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.
