Avante vs johnsmith

[Avante]

johnsmith looked small and weak beside the monstrous Avante, he also had a funky little limp. The crowd was beginning to feel cheated, what chance would a little man like johnsmith who resembled that skinny guy on the beach have once the vicious Avante started kicking sand in his face? How about slim and none.

The Vegas line had the fight off the board, no action on johnsmith no matter what the odds.

As Avante stepped into the ring the crowd went crazy with....AVANTE! AVANTE! AVANTE!. The big man just winked then did a little James Brown. A few minutes later here came johnsmith he appeared to be getting tired walking to the ring. He was dwarfed by his handlers. The crowd was taking out their disgust on this total mismatch with.....YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! the little man could just hang his head.

So there they were David and Goliath but this time not even God could help the midget. After the instructions from the ref johnsmith fainted. The crowd went bonkers....AVANTE! AVANTE! AVANTE!..the big man winked did a little moonwalk and hit the showers.

johnsmith was dropped on his head as they carried him out of the arena on a strecher.

[silverblk mystix]

[GoodOdor]

Avante letting people get in his head, per par.

[GoodOdor]

Avante, were you twicking your nipples while you were reading this gay fantasy-erotica about you touching another man?

[ohmwrecker]

So, what happened with the two young guys in the Wal-Mart parking lot?

[Avante]

Avante letting people get in his head, per par.

So after his shower the reporters started filing in, Avante was always gracious with his time so he answered all their questions.

NYTimes....did you forsee him fainting?
A....no.
ESPN...will there be a rematch?
A...if the money is right?
SI...how much would you need?
A..a quarter.
GoodOdor...ever thought about bodybuilding, you're a big buffed out dude.
A...dude, take your hand off my ass...ok?

[Avante]

So, what happened with the two young guys in the Wal-Mart parking lot?

This is the internet guy, are you really going to buy it?

[ohmwrecker]

This is the internet guy, are you really going to buy it?

I just wanted to see what you would come up with.

[Avante]

I just wanted to see what you would come up with.

That's why I didn't go into detail, I knew it would be...sure. So why even ask? Yes little guy I've been in figts, actually ed, know my music, life weights (wow who else does).

Give it a rest my man , ok?

[ohmwrecker]

That's why I didn't go into detail, I knew it would be...sure. So why even ask?

Not necessarily. If your story seemed plausible, I might have believed it.

[Avante]

Not necessarily. If your story seemed plausible, I might have believed it.

We need to talk, ok?

ohmwrecker, I don't really care what you believe or don't believe ok? I don't put too much into guys who do nothing themselves, alright?

[GoodOdor]

I waited. The room was dark, with only a sliver of light coming through the edge of the blinds, casting just enough visibility in the room to not walk into a wall, but never enough to see anything, like a face. I was on my knees, in just my boxer briefs, staring at the front door of my apartment. Why, might you ask, was I doing such an odd thing?

I was waiting to suck a .

A year or two earlier, I had strayed from an all-straight lifestyle, trying my first gay experience in a fit after breaking up with a girl. A girl with whom I was in a six month relationship - isn't that always the way it is? Trying guys after a breakup? I had always wanted to try sucking , to be honest, but I felt that I could explain it away if it was after a messy breakup. I had been in college, and I had sucked one of my best friends off - he was gay, and mostly discreet, and it was pretty damn hot, to be honest. However, that is another story, for another time. Today I wanted to do that same act. But not in the same way.

I had met this guy on Craigslist. Well, "met", I suppose, is not really how it went. I posted in the m4m listings, asking for a dominant guy with a big that wanted a bottom boy to suck and swallow him, or take a facial. So I guess that isn't really a meeting, but that's just semantics. In any event, I received an answer from a guy that told me he had a shaved 8-inch uncut , and he worked out, and he'd be on his way. I knew from experience that he probably wasn't telling the whole truth, but I was thirsty, so I was willing to take whatever showed up. Eight inches is codeword for "I bet I can get away with having an average because he won't kick me out once I'm naked in front of him". It usually works. Not because I don't notice that he isn't what he said he was, but rather because once he's in front of me, hard at 5 inches, smelly, fat and hairy, I still want his . Yeah, I would have preferred what he advertised, but realistically, that's hard to find on Craigslist anyway.

So I was sitting there, on my knees, waiting for him to show up. I had left my apartment door unlocked, and ajar - not wide open, but just about a quarter inch from being shut, so he would notice that it was inviting him in. Some guys just need that sign to not chicken out. I had been here in this position for about 10 minutes or so, hoping he wouldn't flake out. I had knocked back a couple shots of rum earlier - I usually need a bit of liquid courage to meet up with a guy. You always hear stories about "the craigslist killer" and you do the napkin math, and figure there's no way you'll ever meet an actual killer. The rush is still there though - who will show up, and what will he really want to do? More often he's a bottom that wants to suck you, and that's really the worst you have to worry about.

Soft footsteps jolted me out of my musings. Your mind tends to wander while you're waiting - what else is there to do? I heard my doorknob turn, and I saw the shadow of the door open. I licked my lips, and a rush of adrenaline flowed through my veins. My hardened slightly - not fully, but just enough to push against my boxer briefs. Not that I was hiding anything in the first place.

The guy came into the room. Avante he had called himself. I could see his silhouette, but not his face. I could make out a t-shirt, jeans, and a ball cap. He seemed to let his eyes adjust to the darkness.

"You the sucker?"

My jumped a bit at being called my own personal favorite dirty name.

"Yes sir," I replied. My mouth was drying up like cotton. Hopefully it wouldn't stay like that.

"Good. Time to get to work." I could hear a belt buckle and zipper. My blood was zipping through me - moment of truth. Please, please, please have a nice .

Avante stepped closer. Suddenly, I felt a rough hand on my head. It pulled me forward, and I felt his touch my cheek. I lifted my hand and took hold of it, guiding it to my mouth.

"Drop that hand ." It wasn't a request. I did as told. And then it invaded my mouth. Just as I was praying, it was as he had described. No pubic hair rubbing on my face, no smell of sweat, no bulging belly pushing on my forehead. Just a nice, thick, uncut , filling my mouth. I moaned in appreciation, glad that he had told the truth, and even more glad that such a nice was making contact with my tongue.

"I knew you'd like it. I'm in a hurry, so make this quick, ." The word stung - I hated how it made me feel so dirty and yet, it turned me on. Being called names was something that really made me feel weak, in a good way, even as it degraded me. I suppose that's all connected. I tried, unsuccessfully, to put it out of my mind. It's hard to not have a sliver of contempt for yourself when you have a fat belonging to a stranger buried in your throat. I reached up - yep, my nipples were hard as rocks.

I focused on my task - I wanted to make this random guy feel good. His was thick, with a thin foreskin that rolled easily up and down his as I covered it in my saliva. I tried to go down as far as possible - I couldn't quite go all the way. I figured with some time, I could work it all the way down my throat, but he ordered me to be quick, so quick I would be. I wondered where he was planning to shoot his load.

I shifted to his balls - shaved as well. This guy really had a nice package, and he took care of it. This was rare, and I wanted to savor it. Avante had other ideas. He grabbed my left ear, and pulled it backwards. I let my head tilt back, which naturally opened my mouth wider. Instantly his was back in my mouth, and he started to thrust his hips, ing my face as he did so. I decided it was time to sit still and let him do his work. I relaxed as he grabbed my other ear, and started to get a rhythm going.

As Avante continued to thrust in and out of my mouth, I pulled my boxer briefs down and grabbed my own . It was hard as a rock as well. I timed my own jacking to his thrusts, my other hand teasing that spot right above my hole. "Mmmm, yeah, take that , ," I heard him whisper. I let myself imagine for a moment that I was a stripper that he had gotten into a back room, and that I was blowing him to make some amount of money. It really turned me on to feel used, and dirty. It helped that I was being used, and being dirty. I had to stop touching myself, as I was on the edge of ming.

Avante started breathing hard. I could tell that he was staring to get close. It was a little sooner than I wanted, so I tried to pull off to prolong this session. He was having none of that, as he grabbed my head firmly and started pumping faster. It was getting harder to breathe, and I struggled to keep up and time my breaths with his thrusts.

"Here I come, . Hope you're ready for this!" With a grunt, he pulled his out of my mouth. I held my mouth open, waiting for the inevitable shower of . Seconds passed, and all I heard was the quiet squish of his hand on his own . My tongue extended, desiring his , or the return of his . I didn't have to wait long. Without warning, the first stream of hit my cheek. The next two sprayed over my tongue and chin, and I quickly closed my mouth and swallowed his , tasting the liquid that had been shot in it. Salty, but delicious in its own way. The last couple of shots fell on my cheek, as Avante rubbed his on my face and exhaled heavily. I grabbed my own again and started jacking furiously. He pulled back as I did so, and as I closed in on my own orgasm, I could hear a zipper and belt buckle in the background.

My body temperature rose, and I could feel my fully harden. Suddenly, my orgasm overtook me, and I came heavily, dropping my on to the carpet in front of me. I shuddered as I rocked back and forth on my knees, trying not to fall over while not interrupting the flood coursing through my body.

I could hear Avante moving to the door as I came down, relaxed and sated. As I warmed and un-tensed my body, a familiar sense of shame entered my thoughts. I ignored it as best I could. "I'll be in contact sucker - and next time, you better be ready for a marathon blow. Later."

The door closed, and I let my body fall backwards. As I played with my softening , I felt both anticipation and trepidation for our next meeting. Next time, I would experience that fully.

[Avante]

I waited. The room was dark, with only a sliver of light coming through the edge of the blinds, casting just enough visibility in the room to not walk into a wall, but never enough to see anything, like a face. I was on my knees, in just my boxer briefs, staring at the front door of my apartment. Why, might you ask, was I doing such an odd thing?

I was waiting to suck a .

A year or two earlier, I had strayed from an all-straight lifestyle, trying my first gay experience in a fit after breaking up with a girl. A girl with whom I was in a six month relationship - isn't that always the way it is? Trying guys after a breakup? I had always wanted to try sucking , to be honest, but I felt that I could explain it away if it was after a messy breakup. I had been in college, and I had sucked one of my best friends off - he was gay, and mostly discreet, and it was pretty damn hot, to be honest. However, that is another story, for another time. Today I wanted to do that same act. But not in the same way.

I had met this guy on Craigslist. Well, "met", I suppose, is not really how it went. I posted in the m4m listings, asking for a dominant guy with a big that wanted a bottom boy to suck and swallow him, or take a facial. So I guess that isn't really a meeting, but that's just semantics. In any event, I received an answer from a guy that told me he had a shaved 8-inch uncut , and he worked out, and he'd be on his way. I knew from experience that he probably wasn't telling the whole truth, but I was thirsty, so I was willing to take whatever showed up. Eight inches is codeword for "I bet I can get away with having an average because he won't kick me out once I'm naked in front of him". It usually works. Not because I don't notice that he isn't what he said he was, but rather because once he's in front of me, hard at 5 inches, smelly, fat and hairy, I still want his . Yeah, I would have preferred what he advertised, but realistically, that's hard to find on Craigslist anyway.

So I was sitting there, on my knees, waiting for him to show up. I had left my apartment door unlocked, and ajar - not wide open, but just about a quarter inch from being shut, so he would notice that it was inviting him in. Some guys just need that sign to not chicken out. I had been here in this position for about 10 minutes or so, hoping he wouldn't flake out. I had knocked back a couple shots of rum earlier - I usually need a bit of liquid courage to meet up with a guy. You always hear stories about "the craigslist killer" and you do the napkin math, and figure there's no way you'll ever meet an actual killer. The rush is still there though - who will show up, and what will he really want to do? More often he's a bottom that wants to suck you, and that's really the worst you have to worry about.

Soft footsteps jolted me out of my musings. Your mind tends to wander while you're waiting - what else is there to do? I heard my doorknob turn, and I saw the shadow of the door open. I licked my lips, and a rush of adrenaline flowed through my veins. My hardened slightly - not fully, but just enough to push against my boxer briefs. Not that I was hiding anything in the first place.

The guy came into the room. Avante he had called himself. I could see his silhouette, but not his face. I could make out a t-shirt, jeans, and a ball cap. He seemed to let his eyes adjust to the darkness.

"You the sucker?"

My jumped a bit at being called my own personal favorite dirty name.

"Yes sir," I replied. My mouth was drying up like cotton. Hopefully it wouldn't stay like that.

"Good. Time to get to work." I could hear a belt buckle and zipper. My blood was zipping through me - moment of truth. Please, please, please have a nice .

Avante stepped closer. Suddenly, I felt a rough hand on my head. It pulled me forward, and I felt his touch my cheek. I lifted my hand and took hold of it, guiding it to my mouth.

"Drop that hand ." It wasn't a request. I did as told. And then it invaded my mouth. Just as I was praying, it was as he had described. No pubic hair rubbing on my face, no smell of sweat, no bulging belly pushing on my forehead. Just a nice, thick, uncut , filling my mouth. I moaned in appreciation, glad that he had told the truth, and even more glad that such a nice was making contact with my tongue.

"I knew you'd like it. I'm in a hurry, so make this quick, ." The word stung - I hated how it made me feel so dirty and yet, it turned me on. Being called names was something that really made me feel weak, in a good way, even as it degraded me. I suppose that's all connected. I tried, unsuccessfully, to put it out of my mind. It's hard to not have a sliver of contempt for yourself when you have a fat belonging to a stranger buried in your throat. I reached up - yep, my nipples were hard as rocks.

I focused on my task - I wanted to make this random guy feel good. His was thick, with a thin foreskin that rolled easily up and down his as I covered it in my saliva. I tried to go down as far as possible - I couldn't quite go all the way. I figured with some time, I could work it all the way down my throat, but he ordered me to be quick, so quick I would be. I wondered where he was planning to shoot his load.

I shifted to his balls - shaved as well. This guy really had a nice package, and he took care of it. This was rare, and I wanted to savor it. "B" had other ideas. He grabbed my left ear, and pulled it backwards. I let my head tilt back, which naturally opened my mouth wider. Instantly his was back in my mouth, and he started to thrust his hips, ing my face as he did so. I decided it was time to sit still and let him do his work. I relaxed as he grabbed my other ear, and started to get a rhythm going.

As "B" continued to thrust in and out of my mouth, I pulled my boxer briefs down and grabbed my own . It was hard as a rock as well. I timed my own jacking to his thrusts, my other hand teasing that spot right above my hole. "Mmmm, yeah, take that , ," I heard him whisper. I let myself imagine for a moment that I was a stripper that he had gotten into a back room, and that I was blowing him to make some amount of money. It really turned me on to feel used, and dirty. It helped that I was being used, and being dirty. I had to stop touching myself, as I was on the edge of ming.

"B" started breathing hard. I could tell that he was staring to get close. It was a little sooner than I wanted, so I tried to pull off to prolong this session. He was having none of that, as he grabbed my head firmly and started pumping faster. It was getting harder to breathe, and I struggled to keep up and time my breaths with his thrusts.

"Here I come, . Hope you're ready for this!" With a grunt, he pulled his out of my mouth. I held my mouth open, waiting for the inevitable shower of . Seconds passed, and all I heard was the quiet squish of his hand on his own . My tongue extended, desiring his , or the return of his . I didn't have to wait long. Without warning, the first stream of hit my cheek. The next two sprayed over my tongue and chin, and I quickly closed my mouth and swallowed his , tasting the liquid that had been shot in it. Salty, but delicious in its own way. The last couple of shots fell on my cheek, as "B" rubbed his on my face and exhaled heavily. I grabbed my own again and started jacking furiously. He pulled back as I did so, and as I closed in on my own orgasm, I could hear a zipper and belt buckle in the background.

My body temperature rose, and I could feel my fully harden. Suddenly, my orgasm overtook me, and I came heavily, dropping my on to the carpet in front of me. I shuddered as I rocked back and forth on my knees, trying not to fall over while not interrupting the flood coursing through my body.

I could hear Avante moving to the door as I came down, relaxed and sated. As I warmed and un-tensed my body, a familiar sense of shame entered my thoughts. I ignored it as best I could. "I'll be in contact sucker - and next time, you better be ready for a marathon blow. Later."

The door closed, and I let my body fall backwards. As I played with my softening , I felt both anticipation and trepidation for our next meeting. Next time, I would experience that fully.

translation

Avante can I suck your ?

[GoodOdor]

translation

Avante can I suck your ?

That little child you raped was actually a boy, wasn't it?

[Avante]

That little child you raped was actually a boy, wasn't it?

translation

Avante pretty please can I suck your ?

[Katherine Robinson]

[Avante]

Hahahahahaha...you nailed it Katherine.

[Avante]

Days after the ..fight?...Avante gets a phone call from ClipperNation.

CN....johnsmith was scared less, I'm half his size but a terror.
A....yawn!
CN...I'm talking to my people I want to set this up. You in?
A...what are you slick, 125 pounds soaking wet? I have a zit on my ass bigger than that.
CN...you're a got
A....ok amigo, here's the deal....after I stomp all over you like a brush fire will you please stop calling eveyone a got? You're the only sucker I know. Now think CN do you really want to do this?
CN...I'm a bad man and you're a got.
A...hahahaha! a midget talking hahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[johnsmith]

Quite an imagination you got there.

[Avante]

Quite an imagination you got there.

Got an A in creative writing Teacher told me...just learn how to actually write and you could have a future.

[mrsmaalox]

Got an A in creative writing Teacher told me...just learn how to actually write and you could have a future.

Well I guess we know what happened with that.

[Avante]

Well I guess we know what happened with that.

I once wrote a short story about a guy ending it all by jumping off a building, I called it "Falling". As he fell he started thinking about how his mother never loved him and why his dad shunned him, how come he couldn't find true love, why did his few....SPLAT!!!!!!!!!!!


Obviously I went into more detail. So there we are sitting in class (COS) when the teacher....attention class, I'd like to read this one....yep, she read "Falling". So in another class we needed a short story (forget what class) I handed in "Falling". So there we are ( week later) when the teacher...attention class I'd like to read this one...yep, "Falling".

[johnsmith]

I once wrote a short story about a guy ending it all by jumping off a building, I called it "Falling". As he fell he started thinking about how his mother never loved him and why his dad shunned him, how come he couldn't find true love, why did his few....SPLAT!!!!!!!!!!!


Obviously I went into more detail. So there we are sitting in class (COS) when the teacher....attention class, I'd like to read this one....yep, she read "Falling". So in another class we needed a short story (forget what class) I handed in "Falling". So there we are ( week later) when the teacher...attention class I'd like to read this one...yep, "Falling".

I can't imagine it could have been more riveting than reading about you reminiscing about Junior High.

[mouse]

The night was moist.........

[Avante]

I can't imagine it could have been more riveting than reading about you reminiscing about Junior High.

Whatever I do it's better than just leeching off everyone like you do. Dude, pull your weight or shut the up, got it?

Anyone ever notice the biggest...wahwahwah-ers..here are those who don't do themselves? Weird!