My Neighbor Said He Was Straight, I Offered Him My Mouth Anyway

*All characters in this story are 18+*

*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 his stuff and then he slowly peeled off his sweats, and then, yeah, he gave me a full view of himself. My hot neighbor was jerking off. He knew I was watching. He caught me looking and made eye contact.*

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. Round and muscled jock ass. Framed perfectly in the glow of his room, like a painting I wasn’t supposed to see. Then he walked off. Bare-ass slowly jiggling with every step. 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. HOT as fuck.

He walked around his room in a tight pair of underwear 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 of a hot jock, I was going to do it properly with a coffee in my 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.. Hi....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 Adam."

He laughed, the sound light and unbothered. "Yeah, I noticed. Thought I’d give you a little something this morning as well.."

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. You look hot.”

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..." "Also you have a great ass for someone who is 'straight' Adam"

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 make sure I don't give you everything at once.,” 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, Adam.”