Some residents just think that the Halfway House will be some sort of vacation for them. They come down from the Midwest on their parents' dime hoping for afternoons by the pool and barbecues at the beach or something. It doesn't often occur to them until they arrive that they will be slopping burgers and fries at some dirty fast food just for barely enough money to pay their rent and buy some store brand mac 'n cheese or microwave burritos with the leftover. Needless to say, it also seems to slip their mind that they will need to be doing all of this sober. The conundrum for us is that any ti...

Some residents just think that the Halfway House will be some sort of vacation for them. They come down from the Midwest on their parents' dime hoping for afternoons by the pool and barbecues at the beach or something. It doesn't often occur to them until they arrive that they will be slopping burgers and fries at some dirty fast food just for barely enough money to pay their rent and buy some store brand mac 'n cheese or microwave burritos with the leftover. Needless to say, it also seems to slip their mind that they will need to be doing all of this sober. The conundrum for us is that any time they step outside, they are tempted to go back to their old ways, and it's pretty fucking easy. Any stop at a gas station or convenience store can land them a pocket full of rough times ahead. And so it is with this dipsht. He was barely here a week and he can't even piss clean. So, I did what I had to do, which is to let him know exactly what his place in the world is: the bottom. Of course, failure is always an opportunity. It's an opportunity for the resident to get a second chance, as well as an opportunity for the House Managers to get some primo teenage ass. Since this guy seemed like hardened type, I really let him have it. After spitting on him and throat fucking him, I made him gag on my cock several times before I had him throw those legs in the air and introduce him to being a fuck toy. His hole felt really good, and I do believe that he might be one of my new favorite residents. He can really take a pounding, and he doesn't make much of a fuss about it. He can ride, too, which surprised me. Usually these blue light special types can't run half a block without getting winded, let alone ride a fat one for more than ten seconds. But him, he did a great job. I almost busted inside him just from his up and down motion. But I kept going because I wanted to get him in a few more positions before I dumped a load down his throat. He shouldn't feel bad about being the latest House bitch, though. There's no shame in getting help.