My Neighbour Hates Wasting Cum

Now that he knew where I lived and that I was keen to drink down his cum whenever he was horny, it seemed like he was keen to take the lead. The very next night I was at home again and naked as usual, just replying to a few work emails when another 💦 appeared in my notifications. Unsure what it meant, I put my phone back down to finish typing out the email I was working on but two minutes later another message came through.

"💦💦💦!!!"

My cum feeder neighbour seemed to urgently need my mouth but I didn't know where or when to meet him. Shutting the lid of my laptop, I went downstairs and glanced out into my backyard through my kitchen window and there he was again: naked, hard, and apparently right on the edge of cumming. Without a second thought I threw open my back door and assumed my usual positon in front of him so he could thrust into my throat to empty his balls with another series of his sexy throbs and groans. And once again when he was done he simply pulled out of my mouth and walked off down the side of my house without a shred of clothing. Luckily it was a warm night so is dick didn't shrink much and looked incredible even deflated.

My curiousity got the better of me. I had to know whether he just left his clothes somewhere at the front of my place or if he actually walked over naked. I hopped back upstairs and logged into my security app to find out what I could spy on the cams at my front door and driveway. My cock pulsed out a hefty drip of precum when I saw him casually walk past both cameras as naked as the day he was born and clearly not in any rush. It's like he simply didn't care if anyone saw him and his swinging, spit-covered schlong as he sauntered back home.

I quickly saved both videos to my hard drive and checked the previous night's log to find the same thing! This guy had levels of confidence I could only dream of. I absolutely love being naked - if I could stay naked all the time I would - but to leave my house and walk down the street without even carrying clothes with me... I wish I was that brave.

All the next day at work the thought of the unexpected load waiting for me in my backyard and his nude bravado had me on edge. I had to run to the toilets 3 times to wank out loads just to get my cock to go down enough so that it wasn't visible through my trousers (I probably should have worn underwear that day but I almost never do). By the time I got home my dick was chafed and I was pretty frazzled but I still wondered if I might get another insistent emoji message tonight, but when 11pm rolled around and nothing came through I turned off all of the lights and cracked open my back door so my cat could wander in and out of the house if she wanted to and went up to bed.

I always sleep deeply even through the loudest snoring or heaviest plane turbulence but being on edge all day meant I fell asleep even faster than usual. Dreams of cocks swinging in front of my face ran through my subconscious. It was almost as if I could feel them on my lips with each pendulous swaying motion: the more they swung, the more insistently they pushed against my lips. I could even taste the precum they left after each attempt at pressing into my mouth. In my dream state I got more and more hypnotised by the swinging meat and more and more desperate for them to keep trying to get into my mouth. The pressing against my lips grew firmer and firmer with each swing until I dreamily parted them just enough that the the biggest of the cocks my subconscious had created stopped swinging and aimed directly at the gap, lined up its slit and let out the thickest, whitest, tastiest cum I'd ever known directly onto my tongue. I greedily gulped it down and more kept coming. It was like it would never end and I never wanted it to. It coated my throat so silkily with every swallow and my tongue tingled with delight as new pulses added more glorious cum. But, as with all dreams, eventually it changed and I sunk further into sleep until my alarm woke me up at 6am.

Hazily, I reached over to my phone to silence the loud beeping and spotted two messages with increasing amounts of 💦. One at 12:40am and another at 12:45am. I was immediately awake and my cock hardened, lifting my bed sheet off me like a tent. Logging again into my security cam app, I saw that familiar lazy stroll of his go past my drive way and front door, then down through my side gate. But then I saw two notifications from my pet cam app indicating unusual activity at 12:47am from my kitchen. I tapped on the first one and a grainy, night-vision-style video of a naked man with a hard dick entering my back door as confidently as if he owned the place popped up on my phone screen. My heart pounded in my chest. He'd been in my house. How did I feel about it? Did he take anything? I rushed out of bed and did a sweep of everything I could think of that might be of value - it was all there.

With a relieved exhale I sat down at my kitchen table to look at that video of him entering my kitchen again but then I checked the 2nd video - coded at 12:54am. It was another grainy video of a naked man but this time exiting my back door. He didn't stay long. Maybe he thought I wasn't home or just decided not to do anything. I watched it a second time and then I spotted that his dick was soft. Had my dream of guzzling cum actually been caused by him wanking his load into my mouth while I slept? Part of me was still shaken but the cum slut in me thought it was potentially the hottest thing that could have happened. Did he see me asleep and decide to use my mouth to cum in anyway? I already knew he didn't like his cum going to waste so it's not much of a stretch to think that could have happened. And I did dream about swallowing over and over... Maybe I need to buy another cam for my bedroom. Or not leave my door unlocked.

I'm probably going to keep leaving my door unlocked.