One Night In Seattle

Author : Donny Haynes md11@hotmail.com

Hey Mr.

About two winters ago I went out looking for an experience; an experience with another man. I went to a bar, a gay bar in Seattle. I was really not there long and ran across a man that was probably in his late thirties early forties, young nice looking, nice body, stern straight business type. We locked eyes immediately, quit an energy shared between us I might add. Something told me he was going to be a part of my evening right away. Nothing more was said than maybe a hey, how are ya and we new something was going to happen. I spoke up and said I want you to take me home and whip my ass with your belt. His eyes intensified and looked deeply into mine. He paused a moment……. Let’s go he replied in his deep voice with a stern serious stare.

I have a keen intuitive sense about me, never did I feel a reason to fear or be cautious of this man. After arriving back to my home we entered a dimly lit room and took our coats off and silence filled the room until he began to unlatch the wide black leather belt from around his lean waist. He ordered, I want you to get that chair and bring it over here. As the sound of his belt slipping through the loops in his jeans filled the silent room I walked over and grabbed the chair I was about to be bent over. As I turned back with the chair in my grip I looked into his stern face and than looked down to the carpet in front of his feet; silent intensity filled the room. I set the chair down and looked back into his eyes only for a quick moment and returned my eyes back to the floor in front of my feet.

Drop your pants and grab the seat of that chair he ordered in his low stern voice. NOW!….. I dropped my pants and assumed the position. I felt his body lean against my thigh and than his large hand pass over the skin of my ass I had bared for my punishment. You were in a fag bar tonight looking for sex with a guy, weren’t you? No sir I replied. I felt him step away and raise his arm and down came the first of ten good cracks with his belt against my bare ass. The pain was sharp and burnt my skin. Than came the next and than the next………. Ooooooh… "WHACK"…. "WHACK"…… Silence………… He stepped around and with his crouch in my face; he said this is why you are being whipped tonight. Men do not go out looking for sex with other men. Yes sir, I muttered. He stepped back to my side and down came another ten cracks against the skin of my ass with his belt. He reached down and gently rubbed my burning flesh with his big hand for a few moments as if to comfort me. You might as well kick off those pants and socks son, your not going to need them for a while he ordered. I did as I was told. Ok bend back over that chair I’m not done with this belt yet bud. I stepped back into position and down came about ten more good cracks. At this point I’m not sure why the hell I created this situation cause this was painful; I do remember that this mans stern serious authority was erotic as hell. He stepped back around with his fly in my face and began to rub the back of my head. The words he spoke I do not remember. My mind was not only on my burning skin but also on the bulge I seen in his pants starring me dead center in the face. The trance I was momentarily in was broken when he stepped back and slipped off the T-shirt he was wearing. This old boy had some good genetics; tuff! He then turned to the left and kicked off the boots he was wearing. Paused for a moment than slipped his worn socks off.

The room was still quite as I remained bent over for my punishment. My body was nervous yet thrilled by his stern authoritive presence. He seemed to take his time but soon returned to my side for another session with his belt. Oh fuck my ass was on fire! Again he walked around and stood in front of my face. At this point the light stench of his feet was filling my senses and my cock was growing harder than ever. So ya getting board with pussy or don’t ya like it no more he barked. WELL? No sir, no I love pussy I said. Than what the hell are ya out in a fag bar lookin for? I had no answer for the man, I really, had no answer.

He walked back to my side and I was preparing for another round with the belt than I felt his hand rub across my ass again. He than returned to my face again and before I could grasp his next intent he ripped open the fly of his jeans and out dropped his fleshy thick cock and a big lose sack of balls and hair. This is what you were out lookin for, he barked as he grabbed me from the back of the head and pushed my face into his big thick cock. No Sir! No, you got the wrong idea about me. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face and his cock together again. My God I thought my hard cock was going to pop out of it’s skin. Not only was the stench of his feet now filling the room around me, the sent of his masculine sweaty crotch took my senses over. Now if you don’t want me to use a clothes hanger on that soar little ass of yours, you shut the hell up and suck my cock until I think your ass is ready for another round with my belt. PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH……NOW !

Startled by his bark, I tore into it like a hungry dog. All of my senses wear going crazy. The smell of his feet, his crotch, and now the taste of his dripping hard cock in my mouth. He ordered me to my knees and I sucked like a motherfucker. His hand gently rubbing the back of my head as I worked away. This man had a big long thick cock I’m tellin ya. I pulled back as to rest my jaws. If this big dick of mine is making your jaws tired than get to eaten boy. By the time he had the word eaten out of his mouth he had his jeans dropped and his ass in my face. He grabbed the back of my head and encouraged me to dig right in with my tongue. NOW! After a few moments of ass eaten he turned to fill my mouth again with his big thick cock dripping in jiz. Now that’s what your getting your ass whipped for tonight. He pulled his big prick out of my mouth and ordered me to stand up and bare my ass once again. Down came another ten burning slow cracks with his belt. Again he ordered me to my knees to lap up the wet jiz dripping from his rock hard bone. The man loved to get his ass eaten good I’m tellin ya. My face went into that sweaty crack again for a long manly ass eaten. Once again I had his big head plunging down my throat until I could feel the head of his cock growing bigger and bigger, than POW, my whole mouth was flooded full of his warm creamy load. Christ, every time I swallowed my mouth was full of his tangy tasting cream again. He didn’t take his hand off the back of my head until I had sucked him dry.

My right hand was around my own cock stroking it vigorously to the magic that had just unloaded down my throat when I herd him spit than felt a finger slide right up my ass. Shit he started fingering fuckin my ass like it was some bitches cunt. God I cant tell you how good his long fingers felt up my ass right then. It wasn’t long until I chucked my fucken load all down my leg and all over his bare foot. All right boy, you ain’t done until you lick that mess up you made all over my damn foot. The belt came crashing down over my ass again as he barked "LICK IT UP BOY". The rich scent of his feet and the taste of my own cum was pretty fucken erotic.

We both lay in the floor amassed at what fantasy we had just brought to light. By morning I woke up cradled warmly in his arms; " WHAT…. a fucking experience"!

Donny Haynes: md11@hotmail.com