What if it was Brian? I turned around and started walking away from the stairs, past Brian's apartment and down the hall. I heard a key in a lock and ...urned around to catch a glimpse of Brian opening his door. His apartment might be a dump, but the years working outdoors had not been unkind to him. He was as handsome as I remembered, in terrific shape, and deeply tanned.I waited until he went inside, and then I did something, which to this day I cannot explain. I walked back to his apartment. Chris's eyes were wide as he watched Carrie walk to his bed. He kept scanning his mother's body, from the tall boots to the shiny piercing between her thighs, then up to the heavy, fleshy tits that hung gently by her rib cage. His cock began to creep to life. Carrie stood over her son and let him ogle her body. She was the tiger, and he was the prey, but she's the one who felt vulnerable. She had never felt so naked and exposed, she felt...inside out. The light from the lamp was gentle. He slid the drink over to me and I graciously accepted it. I looked at the three of them and gulped down the third drink. Again I had to take a drink of my beer to kill the taste."Amazing." Complemented Mike."Thanks." So do you do this kind of thing often?" asked Rob"Not really." I answered a little embarrassed.A silence fell over the room. I absently sipped at my beer, hoping they wouldn't make me drink any more. I could already feel myself getting a little buzzed. There was a little small. I realized that if he asked I was letting him do me. A he licked up and down my cock I felt his fingers make their way toward my ass. I was surprised to feel myself lean forward to open my ass for easier access. As his finger entered me I was concentrating on anything but sex. I was so close to cumming and I was not ready. Not yet. Then I felt his tongue work it’s way under my balls and head for my ass. He began turning me around licking me as he did. As my ass came in front of his face he.