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My parents split when I was 11. The divorce was wickedly acrimonious and I ended up moving away with my father. Since he’d been fucking around on momma she became the victim and got the house, alimony and my sister who was 7 at the time. My sister and I were too young to understand the grounds for the split; we just know it hurt like hell not to be a family any more. Dad and I moved back to his hometown to be near his family, 300 miles from momma and Sis. For the first couple of years my sister and I got to visit the missing parent and sibling, moving back and forth the between our two homes. After the 5th year the visits stopped completely. I hadn’t seen my female family in several years. I was 25, working on a small work boat and living the life of a bored, lonely single man. I’d had girlfriends since I was 16 and wasn’t a stranger to the wiles and pleasures of the female of our species but lately I’d been living alone and unloved. I didn’t really mind. I’d dated almost every girl of my generation in the small town but not a one of them could keep my interest. My father was still chasing every piece of ass he could shove his dick into and I know for sure he and I have fucked some of the same women. While I was still living with him more than one of adventurous ones sneaked into my bed after he went to sleep. My best friend Alan had gone off and gotten his girlfriend pregnant and married her. They were head over heels in love and couldn’t understand why I couldn’t find a ...

... permanent love interest. If I were to open up to some fucking shrink, I would learn that my parent’s bitter divorce and my dad’s vast harem of sluts had subconsciously ruined my chances for a long term mate. Alan got a decent job in Portland and moved out of our small burg with the very pregnant Carol. I was left with my shadow to keep me company which suited me well for a while but then the lure of the big city and my friend’s constant pressure finally got me to move my ass from small town America to Portland. It didn’t take me long to find a good job, an apartment and start fitting into the socially corrupt side of town. Carol was going to college part time and being a mom the rest of the time. She and Alan settled into a nice family life while I hung in the peripherals, just outside their intimate circle. A few months after I moved to the city I was having a beer with Alan and we started talking about my life in the seamy bars and locals. He knew I never had a permanent girlfriend wondered out loud if I liked fucking the dregs of society, the girls that would get drunk or high and fuck anybody, man or woman, just to show off their newest tattoo or piercing. I told him my balls were happy and I didn’t need an emotional relationship. He scoffed, “Everybody needs an emotional relationship.” Carol decided that some of her friends from school would make good matches for me and tried setting me up with blind dates. She insisted that these girls were nice and wholesome, intelligent, ...