And so begins Dr. Chuck Tingle’s first full length novel, Helicopter Man Pounds Dinosaur Billionaire Ass, a thrilling superhero origin story that will take you to the edge of gay erotic romance and stare bravely into the abyss. It is a story so powerful, so sensual, that it could change the very face of erotic literature forever.
John Hams is a man who has lost it all, a nine-to-five nobody with an addiction to billionaire dinosaur bad boys . That is, until a freak accident at work imbues John with the ability to transform into an achingly handsome helicopter at will.
Suddenly, things are looking up, as John uses his ability to woo the dashing stegosaurus from his addicts group who just happens to have a thing for rugged aircrafts. But it’s not long before John’s new helicopter identity starts to spin out of control, taking on a personality of its own as the wild and horny , Chibs Pratt, chopper with abs.
The room itself is massive, as well, with another set of windows that fill the far wall from floor to ceiling and look out towards the distant Hollywood Hills. It’s a corner unit, providing two completely unique, but equally breathtaking, views. I slowly strut across the hardwood floors on my landing skids towards Yorb, enjoying the way that his yellow dinosaur eyes flicker and dance across my metallic body. At this point, he can’t help but stare. Seductively, I give my blades a quick flash of speed and hover up onto the bed, then crawl towards him, eventually positioning myself directly over his body. I take Yorb’s hands carefully with two blades and pull them above his head, controlling him completely as I make my way down his ripped chest and scaly abs with a series of sensual helicopter kisses.
Chuck Tingle is a mysterious force of energy behind sunglasses and a pink mask. He is also an anonymous author of romance, horror, and fantasy. Chuck was born in Home of Truth, Utah, and now splits time between Billings, Montana and Los Angeles, California. Chuck writes to prove love is real, because love is the most important tool we have when resisting the endless cosmic void. Not everything people say about Chuck is true, but the important parts are.
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Wow, what a ride. I'm gonna have to save up and buy the rest of his books to donate to my library because we don't currently have them and that's a crime. Every American citizen has a right to these gems.
The only thing keeping this masterpiece from a 5 star rating is the typos, though admittedly they add to the story in a way. This book is amazing. If you read it, prepare to laugh out loud!
Like Alice through the looking glass, I have fallen - full send! - into a new world of endless wonder and whimsy: the Tingleverse.
Whereas Zuckerberg struggles to understand emotion and feeling in his imagined world (and our real one to be quite honest), Dr. Chuck Tingle shows no such limitations. This world is real. It feels. It breaths. It lives and laughs and loves and - by god - it makes love. It makes love hard. Has ever an author so captured the imagination and spirit of life? Of what it means to be alive? Of what it means to have needs and what it means to meet them? And Tingle does more than capture life. He creates it. Like Prometheus bestowing fire upon man, he selflessly shares his gift, thinking of neither punishment nor any scorn the gods may throw at him. He shares his warm words freely with his humble readers. With his blessed, fortunate readers who savor every ounce, and... now, with me. Perhaps next, if this review may dare to successfully move you, Tingle may share his words with YOU.
I maintain that I read Helicopter Man Pounds Billionaire Dinosaur Ass for the plot ✨
And if the plot just so happened to be a mixture of superhero origin story, Jekyll and Hyde retelling, and gay-dinosaur-meets-animated-object erotica then who am I to judge. But actually, this was the first time I ever read anything remotely close to this genre (which I'm extending to monster romance and all that jazz), and it was really interesting. There's a certain charm to the absurdity in the world - the way it's taken for granted that every single character finds this helicopter's sixpack irresistible, for example - that was refreshing, and I see how the genre can offer avenues for both escapism and exploration.
The many typos and unconventional character names only add to the absurdity and the experience.
I also was going to do a good bit that compares this book's exploration of nanotechnology to Michael Crichton's Prey, but I'm tired and guess I'll just settle to reference the bit that could've been. However, I will say that this book unironically contains sci-fi elements (including a big evil corporation like Weyland Yutani: Buttcorp), and that was fun too.
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Long sidenote:
This is the 52nd book I've read this year. As much as I'd like to pretend I didn't care and wasn't looking at the number of books I read, I do and have been. I'm a firm believer in making reading fun. I'm also a firm believer in setting goals for myself to help me get back into something I care about. A few years ago (five??? Where has the time gone), the first goal was 12. One book a month. And it was a hard goal. I was still busy in college, and I barely made it. Then the goal became 24 books. Two a month. One every two weeks. And some years I made it and others I didn't - but it helped me stay motivated without ever becoming a chore.
52 books in a year doesn't sound very fun. That's a book a week. A bucket list idea that I've never fully put on my list because I didn't want to be someone who turned a hobby into a chore for some arbitrary goal.
Yet here I am... 52 books in this year. I didn't set out for it, and I still wouldn't recommend forcing yourself to do it if you don't already read a lot, but I have to say: it was fun. I read some really, really goofy books. I read some explosive (pun intended) political and environmental manifestos. I read the most speculative yet endearingly human science fiction I've seen in a long time. I read books that made me blush and think and feel. I could go on and on and write a bunch of sappy things that no one will read or that perhaps only my brother will read and make fun of me for... go for it, Nick. I'm a helpless romantic, and if you read this far into my Helicopter Man review, you've earned the right to mock me I guess.
Anyway, all that is to say is that 52 is a big number, and I'm proud of it, but 52 this year came easier than 12 did that first year. I'm proud of that one too.
So regardless of the number, let's celebrate whatever amount we read and remember to enjoy it along the way. Here's to keeping reading fun and doing more of what we love 📚🥂
Few books these days , especially erotic books are able to balance genres of supernatural, romance, and office drama. Eve fewer are able to prove that LOVE IS REAL. but CHUNK TINGLE is able to transcend all genres and barriers to create a powerful, inclusive series that will literally change representation in LGBT literature as we know it, while creating a genre all it's own.
Jon Hams is a sex addict- but after a freak accident, he is able to change into a sexy helicopter with the alternate ego of Chibs Pratt. That's when his luck in love, and life changes.
AN INSPIRATIONAL TALE OF PERSONAL GROWTH, Chuck Tingle transcends the themes of identity and erotica , literally turning each character on their head as they seduce their way to personal growth and self actualization.
Fall into this LIFE CHANGING modern fantasy/scifi adventure that will tingle your senses, and change your life.
Guys...I have no idea what just happened. I can't tell if this book made me feel like I was on shrooms or if I should have taken shrooms before reading.
Either way, I had a surprisingly good-adjacent time?
Sidebar: I have never taken shrooms. That was a ha-ha. If you took it seriously, idk what you're doing on this book's page.
John Hams is a human, a recovering sex addict whose drug of choice was dinosaur billionaires, who has been celibate for years. One night at Sexaholics Anonymous, he meets charming and devastatingly handsome stegosaurus Yorb, who is recovering from some secret pain in his past as well. Despite an instant attraction, John declines Yorb's offer of dinner, scared he may relapse. The next day John gains the ability to transform into a sexually irresistible helicopter after a freak accident in the secret government research lab where he works. Unfortunately, his cellular structure is also unstable and he may die any minute. He decides to use his newfound ability to seduce Yorb as Chibbs Pratt, a supremely confident and sexually voracious helicopter bad boy. But soon John finds Chibbs taking more and more control, threatening not only his relationship with Yorb but possibly his life. To make matters worse, the government is probably after John as well since the accident fused his body with nanobots that are government property, meaning John has stolen himself. Will John be able to get Chibbs Pratt under control before his life is destroyed? Will this shape-changing Helicopter Man find love with a kind stegosaurus with incredible abs? And just who *is* Buck Trungle, anyway?
Despite the fact that this story is undeniably completely batshit crazy, the best part of this short novel is that Tingle writes it like a straightforward romance. He spends plenty of time establishing characters and their relationships before moving into the graphic descriptions of gay man-on-dinosaur, dinosaur-on-helicopter, man-on-helicopter, etc. sex. It's hilariously dead-on in its mimicry of standard romance novel style and structure, and mind-bendingly bizarre as you try to figure out how exactly, say, a human man and a helicopter can have sex in a bathroom stall. In short, Chuck Tingle just wrote the Bizarro novel of the year, so at least that's settled.
For a while now Chuck Tingle has been bringing me joy. His book titles such as "Trained by the Living Biker Train" and "Bigfoot Pirates Haunt my Balls" made me believe in the creativity and determination of mankind. Reading the description of this book rendered me temporarily blind and unable to breathe, that's how much I was laughing. I knew then that at some point I would have to read this book. What I got was by far NOT the worst "romance" I have ever read.
Despite some bad decisions made by the main character (par for the course in books such as this) I never found them strangle worthy. On the whole I was surprised how engagingly it was written. That said the author is in bad need of an editor or at the very least a proof reader, things like using 'there' instead of 'their', 'carrier' instead of 'career' and the most common but jarring 'troughs' instead of 'throes' should be easily picked up on and fixed.
For me this seems more like a parody of erotica writing rather than erotica writing itself. The main character is a helicopter shape shifter but that is unusual. A dinosaur is a dinosaur in this universe all the time and I don't think of helicopters and dinosaurs as 'indoor friendly'. I'm reminded of a website that a friend showed me a few years back "furnitureporn.com", it was clearly a joke site boasting "hot chair on chair action", there was even a short stop motion video. I didn't think of it as porn. But that doesn't mean that people didn't masturbate to it.
Sometimes, your air conditioner goes out, your flat screen breaks, and you don't have an ounce of Jameson in the house to get hammered. When this happens, you need an epic love story. A love story to end all love stories. A superhero origins story. Basically, you need a Helicopter man pounding a billionaire dinosaur. Don't judge. You ended up on this book page and are reading reviews for a reason.
John Hams is a billionaire dinosaur gay sex addict. He attends meetings for it. John Hams always gets referred to by his first and last name by almost everyone. He meets Yorb, a billionaire dinosaur at his sex addicts meeting. Shortly after, he's exposed to some nanobots at work, giving him the ability to turn into a sexy helicopter man with raging sex control issues. Hence, our superhero origins begin.
This book is a wild ride. I wasn't sure what to expect with this being my first Tingler. I've read books where the author makes an appearance before, but this time, I was rolling with laughter. I clearly need to pick up more Tingler's, but under less dire circumstances like my AC and flat screen being borked. I've managed to get my hand on more Jameson
All art inherently speaks. Even when not given a voice on purpose, to create is to lay one’s soul bare. Everything we put into the world is a reflection of us and our own unique perspective. Art is, by definition, a commentary on the subjective human experience. It cannot be said how much of Chuck Tingle’s story was intended to be as such. But regardless of how intentional it was, I have yet to hear a voice as powerful as Helicopter Man Pounds Billionaire Dinosaur Ass.
“Art should disturb the comfortable, and comfort the disturbed.” No artist understands this better than Chuck Tingle. Beyond the wacky hijinks of a world filled with sexy dinosaurs exists an earnest exploration of the human struggle. The struggle with inner demons, past trauma and the desire for connection. The value of love in an all too commonly loveless world. Helicopter Man Pounds Billionaire Dinosaur Ass shows us a truly grim depiction of the shared experience. The darkness that each and every one of us is capable of, and the strength it requires to pull ourselves out of it. But the message of the story is ultimately one of hope. Love, true love, does exist. And it can fight back against the darkness.
Presented through a lens of absurdist humor, Helicopter Man Pounds Billionaire Dinosaur Ass tells a thrilling tale of romance, betrayal and gay dinosaur sex. It follows the story of one Jon Hams; relatable everyman, and his journey to self discovery. Danger, mystery, and the quest for true love. The narrative never once fails to keep pace with its enticing promise of these themes. The story uses the familiar structure of erotic-romance and flips it on its side. Subsequently deconstructing, then reconstructing it with a refreshing new veneer.
The deadpan adherence to the style and structure of traditional romance literature makes Helicopter Man Pounds Billionaire Dinosaur Ass a truly genius piece of satirical fiction. The story’s mimicry of the romance genre not only illustrates a true understanding of what makes a love story so enticing, but simultaneously works to heighten the emotional resonance of the story itself. Never before have I witnessed comedy, tragedy and sexual tension balanced so expertly within a single narrative work.
Among Chuck TIngle’s many strengths as a storyteller is his concise character writing. With scarce few words, Chuck TIngle can articulately convey the hopes, dreams, goals and struggles of a character in just a few paragraphs. Beneath the surface level absurdity of a sentient dinosaur love interest named Yorb lies a sincere and earnest depiction of themes such as addiction, loneliness and self destruction. Comedy is so often used as nothing more than a tool for cynicism. A filter used to deflect away from true sincerity. But at no point does the absurdity of Helicopter Man Pounds Billionaire Dinosaur Ass detract from its core themes. Every character, be they dinosaur or helicopter, shares a vulnerable exploration of the human struggle.
Helicopter Man Pounds Billionaire Dinosaur Ass is the first full length novel by author Chuck Tingle. And though I do not wish to dwell on minor infractions in light of what can only be described as a literary masterpiece, I feel it would be disingenuous to claim that this wasn’t immediately apparent. The abundance of spelling and topography errors read akin to something of a first draft, to such an extent that it makes me wonder if they aren’t on some level intentional. I mean, literally any basic writing software should correct most spelling errirs automatically. It could be said that the many errors are simply part of the charm. An additional bid of meta-textual absurdism to add the comedic flux of the narrative. In truth, I did warm to them myself upon a second reading. Whether the typos stand as a blemish or a charming faux pas within the narrative might simply be a matter of personal taste.
Beyond the glaring departure from basic linguistics, there is but one flaw I can expose within the narrative. One that, unfortunately, I cannot dismiss on the grounds of personal taste. That being the ending of the story itself. Amidst the compelling tragedy of romance and self discovery exists the thinnest veil of a superhero origin story. Despite the novel’s claim of such in the description, at no point in the story does the protagonist do anything that can even remotely be described as “heroic.” The tail end of the story sees a satisfying end to the romantic conflict of the narrative, only to be overshadowed in the last few pages by an attempt to serialize the story into the already oversaturated superhero genre. In a classic bid of promising a continuation beyond what is needed, Helicopter Man Pounds Billionaire Dinosaur Ass ends with a disappointing attempt to capitalize on a recent craze of multiversal narratives within the already tired market of multiverse plotlines. I will ultimately reserve judgment until I see these promises delivered. But for now I can only say it exists as a slight blemish on what would otherwise be a perfect end to a perfect story.
In many ways, Helicopter Man Pounds Billionaire Dinosaur Ass achieves the impossible. It defies genres, breaks convention and explores the hidden intersection of absurdist humor and erotic fiction. An authentic exploration of addiction and self destruction. A celebration of love and self worth. An all out, unhinged action-thriller that never fails to keep you engaged. A rollercoaster of emotions that never once slowed down. Helicopter Man Pounds Billionaire Dinosaur Ass is, in my opinion, an instant classic. I for one have been thoroughly tingled, and cannot wait to see where the series takes me next.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Resolution for 2022 is to read more gay smut…first book of the year and boy did it start with a bang…
Let’s get something clear, this title is a mirage for the story that is within.
Chuck Tingle knows he is a brilliant writer and these ridiculous titles are part of that brilliance.
Aside from the heinous typos (could this be part of the Tingle allure?), this book does the impossible.
It takes a ridiculous idea to a place of smutty perfection with surprisingly deep take away a.
How does addiction break identity into two, how to we hurt and rationalize what this addiction does to ourselves and others? How can fear of our addictions create a fractured state of existing that holds us back from living?
Yes, these are truly the insights I gleamed from Helicopter Man Pounds Dinosaur Billionaire Ass.
Truly, this book should not work. But it does. And I’m speechless.
5.00/5.00 🆘Rating —cause what, how, why? 4.75/5.00 ⭐️ Overall Rating — .25 off for typos
Helicopter Man Pounds Dinosaur Billionaire Ass is a ludicrously silly erotic parody novel. Since I’ve been aiming to become what one might call ‘well read’ on the subject of kink and erotic literature, it seemed like it would be a gross oversight not to read at least one book by Chuck Tingle. Of course most of Tingle’s works are short stories, but thus far he has two full length novels out, so I decided to pick up the first one. And as my first Chuck Tingle piece, it certainly did not disappoint.
I'd bet my life 'Chuck' is a 38 year old, white, gay, former alcoholic (now with A LOT of time on his hands), attending recovery meetings and currently living somewhere between Glendale & Silver Lake California.. probably even wrote a few tv scripts in his day before he got sober.
Aside from that, he's a genius and I'm jealous he thought of such crazy, out there, totally relatable dinosaur-helicopter romances first.. Le sigh..
Kudos Chuck.
So damn hilarious at points I can't help but laugh out loud, especially reading it, cover photo showing on public transportation.
The ever enjoyable, delightfully absurd Chuck Tingle has pulled it off again. Having recently been recommended and subsequently devouring Trans Wizard Harriet Porber and the Bad Boy Parasauropholus, I was eager to get my hands on another Chuck Tingle novel and it was just as satisfying. I wasn't sure I could really get behind the helicopter-stegasaurus relationship but it really does come together. I laughed out loud. It's not literature but it is a lot of fun.
I read this out loud during a five hour car ride and was not disappointed. My only complaint is that Mr. Tingle does not seem to edit his first draft very much, if at all, before publishing so there are lots of typos. Still much better written than Fifty Shades of Grey. Five stars.
Once you pick this author, you will never stop to reading these books. Because who is doung whom in the most bizarre ways by the most bizarre combination like dinosaur and helicopter. How? Why? Everything is answered in the book and I can’t get the image of dino and helli passion out of my mind.
The good Doctor Tingle can do no wrong. Here we have a harrowing and heartwarming story about consent, forgiveness, addiction, and the ways we can lose ourselves and find ourselves again. Also a man turns into a helicopter and has sex. A lot.