Another day, another critical failure. Such is life for the residents of the House. This guy Shane Daniels failed a test and in all rights should be outta here. However, he just might be useful to society some day, and he sure is useful to the Managers right now, that is – when they need to get their rocks off. When I confronted him about his sever breach of the rules, he looked me in the eye and said “I failed you,” as if I give a shit whether he gets better or not. And to say that after that little smirk he had on his face! What a lying, manipulative son of a bitch.
I brushed off the slight, primarily because I was interested in busting that virgin ass of his wide open. You see, this kind of guy is just my type: He is the kind of guy who in high school was nerdy without being smart. He probably held a decent part time job at a convenience store in the mid-sized factory town he grew up in. He hung out with friends who weren’t good influences, and he curried their favor by getting the same type of tattoos as that crowd, and by indulging in their vices with them.
As is usually the case, and as I found out while my cock was 6 inches up his rectum, was that his path in life all stems from Daddy issues. No shit, I was fucking this dude and he starts screaming out “Daddy.” It was almost disturbing. Not because us managers aren’t older authority figures, but because this guy is fucked in the head, and no amount of partying is gonna replace what he must need most of all. That said, knowing that he craves a father figure, I’m going to make sure he gets that kind of attention: except it’ll begin with a cock in his mouth and end with daddy being extremely gratified.
His cock sucking wasn’t half bad. I’m guessing he had a sister with a gay best friend. The reason I say this is because he sucked dick as if he had thought about it a lot but never done it. Well, now he’s done it, and I except he will get better with time. The fucking part, now that was my favorite. His sublime pink hole contrasts nicely with that kind of alabaster mid-western pale skin – the kind that never sees the light of day even when it’s nice and sunny outside.
That virgin hole was puckered up and just waiting to be explored. And trust me, it was tight. I could tell by the expressions on his face that it wasn’t the easiest cherry popping at Boys Halfway House. He was grimacing hard. However, he put up with it (see aforementioned issues) and after a while even got loose enough to ride my cock. Now here is a shocker: even though he was obviously feeling some pain, when I grabbed his dick as he was riding me, he got rock hard.
Now, ain’t that something? That hard on went away when I went in for the creampie. As I increased the pace and depth of my strokes, he was screaming. That worked like a charm for me, and I busted deep inside of him. It was an awesome breeding, and my cum was oozing out of his no-longer-virgin hole like the yolk out of a poached egg. He seemed not only happy that it was over, but happy that I had a good time. You see, all these guys need is support and approval.
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