My Neighbour Hates Wasting Cum - 10

I didn't hear from my neighbour for the rest of Monday night. I was surprised but also relieved as my throat needed some recovery time after the marathon throat fucking. The sheer excitement of waking home naked and touchlessly ejaculating all over my front steps had left me exhausted. I skipped dinner and ended up falling asleep way too early.

Vivid dreams of dick punctuated my sleep; I floated through fields of huge, swaying cocks, trying to catch them in my mouth as I dreamily sailed by but sadly they all eluded my grasp. Just as I captured a particularly appealing penis, I awoke to the light tappings of my cat at 4am. I'd passed out so early the night before that I'd forgotten to feed her and she unceremoniously batted at my face to prompt me to action. Sorting her out with a can of her favourite food, I then perched naked on my kitchen bench and scrolled through my phone, contemplating whether I should try for another couple of hours of sleep or stay awake and get an early start. Almost unconsciously, I tapped on the app and checked out my neighbour's profile again. He was quite a handsome man; I hadn't spent much time admiring his face during our encounters but I took that moment to swipe through his photos and appreciate what a good looking guy he was. It also dawned on me that he wasn't wearing any clothes in his pics but nothing explicit was shown.

I tapped out of his album, returned to the profile text and saw that he'd been online only 15 minutes earlier. An idea popped into my head and before I had a chance to talk myself out of it I walked out my front door with phone in hand but still sans shorts and strolled over to his place, my hardening cock swaying in the breeze with each casual step. A couple of minutes later I arrived at his gate, not knowing if it would be unlocked. I lifted the latch and the gate swung open revealing his dark courtyard. Carefully closing the gate behind me in an effort to make no sound, I took a seat on one of his outdoor chairs and started to slowly wank my dick to full hardness. I pulled up his profile again and swiped through his pictures so that I could pump my cock while appreciating how sexy he was but that wasn't quite doing it for me - I needed to take it further. After a couple of minutes of nude wanking in his courtyard I got up and crept towards his front door so I could check to see if he'd locked it after I left the previous evening. Gingerly grasping the door knob, I gave it a very slight twist and to my surprise it was unlocked.

My heart raced as I stepped into his dark hallway. I knew what I wanted: to find him asleep and to suck his dick until he wakes up and feeds me his first load of the day. I didn't know where his bedroom was but it wasn't a big house, so I slowly progressed into his abode until I heard some deep, slow breathing coming from one of the rooms. Peering into the darkness, I could make out the shape of a figure laying on his back. The longer I let my eyes adjust the more details I could make out: his long frame was resting on a queen-sized mattress, covers kicked to the side so that his hairy body was fully exposed. With every rise and fall of his chest, his hefty nutsack slightly contracted and then relaxed as if his balls were continuously producing more and more sperm for unloading. His thick cock lay semi-flaccid on his lower abdomen, not quite hard but also not fully soft. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen it completely soft; he always seems to be at least part way hard. I wondered if that's why he was always ready to shoot his next load.

Silently stepping across the threshold into his bedroom, I got closer to my sleeping neighbour. His breathing remained deep and rhythmic so I knew I hadn't woken him up yet. Thankfully he was on the near edge of his bed so that I could reach his dick without having to climb on his mattress. I found the best position and got my face good and close to his cock. I wanted to capture the image of it in my mind, from the gorgeously plump head, slightly exposed under a loose layer of foreskin, to the magnificent shaft that could get as hard as a metal rod, right down to his flesh sack which contained those jizz factories that had kept me so very well fed lately. I took a deep breath and inhaled his aroma: faint notes of bodywash mixed with sweat and pure masculine pheromones. It sent an electric surge right to my own dick as I continued to breathe in his intoxicating smell.

Enough! I needed him in my mouth. Without using my hands, I gently ran my tongue from his balls right up to the head in a long, luxurious stroke, and once I'd reached the tip I used my lips with a bit of suction to slurp the head into my mouth. I was rewarded with a drop of his amazing precum as I began to work just the helmet, feeling it engorge and firm up with each beat of his heart. Continuing my worship of my slumbering neighbour, I allowed my mouth to ever-so-slowly take in more of his now firm shaft. I didn't want to wake him up just yet but my cocksucker cravings were kicking in and I needed to get my throat filled. My slow and deliberate descent on his dick continued as I monitored his breathing for signs of him waking. Thankfully, by the time my lips made contact with his crotch and his penis was resting pleasantly in my throat, he still seemed blissfully unaware of my presence, at least consciously - his fuck stick sure knew I was there as it had started churning out more and more precum to coat my insides.

The last couple of weeks of intense cocksucking had trained me to hold his dick in my throat for longer periods than I'd been able to in the past so I maintained my position with him lodged in my neck and began to gently undulate the length of my tongue along the underside of his pole whilst using my throat muscles to keep up a swallowing action on the head. I could feel his nuts churning up against my chin as I held him deep as long as I could. His cum was building up and I needed it bad. Just as I was running out of breath I withdrew slightly, enough to allow the flow of air into my lungs and then I returned him to the depths of my neck to continue my work. The added friction of the movement elicited a soft groan from him but he continued to snooze. I kept up this pattern of using my throat like a milking machine and taking breaths only when necessary for the next several minutes.

His cock was loving it; it was as hard as an iron rod and leaking continuously while his balls had started to pull up, letting me know his load was brewing and needed to be released. I'd entered that special cocksucking mind space again; the one that having him locked in my neck seems to do to put me in. My reflexes started to take over - it was time to get him to cum. I began to make small bobbing movements with my head so that he would continuously ride the ridge at the back of my throat, his fat knob popping in and out of that deepest part in my sucking mouth. I still didn't want him to wake but I was desperate to get his seed so I couldn't help but speed up my motions. My mouth began to fly up and down the length of his meat, base to tip to base, over and over, each plunge back to the bottom accompanied by a swallow of my throat. He was uttering more sleepy moans and groans as my velvety throat continued its assault on him. I could feel the heat building in his dick. It was getting ready to give me what I wanted, I just needed to keep up my work for a little longer!

All of a sudden his hands grasped my head and he pulled me deep on to his crotch, then with his entire bodyweight he rolled over, pulling me with him and trapped my head between his pelvis and the mattress. I couldn't have escaped even if I'd wanted to! His meat was locked in my throat and I was held in place by a solid mountain of manflesh. Once he was firmly on top of me he ruthlessly fucked my mouth like it was an inanimate hole by lifting his hips a couple of inches and then plunging back down, never allowing me the chance to move. I could barely gasp a breath in that position but thankfully he was right on the edge and in fewer than 10 thrusts he gave an almighty roar and plugged his throbbing cock as deep as it would go into me to unleashed his cum. I couldn't even swallow; his load was being injected directly into my stomach. I had got what I come for.

Slowly, after I'd been force fed a good ten or so pulses of his creamy jizz, his rigid body flopped to the side and I was able to slide my head out from underneath his waist to gasp in a much needed breath. He was still partially on top of me with his thick leg draped over my chest and his now deflating cock just above my shoulder. I turned my head towards it and saw a drop of cum glistening in the dim pre-dawn light of his bedroom, extended my tongue and swiped it up as I know he would have expected me to do if he'd ever spoken a word in my presence.

I disentangled from him and left the way I had come. I decided it was best to forget about ever collecting my shorts from their hiding spot in the alley.