Life with Brian - Sex Stories

Life with Brian

Brian and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember, although I wondered why from time to time. Sometimes he drove me nuts. He sometimes behaved really oafishly - or just insensitively - and he could be opinionated, too. Not that he didn’t have good reason to be. He was always one of the smartest k**s I knew, and he was captain of the football team when we were at high school. Brian was one of those good-looking golden boys for whom life always naturally came easy, smiling his way through difficult situations with a flash of his blue eyes and an easy laugh. Whenever we fell out he always won me over again with some quick-witted remarks and a look that seemed to say "what, you don’t like me? How can you resist?" I never figured out why he was friends with me, unless it was just an accident of geography since we lived next door to one another when we were k**s. I was the opposite of everything Brian surrounded himself with. While Brian’s f****y was relatively well-off my Mom and I were always struggling. I was only average at school, and while I wasn’t one of the geeks I wasn’t very popular either. I was too short and small to be any good at sport, and not muscular or handsome enough to get girls easily. The girls I did go out with were more attracted by the proximity to Brian, I think. For whatever reason, Brian and I remained friends throughout school. After we graduated he went off to California to do pre-med at college in Los Angeles, and I stayed in the same ...

... hokey little burg we’d grown up in, working myself into a brain-dead state in a job in an insurance company. I didn’t have the grades for a scholarship to college, and my Mom couldn’t afford to help me out with money since Dad had skipped out on us when I was three. There was the community college, but I would have to move closer in to the city to attend, or commute four hours a day on the bus. Only three months after I got the job the company went through a round of ‘downsizing’, and after three more months I still hadn’t found a new job. I got a phone call around then from Brian, wondering how I was and what I was up to. I told him I wasn’t up to much, and he told me I should come out to the coast and stay at his place - he was sure there were more jobs in California, and he had plenty of room. After talking it over with Mom we agreed that at worst I’d get to see the ocean (I never had before) and I couldn’t do much worse than the jobs I’d recently been getting rejections for. Mom and my Grandma gave me farewell hugs and a couple of hundred dollars, and I caught a bus for the bright lights. Brian met me at the bus station, and sped me home to his little apartment in his beat up Rabbit convertible. He was wrong about having plenty of room, I realised as soon as we walked in. Apart from the apartment being tiny it was full of an enormous amount of clutter. Where had he acquired all this stuff in such a short time? I said as much and he told me all the furniture had come with ...