The Handsome Physical Manifestation Of Autumn Turns Me Gay - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

trottin along through any timeline is a learning experience especially if you get here natural way of BIRTH like most buckaroos arrive. you start of like a dang pickle in a basket just blinkin and cryin and tryin to figure out what all those dang shapes are that swirl past. but eventually we learn this is the way of this reality and come to terms with all the rules here like droppin a vase on the ground goes CRASH or trying to kiss a handsome fire goes OUCH DANG (most of the time. as we have learned in tingler FAHRENHEIT 69 that is not always the dang case).

and it would be pretty simple if these rules stayed the same. as man name of chuck i think i sometimes wish that was true and world was STATIC in all ways just know exactly what to expect. my brain as a bud on the spectrum works this way, tryin to BUILD A SYSTEM that repeats over and over again no problem buckaroo just set it up and walk away. but timelines are COMPLEX in their trot, just like buckaroos are complex in our trot. were not PURE ROBOT in our way at least not yet (but dang when that happens think on kissing a handsome robot with large weiner wow bud sign me up for this DOUBLE BLIND STUDY)

anyway this is next part of learning about your reality is that CHANGE IS GONNA HAPPEN BUD.

THE HANDSOME PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF AUTUMN TURNS ME GAY might seem like it is a story about the handsome physical manifestation of autumn turning someone gay and guess what: IT IS. but it is also a story about dealing with change.

(said in sarcastic jokerman tone): WHOA BUD SEASONS AS A METAPHOR FOR CHANGE HOW ORIGINAL. yes i understand this is common trot but guess what it works also it is uncommon for this metaphor to pound you in the butt

as man name of chuck i find routine VERY CALMING but i have also learned that CHANGE is a routine too just a more complex one and thats okay. our trots through this timeline are not always gonna be the trots we expect but thats what makes BEIN DANG ALIVE so exciting

so as summer turns to autumn on this layer of reality hope everyone can enjoy this transitional phase and think 'wonder what exciting new trots are around the corner'

Gortin loves Summer, and he couldn’t be happier that Fall is still far, far away. One sizzling hot day while walking home from the pool, however, Gortin notices a single orange maple leaf resting on the curb.

Suddenly, Gortin is lost in a downward spiral of pumpkin spice, cozy weather and the impending football season, realizing suddenly that Fall isn’t nearly as far away as he once thought. In fact, it’s happening right now.

This all leads to an unexpected confrontation with the sentient physical manifestation of Autumn himself, and a hardcore anal pounding that has Gortin seriously rethinking his feelings about this handsome living quarter of the year.

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

(Originally released Sept 6th, 2017)

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THE HANDSOME PHYSICAL MANIFESTATION OF AUTUMN TURNS ME GAY

By Chuck Tingle

I’m walking back from the neighborhood pool when I first see it, sitting innocently enough on the edge of the cement curb. The sun is so hot that I’m not quite sure if I’ve started seeing things, some kind of mirage brought on by the intense summer heat and a lack of cold beverages in my stomach. I need to take better care of myself, I realize, I’m in college now.

Regardless, the vision before me is not a mirage or hallucination of any kind, but it still doesn’t make much sense. I stand directly over it, gazing down inquisitively.

There below me, in bright orange and yellow, is a fallen maple leaf, which is strange for a few reasons. First of all, there are no maple trees around here, and second of all, it’s still Summer.

Isn’t it?

Now I’m wracking my brain, looking back over the past few months and trying to determine whether or not it really is time for fall to arrive. The very notion of this seems absurd, but so does the tiny autumn leaf.

The more I think about it, however, the more my head starts to hurt. I can’t for the life of me remember when the actual first day of summer begins.

Realizing now that I’m not going to figure this out without something cold to ease my weary mind, I continue on towards the nearby convenience store.

I push through the door to the sound of a clanging bell, then make my way back towards the large wall of freezers that contain an assortment of cool drinks.

I find a nice, refreshing glass bottle of chocolate milk and pull it out, then head up to the counter.

“Two bucks,” says the shop owner, a middle-aged man named Rendo who’s been running this business for years.

I hand him the bills and the man nods graciously, then I turn to leave. Suddenly, I stop, turning back to the shopkeeper inquisitively.

“Hey, do you know when Summer ends?” I question.

Rendo thinks about this for a minute. “When Autumn starts?” he retorts

“No, no, no,” I offer with a laugh. “I mean the actual date.”

Rendo shrugs. “I’m not sure, but I don’t think it’s for a very, very long time.”

I nod in agreement. “Yeah, seems like we’ve still got a while, but I could’ve sworn I just saw an orange leaf outside on the walk over.”

Rendo raises an eyebrow. “Save the spooky stories for Halloween, Gortin,” the man offers with a laugh.

Clearly, he doesn’t believe me, but as I bask in this doubt I’m starting to wonder if I even believe myself. It feels like Summer is just getting started, so how could it possibly be ending?

I let out a long sigh and finally accept this, pushing the strange vision of that single orange leaf from my mind. I turn and head back out into the hot sun, cracking open the bottle of chocolate milk and then taking a long sip of the cold, satisfying liquid.

I’m headed home, but I’m not in a rush. After all, I don’t have to go back to college for quite some time, and until then my responsibilities are almost non-existent. A few friends mentioned having a bonfire down at the beach, but other than that my schedule is wide open. Maybe I’ll take a nap before meeting them.

I decide to cut through the nearby neighborhoods and soon find myself surrounded on every side by suburban homes, sprinklers softly humming in every yard as an ice cream man drives by in the distance, his jangly song drifting in and out of key as he goes.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, smelling the sweet summer air.

Suddenly, however, something changes. The warm wind that flows across my skin grows colder for a moment, and a cloud momentarily covers the sun. At least, that’s what it seems like against the back of my eyelids.

When I open my eyes, however, I discover that there are no clouds in sight, and this slight change in the atmosphere is something else entirely, something that I can’t quite put my finger on.

Suddenly, I get the feeling that I’m being watched, a strange sensation that causes every hair on the back of my neck to stand up straight. I slowly turn around to look behind me and,for a split second I think that I see someone, only a block or so back, who slips behind a nearby bush. The figure appears to be made entirely of bright orange, Autumn leaves.

I’m so startled that I drop my glass of chocolate milk, the bottle hitting the sidewalk and, although not shattering, dumping out the remainder of its contents across the hot ground.

“Oh shit,” I blurt, shaking my head in disappointment.

I take a moment and then glance back up at the bush behind which the mysterious figure seemed to disappear, still not quite sure if I saw what I think I saw.

Of course, the idea of a whole bunch of leaves is even crazier than a single one, so again I push these strange Autumn thoughts out of my head. This heat must really be getting to me, and without my chocolate milk it looks like I’ll be stopping once again along the way home.

Luckily, I know just the place.

A few blocks later and I’ve arrived at my favorite coffee shop, Buttman’s Beans. I pull open the door and let out a satisfied sigh as a wave of air-conditioned wind hits me, chilling me to the core. This is exactly where I need to be to get my head on straight.

While I’d normally just get myself another ice-cold chocolate milk, I’m tempted to change things up with something summery, like a fruity iced tea. Fortunately, there’s a whole line of refreshing Summer options just waiting for me to enjoy.

I stand in line for a brief moment and then eventually approach the counter, slightly confused, as I’m still unable to find the iced tea selections on the large board.

“Hey,” I say in introduction. “I’ll just get one of your Summer teas. Hibiscus lime.”

The woman before me looks immediately apologetic. “Oh, I’m sorry, we’re not serving our Summer teas anymore.”

My heart skips a beat as the barista says this, panic setting in. “Why not?” I question, my voice trembling slightly as the strange events of the day all start adding up.

“That selection has been replaced by our pumpkin spice flavors,” the woman explains, pointing to a small sign on the counter that’s decorated with the same red and orange leaves I’ve been haunted by so relentlessly.

“There must be some kind of mistake,” I stammer. “It’s the middle of Summer, isn’t it?”

The barista shrugs. “Fall comes quicker than you’d think sometimes.”

With this, I almost lose my footing, struggling not to pass out right then and there as I brace myself on the counter.

“Is everything alright?” the barista asks, alarmed.

“Everything’s fine,” I tell her, panting now. From my new hunched position I can see back over the counter now, and my eyes come to rest on something large and orange, larger than a leaf and even more concerning: a massive pumpkin.

“Oh my god,” I stammer.

I lean over the counter even more to get a better look and find several large pumpkins stacked in a pile, then let out a frantic scream with I spot a loaded cornucopia of harvested vegetables spilling out in a glorious Autumn display.

I turn away from the counter and quickly realize that everyone in the shop is staring at me.

“It’s still Summer, dammit!” I scream, pushing past a mob startled patrons and heading towards the door. “Has the whole world gone mad?”

In my frantic lunge I lose track of where I’m headed and suddenly run directly into someone, slamming them hard and with a loud thud as the air escapes my lungs.

“I’m sorry,” I stammer, then stop when I see their leafy orange legs. Slowly, I begin to move my gaze upward, taking it all in until a reach a massive smiling, pumpkin-head. The grinning jack-o-lantern says nothing, but he doesn’t need to. I’ve never been more terrified.

I let out another scream and then burst out of the coffee shop, running as fast as I can towards my house. I don’t look back until I reach my front door, disappearing inside and slamming it hard behind me.

Seeing the massive beach bonfire in the distance is exactly what I needed right now, and the summertime vision sends a calming wave across my body. As the sunset blooms in beautiful purples and oranges, I can’t think of anything more reassuring that Fall’s arrival is far, far away.

After my nap, I’d been tempted to stay in tonight, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that all of these strange Autumn encounters amounted to nothing of substance. Sure, this pumpkin-headed man made of turning leaves was haunting and a way that chilled me to the bone, but his presence is only as looming as I let it be.

One thing’s for sure, he’d certainly feel out of place here on the sand.

I open up my car door and step out, grabbing a bag of supplies, like my beach blanket and some ice cold beverages, then head out across the beach towards my friends. In the dying light of the day I can just barely make out their silhouetted figures against the sky, but it looks like everyone is there.

What a great evening, I think to myself, even after such a long and exhausting day.

The closer I get, however, the more I notice the figures of my friends shifting a changing in strange distortions, collapsing in on themselves as they melt together. I suddenly realize, to my horror, that these familiar outlines are actually orange maple leaves swirling in the wind. From one of the beach chairs a pumpkin-headed figure rises, a wide smile carved across his face.

My first instinct is to turn and run, but in my shock I find myself falling backwards, my legs tangling under me.

“Do not be afraid,” comes a loud booming voice.

“Get out of here!” I scream. “It’s not fall yet.”

The figure chuckles a bit. “Have you checked the calendar? Summer’s over.”

“It’s not!” I cry. “That makes no sense! I was just swimming this afternoon! It’s still hot out!”

“Summer’s over,” the figure repeats.

I’ve been running all day, and finally the exhaustion catches up with me. Instead of standing and taking off yet again, I fall forward, burying my head in my hands as I sob loudly. “I’m not ready to go back to college,” I moan. “I’m not ready for the lazy days to end.”

“It’s not so bad,” comes the voice of the pumpkin-headed man, now standing right next to me. “There’s a lot of things I can offer that I think you’ll really enjoy.”

“Like what?” I counter, refusing to look up.

“Well... I’m very cozy,” explains the strange figure. “I don’t know how you feel about pumpkin spice lattes, but there’s also plenty of hot chocolate and cider to go around. You can put on your favorite jacket and sip from a warm mug. It’s nice.”

I take a deep breath and let it out, accepting this. He’s not wrong, after all.

“You like football?” the pumpkin-headed man questions. “Football is starting, too.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty cool,” I admit.

“Come sit with me,” offers the pumkin-headed man. “I’ve got some apple cider with your name on it.”

Cautiously, I stand up, making my way over to the bonfire and then sitting down across from this strange magical being. The leafy man hands me a warm mug of apple cider and I hesitate only slightly, then carefully take a sip.

I have to admit, the flavor is incredible, just the right temperature and full of unexpected and delicious spices. I can’t help letting a smile creep its way across my lips.

“So who are you?” I finally ask.
“I’m the sentient physical manifestation of Autumn,” he informs me. I nod. This makes sense. “Is that your name?” I question. “Autumn?” “Autumn or Fall,” he offers. “I don’t really have a preference.”
Now that we’re sitting here by the roaring fire, all cozied up with

warm drinks in our hands, I can’t believe that I was ever afraid of this kind and caring living season. Sure, there’s something a little spooky about a man

made of leaves with a pumpkin for a head, but once you get to know him it becomes kind of charming in a bad boy way.

To be perfectly honest, as we sit here on the beach with the fire flickering between us, I actually start to find myself attracted to Autumn, which is bizarre for a number of reasons, not the least of which being the fact that I’m completely straight.

“What’s wrong?” Fall asks, sensing the mood shift.
“Nothing,” I insist.
Autumn doesn’t press the issue, but I can tell he’s not convinced. I take another long sip from my warm cup of cider, gazing even

deeper into the flame as if it could somehow tell me the secrets that are hidden within myself. I’m not gay, but this newfound attraction to Fall is unmistakable. The longer we sit here, the more aroused I get, letting the fantasies of frolicking in a pile of fallen leaves consume me. I imagine wrapping a scarf around my neck and then going out to the pumpkin patch, maybe carving a jack-o-lantern and then curling up on the couch with a good book while the wind howls outside.

I suddenly realize that I’m now rock hard, my cock aching and swollen within my pants.

“Honestly, I never thought I’d say this,” I suddenly blurt, my heart slamming hard within my chest, “but I think I’ve fallen for you.”

The physically manifested seasonal change gives me a wink. “Well, I am Fall after all,” he says with a smile.

I laugh. “It’s just... I’ve always been a summertime guy. Do you know her?”

Fall nods. “We cross paths once a year. She’s cool.”
“Yes!” I agree. “She’s fun... and sexy and...” I trail off.
“And?” Autumn prods.
“And now I realize that Summer doesn’t really interest me anymore,”

I admit. “I’ve been hanging on so tight that I didn’t see how amazing you were. You’ve been right here the whole time and I was too stubborn to notice.”

Autumn shrugs slightly. “I’m not for everyone, but the ones that like me, really like me.”

“I really like you,” I tell him, bluntly, astonished at myself as the words leave my mouth.

Suddenly, I stand up, seized with an uncontrollable lust. I slowly being to approach Fall, who rises to meet me. Seconds later, we are staring deep into each other’s eyes, only a foot or so apart but neither of us quite ready to make the first move.

“What are you waiting for?” Autumn questions.
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“It’s time,” he tells me with a smile. “Summer’s over.”
I lean forward and kiss the handsome physical manifestation of Fall

passionately on the lips, a surge of erotic electricity pulsing through my body. Immediately, any apprehension between us falls away, our hands quickly getting to work as they roam across one another. Fall pulls my shirt up over my head and tosses it to the side, revealing my toned, muscular chest and abs.

“Someone will see us,” I blurt, looking up and down the quickly darkening beach.

“Who cares?” Autumn questions.

Without another thought, I drop down to my knees in the sand and reach into the leaves, immediately finding what I’m looking for. I begin to pump my hand across the length of Autumn’s hidden shaft and then, moments later, it begins to emerge from the foliage, a massive fleshy rod pointed directly at my face.

I smile, ready for the challenge of this enormous member, then open wide and take the living season’s cock into my mouth. My senses are instantly flooded with the glorious taste of pumpkin spice, which makes the blowjob even more enjoyable as I pump my lips up and down across the length of Fall’s shaft.

Above me, the living season groans with satisfaction, clearly enjoying himself as he tilts back his pumpkin-head and lets the haunting sound roll out of him. The sentient season begins to thrust his hips in time with my movements, pulsing together in an erotic, oral rhythm.

“Oh fuck. That feels so fucking good,” Autumn tells me, placing his hands on the back on my head to guide me along.

Eventually, I muster up the courage to try an even more difficult task, pushing my face down as far as I can across Fall’s rod. Deeper and deeper I plunge until I finally hit the limits of my gag reflex, which causes me to choke and sputter.

Seconds later, I’m erupting up off of the enormous shaft, spit flying everywhere as I struggle to collect myself.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him. “I’ve got this.”

I take a deep breath and try again, this time focusing on relaxing the depths of my throat. The living season’s dick slides inside me once again, only this time I’m ready for it. Somehow, I manage to relax my neck and allow Fall well past my previous limits, the cock plummeting down until eventually my face is pressed hard against Autumn’s leafy abs.

I sit here for as long as I can, not entirely sure how I managed to pull off this impressively executed deep throat. I guess I’m just a natural.

Eventually, I pull back with yet another gasp, reeling from the oral gymnastics. The confidence that Fall has taken charge with turns me on a way I never even thought was possible, showing me the best of what a living season can do.

“More,” I beg, unbuckling my belt and then unzipping my fly. I pull down my pants and underwear, tossing them over to the small pile of clothes nearby.

Once I’m completely naked, I turn around and fall forward in the sand, glancing back over my shoulder and popping my toned rump out towards Fall. I wiggle my butt from side to side, teasing the pumpkin-headed man as his hollow eyes remain transfixed on my body.

“Get over here and pound me like rain boots stomping through a puddle on a crisp Fall day,” I command.

Autumn climbs down into position behind me, giving my ass a playful slap and then aligning his rod with my tightly puckered butthole. He teases the rim for a bit, letting the head of his cock test the limits of my anal tightness, but refusing to plunge inward.

“Fuck me!” I demand.

Fall hesitates just a moment longer and then finally thrusts into me with a long, powerful swoop.

I let out a startled cry as my fingers dig into the sand below. I’d been begging for this, but I realize now that nothing could have prepared me for this living season’s incredible girth. Autumn has stretched my sphincter to the brink, pulled tight and aching as he begins to move in and out of me slowly.

As first, my entire body is flooded with an aching discomfort, unequipped to handle Fall’s enormous size. The longer that this physically manifested quarter of the year goes, however, the more any unpleasant sensations begin to fall away. Somehow, I eventually manage to relax my body enough to take Fall comfortably, allowing a new set of feelings to start slowly making their way through me. Soon enough, any pain has disappeared completely, replaced with a pleasant warmth as Fall continues to hammer my anal depths.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” I start to murmur, repeating the words to myself over and over again as the pleasure blossoms out across my body. What started deep down in the pit of my stomach has spread to my arms and legs now, creating a vibrant, electric tingle.

Meanwhile, Autumn doesn’t let up for a second, his slams only growing faster and more ferocious until, eventually, the handsome living season is hammering into my body with everything that he’s got.

Quaking with ecstasy, I feel as though I’m about to blow my load right then and there when, suddenly, Fall pulls out.

“I was so close,” I moan, slightly frustrated.

“I want to see you when we cum,” Autumn tells me. “I mean, really see you.”

The physically manifested season wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up, then turns me around and lays me back into the sand. We are facing one another now, our eyes locked passionately as the living selection of time realigns his dick with my butthole.

This time, there is no discomfort at all when Autumn slides into me, my body totally relaxed and ready for action.

“I can’t believe I ever ran from you,” I gasp. “I can’t believe I wanted Summer to last forever.”

Fall accepts my words graciously but says nothing in return, instead focusing on his confident movements as he plunges in and out of my ass.

It’s not long before the aching sensations of pleasure return to my body, consuming me entirely and causing every muscle to spasm wildly. I kick my legs out wide, as if this position could somehow brace me for the onslaught of orgasmic feelings that are headed my way.

With every pound up my butthole, my rock hard cock bounces in the air, spinning like a helicopter until I grab it tightly with one hand and start to stroke myself off. I pace the movements of my clenched fist with the slams up my rear, quickly finding a pleasant rhythm as I’m driven even closer to the edge of a powerful prostate orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum!” I tell Fall, realizing that I’m only seconds away from blasting my load.

“Fuck, me too!” cries the sentient, physical manifestation of the season between Summer and Winter.

Suddenly, the warmth of climax is ripping through me, surging across my body and causing me to throw my head back in a howl of blissed out hedonism. My voice carries loudly across the beach around us, but I don’t care. All I can think about are the incredible feelings that have consumed my senses entirely, a new type of orgasm that I’d never even known existed until this very moment. Jizz launches hard from the head of my cock, splattering across Fall’s leafy chest in a beautiful pattern of white.

At almost exactly the same moment, Autumn cums, too. The living season pushes deep within my body and holds, clenching his teeth as he

expels a massive load up into my asshole. I can feel the warm spunk filling me, pump after pump of the pearly seed spilling forth until, eventually, there’s just not enough room left. Soon enough, the semen is spilling out from the tightly packed rim of my asshole, running down my crack and onto the sand below.

When the two of us are finally finished we stagger over to the nearby beach chairs, collapsing into them in utter exhaustion. For a while, we just sit here in silence, the fire now nothing but smoldering embers that dance through the darkness.

“The last bonfire of Summer,” I say, almost to myself.
“Yep,” Fall nods in reply.
“Thanks for showing me there’s something to love about every

season,” I continue, then hesitate, realizing suddenly the casual nature I’ve used to throw out the ‘L’ word.

“Love?” Fall asks, the single syllable loaded with an incredible emotional weight.

I look Fall dead in the eyes. “Definitely.”

The living season smiles. “I love you, too,” he tells me. “I think we’re gonna have a lot of fun together over the next few months.”