My Neighbour Hates Wasting Cum

I'd now swallowed 5 of my sexy neighbour's loads and I still didn't know his name. In fact, I hadn't heard him say a single word - apart from his grunting as he unloaded deep in my throat each time. Come to think of it, up to that point I'd never even seen him wear clothes. As far as I knew he might not actually own any. He certainly seemed confident enough to walk down the street naked and hard so who knows what he's like when he's at home.

The morning after my swinging dick dream and possible unconscious mouth loading, was Saturday so I could take it easy. I was still feeling a little over-excited by the whole situation: unsure whether I was violated or whether I'd got exactly what I wanted without even realising it. On some level I'm pretty sure I knew I'd loved the thought of my neighbour taking my offer to swallow his load any time he was horny absolutely literally but the civilised side of me wasn't going to give up on my decency so easily.

I grabbed my phone and tapped open the app intending to send him a message to set some boundaries. I was still eager to drink down as many loads as he could give me but it wasn't right that he took the liberties that I suspected. I tapped on his profile and typed out a long, direct message asking him to be more respectful of my space and not to enter without permission. But before I sent it I realised that I might end up alienating him and missing out on his dick altogether. So, rather than the paragraph I had composed, I deleted it and just asked, "Were you in my house last night?"

He wasn't online when I sent it so I put my phone down and took a shower so I could do some thinking under the warm spray. It was undoubtedly hot that I had a neighbour within walking distance who was so willing to use my throat as his cum depository. I was very much getting off on the fast and emotionless nature of each encounter. And the fact that he never seemed to wear clothes made my dick pulse every time I thought about it. But his confidence felt like it could lead me down a dangerous path. What if he continued to take liberties that we hadn't agreed to? Although, hadn't I felt some sort of devilish thrill at the thought of him standing over me, wanking into my mouth while I was asleep? It felt like the baser part of my personality was winning out. Just like I admired him for his nudity, I was starting to want him to make more advances - to see what else he might do.

After towelling off, I made myself a coffee and sat down to do Wordle and while I was in between guesses he replied. "Yes." The single word appeared in the thread. No other response or explanation or apology. Just a simple affirmative. It didn't fully satisfy me, though. I already knew he had been inside; I had it on video. What I really needed to know was what he did while he was in my house.

"And what did you do while you were in here?" I sent.

"Helping you fulfill your promise,boy." He typed back, almost immediately, as if he was expecting the question.

My heart pounded. So he really did it. He came into my room, saw me sleeping and edged himself until he filled my mouth with his load. And my dream meant I was swallowing over and over so all of the evidence had disappeared. Another message followed. "You did mean what you said, didn't you? You want to take all of my cum when I want to blow it, don't you?"

I did. More than anything at this point. His willingness to objectify me and treat me like nothing more than a hole to cum in turned my mind to mush. Before I knew it, I'd replied, "I meant it. I want all of it." As soon as I hit send I knew I'd crossed a line that I might not be able to back away from. He seemed like the kind of person to do what he wants and I'd basically just given him permission to keep going.

"Good." He sent back. And then the 3 dots appeared to indicate that he was typing more, seemingly a lot based on how long it was taking. "Here's the deal. I need to cum and I need to cum a lot. You've agreed to make sure none of it goes to waste. I have been holding back so far because most men can't keep up with me but you leaving your door open last night proves you have what it takes to keep my cock happy. From here on out you're going to be hearing from me every single time I feel the need, and believe me it's going to be often. I will be fair and limit things to night times only during the week but on weekends you are going to be on call. If I send you a message it's either because I'm on my way to you or you need to come to me. Additionally, I no longer want to see you wearing clothes. If you're wearing even shoes when you get to me then the deal is off. I spend my life naked and so my cum needs to be ingested by someone who does the same."

Wow.

My head was spinning after reading that but my dick was hard enough to cut diamonds. I clearly knew I was going to agree to anything he wanted at this point, even though my mind still struggled to accept it. The 3 dots appeared again. "Get here now. Your first load of the weekend needs swallowing."

I didn't have any time to think. It was still quite early, maybe around 7am, but definitely not early enough that I could risk walking over to him naked. Or could I? He said the deal would be off if he saw me in clothes but what if I just stripped before entering his courtyard? I pulled on my loosest gym shorts and left my shirt and shoes behind and power walked the 250 meters to his place. Before opening the gate to his courtyard I glanced up and down the street and then slid off my shorts and stashed them in the hedge. He wasn't in the courtyard so I approached his front door which was ajar and once I pushed it open I was expecting to see him standing behind it like the first time we met, but he wasn't.

Not willing to break the no-talking rule we seemed to have in place I didn't call out but I walked further into his house. It was fairly non-descript but I wasn't there to look at his decor. I needed to find him to swallow his cum. As I continued down his hallway I saw a light in a room to the right and there he was, slouching back in a leather armchair, legs wide and phone in his hand, watching porn. He didn't even acknowledge my entry, he just waved his cock and I knew what needed to be done. I sank to my knees and scooted over to position myself between his meaty thighs. His cock head was deep red and his foreskin was pulled all the way back. There was a large, shiny drop of precum pooling on his slit just waiting to be devoured. I opened my mouth wide and in one long stroke, sucked him deep into my throat. He rewarded me with one of his manly groans and then his free hand went to rest on the back of my head, guiding my movements.

This was new. Normally by now he'd have already started cumming but this time he seemed to want me to do some work and I was more than happy to oblige. I began undulating my throat muscles in a swallowing motion to create a milking sensation on his cock that was currently wedged as deep as it would go. With each swallow he groaned a little more and his thick cock began stretching my oesophagus the longer it stayed in there. Then I began moving my head back up his impressively hard meat but the hand on my head had other ideas and pushed me back down deep just after I caught a quick breath. I continued with the swallowing but I also started manipulating my tongue along the underside of the base the invading pole which seemed to illicit more moans and some throbs. Next, after another quick breath, I also started humming slightly to create a vibrating feeling. This did the trick. His balls pulled up tight and then his other hand clamped down on my head as well and he held me in place and deeply groaned while unloading straight into my stomach. I was beginning to struggle but he wasn't letting me up. He had both of his hands holding me tight and just before I thought I might black out he released me causing me to fall back on my haunches, gasping, tasting his load on my breath with every intake of air. It was heavenly.

After a couple of gulping breaths I looked back up at him and he'd already picked his phone back up and looked like he was swiping through social media. That seemed like my cue to leave. I glanced back at his shiny cock, now resting on his still heavy balls, and let myself out, picking up my shorts before exiting the courtyard. I pulled my phone out of the pocket in my shorts as I walked back home and saw a message already waiting for me.

"Expect more shortly."