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.
Faced with his gorgeous penis, I did what I knew he wanted and slid it right back into my throat. This illicited another deep groan from him and he started guiding my head up and down his engorged fuck-pole at a slower pace than what he usually liked. I was in cocksucker heaven. I could still taste the load on my breath that he'd fed me mere moments ago and now he was in the process of working his next one out using my mouth and head as his wank toy. You'd think that after drinking down over 20 of his loads I'd get tired of it but I feel like the opposite was happening: the more he fed me the more eager I was to please him and make sure he got what he wanted from me. His fist unclenched and he moved both hands to either side of my head and started fucking with a bit more intensity. Holding my head in place he thrusted with his hips so that on the apex of each thrust his engorged cockhead slid into the back of my throat, providing him with the pleasure of feeling my oesophagus stretch over and over. I timed my breaths to match his fuck rhythm and used my tongue to swipe along the underside of his dick as it continued its steady invasion.
His firm and insistent grip on my head continued and his hips kept thrusting forward and back like a fuck machine, each time causing my face to be pressed hard into his crotch while my neck bulged around his fat, dripping cock then pulling back out until just the delicious head remained in my mouth. That pace continued for longer than I was expecting. Almost all of the loads he's fed me have been either swallowed in seconds or at most after a couple of minutes of work on my end but this time he wasn't in any rush. I guess he wanted to get that first load out as soon as he could and then spend time enjoying working on the next one. And I was in no position to complain. I was in my favourite place in the world: kneeling, naked, and mouth being fucked by a perfect penis.
