Boys Halfway House – Incident 293 – Accepting His Fate – Ryder
Too much of anything, all day, every day, is a bad thing. Regrettably, this resident chose the worst possible thing to do all day, every day, and it has pretty much ruined his life for the foreseeable future. The thing is, his habit has already eroded enough brain cells that he doesn’t seem to know the predicament he is in. At least he can still communicate somewhat, so there’s a bit of hope left for him. He needs to take care of his sticky fingers problem first, though. His penchant for swiping other residents’ property isn’t making him many friends in the House, Manager or otherwise.
It was my responsibility to show him the light, which I did first by whipping out my cock and having him stroke me. After a not half-bad minute or so, I thought I should see what kind of BJ skills this guy might have in the making. I have to admit, he isn’t half bad – not by a longshot. For a straight guy on the brink of prison for the next several decades, it’s probably as good of a skill to hone as any. Butt-wise, he has a nice one, so much so that I was more pleased looking at his rear side than the obverse. I was eager to break into his virgin hole.
I began slowly, with him on his back. Like a true redneck about to be fucked, he showed little to no emotion, but I could tell by his semi-flaccid cock that I was starting to hit the right spot. And with that validation, I began to pick up the pace. It was as easy as taking a soda from the fridge. I crossed his legs and kept at it, and began to enjoy myself as his hole started gaping around my cock as it slid in and out. Eager to dump a load into this mouth-breather, I laid him down and began pounding hard. Oddly enough, his facial expression remained as if he were completely un-fazed. Even as I bred his cunt with many spurts of joy juice, he was stoic. He’ll be alright wherever he ends up: He’s already accepted his fate.
