My Neighbour Hates Wasting Cum Ch. 09

After my uninvited but enjoyable encounter with Paul, my cum feeder neighbour's sexy friend, my new weekday routine revealed itself. True to his word, my neighbour didn't ask me to drain his balls on Monday morning (aside from the midnight backyard feeding from my previous chapter) or even demand my throat during the day while I was at work. But somehow he seemed to know when I got home from the office because no more than five minutes after stepping inside, stripping off my clothes, and opening a beer, he sent through a message. "Get here now. My balls are aching."

Saying no never even crossed my mind. The weekend's marathon amounts of nearly naked sprints to his place and subsequent throat breedings had pushed all ideas of rejecting him aside. I grabbed my shorts off the hook beside my front door and slid them on as I rushed out to fulfill my promised duty. Once again stashing my shorts before making the final dash to his place, I found his courtyard gate wide open and him standing in his open doorway with his VR headset on and hand furiously but purposefully masturbating his solid 7.5 inches. I knew he was an exhibitionist; he'd proven that by how brazenly he'd walk naked from his place to mine but this seemed like a new level of showing off. It was barely 6pm so the sun hadn't set and with his courtyard gate open he was clearly visible from the street but he seemed not to care. I knew what I needed to do: he had been holding on to his loads all day waiting for me to make sure they weren't wasted in a tissue or down a drain. I closed the gate behind me and crouched in front of him in his doorway. He wasn't wearing his headphones so he must have heard me; he grabbed my head and savagely pulled me by the hair right onto his iron-hard dick just as his load started flying from the tip. He really must have been backed up because it felt like he was pumping out shot after shot of hot jizz for a good 30 seconds before the pulses started to subside. I'd very nearly run out of breath holding his fat meat in my throat the whole time but, like a dutiful cum hole, I kept him deep until he was done and then pulled back to gulp down the remnants while sucking in lungfuls of air. His fist was still grasping onto a handful of my hair so I couldn't get up. Usually once he was finished unloading he wanted me gone but I couldn't stand until he released me. Rather than letting me go, however, he started tugging at my hair as he began to walk back into his house. Not giving me much choice, I crouch-walked behind him down his hallway and back into the room with the armchair. Making his way over to it he flopped down, hand still firmly holding onto my hair, and guided my head back to his crotch where his saliva-covered cock awaited, still at full mast as if he hadn't just shot what felt like a litre of cum deep in my neck. Throughout all of this he hadn't removed the headset and I assumed his porn binge was continuing.

Faced with his gorgeous penis, I did what I knew he wanted and slid it right back into my throat. This illicited another deep groan from him and he started guiding my head up and down his engorged fuck-pole at a slower pace than what he usually liked. I was in cocksucker heaven. I could still taste the load on my breath that he'd fed me mere moments ago and now he was in the process of working his next one out using my mouth and head as his wank toy. You'd think that after drinking down over 20 of his loads I'd get tired of it but I feel like the opposite was happening: the more he fed me the more eager I was to please him and make sure he got what he wanted from me. His fist unclenched and he moved both hands to either side of my head and started fucking with a bit more intensity. Holding my head in place he thrusted with his hips so that on the apex of each thrust his engorged cockhead slid into the back of my throat, providing him with the pleasure of feeling my oesophagus stretch over and over. I timed my breaths to match his fuck rhythm and used my tongue to swipe along the underside of his dick as it continued its steady invasion.

His firm and insistent grip on my head continued and his hips kept thrusting forward and back like a fuck machine, each time causing my face to be pressed hard into his crotch while my neck bulged around his fat, dripping cock then pulling back out until just the delicious head remained in my mouth. That pace continued for longer than I was expecting. Almost all of the loads he's fed me have been either swallowed in seconds or at most after a couple of minutes of work on my end but this time he wasn't in any rush. I guess he wanted to get that first load out as soon as he could and then spend time enjoying working on the next one. And I was in no position to complain. I was in my favourite place in the world: kneeling, naked, and mouth being fucked by a perfect penis.

I lost track of time. His fucking of my mouth persisted at a continuous pace as the sun set and the room gradually darkened. I figured it must have been over an hour. His rhythmic manipulation of my mouth as a wank toy had me in a hypnotic state. My consciousness contracted and all I knew was that I was making his cock feel good and that I would do what he needed: ensure every drop of his cum was savoured and swallowed. Eventually I detected subtle changes in his thrusts. He started pulling back less - each inward pump would still result in his pole going balls deep but he'd only retract half as much, leaving less and less time and room for me to get breaths in. My jaw was beyond tired but my cocksucker devotion kept it open and held my teeth off him. I could feel his body tensing around me and his grip on my head got firmer. It was nearly time. He knew what he wanted and he was going for it; I just had to take it as best as I could. The thrusts became even shorter as his dick hardened more than I believed possible. It felt like I was wrapped around a bar of iron it was that stiff and hot. He was using the back of my throat to stimulate the head of his cock over and over in a final push towards what I knew was going to be another massive orgasm.

My lungs were straining to pull in air as he kept his dick right in the entrance to my throat when finally he plugged back deep into my neck and with a roar that I hadn't heard from him before, started convulsing as he unleashed torrents of steaming white jizz right into me, bypassing even my ability to swallow. His body crunched around my head locking me in place with my lips mashed against the base of his rapidly throbbing pole, I'd lost count of how many shots I could feel coating the deepest parts of my oesophagus as they slid directly into my stomach, precisely where they needed to be.

I tried my best not to pull my head back but I needed air! Wrenching my head out of his control I fell back onto his hardwood floor and gasped down cum-flavoured oxygen as my own rock hard cock swayed like a flagpole in the wind. He slumped back into his armchair, body shining with sweat after the hour-long pummeling he'd inflicted on my throat. His dick was now deflated, still fat but now gently resting on his impressive nutsack. There was a copious covering of my saliva all over his crotch but he made no move to clean up. After half a minute of me catching my breath and admiring his body, he surprised me by lifting off his headset. His eyes slightly unfocused as he adjusted to the moonlit room around him. Once his vision had settled he stared at me, still sprawled on the floor. His gaze took in my naked body as if he hadn't truly seen it before. Silently he checked me out as I looked back at him, my mind racing with questions about him but not willing to break the silence. Eventually the moment ended and he looked at the door, signalling for me to go.

It was dark when I got out to the street. My mind was still in a daze as I walked back to my house. A dull throbbing in my neck was my gift for enduring the longest throat fuck of my life but I had been in rapture for every second his cock was inside me. I pictured how much of his cum was currently swimming in my stomach and my balls contracted, leaving a huge glob of precum swinging from my dick. I finally made it back to my door and realised I had forgotten to pick up my shorts. I'd walked the whole way in a dream state, not rushing, and totally naked. With a shudder, I started cumming right there on my doorstep.