by Chuck Tingle
I want to console him, but in this moment I realize that the day is actually right.
“I’m sorry,” I finally offer.
Monday shrugs. “It’s all good, been that way forever, you know?”
Eventually, we pull up to the hotel and climb out.
The valet takes my car and, the next thing I know, Monday and me are walking into the building side by side, heads turning as they see me coming with this notorious selection of time.
According to the plan, Monday and me only need to spend our time here in close proximity to sell the image of our relationship, but the day takes things a step further by slipping his arm around my waist.
I jump slightly as his ethereal yellow skin touches me, not expecting the warm embrace but immediately drawn deeper into his presence. There is a very real energy between us that I did not expect, mostly because we are both male and completely straight, as far as I can tell.
Still, there is no denying that this energy is erotic in nature, a deep sexual craving that defies the boundaries of everyday classifications like gay or straight.
We head through the lobby and immediately emerge into a large, well decorated ballroom full of people. Businessmen mill about in their suits, chatting casually with horderves in their hands while thundering music blares all around us.
The second that we enter, Mr. Perper appears out of nowhere with the Starbutts executives in tow.
“Oh Wimbs, great to see you!” my boss says, shaking my hand.
I greet him and the other executives, who are clearly still upset about the meeting that I missed until they notice the beautiful man I’m standing next to.
Suddenly, everything changes. The men from Starbutts begin falling all over themselves as they make introductions to Monday, stammering like belligerent fanboys as they bask in his presence.
Eventually, one of the executives turns to me. “We had no idea that you and Monday were an item,” the man exclaims. “How come you never mentioned him before?”
“He’s my boyfriend, you know, its not something that I think about all the time,” I struggle to explain. “When you’re in love you aren’t really thinking about how famous your partner is.”
The executive nods and then slowly cracks a grin. “I hope that doesn’t mean you’d be adverse to calling in a few favors.”
I lean in towards the executive and lower my voice. “Whatever you need, sir. If we can count on your business, then you can count on the best that Monday has to offer.”
The executive nods and we quietly shake hands, happy to have come to a mutual understanding. Of course, it’s going to be quite awkward when my company can’t always deliver on our Monday promise, but for now everything seems to have been pleasantly smoothed over.
The rest of the night goes off without a hitch, and as the hours draw later and later I find myself being drawn closer and closer to this incredible day of the week. There is something about him that is absolutely intoxicating, a homosexual attraction that builds and builds within me until it is absolutely overflowing.
As we leave the party, Monday and I find ourselves holding hands, not because it is expected of us, but simply because we want to.
We stop in front of my car for a moment, neither of us wanting this night to end but too nervous to say a word. Instead, we stare deeply into one another’s eyes, the tension just waiting for an opportunity to break.
“Can I be honest with you?” I finally ask.
“Of course,” Monday confirms.
“I had a really good time tonight, and I…” my voice trails off, unable to fully express the taboo desires that swirl and simmer within me.
“What is it?” Monday urges.
“I really want you to pound me hard,” I tell him.
The day grins knowingly, placing his warm yellow hand on my shoulder. “Oh Wimbs,” he sighs, “don’t know see? I’ve been pounding you for years, every morning when you wake up and dread going to work, every time your head aches when the alarm sounds. I’ve always been with you, pounding your heart’s butt.”
This revelation hits me hard, nearly buckling my knees and dropping me right then and there in the parking lot. I can’t believe that I have been in the presence of such an incredible man and never even noticed, never even given it a second thought.
“I don’t think I can wait until next Monday,” I finally admit, “I want you to pound me now.”
Without another word, the muscular day sweeps me up into his arms and begins to carry me across the parking lot, away from the cars and the curious gaze of other revealers. We quickly reach the edge of the cement and then continue off into the nearby woods, the forest growing ever thicker around us.
My heart is pounding out of my chest now, fully consumed by this moment of gay lust and still aching for more.
Eventually, Monday lowers me down onto a patch of beautiful green grass, illuminated by a shaft of moonlight that shimmers across the soft surface of the blades. I look up at the handsome day of the week, rampant arousal filling my eyes as I scramble to undo the fly of his pants.
Eventually, I throw the fabric open and pull out the day’s massive cock, the hardening member springing forth in brilliant glowing yellow as it extends outward towards my face.
“Oh fuck,” the day groans as I slowly begin to pump my hand across the length of his rod.
Monday eventually begins to rock his hips along with my strokes, pumping faster and faster until eventually I am beating him off with a furious enthusiasm. In this moment, giving him pleasure means everything to me, and soon I can’t help but open my mouth wide and swallowing the day’s giant rod.
I pulse my lips across the length of his shaft, savoring the unusually sweet taste of Monday’s dick as it moves across my tongue. I pull him out and lick him from balls to tip, and then take his shaft once again, this time pushing down as far as I can. The day’s cock slips deeper and deeper down my through until eventually it hits my gag reflex and I retch slightly, not entirely prepared for this enormous unit.
I come back up sputtering and gasping for air, a long strand of saliva hanging between my lips and Monday’s member.
“I’m sorry,” I stammer, bravely trying to collect my senses. “One more try.”
Monday places his hands on my head and guides it back down across his shaft, lower and lower until he meets my gag reflex once again. This time, however, I’m ready, relaxed enough to let his enormity slip down past my previous limits.
Soon enough, the day’s shaft is fully consumed within me, my lips pressed hard against his chiseled abs and his balls hanging tight across my chin. I gaze up at Monday with a look of cock drunk lust, giving him a playful wink and fighting the urge to come up for air until finally I just can’t take it anymore and pull back with a gasp.
“You’re so fucking big,” I profess.
“A whole twenty four hours is a lot to take,” Monday says with a smile, and then pushes me back onto the grass.
The day climbs down onto his knees in front of me, holding back my legs with his powerful arms and aligning the head of his massive cock with my puckered asshole. I can feel him teasing my rim, playing with the edge as he inches slowly past its elastic border and then pulls back. Monday continues like this for a while, toying with me until I finally just can’t take it anymore.
“Shove that fat cock inside of me right now!” I demand. “I need that fucking day-of-the-week dick!”
Monday smiles and lets out a hearty chuckle. “Oh yeah? You want it?”
“Badly,” I moan. “Please fuck my ass!”
Without a second thought, Monday thrusts forward and plunges deep into my tight asshole, causing me to throw my head back and let out a wild howl of pain and pleasure.
The beginning of the work we slowly begins fucking my ass, just like he’s fucked it a million times before. The sensation is fantastic and so strangely familiar.
“God dammit! I love the way that you fuck me, Monday!” I scream.
&nbs
p; My words give the day a surge of encouragement and soon enough he is picking up speed, slamming my asshole harder and harder until eventually he is throttling me with everything that he’s got, hammering away at my tight sphincter with reckless abandon. My eyes roll back into my head and I grip my legs even tighter, spreading myself out for Monday so that he can plow me in a perfectly angled swoop. Every thump of his hips against my asscheeks cause my rock hard dick to bounce and bob, playfully dancing in the air and aching to be pleasured.
Without another thought, I reach down and grab ahold of my rod, beating myself off in time with the slams that ream my butthole.
As a straight man, the sensation is almost indiscernible, the nerves within my anus treating me to something wholly unique. I had no idea that tickling the prostate could be so strange, so sensitive, so sensual.
I can feel that pulsing waves of orgasm beginning to build within me, coming in short, staccato bursts and then growing as they move across my body. Soon every muscle is clenched tight, ready to explode as I push closer and closer to the edge of a powerful orgasmic cliff.
I’m almost there when suddenly Monday pulls out of my ass, abruptly breaking my concentration.
“What the fuck?” I cry out, yearning to blow my load.
“Not yet,” says the handsome day. “You’re going to have to work for it.”
“Work for it?” I question.
“Monday is a day of work,” he says to me, confidently. “That’s the point.”
I watch as the glowing yellow manifestation lies down onto the grass next to me, his massive cock extending out from his body in a proud tower of shimmering gold. He looks incredible stretched out like this, the absolute pinnacle of fitness thanks to years of all that hard work he’s so fond of.
“Get on,” Monday commands.
I crawl over to him and then climb aboard, squatting down over the muscular being and aligning his massive shaft with my butthole. This time there is no teasing the rim as I roughly impale myself onto his rod, my entire body skewered as I sink deeper and deeper.
“Work for it,” Monday commands again.
I start to pump my entire body up and down across his length, groaning as I accept his thickness within my stretched out asshole.
“I’ve got a case of the Mondays in my ass,” I murmer, repeating the words over and over again until I am shouting them out at the top of my lungs. “I’ve got a case of the Mondays in my ass! I’ve got a case of the Mondays in my ass!”
My cock is hard as ever, bouncing along with my frantic slams until I grab it tight and begin to beat off once more, picking up right where I last left off.
I’m quickly hit with the same looming sense of orgasm, trembling wildly as I jackhammer down onto Monday and then finally letting out a loud, satisfied roar when I explode all over him with my massive jizz load.
My spunk flies everywhere, splattering in a thick white mess across Monday’s hard chest in a beautiful display of gay passion.
“Fuck!” I yell, falling backwards onto the grass.
I look up to see Monday climbing over the top of me, furiously beating his member will I lay sprawled on the grass below.
The day cries out and then buckles forward, his eyes shut tight and his teeth barred as hot ropes of spunk eject from the head of his shaft.
I open my mouth and catch as much as I can, the rest of his cum painting my lips and running down either side of my face.
Finally, the day falls back onto the grass next to me, completely spent after the hardcore, day-of-the-week fuckfest.
“That was amazing,” I tell him, licking my lips.
I slide over to the muscular day.
Monday puts his arm around me and holds me close, filling my soul with a comforting warmth. When I first hatched this plan, I would have never guessed that it could lead me somewhere so unexpected, but now that I’m here I wouldn’t have it any other way. I understand now that, as harsh as Monday can be, his intentions are pure.
Every workweek has a beginning and an end, and Monday is strong enough to pound ass when it needs to be pounded the most. Without Monday we would all hate Tuesday instead, a never-ending cycle of hungover wakeups that simply cannot be avoided.
No longer will I shoot the messenger, I think to myself. From this day forward I will see Monday for what he really is: A necessary day of the week, and a truly phenomenal lover.
“I think I love you,” I finally say, the words spilling out of my mouth without warning.
The day looks at me with a deep intensity in his eyes, a single tear cresting over the edge and running down his glowing yellow face in a slippery wet streak. “I love you, too,” says Monday.
“I don’t ever want to leave your side,” I confess.
Monday’s smile fades slightly. “I’m sorry, Wimbs, I can’t stay with you forever. Eventually Sunday’s going to roll back around, and then I’ll need to get back to work.”
“But can’t you just stop?” I question.
“And let Tuesday handle it?” the day attempts to clarify.
I nod.
“I can’t,” he says, shaking his golden head, “everything would fall apart.”
“Without you I will fall apart!” I shout in protest.
My words hit the day hard, like an arrow to the heart. He is thinking now, a solemn look on his face. “You’re right,” Monday finally says, “our love is more important than any of that. I’m not going in to work this week.”
I gaze out across Los Angeles, trembling with anxiety in the late night darkness. Monday sees me shaking and puts his hand in mine, offering a sliver of comfort in this otherwise terrifying situation.
After an eternity of coming directly after Sunday, my new gay lover and I have no idea what will happen when he decides not to show up.
I check my watch.
“How much time?” Monday asks.
“One minute,” I tell him.
I squeeze his hand tighter, looking out over the city lights and wondering what the future holds. Will we automatically jump to Tuesday as if nothing even happened? Or will the very fabric of time and space collapse around us?
Suddenly, I can feel a strange rush of wind from behind, though something about it feels completely distinct and new.
“This is it,” I say.
The wind behind us continues to pick up, howling in my ears as a bright red glow appears along the distant horizon line. It’s only then that I realize the wind is not wind at all, but the sensation of time and space being ripped apart.
“Oh my god!” I cry out, but the words immediately dissolve into nothingness.
I look over and see that Monday’s face has begun to melt, drifting away from him in a strange swirling line that eventually consumes his entire body. Soon enough the two of us are merging together in a sickening mutation of random matter, consumed by our own place in space and time.
I should be terrified right now, but I’m not. Regardless of our impending metamorphosis within the space-time continuum, I am just glad to be here with Monday, the love of my life.
Moments later, we are ripped into a billion tiny pieces, melding with the universe as it collapses around us.
Also by Chuck Tingle…
Dinosaur Tinglers
My Billionaire Triceratops Craves Gay Ass
Gay T-Rex Law Firm: Executive Boner
Space Raptor Butt Invasion
Gaygent Brontosaurus: The Butt Is Not Enough
Professor T-Rex Teaches Me Gayness
Lonely Author Pounded By Dinosaur Social Media Followers
President Domald Loch Ness Tromp Pounds America’s Butt
Pharma Bro Pounded In The Butt By T-Rex Comedian Bill Murky And A Clan Of Triceratops Rappers Trying To Get Their Album Back
Dinosaur Magicians Pinn And Tucker Make Their Wieners Disappear In My Butt
Schrodinger’s Butt
Chuck’s Dinosaur Tinglers: Volume 1
Chuck’s Dinosaur Tinglers: Volume 2
> Chuck’s Dinosaur Tinglers: Volume 3
Unicorn Tinglers
Taken By The Gay Unicorn Biker
My Ass Is Haunted By The Gay Unicorn Colonel
Pounded By The Gay Unicorn Football Squad
Unicorn Butt Cops: Beach Patrol
Anally Yours, The Unicorn Sailor
Top Horn: Turned Gay By The Unicorn Pilots
Hunter Dentist Pounded In The Butt By Cecil The Handsome Unicorn
Chuck’s Unicorn Tinglers: Volume 1
Chuck’s Unicorn Tinglers: Volume 2
Bigfoot Tinglers
Pounded By President Bigfoot
Bigfoot Sommelier Butt Tasting
Seduced By Doctor Bigfoot: Attorney At Large
Bigfoot Pirates Haunt My Balls
The Curse Of Bigfoot Butt Camp
Bigfoot Settler’s Claim My Butthole
Dan Bigfootzerian Parties In My Butthole With His Billionaire Lifestyle
Eight Bigfoot Buckaroos Hate My Butt And Pound It
Chuck’s Bigfoot Tinglers: Volume 1
Chuck’s Bigfoot Tinglers: Volume 2
Living Object Tinglers
I’m Gay For My Living Billionaire Jet Plane
Trained By The Living Biker Train
Pounded By The Gay Color Changing Dress
Turned Gay By The Living Alpha Diner
Glazed By The Gay Living Donuts
Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt
Pounded In The Butt By My Book “Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt”
Pounded In The Butt By My Book “Pounded In The Butt By My Book ‘Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt’”
Pounded In The Butt By My Book “Pounded In The Butt By My Book ‘Pounded In The Butt By My Book “Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt”’”
Buttception: A Butt Within A Butt Within A Butt
Vampire Night Bus Pounds My Butt
Shared By The Chocolate Milk Cowboys
Reamed By My Reaction To The Title Of This Book
Angry Man Pounded By The Fear Of His Latent Gayness Over A Dinosaur Transitioning Into A Unicorn
Slammed Up The Butt By My Hot Coffee Boss
