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The Neighbor Across the Window | Part 4: His Time To Look
🕑 Added 2025-05-15 11:55:01 +0000 UTCAll characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.
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.
Part 5: He Couldn't Look Away
Comments
Troy
He wants Adam. He might just get him if he continues the tease.
J
Omg I love this Leo is a damn tease when he wants something
Troy
Lower and lower. Leo's giving Adam the VIEW!.
PeninsulaBoy
That back arch always does it!
Troy
Adam’s already hard as hell and Leo’s just getting started. Stay tuned to see how he takes it to the next level.
Patrick
Jesussss 😍
