So yeah. I sent Adam a video of me gagging on Chris's cock.
Nothing extreme. Okay, maybe his cock was buried deep in my throat. Enough to let Adam know what he was missing. Enough to make him squirm. And maybe, if I was lucky enough to make him finally get off that high horse and come over.
I showed the message from Adam to Chris.
"Dude," I grinned. "It worked. He wants to join in.."
Chris didn't even blink. He just looked at me, still half-hard, wiped his lip with his thumb and said, "Then what are you waiting for? Send him your door number."
So I did.
No come-over. No invite. Just:
6B, Ridgeview Court, across from you.
Then I looked back at Adam's window.
Yeah. He was gone. Lights off. Curtains still parted like he'd left in a rush.
About two minutes later, my intercom buzzed.
"Hey," came the voice. Breathless. "It's Adam."
I let him in without a word.
My heart was pounding now. I turned to Chris, who was already lounging back on the bed, lazily stroking himself like we were queuing up the second act.
I got down on my knees, facing the door. Positioned myself at the edge of the bed, ready. Waiting.
When the knock came, I didn't answer.
I looked at Chris. He smirked, stood up, and went to open it.
And the second the door swung open, there he was.
Adam.
Tight compression shirt, loose gym shorts and low-cut sneakers. He didn't say a word, just took his shirt off and walked towards me.
His chest rose and fell like he'd run here. His arms were thick and tense, and his abs....fuck......, they looked better up close than they ever had through a window. Every contour of him looked tight, sharp, drawn with want.
And yeah, he had a full-on hard-on pitching through his shorts. No underwear, dude was freeballing, it was quite evident. Just this heavy, curved outline stretching the fabric. It was bold. It was hot. I couldn't look away.
He just walked in, slow and focused, straight toward me like he'd made his decision ten floors ago. He stopped when he reached me. I was still kneeling. Eyes up. Mouth parted. Waiting.
He stood in front of me.
That was my cue.
I reached up with both hands and tugged his shorts down.
No resistance. He let them fall.
And yeah, I was right, he wasn't wearing any underwear.
His cock sprang out thick and heavy, a deep tan shaft with prominent veins running along the sides, crowned by a swollen, flushed head that was already leaking. It curved up slightly, semi-wet at the tip.
Girthy. Meaty. The kind of cock that filled your mouth before you even tried.
I wrapped my hand around the base..felt the weight of it and brought my mouth forward without a second thought.
I took the tip between my lips, just enough to taste him. Salty, heady, warm. Then more. I eased down inch by inch, spit pooling at the corners of my mouth as I worked him in deeper.
Adam let out this breathy, shaky moan. One hand came down to rest on the back of my head. Gently pushing my mouth closer towards his cock.
I started to build a rhythm. Slow at first. Wet, deliberate sucks. My tongue swirled around the tip, then flattened against the underside as I slid deeper, inch by inch, until I felt him twitch against the roof of my mouth.
Chris watched from the bed, jerking himself off now, one leg up, eyes glued to us like he was watching a live porno.
I moaned around Adam's cock, spit running down my chin, my own dick hard and untouched beneath me.
Adam was groaning now, eyes shut, hips twitching forward every time I swallowed him deeper. His abs tensed. His thighs flexed.
