So, here's where we are: I moved into my apartment almost two years ago, and everything was normal until today. I spotted my new neighbor across the alley, right out of a magazine. Hot as hell. I watched him unpack, slowly peel off his sweats, and then, yeah, he gave me a full view of himself. He knew I was watching. And just when I thought I’d lost him, he came back from the shower, and we made eye contact. He laughed, like he knew what had just happened.
Then he smirked. A small, knowing curl of his lip; like a hello without words.
And just like that, he turned and walked away. No wave. No second glance. Just left me there, cock hard, brain short-circuiting, wondering if I’d imagined the whole thing.
But then, halfway across the room, he paused. Turned back.
Our eyes met again.
This time, the smirk was cockier. Like he was letting me in on something. He adjusted the towel slung dangerously low on his hips. And then, with zero hesitation, he let it drop. Just let it fall.
Bare ass. Right in front of my face. Framed perfectly in the glow of his room, like a painting I wasn’t supposed to see.
Then he walked off. Bare-ass. Like it was nothing. Letting me take in the beautiful view of his body.
I sat there, rock hard, breath caught somewhere between a moan and a prayer. I didn’t move for a while. Just stared at the now-empty room across the alley, replaying every frame of what I’d just seen. My dick throbbed against the front of my shorts, aching for attention, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
He had to know I was hard. That I was going to stay up thinking about it. Maybe that was the point.
The next morning, I woke up earlier than I needed to...7 AM sharp. First thing I did was look at the window. Was he still there? Had I made it all up?
Nope. There he was. Shirtless. Again.
He walked around his room in a tight pair of trunks like it was nothing. Like his body wasn’t built to destroy people’s sleep schedules. I wasn’t complaining. I just watched.
I dragged myself to the kitchen, brewed some coffee, and came back to my room. Sat on the stool by my window, right next to my canvas. If I was going to enjoy the view, I was going to do it properly; coffee in hand, posture casual, gaze locked. I wanted him to see that I liked what I saw. That I appreciated the effort.
As soon as I sat, he started walking toward the window. Confident. Purposeful.
He opened it and leaned out, waving like we were old friends.
"Hey!" he called out, voice easy. "I'm Adam."
Caught me off guard. I leaned out my own window. "Uh....Leo. I'm Leo. You just moved in?"
"Yeah," he said, flashing that same cocky smile. "New job. New city."
I nodded, suddenly feeling awkward, though still painfully turned on. "Cool, cool. I, uh… I’ve been enjoying the show."
He laughed, the sound light and unbothered. "Yeah, I noticed. Thought I’d give you a little something."
My jaw tensed. "Well. You definitely succeeded."
He gave me a once-over. Not shy about it. His eyes dipped down my chest before landing back on my face. “Glad you liked it.”
I swallowed. “I did.”
There was a pause. Just long enough to feel like it meant something.
Then he added, “I’m straight, by the way.”
That threw me. “Oh.”
“But I don’t mind eyes on me,” he said, like it was the most casual thing in the world. “Kinda like it.”
Cocky bastard.
And God...I loved it. That smug grin, that hint of challenge, that impossibly toned body and that “yeah, I know I’m hot” energy. Straight, huh? We’d see about that.
Because if this was a game, I was absolutely playing.
He looked like he was about to say something else, but I beat him to it.
“My eyes are definitely on you,” I said, resting my elbow on the windowsill, sipping my coffee like I wasn’t half-hard again. “I like the morning view.”
That smirk again. Like he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Yeah?” he said, arms resting casually on his own windowsill. “I figured I’d make up for disappearing last night.”
I grinned. “About that…”
His brows lifted, curious.
“I loved the little show you put on,” I said. “But I was a little bummed you stopped midway. Right before the… climax.”
He laughed, really laughed this time and shook his head like I’d just caught him red-handed.
He raised his eyebrows, that same damn smirk on his lips. “I had to take a shower,” he said, playing innocent.
“Mmhm.” I leaned against the windowsill, cocking my head. “Sure. You left me hanging.”
He stared at me for a second. Then two. Then something shifted in his expression, like he was debating whether to keep playing the game or push it a little further.
“Well,” he said, his voice lower now, a little slower, “maybe I saw you watching… and wanted you to suffer a bit.”
That made me laugh, quiet and sharp. “Suffer, huh?”
He gave a lazy shrug. “What can I say? You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”
“I was,” I said. Then I tilted my head, just slightly. “And if you hadn’t bailed so fast, I might’ve offered to help you finish.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
I nodded. “With my hand… or maybe my mouth.”
That one hit. I saw the flicker in his expression. The cockiness didn’t disappear, but it shifted; less mocking now, more intrigued.
He let out a soft laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. “Damn. Tempting, bro. Real tempting. But like I said, I’m straight. Don’t think a guy could get me hard anyway.”
I leaned back in my chair, letting that hang for a second. Then I smiled.
“Is that a challenge?”
He gave me a look; half grin, half dare. “What, you think you’ve got some kind of magic mouth?”
I sipped my coffee. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
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.
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