Encounter #54.2: Coast Guard

App: Bumble

Name: Jesse*

Date Location: His Place

Location Review:  N/A

Date Duration: 2 hours

What Happened:

I was a bit disappointed when I didn’t hear back from Jesse. It dug up a lot of weird shit I had been pushing aside and even though I disagreed, he wasn’t entirely wrong that I had a wall up.

I went along with my weekend and everything was going to plan until that Saturday night. My friend and I were drinking on my couch and I saw a text from him come in asking what I was up to. I left it on read. He needed to sweat.

About an hour later he called. I picked up and it came out why he hadn’t talked to me all week. He was being deployed in less than 48 hours. Fuck.

The reason his medical clearance was so crazy was because they were immediately sending him out on a mission. He tried to apply for leave to give himself time to get his house and everything in order but it was denied. So basically he had spent the rest of that week trying to get his shit together and see his family before he left.

We made plans to try to hang out the next day. He obviously had a lot going on so I wasn’t expecting to hear from him. He called me that morning and we talked for about an hour and he kept saying that he would do what he needed to do so we could see each other.

Several hours passed and I thought that was it. I really couldn’t hold it against him. Deployment is a lot to handle. 10:30 pm he called and said he was coming to pick me up. OH SHIT. It’s my time to shine.

I threw on some semi-attractive lazy clothes and made myself look like I hadn’t lived on my couch all day. When he got me, it just felt off. He, understandably, wasn’t as talkative with everything going on but we really didn’t have any banter. What was a 12-minute drive felt like 30.

The house was nice. Garage, hard wood floors, 3 bedrooms, jacuzzi tub, the whole thing. He gave me the tour and as expected, we started making out when we got to his room. Things were promising. He was a decent kisser and as I slid his shirt off I felt how soft his skin was and that he was ripped. Fuego.

Then shit got weird. So at that point we were both naked and standing. He then went behind me to suck on my neck and attempted to finger me. I mean I saw where he was going but, it probably would have worked better as the method to get my clothes off.

He kept going with it and wasn’t being too aggressive so I took the lead. I got him on the bed and started blowing him. To start, he must have rubbed something on himself before I got there because he tasted so strongly of soap and tea tree oil. It was like licking a yoga mat. On top of that, he was SILENT. No moaning, no words, nothing. This was an area I felt confident in so after awhile I kind of just came up for air and figured he was good.

I then asked if he could work on me for a bit and this fucker suggested 69. Ugh. Fine. He wasn’t very good. If I had to describe it, it was like he was trying to suck the meat off a chicken wing. Plus anytime he was doing something good, I’d verbalize it, and then he’d immediately switch to something else. THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS.

He randomly stopped so I hopped off and we started fucking. Things were going well. We were finding our rhythm. But then he stopped again.

“Did you cum?”

“No, did you?”

“I am so sorry. I did. It’s been awhile, I’m so sorry!”

We had been having sex less than a minute.

I didn’t know how long it had been for him but based on how embarrassed he was and what I knew about his last relationship, it had to have been in the year+ range.

We made out a bit and snuggled for awhile. He had to pack so he said I could hang out and watch Netflix for a bit while he threw his bag together. I offered to leave. I knew he had a lot to do but he insisted it would be maybe 10/15 minutes.

I curled up on his couch and after 10 minutes it just felt too weird. I went upstairs to say good bye and he called me an Uber which I appreciated. We never spoke again.

And so with that, I saved America by fucking one of their finest. You’re welcome.

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