When I was growing up, we used to call guys like Patrick Gentry “tornado bait,” or “blue light specials.” Mostly because they were from the wrong side of the tracks, or because they were cheap and low quality. Not to say that our newest resident is of low quality – far from it. He has a pretty face, a nice lean bod, and a great ass. He boxes competitively when he isn’t in the slammer, so aside from a few unfortunate missteps, he is relatively fit and healthy. He must not box enough, however, because his anger management skills are totally out of whack. That combined with the wrong paraphernalia in your trunk can land you here with us.
The other problem this guy has is that he tends to disappear without notice, and then have “cell phone problems” for hours on end. When a BOYS HALFWAY HOUSE resident is AWOL and won’t answer the phone, that usually means he is up to no good. I decided that after an unauthorized absence of almost and entire day, this was my opportunity to bury my cock in that pert little butt of his. He didn’t take too kindly to getting slapped, but he got the message quickly, and soon he was down on my cock. He has the kind of palms of a guy who has never done any hard work, which is perfect for handjobs. In addition, he is fairly good with his mouth and tongue, which surprised me somewhat. Maybe he learned that at the county facility?
Truthfully, though, this guy was one of the most difficult virgins to pry open. It damned near took forever, but once I finally had his little red hole opened enough, he took to being fucked quite well. I’m looking forward to pounded his tight little butt again next time he fucks up.
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