The Neighbor Across the Window | Part 5: He Couldn't Look Away

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

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"


Part 6: He Came Over