Many people have an occasional lapse of willpower and many more have a difficult time deferring gratification. I’ve found that these common problems are more extensive among our residents and that the problems are further compounded by simply being lost in the world. People talk about the underprivileged, or the misfortunate. A good many talk about these people needing compassion and other talk about them needing to pull themselves up by their bootstraps. Unfortunately neither solution really works, but one thing does – just telling these fuckers what to do and making them do it. So, case in point, this dimwit needs to get his act together, but it’s only going to happen via a good talking to and a stick. In this particular resident’s case (as with most), that stick is my dick.
He thought it was just a game and smirked some, but once I starting unzipping my zipper he released just how serious I was. And even though he had obviously zero skills as a cocksucker, I was rock hard just because he looked so fine down on his knees servicing me. I enjoyed making him feel like a bitch and it was good for him, to boot. He continued sucking my cock on the bed and then I turned to that other orifice. This one looked very nice indeed. He’s a pale guy and his rosy cunt contrasted nicely with his firm white buns. I was eager to destroy it. After all, this whole process is sort of a creative destruction. I destroy their holes and in the process I create someone who gives a damn about the rules.
Fucking this bitch boy in doggie was great, just because he has such a nice ass. Missionary was great too, primarily because he has great pecs, but also because those clear bright eyes just staring around the room in wonderment as I beat up his fuck hole with my cock. His hole, like most delinquents, felt damn good. Since he obviously was a strong guy, I thought he’d be able to ride fairly well. In fact, it was just OK, because he doesn’t seem to have the best motor skills in the world. But I give him an “E” for effort. I had him face away so that he wouldn’t get vertigo and so that I could concentrate on breeding his ass. Well, it wasn’t a chore to do just that. I nutted – a lot – inside of him and as he pulled off of my dick, some of my seed just began oozing out of his blown out hole. It was beautiful and I think he might have begun getting the whole point of this recovery thing. After all, he only needs some leadership in his life. – Boys Halfway House.