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r/validtdick
What has his life come to.
Qifrey was lonely. He had plenty of friends, he had had a good career as a teacher. Alumni that kept in contact, a wonderful social life, a body that looked like him.
Yet he went untouched. For the most part, but he didn't consider it satisfying, he wasn't talked too the way he wanted. He wasn't sure what he wanted, but he knew he needed it.
He has been on his testosterone therapy for the past decade, the injections were muscle memory now. He even started pre filling his syringes, he was very proud of his system.
He owed the bulk of his confidence to it after all, he learned over time to respect routine. He also learned to respect himself and his body's journey. It felt like he deserved some kind of confirmation to his thought.
So he took pictures of his enlarged clitoris, years of growing and Qifrey's occasional interest in pumping. He didn't want to be too large, but enough to catch your eye.
It was exciting to be the one in the control of that, for once in his life. He could even peek out between his fingers, which he was elated to attached to his post. Though he was hesitating to actually press the post button.
He read every rule, tagged it as seeking validation, titled his age and first initial. He even uploaded three photos, one ‘pumping’ his dick, one pulling the skin taught, and one with his legs spread.
His face cropped out, of course.
He looked pretty good too, he may be getting into his late 30’s, but he took his personal hygiene seriously as well. He smelled and felt fantastic, a shame it was all for himself. Not that he didn’t have chances, but he never let any one night stand use him, reserving it for somebody special. Most people didn’t take ten years.
Fuck it.
He watched the red bar fill, a message saying his post went through, and he immediately closed out of the app, nervously pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He already regretted it, what if somebody recognized him, or worse found out his address?
Ding!
No way. His eyes widened as he reached for his phone, five up-votes, two comments so far. It had been less than five minutes, it shouldn’t have excited Qifrey as much as it did. He ran his tongue along his canines as he opened the post, scrolling down to the comments.
u/grippedfishboy / 1m ago
{Bro, you look incredible.So valid, the framing in the second pic is immaculate…}
Qifrey let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Valid. It was just a silly internet word, but seeing it attached to his own body caused a pang of excitement in his gut. He scrolled down a bit further, his eyes widening at the length of the next comment.
u/agedfireandstones / 3m ago
{God, this is the most beautiful thing on my feed today. I usually just lurk but I had to stop and say something. I can’t stop staring at the second picture, the contrast of your slender fingers showing off how perfectly shaped you are is driving me crazy.
Every inch of your thighs looks so soft and warm, it makes me want to trace every line of you. The growth youve achieved is insane, but it sits so proudly between your thighs that its doing it for me. You look absolutely perfect to handle, you take phenomenal care of yourself and it shows. I need to know more about your routine, or honestly, more about you. Sending a DM, please tell me youre checking them.}
When did Qifrey’s heart start racing? His face was warm, just from reading a public comment, he wasn’t sure how to process that. He hadn’t even commented on reddit before, he wet his lips as he scanned the options at the bottom of his screen. It was one thing to get a generic compliment, but this felt entirely different. It was hot. Before he could assess how to calm the dizziness of adrenaline, a small orange bubble popped next to a button. The chat icon, he swallowed as his mouth dried, hesitantly tapping into his inbox. Right at the top ‘u/agedfireandstones’.
u/agedfireandstones
{Hey. I know its forward to jump straight into ur inbox like this, but after seeing ur post I couldn't just scroll past.}
{I meant every word i said btw. The care you put into yourself is incredibly attractive. If ur open to chatting id love to get to know you. Sorry if i crossed a line.}
u/Inkwashed_scholar
{No, you’re quite alright. Your comment was very nice, I was nervous to even post it.}
{May I ask how old you are?}
u/agedfireandstones
{Don’t be nervous, you are gorgeous Q.}
{As much as I hate typing it, 44 as of last week.}
He didn’t even know what this man looked like, and he just squeezed his thighs together. It’s not even that big of a gap, only six years. Still, he always did prefer older men. It was ok to flirt a little, isn’t that the point of privately messaging somebody?
u/Inkwashed_scholar
{44 is a wonde-/ }
Delete. He doesn’t even know how to ‘sext’ somebody, who says ‘that’s a wonderful age’?
u/Inkwashed_scholar
{I like older guys.}
{I’ve never done this before, I apologize if I’m crossing a boundary, but would you be open to sending a photo of yourself?}{I’d like to imagine a face to those words.}
u/agedfireandstones
{Don’t tell me that’s all it takes to turn u on?}
{You must not get the attention u deserve.}
{I can do u one better, handsome. I’m a blacksmith on the side, I run a youtube channel.}
Qifrey sat up now, grabbing the remote on his nightstand to open youtube, typed in his channel name, ‘Torched Tools’, and clicked his channel. Oh he was sexy, he had tattoos, his hair was tied back, he looked good for his age. He looked good in a tank top, the slight chub in his stomach made a hand go down to his own dick, pressing play on the video, using his right hand to type back.
u/Inkwashed_scholar
{you’re really fucking hot.}
{you look strog do u wrok out}
u/agedfireandstones
{haha wow, thanks.}
{r u touching urself?}
{and no i don’t really, i have a professional set up, ive been blacksmithing since i was 20. Really bulks up your arms, i drink too much though.}
{don’t worry, judging by ur photos, I could handle you just fine.}
Qifrey glanced up at his TV at his message, biting his lip as the video transitioned to over the shoulder of him hammering what looked like a kitchen knife. He hadn’t even processed what he was narrating. His voice was heavenly, deep and with an accent he didn’t quite recognize.
He was horny, he realized that, but the idea of him throwing him over his shoulder, his footsteps heavy as he reached his mattress and threw him down. His name- he needed to know- he set his phone down, his left hand idly rubbing at his dick as he opened the description.
Olruggio.
*Olly-”
He dared let his fingers envelope his twitching clit, a soft sigh leaving him as he gave a lazy pull. He needed this man.
u/Inkwashed_scholar
{i am.}
{touhing myself i mean}
{how did u know?}
{I just moaned your name, you’re so hot}
u/agedfireandstones
{send me a photo, luv}
{and i can tell bc ur using one hand to type now, sweetie}
Or it was the multiple typos. He glanced down, he still hadn’t redressed. He opened his camera, and positioned his phone to crop his face out, until Olruggio’s voice came from his TV.
“Never be afraid to show your craft to others.”
He was right. He changed the position of his hair, covering up his missing eye more, and put his left hand back between his thighs, squeezing them together. He hadn’t planned on getting top surgery, his breasts were small, barely even filled his own hands. Once he took a photo he was satisfied with, he quickly sent it before he had time to change his mind.
u/Inkwashed_scholar
{no please?}
u/agedfireandstones
{Holy shit youre angelic.}
{youre so fucking hot}
{you still sent it, didnt u?}
u/Inkwashed_scholar
{where do u live}
Wasn’t this how murders happen? He probably shouldn’t do this, but he seemed legit.
u/agedfireandstones
{NJ}
{thinking about my dick, arent you?}
Holy fuck. That was close, Alaira lived in Newark and she drove to the school every day.
u/Inkwashed_scholar
{I live in nyc, so yes, now i really am}
{plz tell me ur single}
u/agedfireandstones
{thats only maybe 45 minutes away from me, fate works in mysterious ways doesnt it pretty boy?}{and yes ofc. Im open to meeting u}
Not tonight, he couldn’t go to school and teach the next day if he did. Gods, did he want too though. He let his fingers slide further down, sighing at how wet he was now. How embarrassing.
u/Inkwashed_scholar
{work during the week. Could i come check ur set up out saturday?}
u/agedfireandstones
{u’ll have to be more specific, handsome}
{i know what you want. I can make us dinner, do you need a ride? I hate driving nyc but ill do it}
u/Inkwashed_scholar
{pick me up from the station? Theres a train}
{and maybe we could call- its hard to cum when typing}
u/agedfireandstones
{anything you want, gorgeous. Here.}
His number. Qifrey bit his lip and shut his TV off, he didn't need Olruggio knowing he was watching him. He grabbed his ear buds and popped them in, creating a contact for the man and hovering over his keyboard. Just call him. You've come this far, Qifrey.
He presses the call button, the phone only rang twice before he was met with heaven in his ears.
“You know, I realized I didn't get your name.”
Oh, his voice made his insides melt.
It was deep- a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated in his ear and straight down Qifrey's spine. He couldn't quite place it, but he had a thick, northern English accent, the heavy vowels and clipped consonants of his accent wrapped his words. Rough around the edges, a bit raspy too, perhaps he was working before he saw Qifrey's post.
Qifrey hesitated in his answer, and when he did he could hear a low laugh from the other end. His voice was so comforting, it made Qifrey feel comfortably small.
“Ya there, handsome?”
“Yes- sorry-”
“It's Q-Qifrey-” god he sounded pathetic. He sounded like he had been going at himself for the past hour, he cleared his throat as the man hummed.
“Qifrey. That's unique, I like it.”
“Were ya serious about coming over, doll?”
yes, a thousand times yes. He trailed his hand to his dick once more, running his index against the tip. Qifrey’s breath caught for a moment, before a forced laugh left him to try and maintain his voice.
“Of course I-... was-”
“I… I've never done this before, but I've also never been so attracted to somebody before-”
He chuckled a bit, he seemed to be shifting on his end of the phone before a soft thump was heard, a shuffling in the background. Was Qifrey really turning him on that much?
“I won’t make you do anything ya don't want too, like I said, I'll make dinner. Should I dress nice?”
His voice was getting more loose, breathy too. Qifrey finally laid back, the hand on his clit relaxing for a moment, he just needed it close, to imagine it was Olruggio’s calloused hand resting there. He hadn't realized how much he had pent up.
“Should I? I don't have many opportunities to wear my nice outfits- dress code at work and all..’
“Fuck, I've only seen you without clothes, hard’ta imagine you in them… describe one to me-”
He gasped towards the end, he had to be touching himself. Qifrey smiled, wetting his lips as his fingers slipped further down, spreading his slick to his dick, before idly pumping himself. He looked towards his closet, trying to think of what he would wear.
“It's hard to think of wearing clothes right now, Olly.
Qifrey shut his eye tight as the bass of Olruggio’s moan envelopes his hearing.
“You're right- all I can really think about is how yer dick feels against mine- call me Olly again-”
Qifrey laughed, well attempted, it came out more a heavy sigh as he shifted on his back, opening his nightstand drawer.
"Oh, you like Olly? It is quite cute, isn't it?"
Another groan, louder this time. Qifrey blindly felt for his stroker, trying not to fall apart when he finally found it. He hated looking at it, he always felt like a pervert for using it, now ten fold. He fit the opening over himself, a subtle 'ah-' escaped his lips as he rolled into it, it was cold, nothing like what he imagined Olruggio's hand to feel like.
"Is it wrong that I'm starin at ya post right now? Making me feel pretty special aren't ya, angel?"
"I don-don't think so, but do you wanna know something?"
The pet names would be the death of Qifrey, it felt like feather kisses against his skin, and a warm hand trailing up his back. Qifrey has known this man less than 3 hours, he felt like a whore.
"always, Qifrey- talk to me-"
He sounded so out of breath, he wondered if Olruggio was holding back himself, waiting for Qifrey to make the next step. For the first time he wanted to be stuffed, and he needed to ensure that happened saturday.
"All I can think about is your hands- I worry I'd have trouble with your fingers-"
Olruggio's breath caught, the phone adjusting, he got closer to the one, perhaps he rolled on his side.
"Is that right, doll? Don't worry, I'll be gentle. As long you're… fuck- patient-"
He was interrupted by a groan, the way he whispered the curse sent shivers down his spine, picking his pace up with his stroker, his hips pushing up into it.
He was starting to lose himself now as he closed his eye, trying to fantasize Olly's mouth around his dick. He wanted to hear him pull off and praise it, tell him how pretty it is. Qifrey gasped he felt himself squirm more, whimpering into the empty room.
"My dick is pretty, right Olly?"
Olruggio groaned closer to the microphone at that, a sliver of a laugh left him. He so badly wished he could see him, the way his chest rose and fell with each pant, how sweaty he must be.
"So fucking gorgeous, you've worked so hard on yourself, haven't ya? I can only imagine how sweet you taste."
Qifrey sighed, his hips pushing more feverishly into the toy, trying to ignore how much his arousal was coating the inside of his thighs. He needed this man to destroy him, he wanted to feel his mouth around his dick, to let him be the first man to taste him.
"Oh gods, Olly- please- please send me a photo, I'm so close-"
Qifrey's voice raised an octave, he had rolled onto his stomach now, his hand holding the toy over his dick, grinding into the ridged texture inside as he pressed his forehead into the pillow. He couldn't remember the last time he got himself this close to release before.
He had always been so stressed from work, the students personal troubles, his own ailments. Tonight he felt like a different man, separate from the Qifrey who clocked into work that day.
"If I send ya a photo, ya won't have anything to look forward too Saturday, doll-face."
Finally- he could-
He wasn't sending a photo.
"What? I will, j-just-"
"Hush, don't complain, darling. Let me hear you cum, use your imagination, I'm close too-"
Qifrey heard the way his voice caught in the end, a muffled groan. Qifrey wished he could see him now, he hadn't used his imagination to get off in the past, too put off by imagining himself beneath another. It was fine watching videos of other men, yet now he didn't feel so upset.
Qifrey closed his eye, letting his moans flow more freely, he was sure he sounded pathetic. Yet how could he not when flashes of Olruggio's hands against his thighs invaded his mind. Sliding closer to his dick, until the calloused thumb traced the length of him, slipping between his folds, collecting the previous orgasm. The vision of him bringing his thumb to his lips, and cleaning it off.
"Olly~" He whined, feeling his lower half tighten. He had only known this man for a couple hours now, yet every fiber of his being wanted more. "I'm- I'm so… so close-" his hears were filled with heaven.
Olruggio's breath hitched, an attempt to say something cut off by what sounded pathetic, yet endearing, to Qifrey.
"fuck- Qifrey-"
He drug his name out, before heavy breathing could be heard on the line. He just came- to Qifrey. Qifrey brought his free hand up to his breast, his finger tracing his areola, before pinching himself, and pushed against his toy with a lack of coordination. It didn't take him long, whining as his own orgasm filled his being, but Qifrey turned his head to muffle the sound into the pillow.
There was a minute of silence before Olruggio broke it. Qifrey rolled onto his back, staring at his ceiling fan spin above him as he relished the last moments of hearing the man's voice.
"I hope you realize you won't be able to hide, saturday, right?"
"Yes-"
"I do have to work in the morning, Olly- I… I am really excited to meet you."
Qifrey swallowed, sitting up and tossing the toy aside for now. He'd clean it in the morning, he couldn't believe he just came to the sound of a stranger's voice. He rolled his shoulders, followed by a yawn, he'd have to get a shower now.
"Yeah, I've got a mess to clean up, not that I'm complaining."
Qifrey laughed gently, causing the other to laugh as well.
"Text me, okay?"
"Of course, I'll see you soon, don't miss me too much~" Qifrey cooed, smiling to himself as he climbed out of bed to grab the night clothes folded on his dresser.
"I already am, doll. Good night-"
"Good night, Olruggio-"
The call ended, he removed his earbuds and set them back into the case to charge. He pushed his hair back a bit, rubbing at his face as he stepped into his bathroom. Once the light switched on, he took a look at himself in the mirror, at his missing eye. He pursed his lips, before fixing the hair back to cover it, instead he let his gaze travel down his body, to his chest and his stomach, and a smile tugged at his lips.
He made a man cum from his photos and voice alone, the rush of that thought alone was enough euphoria to last him a week. He stepped away to turn the shower on, turning it towards the wall, he never liked it running over him unless it was to rinse off.
While it heated, he took the chance to grab his phone and pull up Alaira's contact in his messages. He told her everything, and he was sure Alaira would want to drive him there, in case anything went wrong he could always count on her to save him.
[Guess who has a date with a newark dilf this saturday?]
She also was excellent at instantly replying as well, he always wondered if she had a special sound just for him on her phone.
[NO WAY. You're having lunch in my class tomorrow, I need all the details.]
He laughed gently, setting the phone down and stepping into the shower.
He has a date this weekend, and he's excited for it.
It only took 10 years, but he had a date set up with somebody who treated him like a man.