Mr. Brooklyn

I go to my usual dance class taught by my friend and we decide to go to a local bar for some drinks.  Keep in mind, I am a sweaty hot mess and am definitely not in the condition to be on the prowl.  My friend and I get a little tipsy and we end up dancing our asses off at the back of the bar.  This is a fratty upper east side bar so it is no surprise that people are just watching us like spectators at a zoo.  

As the night goes on, I start seeing groups of cute guys trickling in.  This is kinda exciting for a week night.  I stop in the restroom to wipe off my sweat.  As I come out of the restroom, a boy is coming out of the men's restroom and stops to say, "You're a really good dancer."  I smile and notice a cute 6'1" Irish boy standing before me, clean cut face and hair, dressed in a hoodie and jeans, and the most adorable smile wrinkles.  I also notice that he is probably not a day over 24.  I immediately start talking to him and we end up taking multiple shots.  In between the shots, we give each other short facts about ourselves.  I find out he's from Brooklyn.  Well, hello Mr. Brooklyn.

We get wasted and start making out.  It's been a while since I've kissed a guy this tall and I forget how much it turns me on.   Not only is Brooklyn totally cute, he's also got this boyish charm that brings out the cougar in me.  It also helps that he's friends with the bar manager and is continuously feeding me and my friends drinks.

Brooklyn and I dance until I have no more energy, I grab his hand and say, "You're coming home with me."  We hop into cab and Brooklyn and I can't keep our hands off of each other.  Finally at my apartment, we stumble onto my bed, clothes come off, and we're prepped to go.  Brooklyn is surprisingly aggressive, in an amateurish sort of way.  Not smooth, but so willing to try.  Brooklyn does pretty good foreplay, full of passionate grabbing and even some minor choking.  Never thought I'd be into that.  Then comes the moment of truth.  He puts on the condom and I'm in ready position.  Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, unlike the Brooklyn Bridge, Brooklyn is not erect.  And for the next 4 hours, we go through over 6 condoms, each time thinking that he is hard enough and then to find out he's not.  The upside to being with a younger man (BTW, I find out he's 22), is that he's so willing.  He wants to keep pleasuring me even when he knows he can't do it with his cock.  So different from Mr. Pull-Out who had an "as-is" cock.

Although we have 1000 failed attempts at having sex, I do enormously enjoy my time spent with Brooklyn.  We end up knowing more about each other than I do some of my friends.  He also puts on this "hard" Brooklyn front that I can easily break down.  We get each other and find one another hilarious.  Not to mention his passion for dogs and his family makes me want to spend time with him sans sex.

Brooklyn spends most of the next day in my bed.  He tells me that he's enjoyed his time with me.  The feeling is mutual.   We then exchange numbers and he kisses me good-bye.  I'm actually looking forward to seeing him again.  Even if he is 6 years my junior.

Oh BTW, Brooklyn likes pulling my hair.  I like it, too.  But I did not like seeing piles of my hair on my bed afterwards.