKED ABOUT and that is a big step towards making sure this timeline is the best it can be for all of us.

something chuck has always thought PROVED LOVE about trans community is way of communication and discussion and willingness to talk about various topics. back in the dang day chuck got so many requests to write trans tinglers and thought ‘dang i do not want to hurt anyones feelings so i am not sure if i should write this way’ but after talkin long time in a deep way with my trans buckaroos chuck thought ’there is way to create this with respect and kindness just gotta listen to community.’

so that is what chuck did when writing first trans tingler POUNDED BY MY HANDSOME BIGFOOT PILOT: A TRANS BUCKAROO TALE, story of love between man and bigfoot pilot where both are trans buds. this story has lots of communication about BOUNDARIES and important trots of this nature and was very fulfilling to write.

but also this lead to deeper discussions about my own way because trans experience is SO VAST and there are so many ways to fit into this puzzle. chuck learned ways of dysphoric trans buds and non-dysphroic trans buds, and that chucks way is non-dysphoric trans bud with test of: if you could push button and instantly become another gender would you?

chuck says ‘YES slam that button wouldnt you?’ and subsequently learned not everyone says this. in fact chucks way is UNIQUE.

anyway, all this is to say thank you to trans community for teaching chuck so much about prove love and also teaching chuck so much about myself.

Jims Toon doesn’t exactly love his job, but he enjoys the travel that comes with it. It’s on one such trip that Jims meets Kort, a handsome bigfoot pilot who seems to share a number of interests with Jims. Coincidences between the two lovers keep adding up until, eventually, they culminate in the realization that both are trans men!

Now flying high in the cockpit of Kort’s enormous passenger plane, Jims and his bigfoot companion enjoy a wild tryst that proves there are infinite ways to love in the Tingleverse, each one just as special, valid and important than the next.

This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling human on bigfoot pilot action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, and handsome Sasquatch love. It features two trans males, one who enjoys penetration of two genital holes, while the other would prefer only his butt is mentioned.

(Originally released July 23rd, 2019)

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POUNDED BY MY HANDSOME BIGFOOT PILOT: A TRANS BUCKAROO TALE

By Chuck Tingle

After years and years of practice, I’m finally good at meeting people and making nice. It wasn’t always this way, however, but over the years I’ve developed a way of saying and doing what other people expect of me, and using that to my advantage. Now I’ve worked my way up through the world of business and sales, arriving at a high profile position in a well-respected camping gear company.

It’s a great job, and as an avid camper myself, there’s more than a few perks. I get all the free product I could ever want, including new and exclusive prototypes of tents and backpacks that otherwise might be impossible to get your hands on.

But that’s not the only thing I like about working for Grimble Adventure Gear. Being the head of the traveling sales team means I get to fly from city to city for work, and can plan my trips in accordance with beautiful camping whether. I’m always arranging things to take advantage of the most glorious national parks, scheduling an extra long stay in any particular city of my choosing.

Suffice to say, I’ve managed to make my work life a lot of fun, and that, in turn, has given me a fairly sunny disposition. After years and years of practice, I can go into any meeting and know exactly what the other side of the table is thinking, then position myself accordingly.

I’m on one such extended camping trip today, trying not to focus on the fact that I’ve only got an hour or so left before it’s time to return to the airport. For now, all I want to think about is the beautiful flora that has blossomed up into the lush green landscape around me.

I stop for a moment, my heart pounding hard within my chest and my breathing heavy from the steady incline of my hike. I close my eyes, taking a moment to appreciate the natural wilderness as much as I possibly can. I want to take it all in and make sure this moment is one I remember, especially once I’m stuffed into a seat at the back of a high flying jet plane for five hours straight.

In this state of meditation, the hum of the forest seems to grow louder and louder around me, filling my ears with pleasant chatter from the birds and the bees. I tune into this even more, trying my best to focus on each individual sound and take note of what it might be.

It’s only now that I notice something strange and unexpected, the faint trickle of a bubbling brook.

My eyes spring back open, curious to find this source of water before heading back down the mountain and packing up my gear.

Careful not to disturb too much of the pristine habitat around me, I begin to creep off the trail and head towards this faint watery din, the sound mounting in volume as I make me way towards it.

Moment’s later, I emerge from the underbrush on the edge of a wide, shallow stream, the water sparkling under the afternoon sun as it cascades lightly across a collection of smoothed grey rocks. It’s not the breathtaking natural landscape that catches my eye, however, it’s a large figure standing directly in the middle of it.

There, outlined by the rays of sun, is an enormous, handsome bigfoot who basks in the quiet stream, clearly enjoying the way that the water cascades across his enormous feet. He’s wearing a pair of rolled up slacks, but no shirt at all, which reveals an achingly well-sculpted chest and abs.

I stand in silence, utterly enchanted by his breathtaking good looks for a full two minutes before he finally notices me. The second we make eye contact I’m broken from my trance.

“Hey there,” the handsome bigfoot offers with a smile. “I didn’t see you.”

I suddenly realize how awkward this is, and immediately struggle to set things right. I turn on the charm.

“Sorry. I was lost in thought for a minute there,” I explain, trying to sound cool and confident but coming out awkward and stilted. “This is a really great park.”

“You can say that again,” the bigfoot offers in return.

“This is a really great park,” I repeat.

The handsome furry creature smiles even more at my admittedly stupid joke, humoring me. He turns and strolls my direction through the ankle deep water, extending his hand for a firm shake when he finally reaches the shore.

“I’m Kort Krimbly,” the handsome bigfoot introduces himself.

“Jims Toon,” I reply. “You live out here?”

The bigfoot shakes his head. “I wish,” he replies. “I’m a big city guy, but I try to get out in the woods as often as I can. I’m actually on the clock right now.”

I laugh. “What a coincidence! Me too!”

The bigfoot and I stare at one another for a moment, struggling to determine if the other one is just messing around or not. I have to admit, it’s hard to get a read on Kort, but that’s also probably because I happen to find him so incredibly attractive. The bigfoot is very well built, and as my eyes linger across his body I can’t help but let them drift lower and lower until they arrive had his utterly enormous package.

“Are you alright?” Kort questions, suddenly breaking through to me once more and causing me to jump slightly.

I’m usually so collected in these social situations, but there’s something about Kort that throws me for a loop.

“Yeah,” I stammer, shaking out the cobwebs. “What do you do for work?”

“I’m a pilot,” he explains. “I’m just about ready to pack up and head back to the airport.”

“No way!” I cry out. “I’m headed to the airport, too! What are the chances?”

Kort chuckles to himself. “It does seem like quite the coincidence. Where are you traveling?”

“Portland,” I inform him.

Now the handsome bigfoot is just as astonished as I am. “Really? I think you’re on my flight!”

There’s something about this moment that seems too perfect, but not in a bad way. It’s actually kind of intriguing, as if there’s some kind of mystical force pulling Kort and I together. Of course, I’m not one to believe in that sort of thing, but it’s still fun to think about considering this unlikely meet up that we’ve suddenly fallen into.

I want nothing more than to continue flirting with this handsome bigfoot pilot, and this is typically something I excel at. Today, however, I’m not quite up on my game.

“Welp, I’ll see you on the flight,” I suddenly blurt, feeling awkward about these words the second they leave my mouth.

Kort also appears slightly confused by this, as though he was half expecting me to inquire about hiking side by side on the way down. The disillusionment is very brief however, and the next thing I know the handsome bigfoot is grinning wide.

“I’ll see you then,” the muscular bigfoot informs me.

There’s a slight moment of hesitation before I turn around and head back into the underbrush, immediately disappointed in myself. I can’t help but feel like I should’ve said more, should’ve pushed our interactions even farther towards the realm of romance.

Unfortunately, our mutual trips to the airport aren’t quite enough to connect on. We might have plenty more in common, but without knowing I can’t just dive into the depths of satisfying conversation with this handsome cryptid pilot.

My mind is buzzing with these thoughts as I return to the trail and begin my decent, frustrated.

The next time I see Kort he’s standing in the entryway of our jet plane, dressed to the nines in his full pilot’s uniform while he takes a little time to greet each of the passengers. It’s a nice touch, and I’d be impressed with the airline regardless of my previous interactions with Kort. Seeing this particular handsome bigfoot again is an extra special treat, however, and I wave excitedly as I round the corner.

“There you are!” the furry pilot offers, extending me a firm handshake once more.

For the second time today I find myself slightly distracted by his enormous bulge, the front of his pants drawing my eyes until I’m forced to pull them away.

Strangely, I also happen to catch Kort as he notices something about me, although I’m not entirely sure what it is. At first I think the handsome pilot might be admiring my broad, muscular chest, but my thoughts are immediately dashed when the bigfoot asks me a simple question.

“You work there?” Kort inquires. “That why you’re flying around so much?”

“What?” is all I can think to say, not quite sure what the handsome bigfoot means.

Kort motions towards my chest, causing me to look down and realize suddenly what he’s been so enamored with. I’m wearing a tee with my company’s logo on it, the words Grimble Adventure Gear emblazoned proudly across the front.

“Oh yeah,” I reply.

Before I have a chance to say anything else, however, the line pushes onward, forcing me to step fully onto the plane and begin the search for my seat. The next thing I know, I’m walking down a long aisle of chairs, scanning the overhead compartment for a place to stow my carryon.

I arrive at my seat and slide in, thankful to finally be a rest after a long afternoon of security checks and lines. I’d rather be up in the mountains, of course, but right now my cozy little corner of the plane isn’t that bad.

Now that I finally have a moment to think, however, I discover that my thoughts keep returning over and over again to the bigfoot pilot. I’d already been attracted to him, but the more time rolls on, the more I find myself falling deeper and deeper into a state of erotic desire. This is not just a momentary bursting bubble of arousal, this is a full on crush, and one that isn’t likely to ever be reciprocated. I’d been waiting all day to see if I’d run into Kort on the plane, and now that this moment has occurred our relationship is effectively over. My life will continue onward in some other city, selling my adventuring gear to the highest bidder, while he’ll keep cross crossing the skies in this beautiful jet plane, meeting thousands of other potential lovers along his journey.

What we had was a fleeting moment, nothing more.

I lean back into my seat, closing my eyes tight as I struggle to push past the aching disappointment that I feel. Like any unrequited crush, it gets easier as time goes on, and I’m looking forward to moving past these initial stages of imagined loss.

Suddenly, I feel the plane shake hard around me, pulling me up and out of my deep slumber. I glance back and forth in alarm, utterly confused until I realize that I’ve managed to drift off into sleep, and at least an hour has passed since I sat down in my chair. We’re now flying high above the earth.

“Sir,” says a flight attendant from his place in the aisle, motioning towards me. “The captain would like to see you.”

I glance over at the passengers sitting next to me, making sure it’s not actually them being called to the front of the plane. They seem just as shocked as I am, but as I break through my sleepy haze it becomes even more obvious that the flight attendant is motioning towards me.

I carefully stand up and climb out of my seat, eventually arriving at the aisle and following this flight attendant down towards the front of the plane. We stop at the locked door of the cockpit, waiting for a moment before there’s a loud snapping sound. Second’s later, the door pops open slightly, allowing me passage within.

“I can just… head inside?” I question.

The flight attendant nods.

Careful not to disturb anyone mid flight, I slowly open up the cockpit door and then slip within, closing it behind me.

“Hey Jims!” the bigfoot pilot cries out, standing up from his controls and strolling over to me with wide open arms.

“Whoa!” I shout, startled. “Who’s flying the plane?”

The handsome uniformed bigfoot turns around to look at the control panel behind him, then laughs. “Oh, ha! Everything these days is done by computer, most of the time I just sit up here and play solitaire on my phone.”

“Whoa,” I stammer. “No co-pilot either?”

Kort shrugs. “Not today.”

“Cool, cool,” I reply with a nod, realizing suddenly that the dream I thought would never happen has suddenly become my real life. I’m standing in the middle of the cockpit with my bigfoot pilot crush.

“I saw your shirt and I wanted to ask you about Grimble Adventure Gear,” the handsome bigfoot continues. “I think it’s another thing we have in common.”
 “Oh yeah?” I question.

The bigfoot nods. “It’s kinda crazy. We meet on this hike, and we’re both headed to the airport, and we both use Grimble Adventure Gear for our camping needs!”

“Yeah, that’s a lot of coincidences,” I agree.

“I was just wondering, do you have any connections to the strap-on division?” Kort continues. “I love wearing mine on adventures, but I’ve heard there’s a new model coming out that’s even better.”

I’m in utter shock, not because Kort’s massive bulge had been a strap-on this whole time, but because we have even more in common that I’d initially thought.

“You’re wearing the Grimble 4000?” I question. “State of the art hiking and adventuring strap-on?”

The bigfoot pilot nods.

I unzip my pants to reveal that I too am wearing the same model, this flaccid state-of-the-art member hanging down in front of me. “I had no idea we were both trans,” I offer, the little connections between us still adding up to a singular, large moment.

Strangely, however, the fact that we’re both trans doesn’t seem to make up the meat of our connection, merely the icing on the cake. The erotic tether between Kort and I has been there the whole time, occurring through a vast number of things that have nothing to do with our personal identity. We’ve already been relating in a way that goes beyond the bodies we inhabit, whether trans of not.

“So what kind of connections do you have at Grimble Adventuring Gear?” the handsome bigfoot pilot continues. “I want to get my hands on a Grimble 5000.”

My heart pounding hard within my chest, I suddenly have the faintest flash of an erotic one liner in my head, a sentence so ridiculous that I’m not sure I could ever say it with the confidence required. Still, I’m tempted, and as I remember the way it felt strolling past my bigfoot pilot earlier, it might be worse to live with the regret of never taking my shot.

“You could always just get your hands on me,” I finally reply.

Kort stops, eyeing my body up and down for a moment, then slowly allowing a playful smile to creep its way across his face.

I realize now, to my great relief, that the feelings between us haven’t just been similar on the surface, but amount to a deep and powerful mutual attraction.

I watch as the handsome pilot strips down to nothing, his clothes coming off slowly as he reveals his incredibly toned body. His cock is just as impressive as when I could only witness it as a bulge through fabric, and I observe as the furry creature reaches into his bag to pull out a new, fully erect shaft. Kort replaces the flaccid member with his new stiff one, then strolls back towards me with so much confidence it causes my breath to catch in my throat.

“Oh my god,” I stammer as Kort wraps his arms around my body, pulling me close and kissing me deeply on the mouth.

The second we embrace, a powerful surge of pleasant warmth floods across my frame. I’m achingly horny in a way that’s exciting and new, but I also feel strangely safe for such an exciting, tension filled moment.

Kort immediately gets to work tearing away my clothing and tossing it to the side, scraps of colorful fabric piling up around us. Soon enough, I’m completely naked as well, my body fully exposed to my muscular bigfoot lover.

“Do you want an erect cock for yourself?” Kort questions. “I’ve got a spare in my bag.”

“No thanks,” I reply. “Not yet, anyway.”

We pull each other close, looking deep into one another’s eyes now. A myriad of different emotions begin flow through the two of us, saying much more than words ever could.

Of course, words are also important, especially in this particular situation.

“Before we get started, what are you interested in from me?” asks the bigfoot.

“Well,” I begin. “I want you to know that I enjoy using both holes. I know some people only like the butt, but I enjoy both. That’s just a personal preference. What about you?”
 “Only butt for me, please,” replies the handsome bigfoot. “I’d rather not even mention anything else.”

“Of course,” I reply with a smile. “I hope it’s okay that I like both.”

“Everyone’s different,” explains Kort. “We has so much in common, and being trans is one of those things, but in being trans there are also so many variations of how we feel about our bodies or how we want to be identified. That’s a really, really great thing. It just means communication is important.”

“Well, communication is always important during sex,” I retort with a laugh. “Sometimes verbal, and sometimes in the little touches and movements and sensations.”

As I say this, I begin to creep my fingers lower and lower down across the bigfoot’s chiseled abs, drifting slowly until I’m hovering directly above his erect cock. I tease him like this for a good while, biting my lip seductively as the tension builds until, finally, I wrap my hand tightly around his rod and begin to stroke him off.

My bigfoot lover clearly enjoys this, rocking his hips in time with my movements across his dick. Meanwhile, I begin to lower myself down before the pilot’s hulking frame, gazing up with cock hungry eyes while his member juts out towards my face.

“You want me to suck it?” I coo.

My furry bigfoot lover nods and I open wide, taking his shaft between my lips. I immediately get to work bobbing my head up and down across his length, starting slowly at first and then gaining speed as I relax my throat. Eventually, I pop the bigfoot’s cock out of my mouth and lick him from the base to the tip, kissing his shaft on the head before going back in for more.

This time, however, I keep pushing my head farther and farther down onto this enormous cock, relaxing my throat enough to consume Kort well past the limits of my gag reflex. Now taken to the hilt, I hold in this position with my face pressed hard against the bigfoot’s perfectly sculpted abs, submitting to him completely as he puts his hands against he back of my head. I can tell Kort is getting an immense amount of enjoyment from wielding his cock and the pleasure it provides me.

Eventually, I’m forced to pull back with a loud, frantic gasp, struggling for air as spit dangles between my wet lips and the handsome bigfoot’s dick. He’s all lubed up with my spit now, ready to take me.

“I want you inside me!” I cry out, spinning around on the floor of the cockpit and popping my ass out towards him.

I wiggle my rump from side to side, playfully coaxing the pilot onward as he crouches down behind me.

“Start with my pussy,” I command.

The handsome bigfoot does as he’s told, aligning his giant cock and then thrusting forward in one deep, powerful swoop. I let out a startled gasp as he enters me, my fingers gripping tightly onto the floor below as I brace myself against his weight. The two of us begin to rock together slowly, gradually falling into sync with one another as our bodies grind. I can feel a powerful, aching sensation within the pit of my stomach starting to blossom, building up and making its way through my veins.

Soon enough, me and the handsome bigfoot have fallen into a rhythm together, the pleasure pulsing back and forth between us like an ever escalating feedback loop. Stronger it grows until I’m absolutely quaking with erotic bliss.

“That feels so fucking good, that feels so fucking good,” I start to repeat over and over again, the words falling out from my mouth in a blissful mantra. With every passing round it grows louder and louder until I’m screaming out at the top of my lungs. “That feels so fucking good, that feels so fucking good!”

I could cum at and second now, but I’d rather not in this position, nor this hole.

I pull forward and cause the handsome bigfoot’s dick to slip out of me.

“Is everything alright?” my new lover questions.

I nod. “Everything’s perfect, I just need that erect strap-on now,” I explain.

The handsome bigfoot smiles, standing up and strolling over to his bag once more. He pulls out the new attachment and tosses it over to me, at which point I make the trade and offer him my flaccid cock in return. Kort takes my soft dick and smiles, setting it aside.

“I’m ready,” I inform him, standing up and approaching the giant hairy pilot with confidence. “Fuck me up the ass.”

Immediately, I jump up onto the muscular bigfoot, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. The two of us passionately make out for a moment, until eventually Kort grabs ahold of his own cock and begins to align it with my tightly puckered backdoor.

“Do it,” I command. “Fuck me hard and jerk me off!”
 The second my bigfoot lover positions himself correctly, he slams my body down onto his enormous member, causing a startled yelp to escape my throat. Taking him in my pussy was one thing, but the ass is something else entirely. I feel completely maxed out, my butthole stretched to its absolute limits.

Fortunately, Kort cares equally about either of my holes, and he shows this by taking his time with me, allowing my body to adjust to the girth of his enormous member.

Eventually, I begin to loosen up, grinding hard against the bigfoot as he hoists me up and down in his powerful arms. The force of gravity causes the both of us to push even harder against one another, and soon this friction causes those same orgasmic feelings within me to return.

The handsome bigfoot is so strong that he can continue this acrobatic sexual position with only one hand, using the other to reach down and start beating me off furiously. He works my shaft in a perfect counter rhythm to the sensations of my deep prostate massage, and soon enough it has all built up into one giant, looming tidal wave of climax.

“I’m so close!” I scream. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too!” the handsome bigfoot cries.

The next thing I know I’m hurtling over the edge of orgasm, completely lost in the moment as my legs kick out straight and my body convulses and shakes. I feel as though I’ve left my physical form, my eyes rolling back into my head as every nerve ending is completely overwhelmed.

It appears Kort is on a similar timeline, cumming hard as he continues to grind against me. I’m shocked that he manages to stay upright, but somehow Kort refrains from buckling at the knees.

Breathless and exhausted, the handsome bigfoot lowers me down to the floor.

“That was amazing,” Kort gushes. “I really, really enjoyed that.”

“I did too,” I tell him. “It’s like… we have so much in common, but at the same time there’s so much that is special and different about the ways we like to get off. We don’t have to be exactly the same to be compatible.”

“Of course not,” Kort agrees with a smile, wrapping his arms around me in a warm hug.

We simply exist in this moment for a long while, allowing the heat of our encounter to gradually cool off.

“Where are you headed next?” the handsome bigfoot pilot finally asks me.

“Wherever you are,” I reply with a mischievous smile.

Kort is only mildly amused by this, shaking his head. “I know you have to work,” he continues, “and I know our schedules are gonna make this kind of meeting very difficult in the future.”

“I make my own schedule,” I reveal. “So, like I said, where are you going?”

Kort smiles wide and kisses me deeply on the mouth, finally happy to have a companion up here in the clouds.