Boys Halfway House: Bareback Teenage Wasteland

Some guys you can't help but dislike. Not only does this one have a negative attitude, he is full of complaints and excuses. If he opens his mouth at all, it is to whine, and when he leaves his room in which he spends most of his time, the other residents scatter like dust in the wind. Part of the thing is his poor hygiene. House Managers aren't too accustomed to having to tell guys to take a shower or brush their teeth. Nonetheless, if you can get over the stench and the bellyaching, he is definitely fuckable. I personally like those 18 year old Midwestern boys with the tall basketball player bodies and smooth, lily-white skin. I was kind of happy when he fucked up and got in way past curfew. His bunk mate had locked him out of the room, and so he pulled out the sofa bed. I waited for hours for him to wake up, but even with all the racket that morning he didn't budge. I walked over to him and awoke him from his peaceful slumber. Pulling my cock out, I placed his hand on it and instructed him to jerk me. He complied. It felt good, and made me think I should spend more time hanging around the bus station talking to the derelicts scrounging up money for a ride. I decided to see how good he was at cock sucking. Not too shabby! My hunch is that he sucked many a dick for a place to sleep as he was delving ever deeper into his addiction. Regardless of where or how he learned it, I was impressed. Now, all I needed to do was find out how good his hole felt. Fucking someone you are contemptuous of is kind of like one-way makeup sex. It feels great, and you can let your disgust and anger out all at once. Believe me, I had plenty to be upset about with this guy. So basically I use his hole like a battering ram uses a masonry wall. He didn't much like it, but I didn't really give a fuck. He deserved every second of it: one, for being a rule-breaking dipshit, and two, for never appreciating his chances to turn his life around.