Silver Fox

A construction worker's life drastically changes when a video in which he appears shirtless goes viral. Out of nowhere, the hunky 46 years-old becomes a sensation in the gay community! And when he realizes how much money he can make selling pictures and videos of himself online... Bruce decides to become Silver Fox!

SILVER FOX

Chapter 3: Stinky large feet and bushy armpits

Could I really make money out of my viral moment(s)?

The video in my gym shorts had exceeded all expectations and I was definitely having another momentum online.

In fact, it was much more hectic than the first clip on the roof.

I was earning thousands of new followers every single hour; I could no longer keep up with the comments; I had countless of guys asking me for a link to my FansVips in my DMs; My videos were shared everywhere on social media (most of the times, without any credit); And I had even been recognized once at the gym!

I caught a twink discreetly snapping a picture of me as I was lifting some weights.

When I came up to him, he admitted that he had seen me online and could not believe that I was working out at his gym.

Jimmy was impressed... and a little worried, especially as the twink was seemingly following us wherever we were exercising.

"Man, you're actually famous. Be careful that those guys don't snap pictures of you in the communal showers." He told me as we were heading back to the locker-rooms.

I looked around us.

"Hell, I'm not going to control my every move." I replied, struggling to remove the tank top glued to my chest.

Who cared if my nudes were leaking online? At my age and in my circumstances, I was fine with how I looked and comfortable with nudity.

"I guess..."

Jimmy was getting naked as well.

The 34 years-old had an incredible body.

He was sporting firm muscles, great legs and biceps, six-pack abs, but he was quite lacking on the dick department (compared to me), and he was trimming his body hair a bit too much in my opinion.

He told me that it was for enhancing the definition of his muscles but I had always found it odd.

A man should have hair on his body, right?

"You know, Jim, you could post videos of yourself too. I'm sure you'll get pretty famous soon enough."

"I'm not sure... Look at Nick. He's nowhere near you when it comes to followers and he's very fit."

This was always nice to hear, that I was doing better than the little brat at work.

I was casually soaping my large junks as we kept talking.

"Yes, but the dude is 19, people like more mature guys. And you're a daddy yourself, well, an actual one! I'm telling you; you could smash it on TikTok."

He chuckled.

"That's the problem, man. I'm an actual daddy! Doreen would literally kill me if I was posting thirst traps all over the Internet."

"Damn... I always forget that everyone is not as free as I am. Sorry for your loss, man, enjoy the boring family life."

He slapped my ass playfully.

Jimmy and I had been work and gym buddies for years by this point, and we were used to horse around naked in the locker-rooms or in the showers.

This was no big deal at all.

"Hey! Do you know how many guys would pay to slap that fat ass?" I joked, pretending to arch my back even more.

"I know! I've seen some of the comments on your page too. Are you going to open a FansVips? Logan thinks you could make a lot of money and he knows his stuff."

"I've started to do some research about it. I don't know though. I'm not a pornstar."

"I get that. Logan says you don't have to fuck on there, but that seems fishy anyway."

The truth was, I was torn.

The news article I had read about FansVips went from people making millions a year sharing nude pictures and sex-tapes online, to politicians alarmed by 18 years old girls opening an account as soon as they were of legal age.

Not even talking about the horror stories I had stumbled across of young guys hoping they would get rich showing some skin, and regretting to have ever shared their intimacy online a few years afterwards, because of the unavoidable leaks and permanent stain on their image.

That is the thing with the Internet. It never forgets.

That being said, I was old enough to make my own decisions and take my risks.

I did not have any family to worry about and I had been exhausting myself at a tenuous job for nearly 30 years of my life.

Not to mention that my financial situation was very precarious and even for a few hundred dollars per month, it could be worth it...

In the end, more than the potential implications on my life, it was mainly my awkwardness with social medial and new technology which was preventing me from opening a FansVips account.

I simply did not get it.

What was I supposed to post? When? How frequently? How was I supposed to make people pay for this? How was I expected to pay taxes out of those revenues? How much money could I really hope making?

I was not against the idea of showing off for cash but it seemed like too much trouble to worth the hustle.

For the time being, I was happy with gaining followers on my free social media platforms, and scrolling through my comments and DMs for some ego-boost.

I was now much more popular than Nick and this was a victory all in itself!

My first financial opportunity occurred a couple of weeks after the initial viral video. By then, I had gotten somewhat accustomed to managing my (flirtatious) chats.

I was going through my messages and a funny one caught my attention.

"How much to see your stinky large feet and bushy armpits up-close on video?"

I chuckled and clicked to read more, but there was nothing more.

The message was dated for more than three days prior when I read it, - my inbox, just like my balls, was quite full -, and surprisingly, it was attached to the profile of a man about my age (maybe even slightly older) who looked perfectly normal.

Well, aside from being seemingly loaded with money!

Klaus Wagner was German, wearing fancy business suits on his Instagram posts, and he was apparently working at a top management position in a European bank.

He was mostly sharing political and financial news on his feed.

And that dude wanted to see my feet!

The Internet really was an odd place.

And how did he know that my feet were stinky anyway? I mean, he was not wrong but I had never shared such information about me anywhere.

I rarely answered to the hundreds of dirty messages I was getting. Since I knew that most women were catfishes, I was mostly staying away from engaging in conversations.

When I enjoyed someone's praising, I was, at most, liking the message to show my appreciation.

This time though, I was a little drunk, alone at home, and rather bored. It was either this or watching a porn movie.

"My feet smell like European cheese, but how do you know?"

I had written this message without thinking.

I did not really expect an answer or intend to pursue this ridiculous talk, but despite the time zone difference, Klaus was very quick to reply.

"I know my stuff and I can tell when a foot exudes a manly natural scent. You didn't answer my question though. How much to see them up-close and personal?"

Most people thirsting over me were younger guys and it was nice to see that I could appeal to gay men my age as well.

Any sort of attention was good for my ego.

I had no confirmation that Klaus was gay, - he actually seemed like he was married to a woman on his profile -, but I bet that he was not that straight if he was messaging me in the middle of the night for pics of my hairy feet.

For some reason, that thought made me hard.

Imagining a wealthy white-collar guy in his fancy apartment or loft, hiding from his wife to text me in the middle of the night, as he was fantasising over my sweaty wet pits... That was hot!

"I don't do this kind of things."

I wrote, after some hesitation.

This was just a little too weird for my taste.

"We've both lived long enough to know that everything and everyone has their price. What's yours?"

Damn, he was persistent... and he was not wrong.

At the very least, it was a nice change of pace from the guys harassing me with long messages only to get a free sneak-peak or to attempt a catfish.

I enjoyed that Klaus was straight to the point.

I was tempted but I had no idea what price would be considered right.

I decided to text Logan, he was the only one I could trust to advise me on this.

"Hey, Logan. I have this freak who wants to see custom-made videos of my feet and of my pits. I might give in this time. He says he has money and asks me for a price... What do you think?"

The reply was also quite immediate.

Logan was clearly obsessed with my recent fame.

Or maybe, he was just obsessed with me and my dad's body?

I did not know if his boyfriend, Bernardo, knew how much we were exchanging on a daily basis.

Is it considered cheating when you fantasize on a straight older man when you are gay and in a relationship, or is it just normal?

"First of, you're the freak. Second, be aware, he might be all talk and no money. Try him with 100$ for feet only, if he's still interested and goes through with payment, it means that Silver Fox Daddy may have found a sugar daddy for himself!"

I smiled reading the last sentence.

One hundred bucks for feet content, that sounded like an awful lot to me, especially in comparison to what I was making for a full day of work in construction.

Hell... The German banker was seemingly wealthy, right?

Go big or go home!

"100$ for a video of my feet. Just for you. You're in?"

I typed the words feeling like a whore.

Not a cheap one though. And frankly, showing my feet was no big deal. I was mainly surprised that anyone would be interested in that shit.

"Send me the link to the platform you want to be paid on."

Wow.

No bargaining, no pushing back; Klaus seemed to be for real!

Once again, I asked Logan for a little help and soon enough, I had a way to receive some cash from this foreign donor on an app.

I sent him the link but I did not get any response for the following minutes.

Arf, I thought. It could not have been that easy.

He was probably just another guy who liked to fantasize about the idea of Silver Fox, who wanted to talk directly with me, but who had no intention to back his intentions with real cash.

I was about to go to sleep when I received a notification on my phone.

100$ had been added to the app I was using.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, out loud.

Klaus had added a message with his donation.

"I value discretion and quality service. I hope I won't regret that investment."

I was quite stunned.

The feet fetishists I had heard so much about were real then! It was not a myth. And some of them were actually willing to pay good money for a peek!

I did not even notice my cock getting rock hard as I checked the amount received on the app.

The adrenaline and the three figures number had gotten me in the mood.

"Man, I've been working for 28 years. I know the value of money and I appreciate it. Let me send you a nice video."

I was totally genuine.

I had always despised people who were not serious about work, would not arrive on time, or would half-do the job intended. I had been required a service and I intended to perform it well.

How was I supposed to film my feet though? What was Klaus looking for exactly?

Thankfully, my first ever client sent me precise instructions.

"Good to hear. I want to see both the sole and the top of your feet. I have a saliva fetish so if you could spit on your toes as well, that would be perfect. I'm already hard."

Saliva fetish. I got that.

One of my favourite things to do was to have a woman suck my dick hard and deep until she would be drooling all over my junks and make everything super slippery.

Talking about my cock, Klaus was not the only one with a hard-on. It was now tenting at full mast in my underwear!

Maybe it was because of the sensation that I was doing something taboo?

I considered that it could not hurt if my third leg was also starring in the video.

I did not remove the boxer briefs I had on, but I rightfully thought that my outrageous bulge would be a nice added bonus.

I started filming and I would be lying if I did not admit that I felt a bit awkward.

I rubbed my feet against one another, becoming self-aware of the couple of black nails that I had, of the thick hair on my toes, - some were grey, some were dark -, and more generally, of the dirty aspect of my soles and poorly upkeeping of my feet.

I hoped that it was what those feet-freaks were looking for because clearly, I was not well pedicured and everything was pretty much "in its raw juice".

I recorded my feet in their natural state changing angles of the camera multiple times so Klaus would get a full show.

As requested, I spat some saliva between my toes to make them slimy.

That was definitely strange but not much of a problem for me. I was not one to be all precious about hygiene.

I was working outside all year long; my hands were often getting dirty and I was considering this more as a badge of honour than anything else.

I wriggled my toes playfully and I finished the clip with a quick shot of my (excited) crotch. You could see the stain of precum through the thin black fabric of my briefs.

The entire film lasted one minute and a half.

Not sure that I had the talent of Christopher Nolan or James Cameron but for what it was for, I supposed that I had done the job.

And indeed, Klaus seemed very pleased when I sent him the footage.

"That's some real manly feet. Wow. Thank you! What size are you?"

I smirked at my phone.

I was a size 11.5 but I thought I could round it up a little.

"Size 12. Massive and stinky. My feet are always sweating so I'm mostly walking around barefoot."

That was not a lie.

"Fuck, you make me so damn hard."

I bet I did!

To be fair, my cock was very much stiffed as well.

It was not only the money; it was mostly about my ego.

My dirty smelly feet were all this guy had ever wanted when my bitch of an ex-wife was always complaining of the "odour of cheese" anytime I would take my shoes off.

Finally, after decades of being an outsider, I felt appreciated. Fuck you, Karen!

I took another snapshot of my feet from above and sent it to him.

I did that for free, you have to reward the good paying clients, right?

"Take a good look at this and feel free to rub one out over my dirty feet."

I received a live picture of a hard cock (rather small to be honest) leaking on a not-so-flat stomach.

"Look what you do to me..." Klaus wrote.

Spontaneously, I started stroking my dick as well. Because, why not?

"What else do you like, aside from feet?"

"Chest hair, armpits... I'm a filthy man."

"This, I could tell. Wanna be smothered under my pit, Klaus?"

"God please, yes! I'm begging you!"

I was playing that business man like a fiddle. It was almost too easy!

"Send me another donation and I'll send you something nice... and filthy."

There were a few dots mark as if he was writing something but then it stopped and I did not receive any new message.

I did get a notification that 50$ had been added to my account less than a minute later.

Those were the easiest 150 bucks I had ever made in my life!

"Show me what you've got." Klaus wrote to me.

I was in the mood to get outside of my comfort zone.

I put my left hand behind my head to showcase my armpits, - for real, they stank! -, I held my phone with my right hand and filming up-close and personal, I spat in my bushy thick hair and even went as far as giving myself a lick.

Salty!

Not as bad as I thought it would be though.

I knew that this would drive my client crazy and I was clearly getting a kick out of having him all horny and excited.

Just like I had done with my dirty feet, I recorded my hairy armpits under every possible angle, I contracted my biceps and I also took a big sniff, hearable on camera.

"Aaaaaah... Yes..."

As far as I could remember, I had never been attracted to other men but I did not mind the male's scent, especially not mine.

Well, I suppose it is quite universal that everyone enjoyed his own musk.

I had never been one to wear much anti-perspirant or perfume either. Another thing my ex-wife was bitching about... She really did not know what she was missing out on!

I sent the forty seconds video, eagerly waiting for Klaus' reactions.

As we say, sometimes, images speak louder than words. My new German friend sent me a live video of his ejaculation as he was intensely jerking off to my content.

"Hmmm... Hmmm... Hmmm..." He was moaning like a slut.

He did not look like he was hiding in a bathroom or trying to be discreet.

From what I could tell from his surroundings, it appeared that Klaus was staying at an hotel that night. Probably a business trip.

The most likely hypothesis was that he had not managed to get an escort-boy to join him in his room and he was satisfying himself with virtual pleasure.

As an avid consumer of porn myself, I was not one to judge, especially when Klaus' freaky mind was paying my groceries for the entire week.

He nutted on his stomach and he showed his appreciation with another 20$ tips. Nice.

"Thank you, Silver Fox."

"The pleasure was all mine... Let's do this another time if you're game." I wrote.

Klaus did not reply to that last message.

That was the sad part about those digital encounters.

Once they had emptied their balls, many of those men were no longer interested in talking with me.

Some of them might even be regretting it, feeling bad for relapsing and falling back into their perverted patterns.

At the very least, this was what I imagined as I saw them disappearing from my feed... and then coming back.

It was a shame though. What was wrong with pleasuring yourself?

Klaus had been my first client, but he was certainly not the last.

Pumped by my experience with him, I practically spent the entire following night jerking off while looking for my next target(s).

As I had been warned by Logan, many (and certainly most) of the guys messaging were time wasters, fantasising about a hot daddy without having the means to purchase what I had to offer, but they were some actual buyers as well.

A few of them followed through and before the next day, I had sold three more videos of my feet for 30$ each, rounding up the total of my revenues at 260$!

Now, I had my answer, I could definitely make money out of this.

What surprised me the most was probably my own reactions to these kinky exchanges with other dudes.

Was I turning gay myself or some shit like that?

My cock was dripping all throughout and I even had to refrain myself from showing more to my clients.

It would have been a very bad marketing strategy to put it out all there right away, but trust me, as a 21 years-old college twink from Boston was dirty talking to me and praising my "amazing body", I was fucking ready to show him how big I really was.

"You look fantastic, Silver Fox, I want to be your sub. Please... I'll let you do anything you want with me."

"You would?"

"My body is all yours... Slap me, spit on me, choke me, fuck me..."

"You're such a freak for Daddy..."

"I'll suck you better than any other woman. I promise! Just give me a chance!"

"I am straight, boy."

"I'm begging. I need to feel your manhood deep inside of me, Silver Fox."

Admittedly, those words were turning me on a lot.

Between business and pleasure, I was not sure of how to go with that new hobby of mine.

In any case, I did jizz very hard, - the cum literally hit my eyes and such a blast had not happened in a very long time -, when said Boston twink, (his real name was Harry), sent me some live pictures and videos of his smooth juicy ass that he was hard-fingering.