Good Boy: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

"Not that kind of movement." The fecal kind. Heh heh... After a minute, people started to quickly fill up the area in front of the stage. Young teens would crowd up by us while their parents waited in the back at one of the many, many bars Starland had to offer. I swear they had seven or eight. Finally, the lights darkened and the show started. The first band sucked. The second was Butch Walker, whom I had met when Larisa and I went to see Avril last time on a much bigger stage. His stuff was kind of a non gay Dashboard Confessional type deal. It was good and he put on a great show. What was also great was the hot lil brunette chick standing next to me, her arms draped over the barricade. She was wearing a tight pair of cargo pants and a white tanktop with a necktie. She couldn't have been a day over sixteen. What a moron. Didn't she know the necktie look was so 2003. I would have loved to put it between her ass cheeks and make her cry and yell, "I'm sorry! No more neckties! No more neckties!" Take her to school. You feel me?

We were dead center in front of the stage. When Avril came out, finally, the crowd went nuts. Girls pushed from all directions trying to get closer. As she started the first song, she looked down at the two of us, then smiled at me, giving me a wink. She was wearing a tight little pair of black Dickies pants and a small tight blue t-shirt with a white logo and lettering across the chest, short enough to show off her studded belt and sometimes her tummy, depending on how she was standing. I couldn't place what the shirt said, guessing maybe it was Canadian eh. She looked insanely hot. Her long blonde hair swung back and forth as she ran all over the stage, playing to the crowd very well.

As her set progressed, she kept flashing me smiles and winking, causing my tool to harden a little each time, knowing full well what was to come afterwards. At one point she jumped down between the stage and the barricade, coming right up to me, singing her song as she stood less than a foot from me. I could only smile as she touched the hands of the hysterically screaming teens and preteens surrounding me and Gary. The other members of her band were nice enough to throw more than a few guitar picks in our general direction, which we in turn snatched up, in some cases ripping them from the hands of the girls around us. Hey, if we didn't have any tickets to get autographed, we sure were going to take something home. In my case, hopefully a used pair of panties to go along with the guitar pick.

Finally, the show had ended and as me and Gary stood sternly in place, scouring the floor for guitar picks and set lists and anything else of memorabilia-status. A roadie bent over on stage and waved us to come through. As we went to jump over the barricade, this dickhead security guard started giving us shit. The roadie saw what happened and tapped the guy on the shoulder, waving us in. Fuck that prick. He was the same douche who wouldn't give me a Three Days Grace guitar pick that landed on the edge of the stage. He said, "No, I cant." The tried to use some slight of hand shit and grab it and put it in his back pocket, like I wasn't watching him intently. This little Irish dipshit was fucking five foot five and a hundred and seventy pounds. Bouncer my ass. He's always look like he was gonna get smothered by a crowd surfer.

The roadie pointed towards the hallway, yelling over the PA's exit music that we should go to her dressing room. The show had already been over for a good ten minutes as we reached Avril Lavigne's dressing room area. The band sat down on leather couches, sweating, wrapping towels around their necks. One by one they all left to go shower and change so they could go out and sign stuff for the insane fans that were waiting in the cold by the busses. I'm the insane one, because I'd be the kid out there in shorts.

"Great show Av," I said as I plopped down next to her. She was all sweaty from the performance and the heat in there from the lights and the equipment. She took a big gulp of water from one of the many bottles on the table.

"Thanks Matt. You looked like you had fun. Did that high school girl next to you rub against you enough?" she asked playfully.

"HA. Haha," Gary said, bursting into laughter. It was unexpected to the both of us. He laughed as I got nervous.

"...No. She didn't," I simply stated using humor as a way out of the awkwardness. Like after sex with a fat girl, I was slapping the thigh and riding the wave out. After a few minutes of talking, Avril kind of hinted that the party was over. As nice as she could, she ended the night. "Well, I need to go shower and then we're going to get on the bus and go, okay Matt?" she said as she stood up, sighing as she was tired from the performance.

"Sure. You're the boss."

"I am." She stretched her arms up and grunted, getting out any tightness in her small tight body. "Gary, it was nice to meet you."

"You too. Thanks for getting me in for free and everything."

"Oh, no problem. You're welcome. I'm glad you had a good time." Avril's music wasn't Gary's favorite cup of tea, but he enjoyed it. Her hotness also helped out a lot, especially being so close and being able to see her clearly. "Forgive me for not walking you out, but fans and whatnot..."

"It's cool," he said, hesitating before leaving. I guess he didn't know if I was coming with him or what.

"I'll walk you out," I said, breaking up his nervousness.

"Here, take this," said Avril as she threw me her backstage badge. "Incase there's any problems. Hurry back okay?" she said as she winked at me, taking another sip of ice water. Nice.

Gary said goodbye as we walked out of their main dressing room. "So whad you think?" I asked.

"Dude I can't believe you're goin on tour with her."

"I know man," I replied back, having it sink in more now. "Whad you think?"

"She's so hot. Fuckin tiny dude. I had no idea she was that small." Avril was petite to say the least. She was probably five foot three and a hundred pounds if that.

"I told you." We made more small talk as we got to the main door. I thanked him for the ride and everything. He didn't care, having gotten a free ticket and backstage pass. Finally, we split up, going our separate ways. I turned back around and headed for Avril's dressing room.

I entered the main room where we all sat and recovered from the show to find it empty. "Avril?" I asked out loud, knocking on her private room's door, the room Avril had for herself.



"Matt?" she yelled through the closed door. I turned the handle and cracked it open, peeking in.

"Yeah. Can I come in?" I asked, my ear to the open part.

"Yeaaah," she answered back, louder than before. I opened the door more to find a shocking site. She was leaning back on a black leather couch with her legs spread open. She remained in her sweaty clothes, her hand covered by her unzipped pants. Her left hand was furiously pounding away at her little wet pussy as she watched me come into the room. "Mmm. Close the door."

"Well, isn't this quite the sight," I mumbled out loud to myself as I watched her masturbating. She stuck out her right arm, moving her fingers in a come hither motion.

"Uhhhnnn. I realize that... mmm. That you had your friend here toniiiiight," she stuttered as pleasure coursed through her body. It was much like the golden power beams that ran through Skeletor in the Masters of the Universe movie... only not as bright. "But every... single... night I want you back here. Aahhh yess... Back here, waiting to fuck me." I took a few steps closer towards her, my penis painfully hard, ready to fulfill my job description. I was about a foot away from her when she reached out and grabbed my shirt collar, pulling me down on top of her. My arms shot out and held myself up over her so I didn't fall on top of her and crush her. Avril shoved her tongue into my mouth without warning, forcefully fucking my mouth with it as she diddled herself.

"Mmm baby. How do you want me?" I asked as I pulled my head back away from her.

"I need... mmm I'm gonna come sooon... Fuck me... from behind," Avril groaned as she stood up. I grabbed her left arm and pulled it out of her pants. Sliding my left arm around her slender waist, I pulled her against me, pressing my aching cock against her unbuttoned wet pants. I pulled her sticky hand to my mouth and started sucking her fingers, one at a time at first.

"Tastes, so good."

"I know," she added softly. Avril panted a little even though she wasn't masturbating anymore.

"Av how do you want it tonight?" I asked her while still sucking her juices off her fingers, not sure of how she needed to be taken care of. "Soft, hard... what? How should we go about this?" I wanted to make sure I gave her what she wanted and made this worthwhile.

"Well, I'm the rock star. And I tell you what to do. I want you to shove that big fucking dick in my tight pussy and fuck me. Do you get me??" she grunted at me, pulling her hand out of my mouth. I guess someone was still in character.

"I think I get you," I responded as I immediately spun her around, causing her hair to fly out to the side, and pushed her hard against the couch. She stumbled forward, losing her balance, falling on the leather seat. I reached forward and grabbed her unzipped pants by the studded belt and ripped them down below her ass. Her pants fell down, resting on the back of her knees as she kneeled on the couch, her chest resting on the back of the sofa and her head on the top of it. "No panties?" I asked, angrily.

"No... Mmm Matt, fuck me." I slapped her ass hard with my hand as she reached up on the back of the seat and gripped the fabric with her hands, bracing herself for getting railed hard.

"God you're such a slut." She turned her head, panting from anticipation as I unzipped my green cargo pants, pulling my erect rod out.

"Matt, please... Condom okay?" she said shaking her head over to the table, where a Trojan sat. Neeeeeehheeeeeee!!! (horse noise) Trooojan maaaaahaaaan!!!!!! I realize she didn't want to break the mood, but it was important to her and I didn't know her status on birth control. I had used one with her when Larisa was with us, but using it only on Avril. I reached for the premium latex condom... shameless plug... and opened it, easily putting it on my cock. After all, I had busted in one just to see what it felt like... a few times... so I knew how to operate one. Oh excuuuuse me. I was a virgin at one point. God.

I reached out and ran my thumb over her asshole as I pulled the condom down over my member a little farther, making sure it was completely unraveled. Avril gasped and cooed a little as my thumb pushed into her tight backdoor. I felt it clench down hard around my thick digit, obviously not used to having anything in there besides yesterday's burritos. I stood up on the couch, my legs at either side of hers as I pushed my thumb deep inside her virgin asshole, causing her to moan.

"Mmmm." Without warning, in one swift motion, I plunged my thick aching tool deep inside Avril's pussy, dripping with her own sweat and sexual juices. "Aaaaah!!!" she screamed as I was instantly fully inside her. I immediately started bucking my hips back and forth, slamming my condom covered cock inside her tight little hole, fucking her doggie style. "OH FUCK YESS!" she screamed out in pleasure as her hands clenched around the leather seat. She gripped handfuls of the black material as her body rocked hard against it. Avril moaned and whimpered as we fucked backstage after her show. The top half of her body draped over the back of the couch, almost lifeless as she got railed. "Mmm. Mmmnmm. Uh. Uh. Hmmm." Avril's body jerked hard against the leather as I gave her one hard pump, and then another, and then another, each time slamming her against the cushioning.

"Is this what you want?? Is this how you need to be relieved after every fucking show baby?" I grunted into her ear as I leaned forward, resting my body against her sweaty blue t-shirt. Her pussy was so tight compared to Larisa's. Not that hers was loose or anything, but we had so much sex that it was bound to give a little. I ran my hand over her shoulder and up the side of her head, finally pressing my palm against her forehead, holding her head up and back towards me. The two of us fucked like animals, my body overtaken by my primal urge to procreate. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass and then back at the zipper of my pants, as I... we... were still fully clothed. Something about that made it sexier.

"Ye... yessss. Aah! Aaahaaa! Fuck yesssss!!! Ggggrrrrrrrrraaah. FUCK ME!!!!" she screamed out in a deep voice, like she was possessed. I pulled back on her forehead, forcing her to look straight ahead as she stuck her arms out for support. I yanked her head back closer to mine, hearing her cry out in pleasure and pain at the same time. Her throat arched out forward as I made her look at the ceiling. "Yes! Yes! Oh God, just like that!"

"Say my name," I said sternly into her ear. "Say it when I fuck you." I sucked her ear for a full two seconds after I whispered into it. Avril's small body bounced into me repeatedly. She was so small and tight and I felt powerful over her small frame.

"Ahhhh Matt! Matt! Just like that Matt!"

"Who's the best?" I asked her as I gripped her hips, yanking her back into me every time I pushed my crotch forward, stabbing her with my skin spear.

"You're... you're the fucking best Matt! Aaaah! Aaaah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" she screamed every time I impaled her on me. Hearing her moan and pant my name caused me even more arousal. I fucked her harder each time she spoke the word. The black leather sofa shifted on the floor as we rocked out on it, not being wedged against something.

"You couldn't even wait ten minutes for me could you? You had to start fucking yourself huh? Huh??" I groaned into her ear. "You fuckin little whore. How am I... supposed... Uggghhh! ...To do my job... If you can't... stop... yourself?!" I said angrily into her ear, thrusting my thick swollen cock inside of her harder and harder with each phrase. I could feel her tight pink pussy lips rubbing over my shaft as I slid myself in and out of her, her little labia dragging over my meat.

"Oh my fucking God! Oh my fucking God Matt you fucking bastard!" Avril gritted through her teeth, loving every second of it. I slid my arms around her toned thin frame, around her chest, pushing myself down on her, crushing her small person. I was easily able to completely surround her body due to her petite size. I pushed my hands up inside of her sweat drenched blue shirt, darker in some areas from the wetness, roughly groping her small tits through her bra. I pushed myself down on and deep inside of the young singer as I fucked her doggy style over the couch. She screamed out in pleasure even more.

"AAAH! Yess!! Ohh ooohhhhh. Grrr aaaahhh!!" I felt Avril's tight pussy lips trying to strip my cock bare, tugging at the condom with each thrust. I kept fucking Avril as hard and fast as I could, taking out some of my... most of my aggression with Larisa. "Ahaaow. Oww," she grunted as I had my arms under her chest and inside her shirt, my hands wrapped around her shoulders. Her shirt pulled up towards her head as I kept pushing my arms up to her shoulders, pulling her onto me and stabbing her hard with my dick, trying to pierce her stomach a few times. "Aaaah SHIT!" she cried out. "Aaahahaaa!!"

I could feel her cunt muscles clench down on my cock like a vice as she was about to orgasm hard. "You gonna fucking come already??" I said in a pissed tone right into her ear. As I spoke, my lips rubbed against her ear, that's how close I was to her head. "That's what you fucking get when you can't control yourself," I added as I squeezed her breasts hard in my hands. I pinched her nipples through her bra, pulling them down away from her chest, stretching them roughly, then squeezing and groping her chest once more.

"Oooohh... myyyy... Gooodddd!!!!" Avril belted out. "Please don't stop fucking me. Never stop fucking me. Please. PLEASE!!!" she screamed out, one toe over the line of coming on my meat stick. I wrapped one arm around her stomach, pushing on the top of her thighs by her waist, forcing her back against me. My right arm pushed under her torso diagonally, my hand wrapping around her left shoulder, giving me more control as I angrily and violently fucked her. She was not the only one releasing some pent up frustration. I thought of how I would fuck Larisa, if I was punishing her for her sins against me. Those feelings fueled my fire as I slammed myself deep inside Avril, rocking the sofa back and forth, hearing the rubbing of our bodies against the loud leather... the ripping and rubbing sound of leather on leather and skin on leather... the farting noise when we rubbed against it.

"Tell me I'm a good boy Avril. Tell me," I grunted as I pulled on her hair a little, bringing her ear to my mouth so she could hear my orders.

"You're... a good... boy. Fuck!!! Ughhhhnnn!!!! You're... Oh God you're such a good boy!!! Keep fucking my pussy! Pleeeease!!" I was able to feel myself sliding back and forth against the soft walls of Avril's pussy through the condom. However, it prolonged my urge to explode. My body towered over hers as I smothered her from behind. Her begging and groans and cries of pleasure filled the quiet room, probably being heard from outside. "Ahhhhaa. Matt! Matt! I'm so close... I'm so..." Her black fingernails were about to rip the leather couch as she clawed at it in reaction to my dick stretching out her hole.

"You gonna fucking come you little bitch??" I grunted as I pulled her into me hard and fast, as if she was my hand and I was jacking off, running an angry batch.

"Yesssssss. AAAH MAAATT!!! I'M! I'M! AHHHAAAAA!!!" she cried out in one last fit as she shook in front of me. Her body gave out as I raped her sopping wet pussy with my man of steel. I pushed forward and pulled her back into me simultaneously as I rested my chest against her back, our sweats mixing as we violated the poor leather sofa. My hands gripped her shoulders, my palms on the front of her body, forcing her to impale herself on me as deep and roughly as I could. I felt the tip of my dick press against the back of her cunt as it wasn't stretched out enough to accustom me.

"Come for me... Uhhn. Come for me," I whispered as I tried my hardest to finish as well. We had only been fucking for about fifteen minutes or so as she came, primed from her own doings. Even though I hadn't busted in two months, I was able to last longer than expected due to the thick condom.

"Fuckkkkkkin SHIT!!!! Avril yelled as she spasmed, her body arching up in the air out of nowhere, then collapsing still on the couch. Her vagina clenched down tight as she trembled on the back of the couch, exhausted, her body sensitive. She went limp as I pounded and tenderized her cunt with my meat hammer for a little while longer. "I'M COMING!!!" I was so close to climaxing, her cries of ecstasy the thing that did it. "Ooooohhh GOD YESSS!!! AHHANNN!!" A few minutes later, my seed burst out of my pee hole, filling the tip of the condom.

"Aaaaaahhhh!" I yelled out, panting from lack of breath. "Unnnhhnnn!! Aaah!" I breathed heavily as I lied on top of Avril, supporting myself on the young girl's exhausted body. Slowly, I pulled out of her and collapsed sideways, falling on the couch. My cock still twitched subtly as my orgasm came down. My thighs and front of my pants were covered in her pussy juice. Her wetness also dripped down her legs, making her thighs sticky. My member started to get soft, sliding out of the cum-filled condom without any help. Avril huffed and puffed on the back of the couch, collapsing on it and hanging over the back like an old batch towel. Finally, she mustered up some strength and pushed herself off, falling on top of me. I threw my arms over her, holding her against me, her back to my chest as we were both a sweaty mess of sexual relief. "God dammn," I mumbled, sweat dripping from my hairline.