Story - Tommy’s Big Number

Tommy’s Big Number

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Tommy looked down at the card in his hand, and then up at the metal plate over the door. It was the right address, but it was way too posh looking. The red bricks were old, but you’d never know it, and the door had one of those old fashioned knockers on it. A nice brass thing that looked like a lion’s head. It gleamed in the fading light of the day, as if it had just been polished.

Still, it was the right address and wiping his hands on his pants first, he reached out and let the lion’s head bang. He stepped back, not sure why, as he felt a little nervous. It wasn’t like his first outing, just that most of his visits weren’t to place that looked this rich, and exclusive. The heavy oak door opened silently, no creaks and a strange looking man, all white haired and ancient, stood before him.

Surely this couldn’t be the man he was supposed to meet. On the phone he had described himself as mid fortyish, running to the heavy side, though he quickly indicated not fat or obese. This guy had to be in his eighties, or at least he sure looked like it. He even sounded ancient, asking him what he wished, as if he was some trades person.

Tommy told him he was to meet a Mister Clyburne, and the ancient one then asked who was calling. Took him a few to figure that one out, but gave the man his name, who stepped aside, allowing him to enter. He stepped in, and was admonished to wait there. For a second he felt like he was in some Victorian movie, as he glanced around the dimly lit hallway.

The hallway was paneled in some rich wood finish, with strange pictures all along the one side. A huge mirror broke up the string of paintings on the other side. Each photograph had a small brass light underneath it, casting a tiny glow upwards onto the picture itself. Didn’t do much for lighting the place, he thought as he stared at some rather odd looking men.

It was like being in a bloody museum, full of strange pictures. He noticed that under each one was a small ornate plaque. They all seemed engraved with names, with dates underneath. It was quiet, and he felt like he should just turn and leave, but the offer made was holding him there. Not every day you got a bloke to shell out a few hundred, for a quick tickle. Still, he might not go through with it, depending on what this Clyburn fella expected for his few hundred.

He thought he was pretty liberal, and there were things that some might not do, that he would. Then too, there were a fair amount he wouldn’t do. He had his principles, as he stared at the large chairs on either side of a dark table. There was a vase with fresh flowers in the centre, and some papers to one side of it. It all looked expensive, specially the vase.

He ached for a fag, but held back. After all there weren’t any ash trays visible, and looking at the long carpet, he doubted he’d want to drop an ash on that. It had woven emblems running all along the length, that made him think of some country estate. At the far end was a long winding staircase, which is where the Ancient one had headed.

Time was dragging on, as he fidgeted waiting. He wasn’t tall for his age, nor was he what you would call well featured. His face was thin, with a matching nose and pair of lips. His hair was cut short, nearly a buzz cut, and his one indulgent had been the sideburns. Neatly trimmed but running down his cheeks, to end just below his ear lobe. Sort of how he liked to describe himself. Thin, but well proportioned. His eyes were dark and the thin eyebrows that covered his brow were also trimmed to a precise width and length. He was meticulous in that, and his appearance. From the thin blue t-shirt, to the hip hugging jeans, he made total use of the material at hand.

Some might not care how they looked when meeting a client, but Tommy did. He had always been that way, even as a child. His toy soldiers were always kept in a neat line, his stuffed animals were always in order of size. His clothes were the same, neatly folded as they should be, with each item having its own place. No tossing or mixing of items in drawers or closet spaces. Shirts were next to shirts, pants to pants, and so on.

The cough startled him from his daydream, and he turned to find the ancient one had returned. He indicated Tommy was to follow him into one of the side rooms, to await Mr Clyburn. His voice had a strange willowy lilt to it, very soft and very reserved. Still, it had a strange commanding tone that made Tommy a bit nervous. He really was feeling out of his element as he stepped into the adjoining room, and stared at the various treasures on display.

The sound of the doors closing made him turn around, to find that he was suddenly left all alone in the room. It was well laid out, but there was no natural light. The room had a soft glow to it, and felt dark as well. Yet as he looked around, he noticed the small couch, covered in a bright red embroidered fabric. It simply oozed wealth as he stared at the strange depiction captured in the fabric. It looked like, well like to giant penises.

‘Like my taste in settees do you Mr Haine?’

He quickly turned around, to stare at a much younger man than the one who had shown him in. He was tall, about six foot and a bit, and was a bit plump. Not fat, but there was no hiding the belly he had. Still, his face seemed pleasant enough and his voice didn’t sound snooty either.

‘Yes, uh it is different’

‘That it is, I am Jeremy Clyburn, by the way’

‘Uh, yes, uh Tommy Haine.’

‘I know, so, shall we discuss the business first? We can get that out of the way and get on with the show.’

‘The show?’

‘Yes, my way of referring to our uh, liaison.’

‘Well as I said on the phone, it all depends on what you prefer.’

‘Yes, so you said. Well I am not expecting a lot, however I do prefer my young performers to wear appropriate garb, and act accordingly.’

‘Which is?’

Clyburn looked at Tommy, his chin resting on his finger as he stared at his figure. He signalled for him to turn around, as he checked his backside out, even reaching out to see just how firm his buttocks was. It was a bit of a start, and he felt like he was somehow on display.

‘You are uncut, I believe your ad claimed.’

‘Yeah.’

‘Good, I think the white outfit will work.’

He walked over to the desk, opening a drawer until he found something, and took it out. He handed it over to Tommy who studied the tangled material, realizing it was a pair of long nylons, along with a sort of top with clips. He realized it was a garter belt, made from fine white linen, as he looked up at Mr Clyburn.

‘You want me to wear this?’

‘Of course, that is why I gave it to you.’

‘And?’

The man reached into another drawer, drawing out a very large dildo . It was green, and seemed quite long, not too thick though. He handed it over to Tommy. The touch of his hand was cold, that gave him a bit of a shiver as he took the dildo .

‘I expect you to use it, on yourself naturally. I shall watch, while you perform, from dressing, to when you shall naturally end the performance with your ejaculation . That shall be in place at that time, and afterwards I shall either reward you with a round of justified applause, or I shall administer a sign of my displeasure with a deserved spanking, with that, still in place.’

‘That’s rather long’

‘Other’s have found ways to insure it is well placed, you should have no problems either.’

‘I assume the spanking is with your hand?’

‘Of course. I don’t believe in abusive punishment’

He had heard that before, but as he stared at Mr Clyburn, he felt like he could trust him. The guy had a face that seemed okay, but his eyes were like an open book. They looked right, plus it was obvious that he had the one key to insure his safety. He knew the address, and no one living in a posh place like this would want any publicity.

‘Okay, fair enough, as I said, cash up front, so the rates are as I said, so what’s it to be, 30 minutes or an hour?’

Clyburn studied him, was the way he would call it. His eyes narrowed as he took Tommy’s smallish frame into view, the way he stared at his buttocks more than his crotch. Tommy knew he wouldn’t be gaining any applause, judging by the gleam in the man’s eyes as he had looked his butt over.

‘An hour will do fine.’

He reached into his pocket and withdrew several crisp bills, which he placed on the table next to the red settee. It was exactly what he had stipulated on the phone.

Do you require any visual props to insure a proper performance?’

‘Props? Oh you mean play a video? Nah, I don’t need that to have it up.’

The man’s smile was a surprise. It also made his face look nicer, less puffy and fat actually. For some reason it was infectious, as he smiled back. Tommy didn’t think about it, but he noticed how the man’s hand moved to his groin, simply from his smile.

‘Excellent, I shall take my seat, then you may begin.’

Clyburn moved over to the large red leather chair and positioned it a little. Very fussy he was, until he was fully satisfied. Sitting down into the chair, he reached over to the small table next to it, and poured himself a drink from what looked like a very fancy crystal decanter.

Sipping at the glass, he told Tommy he could begin.

Tommy wasn’t exactly certain how to begin, but he slowly stretched his arms up, noticing how closely Mr Clyburn was watching him. With his arms up stretched, his shirt rose up a little, showing his belly. It wasn’t bleached white, but had a sandy tone to it. Noticing how the eyes seemed to widen, he moved around, showing him his back, the shirt still riding up on his frame. He lowered his arms, while his back was to Clyburn, He let his arms reach around back, to grip at the shirt, then he slowly moved it upwards, gradually letting his bare back become visible to the man.

Pulling the shirt off, he held it up to his chest as he turned back around. He let it slide down his body, regulating its motion, until it was at his waist, then he simply dropped it to the floor. There was no mistaking the way Clyburn was watching him, his eyes followed the shirt right to the floor.

Again, he opted to turn around, and leaned forward a little, pushing his buttocks outwards toward Clyburn. He kicked off his shoes, then leaned forward even more, to slowly remove his socks. One at a time, insuring his butt was clearly visible. He was beginning to get into the mood, which was strange.

With his socks off, he reached towards the settee, grabbing the wide garter belt. He let it flow across his back, before he lay across one of his bare shoulders. Then he stood upright, unbuckling his belt. He decided to really do it right, and instead of going straight to his button and zipper, he pulled the belt through the loops, making sure it was done slowly. He could feel the eyes glued to his back, watching. Tommy felt a bit flushed as he opted for a bit of improve.

He turned quietly around, and looked at Clyburn with his head cocked to one side, in a sort of coy look. He smiled at him, then let his smile grow larger as he walked over to the man. His stared down at him, seeing the look on the man’s face. Taking the belt, he laid it across the man’s lap, then turned and sort of shuffled over to what had become centre stage.

Once more, he lifted his head up, tossing it as he spread his legs a little, then played with the garter belt. He twirled around his neck, and then around his middle, then once more placed it over his shoulder. Then he reached down and made a big issue of undoing his pants. He turned his head, to peer at Clyburn over his shoulder. Tommy fluttered his eyes at the man, who was blinking hard as he watched. The belt was clenched tightly in his hand, Tommy hoping he hadn’t made a mistake on that.

He pushed the thought aside, as he turned his head back to stare ahead, at the wall and then down at the settee. He made it noticeable, as he unzipped the pants. Slowly he pushed his pants open, even though Clyburn couldn’t see, which is when he noticed the shine from the wall paneling. It was so well polished his figure was clearly visible.

Tommy was impressed by the layout, as he reached up to begin to push down the pants. Now he noticed he could just see Clyburn’s reflection as well, wondering why he hadn’t noticed before. Then it dawned on him, that the lighting had somehow changed in the room. The lights on the side facing him had dimmed, and the one’s behind had risen in brightness. Clever he thought, as he wiggled his butt a little, then pushed the pants down, gradually raising his buttocks up.

Finally the pants were at his ankles, and he stepped out of them, to then stand upright again. This time he turned to his side, so he could look at Clyburn, as he ran his hand over his chest, then slowly pinched one of his nipples. His face kept watching Clyburn’s, waiting for him to move, or something. Tommy could see the eyes glistening, see beads of sweat forming on the man’s forehead, as he ran his hand down his thigh, then bending over, all the way down his leg. Moving slowly, he began to reverse his direction until he was upright, while his hand was at his waist. He moved it over, to ran across his groin, the fingers spread slightly apart as they reached the semi hard lump, that was his cock.

The hand pushed at it, stirred it a little as he turned around, to let Clyburn watch him full on. He kept moving his hands, over his body, with the occasional caress of his growing cock. His face felt flushed as he saw how it was effecting Clyburn. He still was sipping at the drink, but his other hand was holding Tommy’s belt very tightly. The knuckles looked white from the strength he was exerting, as he moved to once more show Clyburn his back.

Then again he turned, as he gripped the edge of his shorts, slowly pushing them down, while he was turning around, doing a sort of pirouette. The underwear was pushing against his cock shaft, as he faced the man. He let him see a bit of the flesh, before continuing to turn around, where he began to bend himself over. Once more his buttocks was upraised, as he slid the underwear off.

He heard the man suck in his breath, as he lowered his underwear to his knees, then he leaned forward further, gradually pushing the underwear down to his ankles. He lifted each foot, to pull the underwear off. Tommy was totally naked, but he didn’t turn around to show it off. Instead he began to play with the white garter belt, moving it under and around his legs. His buttocks was still all Clyburn could clearly see, as he moved the belt underneath, between his legs, and then again he bent forward, to lift one leg up and place it within the garter belt. He placed his other leg through, then made a slow gradually upwards motion, bringing the garter belt up his legs, then over his waist. He felt his cock stiffen a little as the soft lace moved across.

The belt was finally up, sitting above his belly as he lifted up one leg, and placed it up on the settee. He leaned forward, caressing his leg, then he let it go back down, repeating the same action with his other leg. Finally he reached for one of the nylons, and bunched it up, to make it easier to slip on.

Carefully he leaned down, and slid the foot portion on, then he stretched the leg out and up onto the settee. Slowly he drew the nylon up his leg, until it would go no further. Grasping at the loose ring in one hand, the clip on the belt with the other, his torso twisted to one side, he attached the two together. He adjusted the lace edge, as he took the second nylon.

Looking at the reflection, he could see that Clyburn had abandoned his drink, and was leaning forward, intent on catching all of Tommy’s moves. Smiling, he again fitted the nylon over his foot, then let it slowly go up his leg, where he latched it to the other side of the belt. Now, he glanced up at his own reflection, noticing how he looked. His cock was in the middle, free to move while the white lace added a sort of mystery to his appearance. It felt good too, which surprised him.

He let his hands move around, to grip his cheeks. They were firm one’s, that he had spent a lot of time keeping in that kind of shape. His hands were on both cheeks, rubbing them a little, then he slowly moved his fingers over, so he was actually reaching for the edge of them, between his crack. Tommy put his fingers inside, digging into his flesh, then he slowly pulled back on the fleshy cheeks. He heard the soft groan, knowing he had hit the right pose.

Letting his fingers relax, he felt his cheeks fall back, closing off the view of his tight pink hole. He stood upright again, as he slowly turned around, to let Clyburn feast on his cock. One hand moved down, to grip the shaft, near his pubic hairs, then as he stood facing Clyburn, he began to slowly push upwards, his cock in between three fingers. The skin moved up the shaft, covering his cock head. He felt his pre cum as he ignored it, using just the three fingers to now reverse direction. This time the foreskin was being pushed back, revealing his cock head, and the oozing pre cum.

Tommy did it two more times, before using his whole hand over the hard cock. It wasn’t overly large, but erect it was above average in size, both length and thickness. His hand moved up his shaft, up to his exposed cock head, which he wrapped the palm of his hand over. Slowly he let it circle over his head, then move down the shaft, moistened by his pre cum. He could see Clyburn notice, as the tell tale white was gone from the tip of his cock.

He moved over a bit, and still stroking his cock, he leaned over and bent down, feeling for the long green dildo that he had placed there. His finger found it, and he brought it upwards, to rest against his thigh. Tommy moved back into position, as he now lifted the dildo up and ran it along his chest, up to his face.

The dildo pressed up under his chin, then he moved it up and across his mouth, rubbing his thin lips. He let it slide up to his cheek, then he glanced down at it, kissing the plastic, then flicking his tongue out. He licked the dildo until the tip was by his lips. Opening his mouth, he placed the head of the dildo up to it, then gradually let it go inside of his mouth.

He lubricated the dildo as best as he could, with his own saliva, taking a large amount of the dildo into his mouth, down his throat even. It wasn’t all that thick, but it was long. His eyes held Clyburn’s in their gaze, as he brought the dildo out of his mouth, glistening from his saliva. Moving it down, he bent face forward, to place the dildo between his legs, and along the inside of his buttocks. He let it slide around, then brought it back up, placing it once more into his mouth, as he began to turn away, to show once more his backside.

When he was finally facing the wall, he reached out with one hand, to grab at his cheek, to pull it apart, while the other held the dildo in his mouth. Then as he felt his cheek spread open, he brought the dildo out and over, to let it push up between the cheeks. He slid it up until he felt it press against his hole.

Gradually he began to twist it around, feeling the head of the plastic dong gradually begin to penetrate his rectum. He grunted as his body protested from inside. The muscles were taut as he worked the head around, until he felt it was just right. Then in one hard push, he gripped the dildo between his fingers and pushed.

Crying out, he felt the hard plastic push past his muscles and enter his body. He kept pushing as he felt his buttock quiver, felt his insides protest, but he kept pushing until he felt his fingers near his own hole. He had it all inside, as he let go of his one cheek. He felt his body contract, holding the dildo in place as he shuffled towards the settee. He leaned one knee on it, then another, then leaned towards the back.

His hands reached around, pulling his cheeks apart, as the dildo slowly seemed to slide out on its own accord. As it slowly slid past, he let one hand reach back, and take hold of it, pushing it back inside. He repeated this several times, as his breathing grew a bit ragged. He could feel his cock bouncing against his thighs, as he kept pushing the dildo inside of his rectum. In and out it went, and then with it firmly inside, he let his body move to lay down on the setter. He turned, to lay on his back, but as he did, he lifted his legs up into the air. Reaching around again, he found the end, and once more pushed it inwards, hard enough to make him moan. His chest was heaving as he turned to stare over at Clyburn.

The man was breathing very hard, but now had Tommy’s belt up by his cheek. He was using it rub up against his face, as he just stared at Tommy. Tommy didn’t smile, he just licked his lips very slowly, while pushing the dildo in and out of his ass.

The settee wasn’t comfortable, but with the one hand he managed to keep the dildo moving in and out, while the other hand began to stroke his cock. It was done slowly at first, but gradually he began to quicken his pace. He tried to make it so that when the dildo was pressed as far inside as possible, the hand stroking his cock was up at the cock head. It didn’t always work, but he was adept at his job.

His hand grew faster, more like a blur, as he began to jerk his cock. As it went faster, the one pushing the dildo also began to move as fast. He felt each thrust of the dildo into his body. It kept wanting to burst through to his throat, as he felt his legs stiffen, felt his balls aching in a way that was both painful, and pleasurable.

Tommy felt his head rolling from side to side, as his cock began to throb, then ache. He could feel the blood rushing from his arms and legs, his toes curling up as his balls slung upwards. The harsh press of the dildo against his prostrate made him squirm, made him ache.

Closing his eyes, he continued with the motion, faster with each beat of his heart, each breath of his lungs. His head felt dizzy, as he held his eyes shut tight. He worked the dildo in and out faster, along his cock faster, as he felt the explosion beginning.

His pulse was racing, sweat had began to drip over his face, dripping down his cheeks, as he struggled for air. His panting, his shallow gasps echoed just over the thunderous sound of his beating heart. He felt the legs grow taut, felt his hand shove the dildo hard into his rectum, as his cock jerked back. The cum was suddenly spewing out from between his fingers. He cried out, as his whole body shook and shuddered.

The cum was flowing hard. Tommy felt the splatter across his inner thigh, felt it along the calf of his upraised leg. It fell across his hands, and as he slowly felt the last drop dribble out, he felt totally exhausted. His body continued to tremble as he gradually let his legs fall down, his cheeks clenching shut, holding the dildo inside.

Opening his eyes, he turned to stare at Clyburn. He was standing up, his eyes glazed over with the belt in one hand. He looked at Tommy, at the prone body and with a shaky gait, he more or less lurched forward. Tommy stared up at him, saw the smile and rolled over onto his stomach. He reached back with his hands, pushing the dildo back into his rectum.

He felt the air shake, then the hard crashing sound of leather against skin echoed in his ears. The pain came right after, as the belt had sliced across his cheeks. He cried out, as he felt the man raising his hand, and then it came, striking harder than before. He bit his lip as the pain roared into his body. He felt his legs twitch, felt the jerk of his cock underneath, as a third blow crossed his cheeks, as hard as the second.

All he could hear was the heavy breathing of the man over him. He lay there, waiting for more, but none came. Slowly he opened his eyes, looking up at Clyburn. His face was shiny with sweat, as he was looking down at Tommy. His lips were curled into a semi grin but the eyes were still glazed over. They were blinking hard, as he just stared at Tommy for several minutes, before he slowly moved backwards, until he sat back down into the chair.

With a rather shaky hand, Clyburn reached out for the decanter, and slopped some of the liquid into the glass. He took a deep pull on it, as he wiped his lips. He sat the glass down, and looking at Tommy, he clapped.

‘Let us discuss an encore performance.’