Neighbor Across the Window

So yeah Adam told me he was straight.

Right after flexing those arms, smirking like a menace, and letting me tease him right through the glass without even blinking. And sure, maybe I said something like Is that a challenge? and he said something cocky back, but let's be real: the man was flirting. Period.

We even exchanged numbers.

It was casual. He said something about going for a morning run "You look like a cardio guy," whatever that means. I said he should hit me up when he's not pretending to be straight. He laughed. I typed out my number and sent him a quick neighborhood cardio bonding text. He replied: Sounds good, bro. With a thumbs up.

Which meant: game on.

That night, I had a plan.

It started with one message to Chris, my very dependable and very filthy friend-with-benefits.

You busy tonight?

He replied in three seconds flat:

Always down for a visit.

At 9 PM sharp, Chris was at my door. Tall, toned, cocky as ever. He walked in wearing those tight joggers I liked; the ones that barely hid anything. I kissed him before he even said hi. He grinned, pushed me gently against the wall, then slapped my ass on the way to the bedroom like we'd done this a hundred times.

Spoiler: we had.

But tonight wasn't just for us.

My curtains were wide open. Lights low. Corner lamp on. Adam's window lit across the way like a stage. And right before I dropped to my knees in front of Chris, I reached for my phone and sent one more text.

Hey neighbor. My turn to put on a show.

P.S. He told me he was straight too.

Send.

Tossed the phone on the rug.

Then I looked up at Chris, palmed the bulge in his joggers, and smiled. "Let's make this fun," I murmured, untying the waistband with my teeth.

Chris chuckled, slid his fingers through my hair. "You sure he'll watch"

"Oh, he'll be here" I said. "Trust me."

I didn't even wait. Just reached down, hooked my thumbs in his waistband, and dragged those tight joggers down his hips. No underwear, of course not. Just smooth skin, a flushed tip, and that little involuntary flex he did when he knew I was staring. He was already half-hard.

I leaned in. One long lick up his length. Then another. Slower this time. Wetter. I made sure the light from the lamp caught the shine as I worked my tongue around him, making a mess of his cock on purpose. My own dick stirred in my pants, but I didn't reach for it yet.

I heard it. A sharp, quiet inhale.

Not from Chris. From across the alley.

I didn't even look. I could feel it. That prickling awareness on my skin. The warmth on my back. The heat of Adam's gaze through the glass.

Chris noticed too.

"Dude," he whispered, glancing over his shoulder. "Is that him? Fuck. He's here."

He grinned. "Damn. He's hot as hell."

That made me smile...wickedly. I shifted lower, spreading my knees a little wider on the rug. My back arched. My ass dipped just enough for Adam to get the perfect angle if he was still staring. I knew he was.

I opened wider and slid Chris's cock back into my mouth, slower this time, deeper. My lips sealed around him. My tongue pressed underneath the shaft. I started working a rhythm...long, smooth strokes. Wet and confident. I wanted Adam to see every inch of it. How good I was at this. How much I loved it.

I mumbled around Chris's cock, "Mmmhm..."

Chris moaned above me.

I popped off just long enough to say, quiet but smug, "Told you."

Then I got up.

I stood, licked my lips, turned toward the window, and let my eyes meet Adam's. He was right there. Leaning back, pretending to be casual, but his hand was hovering low. His fingers were grazing the front of his shorts. Rubbing slow. Like he didn't even realize he was doing it.

I caught the smile.

He smiled back.

That made my whole body thrum.

I turned back to Chris, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and peeled it off in one motion. Tossed it aside. Then undid my drawstring, dropped my pants and underwear together, and stepped out of them barefoot.

Chris was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with a grin like he already knew what I was planning.

I grabbed a pillow from behind him, threw it on the floor in front of the bed, and sank to my knees again. This time more comfortably, more stretched out. My legs parted wider. My back curved deeper, my ass spread, enough for Adam to see.

I was putting on a show. For both of them.

Chris in front of me. Adam watching from his window. And me in the middle; mouth open, hungry, glowing with confidence.

And I was just getting started.

Before I was done pretending Adam wasn't watching, I went deep on Chris.

Like, really deep. I arched myself lower and lower, spreading my knees wider, tilting my hips so Adam had the perfect view; my ass stretched open, my back curved, and my head bobbing down on Chris's cock like I was trying to swallow every inch. Because I was.

And yeah. I knew Adam was watching. I could feel him through the glass, heat prickling along my skin like a spotlight, but hotter. More desperate.

Just to tease him further, I popped Chris's cock out of my mouth with a wet gasp, turned my torso slightly to the left, and tilted my head next to his shaft. My lips were just an inch away from it. I looked straight toward Adam's window.

Then I smacked Chris's cock across my face.

Once. Twice. Slower the third time. I let it slap against my cheek like I didn't give a damn, like I wanted to wear his arousal. A string of precum stuck to my skin. I didn't wipe it off.

Chris groaned. "Fuck. Just like that, Leo."

I didn't even flinch. I gave Adam the perfect view, my face against another guy's thick cock, precum on my cheek, smirk curling my lips like I was born for this.

I guided Chris onto his side, laying him across the side of the bed, facing directly toward the window. Then I stood beside the feet of the bed, body turned just right so Adam could see everything, nothing hidden, nothing modest.

I climbed up, straddling Chris's thighs, leaned toward his cock, and turned my neck just enough to meet Adam's eyes through the glass.

I smiled. A little wink.

And there he was actively rubbing himself now. No more hovering. No more slow teasing through the fabric. His hand was inside his shorts. Gripping. Stroking. Definitely hard.

I didn't hesitate. I dipped back down, opened wide, and deepthroated the shit out of Chris's cock, sliding all the way down until my nose was pressed to his crotch, his trimmed pubes scratching the bridge of my nose in the best way. His cock disappeared down my throat.

I stayed there for a long moment.

Breathing through my nose. Holding him deep.

Then, still with my mouth stuffed full of Chris, I turned my eyes toward Adam again.

God.

He wasn't just jerking anymore. He was stroking fast now. Desperate. His free hand clenched the windowsill. His legs were trembling.

I finally pulled off with a slick pop, saliva dripping down my chin and clinging to Chris's shaft. My lips were red and swollen. My throat ached. But I smiled.

I loved this.

I turned toward the window again. Let Adam see me. See the mess on my face, the hunger in my eyes, the wicked pride in my smirk.

Then I reached down and stroked Chris lazily, watching Adam the whole time.

"You like this?" I mouthed.

Adam's eyes widened. His mouth parted. He didn't answer.

So I stroked a little faster.

"Straight, huh?" I mouthed again, cocking an eyebrow.

That's when Adam snapped.

He shoved his shorts down completely. His cock bounced free, hard and leaking, and his whole body flexed like he was trying not to cum right then and there. His hand moved fast. He leaned into the window, forehead pressing the glass.

He couldn't look away.

And neither could I.

I leaned back slightly. Lifted my ass higher. Let him see everything, my dripping lips, Chris's glistening cock, the slight bounce of my own dick between my thighs as I rocked in place.

And then, I reached for my phone.

Without a word, I handed it to Chris. He grinned, already knowing what to do. He opened the camera app, flipped it to video, hit record and aimed it directly at me.

Showtime.

I locked eyes with the camera, gave a filthy little smirk, then went back down. All the way. I buried Chris's cock in my throat and stayed there--ten seconds... fifteen... twenty--my eyes wide, lips stretched, spit trailing down my chin as I held myself down like a pro.

When I finally came up for air, it was messy, dramatic, and perfect.

Chris stopped the recording. Saved it.

I grabbed my phone, went straight to the Messages app, and typed in Adam's number.

Attached the video.

Hit send.

Then I wrote:

"Only a dude can suck you this good, Mr. Straight Neighbor."

I looked at Adam again through the window. Waved. Then pointed at my phone.

His hand was still jerking his cock; desperate and slick. But the second he saw me point, he scrambled for his own phone, pulled it from the crumpled shorts at his ankles, and opened the message.

I watched him watching me.

His mouth dropped open.

His stroking sped up.

His other hand trembled around the phone.

When the video ended, his hand left his cock just long enough to start typing.

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed.

New message.

From: Adam.

I opened it.

"Fuck being straight, I want your throat on my cock. Now"