Getting Results

All of the self help books and cutesy little posters make recovery seem so easy and cheerful. I suppose for some people this is helpful, but the reality is much darker and more difficult. Getting results isn't about learning a new catchphrase - it's about changing your entire way of life. This is where a lot of our residents hit the proverbial brick wall. Take this lowlife, for example. He thinks that just because he started to do yoga and he's on a quote-unquote health kick, he can still continue exactly those habits that ripped away his comfy little prior life. Well, fortunately for him we House Managers use our guiding hands and other methods to sometime gently (and sometimes not so gently) correct unwanted behaviors and attitudes. When contraband was found, I can't admit but that I was excited to be the one chastising this fresh peach. After all, he's ruggedly handsome and he does have a nice lean bod. But primarily I was eager to see those straight-boy lips wrapped around my cock, and the submission in his eyes. It didn't take long for my dream to come true, because at the end of the day, he has nowhere to go, and he knows it. So, he ends up on his knees with a mouthful of cock. But that wasn't the end of it. I won't say he was the best newbie cocksucker ever, but it was good enough that I wanted to get more comfy. So, I reclined on the bed, and had him strip all the way down and get inbetween my legs. What a way to enjoy one of the perks of the job! He pretty much knew that he was going to wind up getting fucked, and he put up no resistance. Instead, he bent over like a proper bitch, and - back arched perfectly - offered up his ass to my pole. (After seeing that, I think there might be something to this yoga thing.) It wasn't long before he was getting slam fucked, and I especially enjoyed grabbing his asscheek while my cock rammed into him balls deep. This resident has a very high pain tolerance, apparently. I flipped him over to continue, but to tell you the truth, I just couldn't get enough of his ass. So, I had him ride me. He rides cock pretty damn good. Of course, since he'd not done it before, it took a minute for him to get into the swing of it, but after a while he was bouncing up and down like a rockstar. I couldn't wait to breed him any longer, and I laid him down and continued the pounding. At this point, he did seem to begin wincing. I guess every dude's hole does have his limits. But as that pleasurable pain intensified, so did my urge to seed his hole. Before you know it, he was full of sperm. Now that's what I call getting results.