Fresh Meat At The Prison Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Fresh Meat At The Prison Pt. 06

... out from last week. I used them to cover myself. I thought my desire might ebb with the prospect of being seen, but I forgot my own heat at being watched. I only got more turned on, even if I was simultaneously embarassed. I entered the office and sat in my usual chair across from Jessie.

"Are you okay today, Rory? You seem flushed."

"What? Oh, I'm fine, really! Thanks!"

"Alright. Did you fill out the papers I asked for?"

"Yes, of course." I looked down at the papers covering my lap. I realized Drake did this on purpose!

I tried to scoot the chair forward. Maybe if I was close enough, I could hide myself behind the desk, so Jessie wouldn't notice. The chair wouldn't budge. I struggled with it for a few more moments.

"They're bolted down to the floor. For when some ex convicts, during our discussions... get upset."

I got up and took the two steps to his desk. Jessie held out his hand. I tried covering myself with one hand, handed him the forms, and quickly covered myself with both hands.

I saw the moment Jessie realized my predicament. His eyes ping ponged between my face and between my legs. Drake was quietly smiling next to me.

My dick was throbbing! It liked the attention. Why was I like this?

Jessie looked over the papers I gave him unseeingly. "Could you clarify something?" He pointed to one of the papers.

"Now?" I squeaked.

"Go on," Drake was enjoying this too much!

Jessie handed me a paper and asked me to point to something, so I ...

... had to uncover myself to use my hands.

My dick obscenely jutted out, and we all seemed to catch our breaths.

"You're really beautiful," Jessie commented.

My dick twitched! It basically just said thank you for the compliment!

Jessie groaned and ended our meeting early.

I wonder if he used the time before his next appointment to rub one out to thoughts of me?

When we got back in Drake's truck, he pulled out his own throbbing cock and let me use it to finally fill my aching hole. First he made me lean over the console to give him a sloppy, blowjob to wet his dick. Meanwhile, his fingers poked and proded and stretched my hole. Then, he pulled my lose shorts to the side but made me take my shirt off.

"What if someone sees... me naked through the window?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He rubbed my nipple. I whined.

I straddled him, and his hands moved my hips agonizingly slowly down his glistening cock that was hard for me. My lubed hole made squeltching noises as I descended on him. By the time I seated all the way down, I was panting. My dick was pointed straight up, outlined in the thin shorts so well that my dickhead was visible. It slightly bobbed while throbbing. I used his strong, secure shoulders for balance to slide up and fall back down on his girthy length. I moaned heartily. My legs were already shaking.

"Did you like teasing your poor parol officer?"

"Drake..."

He held me up, just his tip still inside me. I squirmed, but he held ...