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

"Ummm..." I thought, trying to sum up my adventure. "I saved some money on my car insurance by switching to Geiko." The lounge pretty much started laughing all together at my hack joke. It was a cheap joke. I'll admit it. It was almost guaranteed a laugh.

"Matt! Be serious!" laughed Patty as Peter was laughing himself into a stomach cramp next to me.

"Fine. Um... Well, I went on vacation with some friends..."

"Where'd you go?" she asked.

"Massachusetts," I replied back instantly. "And we all went fishing. And... as we were out on the boat, a storm came. And then another storm hit. We had to decide whether or not to drive back straight through it or wait it out. ...And they were both coming at us from different directions, which really was a bad, bad thing." Most of the lounge started to crack up again as I just told the plot of A Perfect Storm. "And then the boat tipped over and my friend Mark Wahlberg was left just floating in the water." Patty didn't get it, not having seen the movie, but could tell it was just bullshit from the floor's reaction.

"Matt you're too funny," she said, trying to convince everyone what she was hip.

"That's bull. Why are you lying???" asked Peter, totally blowing up my spot. WHAT AN ASSHOLE!!! "Why don't you tell them what you really did?"

"Shut up man," I whispered angrily to him, livid that he blabbed my secret, almost.

"Matt went on tour with Avril Lavigne!!!!!" Half my floor mates looked at me in disbelief as the other was surprised and believed it, knowing I had been dating Alex Mack. For that reason, anything was possible. The majority of people knew about us after they or their friends saw me with her in the building.

"That's cool Matt. Did you go to a show or something?" asked Patty as she sat down Indian style on the dirty worn out green lounge couch.

"I went with her for about three weeks," I answered back quietly, hoping the conversation would happen to move along to my dipshit roommate so I could embarrass him. Went with her for three weeks... and fucked her almost every night, at least once.

"Wow! Are you for real??" she asked.

"Yeah." I seemed less than enthused. I looked around blankly into space, trying to hint that I didn't want to talk about it. Part of my hesitation was that I missed Avril. I didn't want to talk about it, especially with a room full of people.

"Did you win a contest or something? Like was it a radio thing?" she asked, knowing I wanted to be a shock jock when I graduated. SHOCK JOCK!

"I'm friends with her." I was really uncomfortable now and just wanted to pass to someone else.

"Wow! That's so cool!" she said. I could see the other people whispering to their friends about what was just revealed. I'm sure some didn't give a shit because they didn't care for her. Some of those who didn't still were shocked that I had mad Hollywood connections.

"How do you know her?" she asked, now believing that I did actually know her. "Whad you do on tour?"

"... ...Through a friend," I hesitated to say, referring to Larisa. Cristina and Dina tuned around and looked back at me from the nearby table, seeing how that question would affect me. They both knew that we had broken up, as I blabbed about it drunk one night. They were nice enough to not tell anyone. "I hung out. I helped the guitar techs and roadies some nights," I added, actually telling the truth. The road crew had showed me a few things and were nice enough to let me help them out. I continued to sit on the floor, my feet on the ground, my knees bent. I didn't make eye contact with anyone, just looking down at the floor. Hopefully mamichulo would get the hint.

"Verrryyyy interesting," she said, her voice trailing off as she nodded up and down, thinking I'd probably win. "Peter. What about you?" she added.

"He got his pubes!" I yelled as I covered my mouth and looked away from him over at the corner of the room out the window. He just punched me in the arm as I blew up his spot. As Peter told his answer, I slowly got up and walked out of the lounge with no intention of going back. I didn't want everyone to know that I knew these people and did these things. I was shy and I wanted to keep that private. The last thing I wanted was to answer a million questions about dating Larisa or fucking Larisa, or dating or fucking Avril, or fucking Larisa and Avril together, or coming inside both of them without a condom. You know... there's some things you just don't discuss. I'm a classy guy.

As I got back to my room, Dina followed after me, knocking on the door frame, standing outside in her usual saggy pants, her thong sticking out. She was wearing a white tanktop, her hair up in a pony tail as she leaned against the door, her dark blue sweats blending in with the blue painted door.

"Hey Matt," she said. "Can I come in?" she added.

"Sure," I said as I sat down on my bed. Dina came in and sat next to me on my right side... on the same bed where Larisa jerked me off as I told her how I thought about Dina when I ran many a batch.

"So, how was your break?" she asked as she rested her hands on her knees, looking around the room to see if anything was different. She looked beautiful with her boobs jiggling as she slightly bounced on the mattress. She definitely had some cleavage working.

"It was okay."

"It sounded pretty exciting," she added. She lived sort of near me but we didn't hang out at all over break, not that I was there for most of it. We weren't really that close of friends outside of school, just really friendly.

"Yeah. I had a good time." More than she would ever know, unless she got me drunk, then I'd show her the kind of fun I had. I'd call her Willy Wonka as I tongued her asshole, and tell her I wanna tour her chocolate factory. ...With my mouth!

"How is it going with Larisa?" she asked next. "Did you two see each other at all?"

"We're on an indefinite break. ...I guess you can say I saw her." From a distance when she was making out with the first guy to ever fuck her. "She's in Europe now doing a movie. I don't know for how long or anything," I said in a low monotone voice. Dina didn't say anything to my comment. She didn't want to pry into my business, but tried to show she was curious as to my mental health and happiness.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Dina said as her hand moved towards my knee. She gave it a little squeeze as she smiled at me, her head cocked sideways, her long brown hair hanging back in a ponytail. "I'm sure everything will work out for the best." I hoped she was right. We were less than a foot away from one another. "Well, I'm going to go find another class to add. I'm one short."

"All right."

"Gimme a hug," Dina said as she turned her body sideways and wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck. All I could think about was how nice her titties felt pressed against my chest. I ran my palm over her back as I heard her giggle and moan in a nonsexual but somewhat ditsy way. Although I said before, she wasn't ditsy at all. After a few seconds of our close friendly embrace, she got up and walked away, her thong and top of her ass teasing me as she left my room. Needless to say, I had half a chubby as she exited the dorm room.

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The next few weeks of school went by slowly. I already had an oral presentation for my Media Criticism class. We all had to choose a topic and he assigned a date. Being it was only one presentation for the semester, it could be viewed as lucky that I got to go towards the beginning with my group, getting it out of the way. I was lucky enough to have a class with Lauren, almost two classes, but I couldn't sell her on adding the second.

Lauren was a girl that I had class with the previous semester. If I hadn't been with Larisa, I would have definitely asked her out. She was about five foot six or so, long blonde hair, a gorgeous set of breasts. They were large despite their appearance... probably a mid C cup. Again, I'm not a breastesses man. Lauren was oddly hot in that "I'm so plain Jane" sort of way. She was the girl next door, but the average girl next door. If I had to pick a celebrity she resembled... I'd definitely have to say... Take the daughter on the old show Boy Meets World. The original cute daughter, not the older one who suddenly was trying to be sarcastic funny. Take her and add about seventeen years. That's Lauren.

She had the most innocent brown eyes, even blowing Larisa's out of the water in that category. She was funny, smart, so beautiful... She knew that I sort of liked her the previous semester. I would try to sit next to her whenever possible and talk to her before and after classes. I would get awkward around her, seeming cute. Of course this is all after Larisa cheated on me and we broke up that I actually tried to score.

As the new semester started, I decided to try my luck with her. After a few weeks of flirting and whatnot, I found out she was sort of seeing someone else, so I backed off. Luckily, I wasn't too hurt. After being with two celebrities, slumming with the regular college girls wasn't too big a deal. If I would score, great, if not, well I know I'm better than them. ...Yeah so I also jacked off to Lauren a lot too.

Being down on my girl luck, I turned to other ways of passing the time. I worked out and continued to fight off Valerie and her sexual advancements. Even though Larisa Oleynik and I weren't a couple and may never be one again, I felt guilty about sleeping or hooking up with her cousin. I didn't want to jeopardize my chances of reconciliation... of Matt and Larisa, version 2.0. I also didn't want to lead Valerie on, being she told me she had a huge crush on me a few months before.

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As school progressed, I missed Larisa more and more. This led to a downward spiral of my life. It wasn't all overly terrible, but one thing led to another. I went to the gym almost every day until it became nice out, allowing me to run outdoors. I still ran outside in the winter, but only when it wasn't ridiculously cold out. I worked out almost every day, skipping class a lot because I wanted to get my workout done early in the day to get it over with. Around mid afternoon, the gym wasn't crowded either, so there was less waiting for the machines. I was lifting more weights and doing more cardio than I had ever done before. I was dropping weight and getting more buff. New Jersey's Vin Diesel. I even started taking mixed martial arts classes. I found that kicking someone's ass was a great way to relieve stress. The downside to that, besides skipping class... if you even call that a downside... was that I wasn't eating all that much. I would feel depressed whenever I thought of Larisa and would lose my apatite. So, that combined with the exercise...

I also skipped a particular class for another reason. I had read about some dong enlarging exercises on the internet the previous year and I'd always try to get into the routine to see if it really worked, but unfortunately the hobby never lasted more than a few days. I decided it was finally time to give it the "old college try." You know, being that I was in college. It's not that I was lacking in that department, being I had a seven and a half inch redwood in the forest... a tree that more than one celebrity loved. I just felt inadequate to the guys Larisa had been with. It wasn't the fact that they were better looking or larger in the pants than I was, but it was the fact that she fooled around with them at all that made me question myself. I wanted to get better so I would be the only one she wanted.

According to the routine I was to follow, the exercises needed to be done every day to ensure results. I ended up skipping my Ethics of War class almost every time we met. I'd only go when there was something due, many times leaving right after I handed it in. It worked out well because that class sucked and I didn't need to go, and Peter had class that period every day of the week. On days where I didn't have to skip Ethics, I had off, allowing me the time to perform my routine. And it worked. Boy did it work.

Another routine I had was the drinking. I got drunk many night of the week. It wasn't that I drank way too much quantity wise. From not eating so much and then exercising, the alcohol hit me faster, allowing me to get tipsy or drunk relatively quicker than normal, depending on how wasted I wanted to get. There's nothing wrong with being a two beer queer once in a while. < --- Douchechilllllll! I became known as the drunk kid on the floor. It caused some concerns, but I never was sloshed to the point where I was throwing up or banging ugly fat chicks. I just always had a nice buzz going to take the edge off.

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I lied in bed one Saturday night feeling Valerie next to me. Okay so I'm not saying I didn't fool around with her from time to time. I'm only human and I can make mistakes. And I use the term fool around loosely. We just kissed. Never even got to third base. She was next to me on my left side, her arm slung across my chest. She rested her curly brown haired head next to my shoulder, sort of using it as a pillow. We decided to hang out that night and watch a movie together. We were both exhausted from our long days and the boring movie, finally deciding to just go to sleep. "Hold me tighter," she said as she lifted her left leg up, resting it on top of my left thigh as it lied bent at the knee. I slipped my left arm underneath her neck, cradling her head against my body, my other hand sliding up her bare left thigh, cupping it in place just below her ass cheek. Okay! Okay! So sometimes we slept together. I mean next to one another. It was nice having someone in my arms as I fell asleep. I missed it. I have needs and feelings you SOB.

"Val... I don't know if we should keep doing this," I said softly, running my fingers through her hair. The college junior snuggled against me as we tried to keep warm under the beige comforter. I would sometimes stay there and sleep over after we hung out. Most of the time we shared her bed. It never really went anywhere. Sometimes if we were both drunk we would kiss or diddle with one another a bit. A good amount of the time we were well behaved and I just held her. I liked sharing a bed with someone. It made me feel less alone.

"You don't like this?" she asked me softly as she raised her knee up, curling herself into a smaller ball. I could feel her sock covered feet rubbing against my legs, trying to keep warm. Valerie would wear socks in bed but never pants. She always wore a regular bikini cut pair of panties and a tanktop or some other revealing shirt.

"No, no. I do, but... I don't want to lead you on. I know you like me," I loudly whispered.

"I do like you Matt," she whispered, half asleep. "It's fine. Trust me. Mmkay?" she added in a soft calm voice. Before I had the chance to answer, she fell asleep in my arms. I kept her close to me, loving the feeling of someone wanting to hold me close to them, the feeling of her bare thigh on my hand... the fight inside me as to whether or not I should slip my fingers just inside her panties a little and satisfy my urges.

As I toyed with the idea of fondling the sleeping girl next to me, my cock started to move in my pants, inflating like a hot air balloon and eventually standing at full attention. I could feel it rub against Val's thigh, causing me to shudder under the covers. I involuntarily pushed my groin against her naked leg, loving the feeling of her soft skin against my bare prick as it stuck out of the hole in the front of my boxers. 'No Matt. No,' I thought to myself. 'If you sleep with her, kiss Larisa goodbye.' After a good half hour of tossing and turning next to the beautiful brunette, smelling her hair, feeling her arm around me, feeling her long sexy legs against my special area, I finally fell asleep.

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"Mmmm, God I've waited for this all day." I pushed Avril onto the sofa in her dressing room as she verbally shared her yearnings. We were in Orlando, Florida after her show at another small club. I stood on the side of the stage watching her perform. Every time she came offstage for an equipment change or a break between songs, I was there to grab her breasts or rub her pussy through her tight black skater pants, furiously Frenching her at the same time. Avril seemed as if she couldn't wait to finish this particular show, always looking offstage and making her short segue speeches even shorter than normal.

"I know you have baby. Did you like the attention I gave you all through the show?" I asked as I climbed up behind her on the couch, slipping my left arm around her tiny abdomen, pushing my other hand inside the waist of her still buttoned pants. I forced my way down to her crotch with my hand as I felt her bare pussy, already dripping from horniness. "Mmm. I see you were a good little girl today, following my directions."

"Yeah Maaatt," the singer moaned as she tilted her head to the left, her long light blonde hair falling to the left side of her body. I licked and sucked on her neck as I buried three fingers inside her tight box, feeling my range of motion severely limited by her fastened pants. "No panties today."

"Do you want me to keep waiting offstage for you?" I asked as I sucked on Avril's neck hard, trying to give her a hickie, at the same time molesting her cunt with fast working fingers. I flicked them back and forth, moving them in and out of her sweet young pussy.

"Yessss. Mmmm." Avril closed her eyes as she bit down hard on her bottom lip.

"Yes what?" I asked as I pulled her small nimble body back into my cock, pressing it into her ass. I grinded against her through our clothes. My growing boner had nowhere to go inside my green cargo pants and they felt tighter and tighter with my increasing arousal.

"Yessss Matt. Keep teasing me. Keep making me want your... Oh God!" the Canadian cried out as I shoved a fourth finger deep inside her tight snatch, my digits lining up left to right, stretching out her hole. It was a struggle to shove the extra digit in her box due to its tightness and to the waistband of her pants, limiting my range of motion. Avril's skin tasted slightly salty from her sweat during the performance.

"Undo your pants," I told her sternly as I took both my hands and squeezed her small chest hard, roughly fondling her breasts through her green vintage t-shirt. I could feel her nipples stiffen against my palms as I angrily groped her boobs. Avril's hand went to work, undoing her belt and her pants. "Now lift yourself up Avril," I said as I pulled her up to her knees by her tits. As she stood up tall on her knees, I could see the top of her head, being she was so much smaller than me. I felt her tug her pants down towards her knees, keeping her legs stuck in her sweaty pants, just like most of the other times she got railed after the show. It was one of the hotter nights, the humid muggy Orlando air seeping into the venue. "What do you want now?"

"You baby," she replied as I ran my hands up under her tight little shirt, clawing at her bare chest, feeling no bra... my other request. I though it was hot to see her pink little nipples poke through her shirt as she performed onstage, impatiently waiting to come off and get fucked. With the bright lights and the arousal I caused her between songs, her nipples were always prominent through her tight shirts, letting everyone see how horny she was. It was as clear as day. I know it turned her on to see guys in the crowd stare at her and fantasize about fucking her and coming all over her or inside her.