This kid had only been in the house a few weeks, and he was already fucking up. Sterling (what a name!) got a job quickly and seemed on the up and up, but Friday came and guess who missed his Saturday morning NA meeting? This dumb shit had slept in, and I could tell by the way he was lying on the bed, on top of the covers, fully dressed, that he must have had an awfully fun night after work. I decided to wake him up and show him how it was gonna be here at the house, for not focusing on a healthy, sober recovery. This fucker was groggy as fuck, and barely knew what was going on. I yanked off his socks and shorts - this is when he really started to freak out. I told him to take off his shirt, and as I whipped my cock out of my jeans a panicked, almost terror-stricken look came across his face. I had been sure he had done gay shit for an 8 ball back in the day, but then again, maybe not. So here we were...