The Good Boy

I made my roommate’s cousin get hard just from calling him a good boy
Fan Fiction
My roommate’s cousin is staying over for a few days. He’s younger than me, kinda nerdy and super polite. He’s 21, He calls me miss like we’re still in school or something. It’s cute and it makes me want to tease him a little.

We’re watching a movie tonight. Nothing special. Just some random action flick. I’m on the couch in my usual tank top and shorts with no bra and my legs up and crossed. I catch him looking more than once. Not creepy. Just shy peeks. His eyes keep flicking to my chest then back to the screen like he’s scared I’ll notice.

I decide to play with him.

I stretch my arms up slow so the tank pulls tight across my tits. His eyes go straight there again. I smile and say “You okay over there? You look kinda warm”

He blushes hard. “I’m fine miss. Just…..the room is warm.”

I laugh soft. “You can call me by my name you know. Or is miss your thing?”

He nods quick. “Sorry miss. I mean…yeah. I like saying it.”

That’s too sweet. I moved closer. My knee brushes his leg under the blanket. He freezes.

I lean in a little. My voice is low. “You’re always so polite. So respectful. Do you do that with all girls?”

He swallows. “y-yeah….I try to be good.”

I tilt my head. “hmm….good boy”

Just two words. Quiet. Nice. Like I’m proud of him.

His face turns bright red. He shifts in his seat. I look down casual. His dick is hard. Obvious. He tries to cross his legs but it’s too late. I already saw it.

I don’t say anything about it. I just smile slow and look back at the TV. “You’re doing great” I say. “Just sit there and be good for me.”

He breathes heavier. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just sits there waiting. Hard and precum wetting in his shorts. I can see the small wet spot forming.

I stretch again. Let my tank ride up a bit so he gets a peek of my stomach. He stares. I catch him and say “Eyes up here, good boy”

He snaps his gaze back up fast. “Sorry miss.”

I laugh quiet. “It’s okay. I like when you look. Just don’t touch unless I say so”

He nods. His hands stay on his lap. He’s shaking a little.

I lean back and put one leg over the other. The blanket slips off my thigh. He stares. I don’t cover it.

“You’re being so good right now” I said soft. “it maakes me happy.”

He lets out a tiny whimper. Barely audible. His hips twitch. I know he’s close. No touching. No rubbing. Just my voice and the way I’m looking at him.

I turn toward him. Eyes locked on his. “You gonna be good for me all night?”

He nods fast. “Yes miss.”

I smile. “Good boy”

I nod once. Soft. “Go ahead..touch yourself. But slow. And keep looking at me.”

He pulls his shorts down just enough. His dick springs out. Hard and leaking. He wraps his hand around it and strokes slow. Eyes locked on mine.

I keep talking low. “That’s it. Good boy. Stroke it nice and slow for me. You’re doing so good.”

He moans quiet. His hand moves a little faster. The wet sounds fill the room. He’s breathing hard now.

“You gonna cum for me, good boy?” I asked softly

He nods fast. “Yes miss please.”

I lean closer. “Then cum. Be a good boy and cum for me.”

That’s it. He groans low. His hand jerks a few times and thick cum shoot out over his stomach and hand. He shakes and keeps stroking through it until he’s empty.

He looks down embarrassed. Breathing fast. Face burning. Hand sticky.

I reach over and pat his knee once ssoft. “See? You did great. Such a good boy.”

He can’t even talk. He jsust nods again.

I turn back to the movie like nothing happened. Let him sit there messy and spent. Heart racing.

I know he’ll be back tomorrow.

Maybe next time I’ll let him beg for it.