There are some residents that just deserve everything coming to them, and this idiot is one of them. He’s so slow at his chores that even his bunk mate complains. He goes to work late, comes back late, and basically can’t get into the game. This isn’t boding well for his recovery, either. In addition to his road to success, however, I’ve basically been interested in one thing since he first transferred over to us, and that is getting his pretty lips around my cock. The funny thing is, when I walked in on him and made up a b.s. excuse to begin his intensive therapy, he dropped to his knees like a cocksucker in a porn shop stall. “Well,” I thought to myself, “at least he knows what’s expected of him around here.” He sucks cock like a pro, and I was enjoying it. I could tell he hadn’t sucked a lot of dick, but definitely enough to know his way around. No teeth, firm lips on the shaft, and he only choked and gagged a few times. In another few weeks he won’t even be having trouble deep throating the whole thing. Getting fucked, on the other hand, isn’t his forte. But he will get the swing of that as well, I’m sure.
It took me a few minutes to work my dick into his hole, and I could tell that he wasn’t enjoying it one bit. He was clenching his teeth and clenching a fist while I slid my pole further into his cunt, and I was a little worried that this was going to be a tough fuck. I guess it had just been a while, because once he was loose enough, he took it like it was payday.
I fucked him on the kitchen counter until his hole was red, swollen, and gaping. I coulda busted inside him right then and there, it felt so good. He didn’t take too kindly to me grabbing his hair, but I’m not sure if it was because he didn’t want to be treated like the bitch he is, or if he was worried about how it would look after I was finished with him. But anyways, now that he WAS ready for a pounding, I wanted to see if he had some skills. I made him ride me, and the guy has some jump in his game! It felt great. I love these young dumb delinquents ride dick. It’s a memory that will be burned into their tiny little brains. For years or decades onward, every once in a while they’re gonna remember the time they were my own private little whore. Whether they remain whores is up to them, but because of their transgressions, they put themselves in the situation at least once. And when they’re older and not so pretty anymore, that thorn in their side will be a constant reminder of how they fucked up, and the price they paid. Roses fall, but thorns remain.
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