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Simon had been subscribed to Mr. SilverFox for almost eight months now, but it felt like so much longer. He'd never been one for watching porn— it felt like he was intruding on a very intimate moment that should be kept private.
SilverFox, however, was different. With Mr. Fox, he always felt... included somehow. As if he were there with the man, following his instructions. His piercing blue eyes shone from behind the grey fox mask he wore for anonymity's sake, looking through his own murky brown irises. Mumbling praise and instructing the viewer when to touch himself and when to just watch. It felt so real.
Last month's stream had been a toy review— some fleshlight another viewer had sent to his PO box. He tried, and failed, not to feel a twinge of jealousy at the prospect of Mr. Fox getting off from the tightness of another man's walls.
That's what gave Simon the absolutely insane idea to make his own custom dildo, send it to Fox's PO box, and watch the man he'd been infatuated with for so long use his own body for pleasure. Well, sort of his own body. Really, it was just a mold. It was admittedly a very uncomfortable and embarrassing process, involving having to get hard first, stick his dick into a canister of cold silicon goo, and just... leave it in there for fifteen minutes. Not an experience he'd care to repeat, but it was worth it in the end.
When the casting was finally ready, he didn't even bother opening the box to see if it looked good. He'd chosen the top-rated company, after all. Simon immediately addressed the box to SilverFox's PO box. All he had to do now was wait for the next review stream.
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The dildo made an appearance three weeks after it was sent out. Considering Mr. Fox only streamed once a week, this was sooner than he'd thought. It was a Saturday night, and Simon had just gotten back from having dinner with his buddy, Jack. Nice guy, but he could be a bit much after a couple pints. He guessed it was the Irish in him, always seeking opportunities to be social and drink.
Simon had just gotten home, changed out of is day clothes, and sat down on his bed wearing only his boxers. He'd been scrolling Instagram when he got the notification that the stream had started. He immediately fumbled for the 'open app' button and clicked full-screen. As expected, Fox was sitting in his chair, shirt unbuttoned but still wearing most of his clothes. The striptease would start after the announcements and shoutouts.
"Hello, Starlight," Mr. Fox spoke, the nickname he used for each individual patron rolling off his tongue.
He never spoke as if there were multiple people in the audience, even though Simon could see there were already over five hundred viewers. Fox always referred to them as an individual, which Simon had found so appealing. It felt like it was just the two of them, sitting in front of each other, and nothing else mattered for the duration of the stream.
''I hope you're excited, because I've got something extra special for you today," he purred, pulling out a cardboard box with his PO box's address labeled along one side. Simon gulped, recognizing the box the lean man held in his hands.
"Some pervert sent me another custom toy, so I thought I'd better not let my Starlight's precious time and money go to waste." SilverFox adjusted his mask, which often started slipping during his streams, adding to the authenticity the man always carried. It had never fallen off, though a few times Simon had caught glimpses of his forehead, brows furrowed in the midst of his pleasure, forgetting to push his mask up until he came down from his high.
Simon's heartbeat quickened, already half-hard at the prospect of his one-sided crush using his custom dildo. Simon set his phone down on a phone holder at the foot of the bed— he couldn't hold it and jerk off at the same time with only one arm, so he'd purchased one of those miniature tripod things. While he had a prosthetic, its dexterity wasn't perfect, and he'd usually drop things if he wasn't actively focused on telling the prosthetic what to do. The phone holder made things much easier.
On screen, Mr. Fox grabbed a box cutter from his desk and began to slice the packing tape with precision. He reached in, pulled out the concealed object covered in a layer of bubble wrap, pulled the packaging away, and revealed the toy. It was marbled with different shades of crimson, from nearly black to a blood red. It wasn't small by any means, but it also wasn't excessively long. Most of its size came from the width, one prominent vein wrapping around the length. Simon was relieved that the casting had turned out this well, almost identical to the real thing.
"Well, would you look at that..." Fox mused, turning the dildo over in his hand, inspecting it closely. "I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful."
Simon shuddered at the indirect compliment, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Oh, he was not going to last long tonight.
Fox smiled at the camera as he reached for a bottle of lube.
"Now, I typically don't use a water-based lubricant, as you know I don't believe water is necessary," He went on. "However, the compounds in my usual silicon-based lubricant would ruin this beautiful gift, so I suppose I'll be using this water-based one today."
Fox had this weird aversion to water-based products, saying he "didn't believe water was necessary for life, so it shouldn't be necessary for pleasure." Weird, but he didn't really care.
"Now, Starlight, why don't you get undressed for me?"
Simon, as usual, followed his instructions and slipped the waistband of his cargo pants below his hips, and lifted his shirt to his mouth to stifle any noise he might make. His apartment had thin walls, and he was not inclined to let anyone know what their kind, average neighbor got up to in his free time.
"Good boy," the man behind the screen purred, pushing his mask back up. Simon absentmindedly wondered if he should message Fox after his stream to send him the mask so he could fix it. He was an engineer, after all. Even if nobody would hire a one-armed man for such a job— it's why he lost his arm in the first place.
Mr. Fox finally began stripping himself, first slipping his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, revealing his pale, toned arms. His chest was lightly dusted with blond hair across his pecs, stopping at his light pink areolas. Then he focused on unbuckling his leather belt, slipping it out of the loops in one smooth motion. Next off were his blue jeans, followed by his boxers. First revealing a thatch of dark blonde hair, the prominent bulge below it waiting to be set free. Finally, Fox slipped the underwear below his taint, allowing his cock to bob in the air unrestrained. Now he was fully on display for the camera, save for his mask. Simon's mouth began to water.
"I hope you're ready for me, Starlight," SilverFox groaned as he palmed his erection, picking up the bottle of lube, and drizzling it over the bottom of his shaft. He began spreading and massaging the liquid around his cock, thighs, ghosting around the tight muscle that was the star of tonight's show. Finally, Fox dipped the tip of his middle finger inside, massaging it deeper until it disappeared inside him, letting out a moan as sweet as molasses before pushing a second finger in next to the other.
In no time, Fox was scissoring three fingers in and out in smooth, calculated movements, sighing and stroking his cock to the same rhythm. Finally, he picked up Simon's gift and looked directly at the camera. He winked, stuck out his tongue from the bottom of his mask, and licked a broad stroke up the length of the object. Simon almost fell apart there, having to stop his pulls on his own dick and grasping at the base as tight as he could. Fuck, that was hot.
"Are you ready, Starlight?" Simon nodded, knowing damn well he couldn't see him, but adding to the illusion that Fox was right there with him. Mr. Fox poured a healthy amount of lubricant on the tip of the dildo, and stroked it like he would his own, spreading the lube around the toy so that every inch was covered. He carefully brought the head of the toy to his hole, teasing it and circling it around with agonizing slowness. Simon felt like he was actually in place of the toy, which he supposed wasn't too far off from the truth, and began to breathe heavily, impatiently waiting for Fox to take him inside.
SilverFox lifted one long-fingered hand to his chest, gently groping his pec, and finally slipped his cock inside. He let out a loud moan, followed by a whimper as he pushed it deeper and deeper, until all that was left was the flared base.
"Fudge, you're so thick," he rasped. Fox never swore, not even when he climaxed. Simon didn't mind; he swore enough to impress a sailor, so it was kind of a relief that he was so oppositely matched by this Angel on his screen.
Simon began stroking himself faster as he watched the man get fucked by a piece of his own body. He whimpered, clenching his teeth harder on the shirt in his mouth, trying to stay quiet. Fox, however, was as loud as ever, 'swearing' and moaning to his heart's content.
"Mmhf, I'm so close— " Mr. Fox gasped, sitting up and adjusting the toy at a new angle, and moaning as it nudged his prostate. "Starlight— " He moaned, grasping his cock and stroking in time with each thrust.
Simon followed the same rhythm, watching with hooded eyes as the beautiful man on screen threw his head back in a long, guttural groan as he came, ropes of cum landing on his twitching abdomen and sticking in the hairs on his chest. Simon followed soon after, warmth covering his knuckles as he frantically stroked himself through his orgasm.
Fox sat there, catching his breath for a good minute before he seemed to come back to himself. Sighing, he pulled out the dildo with a whimper and let it drop from his exhausted hand onto the floor. The remaining lube dripped from his thoroughly used hole, still twitching from the aftershocks. He chuckled, pulling himself back up from his limp position.
"I think I might have a new favorite toy," he grinned, adjusting his mask again. Adorable smile lines appeared from the corners of his blue eyes, adding to the sincerity. Simon thought he might just pass out and never wake up.
After the stream ended, Simon cleaned the cooling aftermath of his lust from his hand, thighs, and a few spots on his cargo pants. He decided to throw those in the wash, along with his bedsheets.
While he showered, he thought to himself. That he needed to stop this. That he needed to get a job and make real connections instead of hiding in his apartment and jerking off to an admittedly gorgeous man.
Sure, Jack was a good friend and all, but he also wasn't the most reliable source of entertainment, considering his job as a submarine mechanic. He's always busy with one thing or another, getting alerts that his skills were needed. Simon needed a reliable friend, who could distract him from this... infatuation. Maybe someone who could replace Mr. SilverFox, so he could stop this routine altogether.
Tomorrow, he'd start looking for a real job.