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“Bitch, stop your yappin and put your mouth to good use” said Hugh, grabbing her hair and forcing her forward, bending her over the sofa in the middle of the room.

Note to the reader: In this diary I have told the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others’ privacy, and also because they don’t matter. Each entry in the diary can be read alone or as part of a series, but since I have a wide sexual appetite you may not find everything I’ve done to be such a turn on, so you may want to skip those chapters. This chapter, chapters 1 to 4 and 6 feature homosexual scenes, while chapters 5 and 7 feature heterosexual scenes.

Note: Although this is a sequel, it also works well on its own. Also, while the first story was 100% straight, this sequel is definitely not!

Thinking of themselves as great outdoors’ men, Mark and Tom thought they knew everything about the world of camping. Going out into the wilderness made them feel big and secure. In actuality, this fascination with the outdoors was nothing but a psychological cover-up for their own inner male weakness.

My name is Barry Snow, and as you probably already know my wife April is a total nymphomaniac. She just can’t get enough different cocks, and she is always on the look out for a new one. I have no problem with her little hobby, and in fact I have been her number one source of encouragement for 33 years.

A few years ago I was unemployed and quickly going broke. While it would have been easy to find a job, finding a good job was very difficult, far more difficult than I had expected it to be. I was the owner of a brand new college degree and I worked damn hard the previous four years to get it. I had vowed that I would not return to a junky low-paying job again except in the extreme event that I needed it as an emergency stopgap to pay for food and shelter.

The day started out dark and miserable and stayed that way. I was so tired of rain. Don’t get me wrong, I like to strip naked and run through it just as much as the next guy, but come on. We’d had eight days of straight rain. I was beginning to think the sun had left us for green pastures.

For the next three months, the Gunny and Justin shared their room on the base, having sex at least three times a day. Justin fell in love with sucking the Gunny’s cock, but more so, he became absolutely addicted at having his ass pummeled by the Gunny’s thick cock. Every morning, Justin found himself in various positions having his ass hammered. During their lunch break, he was in the Gunny’s office, ass hiked up, and the Gunny slamming his beefy meat in and out of his more than willing bung hole. When their work day ended, the two men were in their room with the Gunny savagely cramming his cock into Justin’s magical anal kingdom. Often times, at night, they would enjoy at least two more ass pounding sessions before falling off to sleep.

I’d had enough! This year was supposed to be great. I’d finally made head cheerleader, the team was ranked in the top ten in every pre-season poll. Every one knew we had a good chance to make The Final Four, maybe even win the championship! Last year Bodie led us to the sweet Sixteen and we might have gone further if he hadn’t got hurt. Bodie got picked late in the first round of the NBA draft. He didn’t figure to get much playing time this first year, but figured he’d earn more as the season went on. At least that’s what he said on the phone. It’s hard to keep a relationship going when you’re living on different coasts but were giving it our best shot.

LORI – A NEIGHBOR’S DELIGHT – CHAPTER 10