Incident #137 – Pounding That Tight Boy Pussy

It’s not uncommon to have a moocher or two at the House. Some guys roll in with zero respect for anyone else’s stuff, so they “borrow” whatever they feel like—nothing major, not phones or watches, just little things like sodas or a few cigs. Still, even petty bullshit can blow up fast when everyone’s stressed and living on the edge. When you’ve got almost nothing, even leftovers in the fridge feel worth fighting over. It’s not a jungle “out there,” it’s a jungle in the House. We’ve got a brand-new 18+ blond from the Deep South. Sweet to your face, but he’s got sticky fingers and keeps pushing his luck. After a couple days of complaints, I decided to make it crystal clear: in this House, you respect people’s property—or you pay for it. I dragged him into the kitchen, made him apologize, and told him he could make it up to me the way he really knows how. He dropped to his knees and went to work like he was trying to earn his spot. A little too much teeth, but the kid’s eager and learns fast. Then I had him climb up on the bar stool and present that tight ass. He was small and flexible, and once I got him opened up, he took it like a champ—whimpering, moaning, and gripping the counter while I pounded him deep. He rode my cock, eyes locked on mine, showing off how limber he is, and I used him until I was ready to blow. I pulled him down and made him finish me with his hand and mouth, taking every drop like a good little slut. He may be a lazy pain in the ass, but when I need to get my rocks off, that boy pussy is going to be hard to resist.