My Neighbour Hates Wasting Cum

What had I agreed to? My throat was stretched and a little tender after that invasion and sperming and he was already preparing for the next one! His refractory period must be incredibly short. My balls were churning with desire; I desperately wanted to pull my cock out of my shorts on the walk home and spray my load all over the street but I knew that would be a recipe for disaster in the broad daylight, even though it was still pretty quiet out. I also figured I should stay horny so I don't lose my enthusiasm for his planned regular feedings, assuming he wasn't exaggerating (I really hoped he wasn't).

In my rush to get to him I'd forgotten to close my front door so when I got home it was wide open. My cat was waiting for me, vocally expressing her dissatisfaction with not being fed on her schedule. I knelt down to scoop her up and brought her inside to give her some breakfast and then finish my now room temperature coffee. In the five-ish minutes since I'd swallowed my neighbour's morning load I'd been in a kind of zen zone. I had begun to realise that I loved every encounter I'd had with him, even the one I was asleep for. So why was I fighting it on any level? I really couldn't come up with an answer to that question. Staring into the middle distance, I made a resolution: I was going to do my best to give him what he wanted and enjoy it. Fuck feeling guilty. I was single, free, and we weren't hurting anyone. Who cares if I swallowed 1000 loads from him?! In fact, I hoped it would get to that number eventually. Just the mental image of 1000 of his hefty loads swimming in my belly was enough to make my nuts contract with desire.

I made a list on my phone of how many times I'd swallowed him, just to track the numbers (I'm a bit of a numbers nerd). So far we were up to 6:

1. last Tuesday - our first encounter where I offered to swing by and take his cum after he was edging. He waited for me behind his front door fucking his fist, ready to shoot as soon as my mouth wrapped around his cock.

2. last Sunday - our second quick session where I found him naked and edging in his courtyard, again waiting for me to ensure his load didn't spill on the ground.

3. Wednesday - I sent him an idea about him letting himself into my backyard and edging himself until he called me to come out and drink down his nut. This is where I really noticed his brazen nudity.

4. Thursday - he took the initiative to come back to my yard fully naked without warning and demand I swallow his cum.

5. Friday (yesterday) - he let himself into my place while I was asleep because I didn't see his messages and shot a load into my mouth that I mistook for a sexy dream and ended up swallowing without even knowing it was happening.

6. Saturday (today) - I tried to set some boundaries but ended up just agreeing to suck more cock and be naked all the time and got my mouth insistently but enjoyably fucked until he bred my neck.

I read back over the list and wondered to myself that if 6 loads in 12 days was him holding back then I was curious to find out how much he'd be using my mouth now that he felt like he had approval to go full throttle.

Just as I was about to put my phone back down after finishing the list, a message came through, "come back now". It had been less than 20 minutes since he'd roughly inseminated my throat and he was ready to go again! I pulled my shorts back on and power walked back over, once again stashing them in his hedge before opening the gate to his courtyard and I'm glad I did because he was there, sunning himself and his solid dick, legs spread wide, headphones in and eyes glued to porn on his phone. I knew what I needed to do, I assumed my supplicant position between his thighs and rapidly replaced his wanking hand with my mouth.

He must have been right on edge again because it was only a matter of seconds before he groaned, crunched his body over my head which held me deep on his pulsating cock and fed me an equally thick and sizeable load as the one he shot less than half an hour earlier. I struggled less this time even though my already tender throat was getting another battering - not that I was complaining. Way too soon he flopped back into the chair and swiped over to another app. I took the chance and held his cock in my mouth for a while longer, rubbing the underside of it with my tongue as it slightly softened, to draw out a few more drops of cum. At first he didn't seem to mind but after a minute he pushed my head off and then continued to ignore me. I knew what that meant: time for me to go.

For the second time that morning I made the short walk back to my house with my hard dick flopping inside my loose gym shorts. I was still incredibly fucking horny but was also loving being kept hungry and on edge.

As I got back to my kitchen I opened up the list to add this load:

7. Saturday - second load, this time in the courtyard during the day. Risk of being seen but don't care.

Even though I'd already had a shower that morning, between the quick trips over to his place, the throat pummeling, and the constant state of arousal, I was already working up quite the sheen of sweat. I jumped in again for a rinse and to let the steam from the hot water soothe my throat a little.

Stepping out to dry off I saw that I'd missed a message from about a minute earlier. "DO NOT bring clothes to my house again. Final warning." Damn! He'd seem me stash my shorts. I thought I'd got away with it as he had headphones in but I guess not. Now what was I going to do? My street is pretty quiet but walking 250 metres naked and hard in the middle of the day down a suburban road is insane. If I had a car I could have driven over but that wasn't an option. What if I just ran? I'm pretty quick; I could probably sprint it in about 90 seconds but not without shoes. I could ride my bike but that might just draw more attention to myself.

I didn't have long to decide because just then he demanded that I return. Man, this guy is a machine! How can he need to cum again so soon? Without thinking I put my shorts back on and figured I'd stash them somewhere a few houses from him. Hastily walking towards his place, I spotted a discreet location that would work: a small alleyway between two houses not more than 50 metres from his gate. I ducked in, gingerly slid down my shorts, and hid them behind a trash can and then stuck my head out to see if the coast was clear. Thankfully it was and so I half-ran to the gate, cock and balls flopping in the breeze with each step, and let myself back into his courtyard. My heart was thumping! Not from the run but from the thrill of being naked out on the street in the daylight. I left a snail-trail of precum dripping behind me as I ran - that's how excited it made me.

I took two calming breaths. I had a job to do. He wasn't in the courtyard this time so I entered his front door and found him once again in the leather armchair, still naked, cock as hard as ever. But this time he had a virtual reality headset on with a pair of over-the-ear noise cancelling headphones. He seemed oblivious to my presence which is, I guess, what he wanted. I paused a moment to take in the sight of his sexy, hairy body and perfect penis before I got in between his legs, trying not to touch him. I wanted his first knowledge of my arrival to be my mouth encompassing his cock. Finally, I was in position. I licked my lips and spread them wide, eyeing off his leaking cock slit.

He still had his hand wrapped around his pole, wanking to what I imagine was some VR porn scene. I brought my mouth to the very tip of his cock and then with a sharp inhale from him, plunged his dick deep, his hand coming off as my lips replaced his fingers. His now free hand grabbed a fist full of hair on the back of my head and started pulling me up and down like some sort of sex toy. I kept my jaw loose but my mouth tight, lips forming a suction seal around his throbbing cock as he forced my head to move in whatever direction he wanted. It was so sexy. It took everything in me not to touch my own leaking prick as this went on because I would have immediately shot a load on his timber floor.

As his hair pulling got more insistent, he started making a panting sound, every pump of my throat came with a deep "huff" from him until without warning he went rigid, my head being held so that only the tip of his dick was in my mouth, and he unloaded another deliciously thick and salty load, right on to my tongue. I didn't want to swallow right away but he was blowing such a large amount that I had to otherwise it would have leaked out. How is this guy producing so much cum! This was his 3rd load of the morning and yet his balls still looked heavy. A good 6 or 7 wads slid effortlessly down my throat with each swallow and then his grip relaxed, his body went back to its slouched state and my job was done. A final swipe of my tongue over his cock to get the last of his cum and I scooted back to get off my knees without touching his legs.

Now I had to get back to my shorts. With a furtive glance over his hedge I quickly stepped out of the courtyard and sprinted back to the alleyway where I'd left them. With a huge sense of relief (and maybe a bit of disappointment at no longer being naked) I pulled them up and then walked back home to add load number 8 to the list.

It was now about 8 in the morning and I'd already sucked down 3 loads from him. My mind boggled at how much cum this guy could produce. My nights and weekends were going to be busy if this was a sign of things to come!