A Virgin’s Initiation into Barebacking”
I was the embodiment of innocence. A naive young man, untainted by erotica and experience, I had never known the pleasure and power of bareback sex. The concept of taking a man deep inside of me, skin on skin, and all the incredible sensations that come with that, was completely alien to me. But then a chance encounter changed everything. I was initiated into the seductive and scandalous world of barebacking, and my now my body is alive to the pleasure and joy that comes with this experience. It was a raw, intense and deeply sensuous journey and I never looked back.
Table of Contents
- 1. The Desolate – The Fear of the Unknown
- 2. ‘A Virile Ritual’ – Submissive to Intimacy
- 3. Savage in Submission – The Anxiety of Pleasure
- 4. Rapt in Release – A New Found Exaltation
- In Conclusion
1. The Desolate – The Fear of the Unknown
The heat of my chest was second to the thundering of my heart. It felt like a heavy thunder that rained endlessly in a hollow drum. His eyes were like walls of solid steel wrapped in an emotional embrace. I couldn’t stop my trembling fears, though I tried to stand my ground. He grabbed me in a tight embrace and brought me closer to whisper “This is your moment of initiation.”
The fear of the unknown was about to be revealed in a wave of freeing feeling that had been long suppressed. I let go of my cloths and for the first time felt a new sense of belonging. His warm body pressed onto mine and his warm breath caressed my neck. I felt a wild rush of adrenaline run through me that I never felt before when I felt him hard against me. I was on the edge of an ultimate pleasure and I was ready to experience something more daring than I ever had before. Almost immediately I felt the glorious feeling of his naked flesh pressed firmly against mine.
2. ‘A Virile Ritual’ – Submissive to Intimacy
My heart raced as I pulled my belt and zipper down with trembling hands. I stepped out of my jeans and folded them before standing up to face him nervously and await his instructions. His gaze roamed hungrily over my body, and in spite of my anxiety, I couldn’t help but be aroused by the intensity of his stare.
He took me by the waist and pushed me onto the bed, then removed his shirt before climbing over me. His hot, hard skin felt like a furnace, and I surrendered to him automatically as he brushed his chest against mine. The sensation was unbearable, and I moaned into his neck as he straddled my hips and took my hands in his strong grip.
The taste of his lips as I moved to kiss him was like ambrosia, and I eagerly explored the deliciously warm recesses of his mouth with my tongue. His potent desire washed over me and I felt my hunger swell, then I moaned again as he pulled back from the kiss and roughly grabbed my hips to position me beneath him.
He slowly lowered himself onto me and I cried out in pleasure as the glorious sensation overwhelmed me. I felt myself sink deeper into the mattress as I took his hard cock in my tight passage, and I released a barely audible gasp as he thrust powerfully into me.
The warm intensity of his thrusts built in my body like a wave, and eventually I found myself trembling and calling out his name in ecstasy. He reached his climax shortly after me, and then he collapsed on top of me tenderly before eventually slipping off and kissing me gently on the forehead.
That night I would experience my first taste of true intimacy, and I would never be the same.
3. Savage in Submission – The Anxiety of Pleasure
The Fear of Exploration:
We were on the bed. Me on top of him. His heartbeat was audible, matching the tempo of my own, racing. His breaths were quickened, heavy with both a fear and excitement I can only barely comprehend. I was so nervous, I could barely move. More than physical limitations, I was locked by the invisible barrier between us. His twitching hands gripping me ever more tightly, like the hand of an apprentice clinging onto an adept’s shoulder.
We kept looking into each other’s eyes, his with the usual anxiety of a young man being pulled into the unknown. I felt a rush of a primal emotions, were they mine or his? I could barely perceive what feelings were at the surface of our tightly breathed atmosphere. It was then that his hands guided me into movement, his hips pushing upwards towards me. He knew it was time, and so did I.
The Union of Skin:
We fused together, my fear beginning to melt away as I embraced the moment. His perfection, molded and smoothed to me immaculately, as if choreographed by the most adroit of hands. His delicate frame twisted to accept me as I braced against the tremble in my arms.
It was a celebration of our souls meeting, but a stern recruitment of our flesh locking and rolling in glorious waves of induction. I felt a sharpness as he allowed me to break the seal of his virginity. With every thrust he surrendered himself more. With my every move I felt like an instrument of pleasure, and it filled me up with a joy that shook both of our bodies with every pulse.
We moved frenetically, pushing to our limits, the bed shaking with our frantic motions. As I felt his control slipping away I pushed ever harder, and this was when I realized, this wasn’t about pleasure, but about pain. And it was in this moment that I knew, that we both had finally completed the journey to the ultimate submission.
4. Rapt in Release – A New Found Exaltation
The night roared on with an ever growing energy. Bodies slick with sweat and ardor, leaps and bounds that oozed passion and pleasure marked our movements. I could feel his hands on my back and waist, pulsing me forward, calling against me, teasing and tantalizing me. He wore nothing save for my thoughts, and I, his. We came together in a sensuous embrace of the skin, he lay me back on the bed, his eyes spoke of the rapturous waves that surged in us both. It was a new found exaltation, a boon of incomparable intensity.
The waves of pleasure crescendoed as his hands moved along my body in a slow and intimate exploration. I could feel myself quivering with intensity, responding to each ever so tender or demanding touch. The newness of it all struck me most of all, my innocence giving way to a new pleasure that I had never before known. With pushing and prodding, I allowed myself to go beyond my limits as he took me deep, greater and further into unexplored intimacy. I quivered with delight at every plunge, the thrusts of his hips, the yells of pleasure, until finally I felt a flood of rapturous feelings, my body giving in to the power of release.
In Conclusion
As I lay there spent and wide-eyed, my insides flooded with a sweet, sensual warmth; a visceral reminder and reminder of a night I will never forget. For in that one, holy, and incredibly passionate evening, I had been initiated into the wild world of barebacking. And as I drifted off to sleep, my heart filled with bliss, I knew this would be only the beginning of an amazing journey of exploration, discovery, and intimacy.
And I closed my eyes and embraced the feeling of being welcomed into a fraternity of hot and hungry men- filled with joy, desire, and the uninhibited pleasure of being alive.
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