Incident 309: Accepting What He Cant Change – Daniel Dean

Another day, another new resident. Thanks to all of the problems with society and education these days, it seems that the Halfway House will never be going out of business. This guy, from the second I met him had “use me” written all over his face. He is the quiet type, for sure, and that’s great because he won’t be stirring up a lot of trouble among the other residents. However, he’s the type that will try to furtively get his fix one way or another. I decided to lay down the law quickly with this one, and let him know his place. His place in the scheme of things, in particular, is to be a cock sucker and a cum dump. Since he’s new to dick, I’m not going to complain too much about the head. He did as he was told, and his mouth feels pretty good. He does have a lot to learn in the deep throating department, however. But overall, seeing him stare up at me with my dick being worked on was hot as hell. Not gonna lie, he’s going to come in handy on those slow days. I moved on to his ass. He’s a hairy guy, and he works out, so he’s got that sexy swarthy thing going on. I was happy to see him put his legs into the air without much of a fuss. One thing is for sure, though – this guy is tight. It took longer than your average delinquent to get my cock into that juicy ass of his. Finally his sphincter gave way, however, and I was able to begin pumping. I thought that since he had strong upper legs, he’d be pretty good at riding, so he tried that out. I guess he’s not used to impaling himself on a cock, but given the situation, I give him an “A” for effort. It was at this point that I think he finally realized exactly what was going on, and he was till trying to process what was happening. I was eager to breed him, and the fact that he was tight and at this point probably a little sore made it even hotter. He just laid there like a deer caught in headlights, but he knew what was about to happen. And I bet he couldn’t wait to get it over with. Well, sure enough it was over, and his young punk hole was full of jizz. It won’t be the last time he’s used as a receptacle around here, either.