Behavior improvement can be tricky. It's one thing to get a guy to stop swiping other peoples' stuff, or cleaning up after himself; however, it's difficult to control a roll of the eyes or spouting off. Most of the civilized world would consider this basic manners, but disrespect is just ingrained into many of these guys from the dregs of society. It's as if they were raised on a steady diet of Jerry Springer and Maury.

This resident has been in and out of trouble for years, and as such, he knows the routines of institutional living. That said, he has developed an "us versus them" ...

Behavior improvement can be tricky. It's one thing to get a guy to stop swiping other peoples' stuff, or cleaning up after himself; however, it's difficult to control a roll of the eyes or spouting off. Most of the civilized world would consider this basic manners, but disrespect is just ingrained into many of these guys from the dregs of society. It's as if they were raised on a steady diet of Jerry Springer and Maury.

This resident has been in and out of trouble for years, and as such, he knows the routines of institutional living. That said, he has developed an "us versus them" mentality when it comes to anyone with a title, and this doesn't bode well for his integration into society. He's a tough guy, and he wants everyone to know it. The House Managers, though, just love turning these tough guys into little cock sucking bitches, so I gave him a taste (and more) of what it's like when the tables are turned.

His dick sucking skills are on par with a straight dude who doesn't much like cock, but at the same time it was quite the turn on. He has a smooth silky mouth, and he's gotten enough head in his life to know a few little tricks. He also didn't complain too much. I'm guessing he's been on his knees before when the situation called for it. His demeanor completely changed, though, when I got his legs in the air and grabbed a bottle of lube, I was about to penetrate him, and he knew what was coming. He looked downright frightened. It was enjoyable to know that this blabber mouth finally was in a situation in which he had little to say. He just laid there and took it as I slid my cock in. When my shaft was about haflway up his fuck hole, I could tell this was going to be a fun time. Not only did it feel great, it was just tight enough to feel good without making it a complicated fuck. And with his strong legs I was sure to get a hell of a ride.

I loosened him up on his back, and he took it balls deep by the time I was up to a steady pace. I turned him over into doggie, and still he was doing fine. I almost came because it felt so great as I was grabbing his asscheeks while going to town on his hole. But I was eager to see if he could ride well. I was figuring that he could because of his stature. Sure enough, I was right. He rode that cock well, too - both frontward and backward. I was definitely giving his ass a workout, and he was feeling it.

Once I had had my fun, I rolled him over on his side and picked up the pace until I was close. At this point he had definitely had enough, and he was groaning. He knew what was imminently coming his way, too. I often wonder what is going through these guys' minds when they are about to be bred for the first time. Of course they have all nutted in many a girl's pussy many a time, but being on the other end of the equation must be a mind fuck. Complete role reversal. Whatever was going through his pea-brain, I dumped a bigger load than usual, getting about three quarters deep inside his hole and I kept squirting as I pulled out. This deadbeat just got bred good, and he probably won't be talking back or being disrespectful for the duration of his stay with us. So that's progress of a sort, isn't it?