There is a full length mirror in my hallway that I always check my look in.
The best thing about my new job at the prison is the uniform. Who hasn't fantasised about being arrested by a sexy cop or two? Having to bribe their way to freedom with their mouth? Being handcuffed by a burly prison officer? Maybe that's just me.
This particular morning a few weeks ago, I have to admit I looked fucking hot. All in black, from my hunky, figure-hugging jacket, epaulettes exaggerating the points of my shoulders, down through my trousers - which I wear deliberately tight to show off my bulge - to my boots, which give me the confidence of an extra inch or two in height.
I paused, running a hand through my hair. I look tired, but damn, the uniform.
There are only two of us in the house now, and my housemate Kim has gone to work.
I have obviously already masturbated in front of this mirror - my seed has been spilled all over this house (even all the other people's rooms). I had the feeling, as I unzipped my fly, that this would be a little different.
I love how my cock looks when it pops out of my trousers. As I mentioned above, they are tight, so when engorged I am bursting to get out. I'm not very long - it's a lie when I claim to be six inches - but I'm shockingly girthy and have a nice pair of smooth, round balls. I admire it all in the mirror, massaging myself to my full power.
"Oh fuck yes," I encourage the sexy uniform lad in the mirror.
I'm switching between looking at his body, his fleshy pink cock, and boyish face in the mirror. The trousers and jacket are quite flattering, exaggerating his physique. Tapering down from his wide shoulders, his waist seems slim. From this angle the girth of his dick is even more apparent. I don't tell him, but as I pull on my own dick, I imagine having that thing inside me.
His eyes; I glance up into them. They are grey and deep. I could fall into them - they would shred me. I bite my bottom lip at their scrutiny.
"Oh fuck."
I don't usually spray unless using lube, but a shocking orgasm jolts through me, as I'm still looking into the boy in the mirror's eyes, my nose creeping closer and closer to him. The glass fogs as I moan, mouth open in disbelief, as though I had never came before, hips bucking forward. Aware that I'm ejaculating but unable to look down, the boy has captured me in the trap of those, suddenly dilated eyes. I want, desperately, for this boy staring back at me to cum closer, closer still, to take my mouth, to maybe...
I realise that my cock is still cumming. Fuck it feels so good! Out of breath I wrench myself away from him. I'd made such a mess! White sperm was all over the mirror, dripping down it's length onto the floor as I massage the last out of my dick.
I don't hestitate.
Dropping to my knees, I pick the spot on the mirror most coated in silky white goo, where it is still flowing down, and lick upwards, as far as the sperm went, gathering it in my mouth. He's there again, the boy in uniform, eyes mocking me as I taste him, take him into my body, feel his seed in my throat as I swallow. He is sharp but sweet - almost reminding me of myself as I lick it all up, our tongues dancing on the glass, making love as I eat every drop of him from the mirror.
The face looking back, not unattractive but flawed as he is, nevertheless seems as lustful as I, seems as single-minded - as honest in his dishonesty, those eyes hiding nothing - as I am looking for. There is no judgement there, only lust. Where can I find a man like this?
Maybe I already have.