Cruel to be Kind


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, True Story, Oral Sex, Slow, .

Desc: Sex Story: A man must learn to love.

My friend Kerry, who everyone thought was a girl's name, and his wife Kim who was also my friend, threw a party. When they throw a party it's talked about for weeks afterwards. They always go all out. Food, liquor, a live band, fireworks, entertainment for the kids.

People were traveling in and out of their house. The den was full of men watching a boxing match, women talked in the kitchen, kids ran in groups, laughing and screaming.

I met Kim first, she was working in her mother's store, attached to a trailer park, where I was living at the time. She was a year older than me and we found we had a lot in common, but there was no romantic interest from either of us, it just never materialized. At the time I met her she was a very lovely and very big woman, but she had that aura of a care taker about her, she was always worried about me because I lived alone and I didn't have anybody taking care of me. She became one of my closest friends and I don't have many. She was the one I felt I could trust and tell her things I never told anyone. She told me about herself and how she had an abortion when she was younger and it still haunted her. When I met her she had a baby girl that over the years I watched grow up.

At the same time I met Kerry, he was in the air force. It was amazing that we looked similiar in appearance. He had a very high I.Q. which intimidated me at first and it was through him I found I was lot smarter then I ever thought. We would play chess and other games that stimulated our minds. He lived in the trailer park and had girlfriends coming out the ears. He told me later he thought maybe I was gay, but I never hit on him so he decided I was okay (he's is very homophobic, he was stalked by a man when he was younger and it left some scars in him).

At the time Kim was dating his older brother, so she knew Kerry but didn't see him all that much. Whenever I would see her we would talk and catch up and I would tell her about this new friend of mine. When we made the connection that she was dating his brother she didn't seem to want to talk about him anymore.

Then I didn't see either of them for about nine months, I heard he was in a terrible accident on the night of his wedding. It took some calling around, but I finally leanred that he and Kim had finally gotten together. His brother had slapped Kim around and she had gone to Kerry, because she knew I trusted him and she spilled the story, he is very compasionate and a dreamer really, he comforted her and that night they fell in love. They got married two months later.

Kerry had been driving home a drunk friend when he was hit head on, luckily he was driving an old american made car and he suffered a broken leg. There are so many stories involving them. One day I will have to pull them out and write them down. Kerry and Kim have three kids, he raised her baby daughter as his own and I was like a surrogate uncle.

We are both involved with computers, and that gave us even more to talk about. So here I am with my two closest friends in the world and I have secrets they have not even told each other. Kerry one accused me of sleeping with Kim and it was so funny I actually had to sit on the floor.

First of all I told him. She is to good a friend for me to sleep with, second, I wouldn't do that to him. Thirdly, she wouldn't do that to him. He is her bestest friend in the whole world, I come in second. I have stuck with them through hard times, have lent them money. When he was going to college and they were broke all the time, I bought their kids new bikes, all three of them at the same time. I appreciated that they just accepted them with no thanks or undue gratitude, it made me family. I have cooked for them, I have sent them off on romantic interludes while I stayed and watched the kids, which I enjoy very much. They are like my own kids and if it is in my power I would do anything for them.

Their oldest daughter confided in me when she was thirteen that she liked girls. She didn't want to tell her dad because she was afraid he would hate her.

She liked to dress like a boy and she always had a lot of girlfriends, she dated boys in highschool but she told me she wanted to date girls. So I took it upon myself to gently ease the idea into Kerry's mind that maybe his daughter Tammy was interested in girls.

He argued that she dated boys. I told him she looked at girls with more interest, he seemed to watch her more and one day he told me he thought maybe I was right. We had a long discussion, his wife, him and his daughter. I told him she would still be his daughter, but wasn't it more important that she be happy? She's living with the love of her life now and my two friends thing she is the best thing to ever happen for Tammy.

Okay, so here are my two best friends, that I love very much, more than I do a brother and sister, they are my family. They don't like to see me alone. But that's my problem and they both know why.

That does not stop them from trying to set me up with every woman they know.

Kim set me up with a woman that is a very good friend of hers. Her name was Betty, she was/is a school teacher. Her ex-husband was stalking her. She had a lot of baggage and a small daughter.

She was pretty, with black hair and blue eyes, she was a little plump, but that womanly plump that you can hang onto. She had a nice body and good personality. We just didn't hit it off. She was to stuck up for me. She was very finiky about certain things. Kim is very earthy, nothing at all surprises her. She has described giving Kerry a blow job. She told me has the biggest dick she as ever seen. Kerry actually showed me to prove her right. I was impressed with both of them. Because she told me likes to deep throat, it makes her orgasm. Go figure.

Anyway Betty, thought herself better than this. Now I can be as sophistcated as the occasion needs. I am comfortable drinking beer from a bottle or sipping fine wine. I have been around the world twice, on my own, sometimes I just start to travel and see where it takes me. I am not ready to settle down. The women I have known were for one night. Some I paid for some I didn't. I never led any on, they were one night stands. I am not an asshole. I offer dinner, a movie, time to talk, but I make sure they understand it is not anything serious. It wasn't what I was looking for when I was younger. I even had a vasectomy, I don't want to bring children into this world. Basically I find it a hard place to live in.

Betty didn't agree and we argued the entire time she was visiting with my two friends, they knew it was impossible. But they were looking for that long term commitment like they had, they wanted me to be as happy as they were.

Now this party was due to the fact that Kim had an elderly aunt whom lived in Kentucky, her faimly owned all this land going back about a hundred and fifty years. It turned out that when the old lady died, she left it to Kim, her two brother's and her sister. They all inherited about three million dollars and there was another fifty million that would be distributed over a ten year period.

It was a great party. I knew some of the people and they seemed to know who I was and Kim was introducing me to every single woman in the place. I would greet them, make idle conversation and then move on. I know I wasn't what they expected. But my life had changed in a lot of ways, I was settled, I had my own business going. I was looking for the one, the one woman that you click with. Kerry mentioned I needed someone like Kim. After all the years and times we spent together, I still thought of Kim as my older sister and I loved her dearly, but yuck.

They lived out in the middle of nowhere, lots of privacy, the band could really crank up and play. It wasn't my kind music, more for the younger people I assumed. I went out to get a breath of fresh air. They lived out in the desert, the moutains surrounded them and at night the stars were so bright it hurt your eyes to look up at them. Off in the distance you could see the lights glowing in Los Angeles, and the towns spread out below. It was like being in a low flying plane. Off to the west was a military base, we were always seeing white vans and cars heading out that way in the early morning, with no insignia, we had seen helicopters flying over taking photos of the house, we had seen huge transport planes come in so low you could see the piots faces in the windows. We used to watch them test the SR71 spy plane and the new stealth bomber. This little brown plane would zip over and then about twenty seconds later we would hear it after it was out of sight.

I was just sitting way out by myself like I am apt to do at times when I feel like I am having to much fun. I can't drink, not anymore, highly allergic, so I stick to soda. Can't eat spicy food and have to watch what goes in my mouth. I hardly sleep because of all the shit going on in my head, two to three hours a night does it for me. I spend a lot of time working to fill my time. I like vintage rock from when I was in high school, back in the seventies, just before the death of music, disco and rap. I was lost in thought, I knew someone else had come outside, away from the party. I heard the flick of a lighter being struck and then the sweet aroma of weed.

I had tried it before, but I didn't like the fuzzy feeling it gave me. It was to easy to like.

"Want a toke?" a soft feminine voice asked me, in that manner of someone trying to hold the smoke in.

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