Be a Good Boy part 3

Part 3
As he began to chew, I saw his eyes unfocus and his ever so slightly pouty mouth turn up into a smile of shameless, unmitigated delight. I quickly reached out my hand and put it lightly on his outer thigh, then removed it, hardly believing what was happening. All of this was over in a split second- yet I was certain I had seen more than just someone eating candy. I tried not to seem visibly elated as I casually turned to face forward. The reaction was moment for moment exactly what the book had described. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he briefly shook his head in confusion, then went to sit down. He looked somewhat dazed. Throughout the class I saw him rubbing the spot where I had touched him, as if he wasn't sure why he was doing it.

After class he approached me with a look of slight desperation in his eyes, although his outward demeanor was still cool. His gaze flitted to my obviously empty hands as he asked,

“Do you have any more of those? I'm hungry.”

“No, sorry” I said sweetly, “that was it for today.” This somewhat strange wording was another bit of advice from the book. His brow furrowed in a way that slightly diminished his beauty but matched his masculine voice even better. He walked off without saying a word.

Throughout the next few weeks, I continued to feed him the addictive candies, regularly at first and then more and more sporadically. I could see him enjoying each one more and more, and felt him get closer and closer to me each time he ate, until his leg was practically between my knees when the moment of bliss came to him. After a while I began squeezing him gently with my legs when this happened (careful to be subtle, with people around.) Each time he would walk away wordlessly, settling in to his chair with a faintly confused expression.

After some time like this, I stopped bringing any of his treats to class altogether, for over a week. I felt him looking at me each day, trying to hide his desire. Just as the book said, this desire obviously grew every day, and became more and more plain on his face. On the Monday following this dry spell, I made one chocolate and placed it in my pocket, out of plain site. I also sprayed myself with a kind of cologne I had made out of the same stuff used in the treats. When I walked into the room, his head snapped to me in a way that I can only describe as desperate. He licked his full lips, then immediately changed his pose into that most languid, confident and powerful air which only the incredibly attractive can ever master.

“Hey,” he said, fixing me with his gaze, “you've got another one of those things, don't you?”

“No,” I answered, “I'm fresh out. Sorry.”

His face briefly flashed to extreme discontent, then slid into its most actively seductive. He leaned over my chair, put his hand on the back of it an placed his face inches from mine.

“I know you do. Won't you give it to me?” His flawless eyes compelled me.

“No,” I breathed, “I really really don't. Sorry.”

He stood back up and walked away without saying a word. After class, I walked slowly to one of the practice rooms and watched as he followed me. I sat down at the piano and didn't turn around as I heard him open up the door.

“Listen, I don't know how, but I can tell you have one. Just give it to me, I'm hungry.”

“Oh, you're right,” I laughed, “I do have one. I was saving it for myself. But, listen, if you really want it, you can have it if you find it.”

He grabbed my shoulders and inhaled a deep breath against my neck, where I had sprayed the cologne. He then proceeded to sniff heavily down my torso, until he reached my pocket where the treat was. Without waiting for me to get it out he put his mouth around the outline and started to suck feverishly while letting out little moans. Then perhaps realizing what he was doing, he popped his mouth off the now wet spot in my pants and looked up at me expectantly, from his position on all fours at my feet.

“I found it. Give it to me.”

I tried to laugh casually as I reached into my pocket. “Okay, okay, here.” I held it in my hands and he instinctively opened his mouth. As I popped it in, him on all fours in front of me, I quickly pulled down my pants and stuffed my erect cock in after it. As the look of bliss came onto his face I began to gyrate my hips in his direction, with a large amount of pre-cum leaking out of my dick. I then popped it back out of his mouth and hastily pulled up my pants. As his expression changed into one of confusion I saw him lick his lips, then slowly stand up.

“Okay. Well. Thanks.” And he walked out.