The Neighbor Across the Window | Part 7: Mission Successful

All characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.

Chris didn’t wait for a response.

He grabbed my waist, pulled me up off my knees, and nudged me forward onto the bed like he was flipping me into position. My knees hit the mattress, chest still low, Adam adjusted himself on the bed and his cock was still throbbing in front of my face. I barely had time to breathe before Chris spread my thighs wider from behind.

“Right there,” Chris said, voice low. “Don’t move.”

And then...his mouth.

Wet and hot and hungry. I flinched when I felt his tongue swipe up the crack of my ass, slow and deliberate. He didn’t waste time. He went straight for it, lips pressed to my hole, tongue circling, tasting.

Adam's cock was standing at a perfect 90-degree angle.

Thick. Veiny. Red at the tip. And twitching.

I adjusted my head and leaned towards Adam’s cock and once again took him in my mouth.

His cock was hot and hard and pulsing on my tongue. I wrapped my lips tighter around it, dragged my mouth down the shaft, then pulled back slowly with a long suck that made his thighs twitch. My hands slid up the backs of his legs. I moaned a little just to hear his reaction.

My mouth was full with Adam's cock . My body was arching while Chris was fucking feasting on my ass like he hadn’t eaten in days....tongue slipping in and out, fingers digging into my hips to hold me still. He licked me open with slow, deep swipes. Then faster, more focused. His tongue curled, pressed inside. Hot. Wet. Dirty.

Chris’s fingers started spreading me wider while his tongue drilled deeper inside me. His breath was hot, his stubble scratched lightly around my rim, and my whole body jerked every time he flicked his tongue in.

My hands were on Adam's thighs, my head bobbing, spit dripping down my chin and stringing between my lips and his shaft.

Chris licked me like he was addicted. Deep. Slow. Then fast again. His tongue was wild. His hands gripped my hips harder, and when I moaned around Adam’s cock, Adam growled.

“F–fuck,” he breathed. “Your mouth… holy shit…”

I sucked harder. Not just to impress him....but because I wanted to. I wanted to drain him while Chris made my knees weak from behind. I wanted to lose myself in both of them.

“God,” I mumbled around the shaft in my throat, “fuck me, Chris…”

And he did.

I didn’t even hear the condom tear open. But suddenly, the wet glide of lube replaced his tongue, and then....

“Ohhh......fuck...” I gasped out as I felt him push into me.

It wasn’t fast. Chris took his time. Inch by inch, his cock spread me open, and I moaned as I sank lower on Adam’s dick to match the rhythm. My lips sealed around Adam’s head, just as Chris bottomed out.

“Shit,” I groaned, body trembling. “That’s so—deep…”

Chris didn’t say anything, but I could hear his breathing change. Hear his soft grunts as he pulled back and slid in again. The way his hips smacked into my ass with every thrust. He knew this wasn’t about teasing anymore.

It was full-on fucking.

And Adam… Adam was watching the whole thing.

He reached down and held my head. Not rough. Just firm. Like he wanted to feel everything. His fingers tangled in my hair as he fed himself slowly into my throat, inch by inch, with this stunned look on his face. His brows drawn tight. His chest rising and falling fast.

“Damn, Leo,” he murmured. “ I didn't know guys were this good with their mouths"

Chris slammed into me harder. His grunts louder now. My eyes rolled back. I was full. My mouth full. My ass full. My body was shaking from pleasure in both directions and I couldn’t even speak....I could only moan around Adam’s cock as Chris fucked me harder from behind.

“You like that?” Chris grunted, digging into my hips. “Like being used by both of us?”

I couldn’t answer.

I just swallowed Adam deeper.

Sloppy sounds filled the room, wet slaps, breathy moans, the occasional fuck from Adam’s lips when I took him all the way in. Chris’s balls slapped against mine. His rhythm was relentless.

“Oh my God,” Adam gasped. “Don’t stop, Leo.....fuck.....don’t stop.......”

He was close.

I could feel it in the way his thighs tensed under my hands. The way his breathing sharpened. The way his cock twitched on my tongue. I sucked deeper, faster. Flattened my tongue. Swirled it around the base before sinking again. My eyes flicked up to watch his face.

That face was blissed-out.

And suddenly, I felt it.

Chris’s grip tightened. His thrusts turned wild. His body tensed behind me.

“Fuck.....fuck....Leo...I’m...” he moaned.

I gripped Adam harder and let him use my throat. Chris slammed into me once, twice more...

Then....

“Fuuuck!” Adam cried out, shooting hot down my throat.

Chris groaned and bit down lightly on my shoulder, burying himself inside me as his own orgasm hit, hips jerking uncontrollably. His moans were raw, low, breathless against my skin.

My whole body shook.

I swallowed Adam’s load like it was the only thing keeping me alive. Chris collapsed forward, his arms wrapping around my chest, his cock twitching still deep inside me.

I was still on my knees, Adam in front of me, Chris buried behind me, my body shaking between them.

And I realized....

I’d just taken two loads at the same time.

One deep in my throat, from my hot, probably-still-“straight” neighbor.

The other filling my hole from my filthy fuck buddy.

Adam was still twitching in my mouth. His cock still pulsing. Still leaking the final drops.

“Dude,” he gasped, staring down at me like I’d ruined his life. “You have to like… blow me every single day after work.”

I slowly pulled off his cock, strings of cum connecting us. A glistening mess from his tip to my lips.

Chris was still behind me, probably shaking from the orgasm he’d just unloaded into my ass.

And I laughed. Giddy. Exhausted. Fucked stupid.

“It’s a good thing you live right across the street,” I murmured, licking my lips. “Just stand at the window shirtless and I’ll be over in just under two minutes..”

Adam grinned. “Right after work, I’ll unload in you.”

He said it like a promise. Then walked backwards, grabbed his shorts off the floor and wore them loosely around his waist, tossed his T-shirt over his shoulder and left.

I turned to Chris, still catching his breath.

Smirking, I exhaled and muttered, “Mission successful.”

Part 8: I Waited at the Window For Adam