Some residents you almost feel sorry for. It's apparent by their demeanor, accent, and general habits that they didn't have a fair shake growing up. This one I can just imagine him living in a vey run down small old house on a street filled with unkept yards and cars on cinderblocks. When I try to imagine what the inside of the place looks like, I shudder. Unwashed clothes draped on the furniture, thick, grimy dust collecting on almost every surface, and junk dispersed on every area of floor except for a winding path from room to room. So, it's no wonder when you get guys like this one, who rarely washes his clothing and whose living space is beyond a mess. Well, I'm not saying that cleanliness is next to godliness; however, a clean and orderly outer life is definitely necessary for an orderly inner life. And an orderly inner life is an important key to recovery. So, we insist here at the House that the guys not only do their best to keep it clean, but that they go above and beyond. Usually this is a tall order, so I particularly relish getting onto guys for living in a state of disrepair. Sometimes it's only through a good dressing-down that they even begin to take it seriously. Even after a huge smackdown, though, they are usually back to their former selves within a week. This resident I just couldn't wait to help. Why? because in addition to being a dirty lazy person in general, he had an attitude a mile wide. He would rather be on his phone texting that doing anything else, and when you ask him to do something, it's as if just prying his eyes away from his phone is a major imposition. Well, let me tell you - I had his eyes on something else real fast: my dick. And he gobbled it up good, too. I was surprised at what a great cocksucker he could be. I guess we all have hidden talents, right? He sucked me off like he was sucking a big gulp full of sweet tea through a coffee stirrer. So, needless to say I had him sucking on my pole for a while, but while he was, I began rubbing on his hole. I could tell he was going to be a good fuck just from sticking the tip of my finger in around there. So I put some lube out and had him finger himself while I watched him. He wasn't too happy about the situation, but he didn't seem particularly distressed, either. I think this one's been around the block (or passed around the block) more than once. Anyway, great fuck. I pounded him out so hard that he was gaping like an Eisenhower dollar. It not only looked good, it felt good. And he was adept at taking cock, too, so I took complete advantage of that fact. Once I had him in doggie style I had him backing up fast and furious. I was stunned at the amount of energy he was able to expend on my behalf. For that, I was grateful, and to show him my appreciation I rolled him onto his bed, stuck my cock back in, and drilled him until I had bred his hole. I squeezed what was left in my shaft into his face and gave him a slap. He probably liked it. Well, at least I know which resident to pick on next time I need a good ball draining.