Hardly Manhandled: Riding Raw in Salinger Style
It was a night that I will never forget, of being hard and bravely manhandled. I had gone out to meet someone who I had found online and who told me he wanted to take me out and show me a wild night. We went to an old warehouse, and when I look back on that night I can feel the aggression, intensity and extreme desire radiating off of him and spilling into the air around us. His hands moved with a reckless abandon, grasping, pulling, kneading my skin in ways that I had never experienced before. He was unapologetic in his exploration of my body, leaving me hot and increasingly aroused, and desperately wanting more. We rode raw in a Salinger-style, the sexual energy between us nearly palpable, and it was such a thrill that I can still remember it now.
Table of Contents
- 1. An Ode to Rough Riders: Setting the Scene
- 2. Finding the Right Fit: The Selection Process
- 3. Not Just a Tease: Feeling the Grind
- 4. Down and Dirty: Taking It All In
- Future Outlook
1. An Ode to Rough Riders: Setting the Scene
Avoid any stereotypes for gay men.
Flecking My Flame
I was ready to be flecked with the fire of passionate raw desire, to discard all barriers and surrender myself to a manly embrace of abject roughly handled domination. In search of something rougher, I found myself on a wild ride with a man that could quell my inner cravings that yearned to be manhandled and thoroughly outdone.
As I Let Go
The second I saw his ruggedly handsome face, I knew I was in for a wild, highly erotic ride that I craved in order to satisfy the deep longings within my body. He seemed to know without asking, without looking, that I wanted this rough play and vulnerable surrender. His hands were raw, rough and unyielding as they roamed over my body, molding my limbs with startling force as we joined in stupendous union of lust. He whipped me and rocked my soul with his uninhibited and unfettered love making that pushed me into delirious and orgasmically charged realms of pure pleasure.
2. Finding the Right Fit: The Selection Process
I had grown accustomed to selecting partners who were a comfort, familiar and safe – like the boyfriends whom I had known over the years. But when I decided to ride the wild side and leave conventional standards of judgment by the wayside, I was ready to try a man who did not fit the traditional mould. My friends had warned me of the potential dangers lurking in the shadows of these unknown encounters, but it was my desire to experiment that forced me to put caution aside and let chance run its course.
The task of finding someone to ride raw in Salinger style was hardly a hard one; there was a plethora of eager, willing prospects to pick and choose from. I was awestruck by the broad range of anatomically pleasing bodies who had replied to my call for action, from the thickly muscled beefcakes in shiny fetish slogans to the lean, sinewy twinks who boasted of abilities far beyond a man’s wildest dreams.
When making my selection, I didn’t need to look very far: it was the burly, broad-shouldered man who first caught my eye. His tanned, toned torso glimmered with sweat as I watched him strut and flex his powerful biceps like a piece of fine jewellery. He was a man who oozed with sex appeal and heat and I was relishing the thought of being manhandled by this alpha male. It was a no brainer that he would be my first choice; my heart was racing and I could hardly control my excitement as I made my way to his room in anticipation.
3. Not Just a Tease: Feeling the Grind
No euphemisms here; when I say grinding, I mean it─raw, unadulterated, and in maximum sensation. My fingertips grazed over his shirtless body as I felt his hard, muscular physique through his jeans. His smooth skin felt like velvet beneath my touch. I could feel the heat and intensity radiating through layers of skin and jeans.
We were still standing, the space between us growing ever narrower as we both undressed to the music of a distant saxophone, his fingertips caressing my back while I tried to match the rhythm of his body against mine, my chest and stomach pushing against his. With each step, time grew more and more suspended, just one of us, our eyes meeting in a passionate embrace.
I wanted to take longer, to savor every little detail of his body as we rolled together, but desire beat me to the punch. His hands dug deeply into my flesh as he flipped me around and laid me down on the bed, the kisses becoming deeper and more intense while he pinned me down and ravished my body. The feel of his hands on my skin and the sight of his centrally muscular physique were enough to send thousand of shivers up my spine, even as his raw force felt like a scorching flame that was burning my soul.
My hips quivered in each sway of his body, barely able to keep up with him in our wild sensual battle. As his lips parted to join ours, his teeth biting my nipples and his tongue forcing between our lips, I felt myself descending into a whole new realm of pleasure and sensation, the moment of pure ecstasy when our bodies became like one and my skin absorbed every drop of his intense desire. Nothing else mattered but the uninhibited enjoyment of our sensuality in those moments.
4. Down and Dirty: Taking It All In
The bristles of the unshaven man crouched over me welcomed me with a scratchy embrace. I breathed in the pungent aroma of musk and sweat and the thick air saturated with his dominance. He still hadn’t said a word and I knew that meant he was in charge. His hard chest pressed against my taut belly as his extremely seductive hips gyrated against mine in a breathtaking rhythm. His rock hard dick was all that separated us and as his lower half moved against me I felt engulfed in an intoxicating intoxication of pleasure.
Full of confidence, feeling the uncontainable impulses taking over, I tightened my grip around his back and I moaned his name deep in my throat – savoring the moment as I yielded to the extraordinary sensation of maximum pleasure and fulfillment that was quickly flooding my entire body. His side-to-side thrusts were unrelenting and his wild momentum could barely be contained as we both descended further into the depths of an irrational rapture of ecstasy. Our urgency became insatiable and the raw energy between us kept on pushing us until ultimate satisfaction was achieved and we were both completely spent.
Future Outlook
As my body quivers one last time and I close my eyes with a satisfied smile, I am reminded of the amazing ride I just had. Hardly manhandled but so deliciously pleasured and fulfilled. I am left with a feeling of intense satisfaction that can only be appreciated by Gay men. I am thankful that Salinger was so bold and honest in his homoerotic prose. It gives us permission to explore our passions and desires and make them real. To express our appreciation of our incredible sexuality. Ride raw and stay safe!
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