Uncut & Bareback, Rufio Returns | 2016

Shout to all my Lost Boys…

We rowdy!

Last night Rufio and I finally made some progress with exploring his man cave. But lets back that ass up just a little bit further, to the beginning of the night. I had a HELLACIOUSLY bad day at work. Unproductive, stressful, overtime, the whole nine yards of self-fulfilling defeatism I’ve come to expect is the norm. Add to that an added issue in my personal life has cropped up and started sprouting Hydra heads. Breathe. I’m gonna get through this, I just need margaritas and a face to sit on. (My coping skills need coping skills.) I meet the gays at the local gay bar to drown out the voices, I mean anxiety, and call Rufio to join us. He’s got 3 weeks left in state before he’s separated from the Army and returns to civilian life back home in California. I’ve made it clear I want to have as much time with him as possible before he leaves, sexually and non sexually. He’s coming with us to Spectrum Music & Arts Festival this year; his first festival, in Willow, Alaska, the last 3 days he’s here. What a fitting send off am I right? Let’s get fucked up in the woods with some dirty hippy raver folk and listen to that untz untz untz, baby. He sent me a snap earlier, while on 24 hour duty, about burying his face wherever I wanted and even apologized he couldn’t come relieve my aching lady parts when I desperately wanted several orgasms. Well, now’s your time to shine! He shows up, we all exchange various insults and compliments, and make a plan to get inebriated at home.

Back at the gay apartment, I persuade the mexi-nugget to do shirtless pull-ups on Sweet Pea’s set up. Oh lawd, that back and shoulder thing he’s got going on is intense. Catch me Mr. Beauregard, I have the vapors! I may or may not have been dramatically fanning myself, with my jaw planted firmly on the floor. He’s beautiful to watch. I’m going to share videos on my snap chat later, so you can enjoy all that with me. You’re welcome. I get that deep, aching want for him immediately… and the levees broke so I was swimming in excitement. Once things back at the Church of Kylie Minogue died down, around 1 or 2am, Rufio says he’s heading back to post. Uh, no? You’re coming home with me, sir. (I feel like I shouldn’t call him sir, he probably gets enough of that at work… I like how I conveniently forgot he was an NCO. Hooray, memory loss! I am the worst tag chaser in history.) He takes me to my car and follows me back to my house to fool around. Given the circumstances of our night, an erection was out of the question… but I told him that’s fine, I wanted to cum in his mouth more than anything. He gives great face. Also, I kind of really wanted to make-out and run my fingers through his thick, black, greased-up Chicano hair. One of the things I miss the most is thick, luscious hair on a man. I like to pull their head back by gripping the hair down to the scalp, while straddling and kissing. I’m not super dominant in bed, but I like to get aggressive. Thats one of my moves, and it generally produces an erection at break-neck speeds. Anyway, I’m racing home blasting Savage Garden, wet with anticipation, to meet my very favorite Beaner for a well deserved oral extravaganza. He pulls up while I’m putting my phone to bed (I tuck it in and whisper nice things to it. It knows all my secrets and doesn’t judge my internet search history… I am on so many watch lists….)

We embrace and I’m feeling weak, hold me you big strong man! Rawr! Shower time. This is standard procedure for us regardless of sexual activity. I’ve turned him on to the awesomeness that is group showers, usually with my ever-expanding universe of gay males. If you haven’t packed 3-5 people into a standard shower like slippery sardines and gotten soapy and giggly together, you haven’t fucking lived. Ya prude. Also fun while sober, but most fun when not. I dunno how you wash the sin off, but I prefer to be sammiched between two gay dudes and under flowing water so hot I turn pink like a walrus. I’m sure I peed on his feet; there’s two types of people in this world: people who pee in the shower, and fucking LIARS. He rubs my shoulders and neck a little bit, it’s quite painful. Yeah, I carry all my stress and anxiety right there and I don’t like massages. Earlier in the night we had some silly banter back and forth after a 20 year old infantryman on Tinder attempted to invite himself over to see me on the premise of a massage. Nigga, you ain’t gonna massage shit and even if you did it would be terrible since you have no idea what you’re doing. How about you just accept that tonight’s not your night with me and we go back to being more forward with our intentions? I’m DTF kiddo, not down to cuddle, not down to get massaged, not down for pretense. There’s been some discourse lately about my system for screening potential lovers, in that it seems like the cards are stacked against them from the very beginning and how does anybody get through to fuck me when I’m such a bitch? Here’s the secret, usually it’s a combo of being funny, attractive, confident/ forward, and talking to me like I’m a human being. Weird, right? It’s almost like I’m people too!

I keep getting sidetracked because the Xanax I now require to work effectively has kicked in. Hooray, benzos! It’s prescribed by a legit looking fellow behind the dumpster at Ghetto Carrs. He said I looked tense… anyway, after we shower up we wrap up in towels and hop onto my bed. My hair is wrapped up in a t-shirt and I’m looking sexy as fuck… if you’re into pasty fat girls with shitty skin, and braces. Whatever, my dad says I’m sexy. So Rufio and I snuggle up and start kissing. Ugh, take me now. The hand comes up and touches my throat, I know what’s coming and my heart skips a beat. Gentle and firm, he gives me a little choke. Stick a fork in me, I’m done; I need to cum RIGHT MEOW GOD DAMN IT. He pulls my towel apart and reaches between my thighs. Oh, oh yes. Mechanic hands are where its at; turn wrenches all day so you can turn my crank at night. I have mentioned to Rufio he needs to help me screen, interview, and train his replacement when he leaves Alaska. He scoffed at the idea he could ever really be replaced. He’s right, he can’t. But our FWB situation is kid tested, mother approved, and I’m not ready to go without. While I’m writhing on his hand he’s still kissing me. He moves down to suck on my nipple rings and I’m playing with his hair; pushing my legs apart and up he dives face first into my naughty bits to which I came damn near instantly. He gets one or two more off, and gets on top of me to kiss me. He tells me he likes the way I taste. I like the way I taste too, and I love kissing after cumming in a man’s mouth. He pushes me over to lick my asshole. Rim jobs will always bring me out of a funk, in case anybody was wondering what to get me on Mondays or after rehab. Also accepting loose menthol cigarettes, and expired Valtrex.

I reach back and pull his face in deeper as I push back on his tongue. He vocalizes approval of my enjoyment. After circling the backdoor he pulls himself on top of me and presses himself against my backside; he wants to fuck, but the dick don’t cooperate after we go skiing together. Ain’t that a bitch, fellas? No worries, he can still enjoy some head. I position him on his back and go down on him, my wet curly hair flipped to the side. He messes with it a little bit, but usually his hands find their way to his nipples which are very sensitive to simulation. He’s moaning the way I like. He’s talking the way I like. He’s writhing the way I like. I can only get him half hard but I can make him enjoy it thoroughly. He pulls me up and we kiss some more. He apologizes for his lack of stiffness, and tells me he wants to please me however I want. Clearly I want to sit on your face, Mr. Man. He chuckles. Look, I can’t help that we BOTH refer to his face as my throne at this point. I saddle up and he strokes himself while bringing me to climax twice. I want to go down on him some more, it feels good for him and I like to please in return. Plus… he may get off? Maybe? So back to blowing, he indicates he wants me to play with his ass. You got it. I used spit at first, and just my finger, to put pressure on his button while I was taking him in my mouth. I decide its time we try a toy, unlike the prostate massager I own; I have a vibrating egg that’s very small, I myself often use it for internal anal stimulation while masturbating. I lube him up thoroughly and turn it on, resting it on his asshole to help relax him a bit and allow me to gently work it in. This position isn’t working for us, I tell him to get on his hands and knees, he complies. It took at least 20-30 minutes to work it in while we traded off stroking him. He’s arching his back and moaning. As I increase pressure he pushes back on it; eventually it slips in and I turn the vibration up. Turning him back over onto his back, I go back to blowing him. He’s absolutely loving it.

A bit of assistance and he starts getting harder, he whispers he wants to fuck me. Normally this is where I grab a condom, I even bought condoms specifically for his size to fit better and we burned through my entire stash. He is as insistent with using them as I am usually. (I don’t always use protection, but I get tested after each partner I don’t use protection with which I like to say is the “safest, smartest way to be a fucking idiot.”) I know my status at this point, and I know he uses them religiously. Also, I’m on implanted birth control. I crawl on top of him and we kiss while he inserts himself inside me, not all the way hard so it’s a tricky operation. Fuck he feels good. Foreskin has become such a treat to experience. I like the way it moves with you. Honestly, un-cut cock feels better than circumcised. Sex is short but sweet, he can barely contain himself with the vibration on his prostate inside him and bareback inside a woman for the first time in years. He tells me he’s going to cum, I grind back on him and allow him to cum inside me. I felt my eyes roll back a little feeling his cock pulse and pump while he was vocalizing his orgasm. Once the initial shock wore off he had a panic moment about cumming inside me, and I assured him I have Planned Parenthood on speed dial if anything goes wrong with my birth control, and all my brown children are in the compost heap in the back. Look, my uterus is haunted. I’ve been scraped more times than a fisherman’s knuckle. KIDDING, but I assured him I won’t be having any babies now or in the future.

We get cleaned up and cuddle, he’s crashing with me for the night. I’m glad he’s more comfortable with sleeping next to people now. We both have to be to work at the same time in the morning, and I think it’s actually debatable which one of us does less at this point. He helps wake me up in the morning when my alarm goes off and I sleep through it, and we lay in bed talking for a couple hours. He has to turn all his stuff in as part of the process of leaving the military, I ask if that means the uniform too. Nope! But he wants to burn it… I make the suggestion he let me tear it off him, violently, and he can dispose of it however he wants. I just want him in it one time before it’s gone forever. He says maybe he’ll bring it to the festival in July as a costume… it’s not stolen valor when it’s yours. I love this idea. I also love the idea of getting festival goers to sign it and tag messages on it as this will be his goodbye party before leaving us and the Army for good. It’s on. I ended up not going in to work and instead went to my doc for Xanax so I can have a better handle on myself at work under all the pressure. Drinking is fun and all, especially at work, but prescription pills have considerably less calories hahahaha. Use only as directed, kids.

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