Brooklyn booty texted me tonight at around 11pm. I figured why not, so I invited him over. He had just gotten off work and seemed a little grumpy. Stupid 22-year-olds, they're so moody. We watch a little bit of TV and he finally loosens up. Brooklyn reveals to me, albeit defensively, that he's an electrician/door man for a residential building on the upper east side. He quickly follows it with, "But I won't be doing that forever." Honestly, blue collar guys fulfill a certain fantasy for me. You know, the "excuse me, the power went out, can you come and service me?" kind of fantasy. So, I don't mind it so much. At this point, he could be high school janitor and I wouldn't give a shit. A good lay is a good lay.
Fast forward. We have sex successfully but too quickly because "I just want you so bad." Boo. Then we try again later and I finally orgasm once I get on top. Brooklyn makes me a pipe out of aluminum foil and part of a pen. We smoke weed and fall asleep. I realize I snore loudly. Oops, can't help it.
We wake up in the morning and have some satisfying, but quick morning sex. I kinda enjoy his fingers more than his cock. You know what that means? Time to move on.
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