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 8: Finger on the Pulse
I was nervously waiting for Logan.
We had agreed to meet up quickly before he had to leave town.
Logan had caught me, - not that I had been very discreet since I was literally using his own account -, ordering a private x-rated show from my co-worker.
I tried to reassure myself.
Logan was not a model of virtue himself... Why would he care?
Still, I knew that I had somehow crossed an invisible line there.
We had only a little time before Logan had to return to his work and boyfriend, about 70 miles away from where I lived.
"What's up Silver Fox?"
He did not seem any different than usual. He greeted me with a warm smile and a quick hug.
"All good... The page is finally up and running! Thanks again. You know a few people have already found me."
"I'm not surprised. They must have been on a look-out for your grand debut on FansVips. Are you going to promote it?"
"Yes, as we discussed, I'll post the link in my posts on social media tonight."
"People are going to be all over it, man!"
I thought it was time to segway towards the reason why I actually wanted to see Logan.
"I won't do a Nick and do this whole thing on the down-low." I casually mentioned.
He caught the bait and went exactly where I wanted him to go.
"Yes, I agree. How was the show last night by the way? Has FreshNick really gone wild?"
Logan winked at me.
I bet that he was loving this, catching a straight mature man paying for the live show of a supposedly just-as-straight blond twink.
"I guess wild is an appropriate word to define it. About that..."
I searched for my words and Logan cut me off.
"You don't need to justify yourself, Bruce. You can use my account whenever you want, as long as you use your own credit card to pay for your entertainment, it's fine."
He had this cheeky "I know you've been a naughty boy" smile.
"My entertainment? Listen, I'm not trying to explain myself." (Exactly what a person who was explaining himself would say...) "I just thought it was a good idea to see what Nick was up to, as a source of inspiration and, to be honest, I was curious."
I had rehearsed that little speech in my head all morning.
I did not want it to sound like a big deal but I did want to explain my motives. Putting things that way, it did not look so bad and pervy, right?
Also, Logan did not need to know that I had experienced one of my creamiest orgasms while watching Nick twerking his peachy ass on my screen.
"I told you, that's fine. Relax Bruce."
He could not take his satisfied smile out of his face though.
"Have you talked about it to Jimmy? I mean, about the fact that Nick has a FansVips."
"Nah, I'm not one to tell on anyone... Not my style."
"I think that's smart. If Nick wants to be discreet about it, it's not really our place to put him out there."
Logan put his hand on my shoulder. I was wearing my signature sleeveless tank-top; It was another heated day.
"Your secret is safe with me." He spoke.
"That's not my secret..."
"Whatever Bruce, all I'm concerned about is how you'll do on your page and frankly, how it will benefit me."
"Don't worry, I didn't forget about your 15 percent and I think they are rightly deserved. Besides, I'm ready to smash that FansVips game!"
He was too.
Logan had less than twenty minutes to spare but we spent them drafting the promotional posts and picking the pictures and videos I would share on FansVips for the entire week.
Twenty minutes were enough since the man seemed to know exactly what would work and how I would engage my subscribers without showing too much, too soon.
His marketing skills never ceased to amaze me.
Our first choice was a picture from the shooting in the communal showers, we then decided to share the "coming home from work -- stripping video" a little further down the week.
Logan also helped me organizing my files to make things easier on the long run. He had this whole plan figured out.
Seriously, he was a precious ally in my new journey and if I do say so myself, we were getting pretty damn good at this.
It was a success from day one.
Quickly enough, the Silver Fox' page was nearing a hundred followers. Our strategy was to keep it at a low price to begin with and then, gradually offer more expansive (and more outrageous) content.
Klaus, my feet enthusiast from Germany, was one of my very first subscribers. Since the moment this had all started, he had continuously asked me for feet videos.
I must say, I appreciated the money and therefore the guy very much, but his latest requests were getting weirder and weirder.
On the last video he had bought, I had to smash a freaking gummy bear with my feet and pretend like I was a giant crushing him.
Afterwards, I had to eat the disgusting gummy.
To each their own, I suppose.
He sent me a 40$ tip on top of the 80$ he had already paid upfront so I guess that I had done a pretty good job.
Mitchell was also following me and I bet he was sharing the content of my page with his hubby, Louis.
I got a serious kick out of imagining the two of them getting off, and even having sex, all the while watching my content.
They had not asked for another meet-up but I knew for sure they were still obsessed with my big cock and the so-called "Dom Daddy" attitude I was serving on my page.
This thought alone gave me a hard-on.
Just to be clear, by this point, I had to recognize that I could not be as straight as I had always thought.
I mean, I had never had gay thoughts, but maybe, it was only a matter of not allowing them in back when I was younger.
For some reason, it seemed like the gates were now all-opened and it was getting difficult to ignore the intrusive thoughts.
Especially when I was viewing my co-worker in a brand-new light since I had found his paid page (and very much enjoyed his content).
Anytime I was working on site with Nick, I was distracted by his sweet fuckable ass, irritatingly trapped in his jeans instead of being out in the open, for me to dispose of.
See, he was very good at teasing when he was in his "Wild Nick" character, and the little show he had given me had stopped right at the best (or worst) moment, as he was about to finger his virgin pinkish asshole!
How frustrating was that?!
Honestly, I had to consciously stop myself from paying him to ask for another private session.
The fact was, he was so obnoxious at work that I was not really eager to spend money on his buns, no matter how juicy and inviting they were...
As it turned out, the opening of my own FansVips and the fact that I was opened regarding my x-rated activities online seemed to make Nick even more annoying than before.
He could not help from making snarky comments.
"You're heading home, Silver Fox? What are you doing tonight? Your first sex-tape?"
And he would laugh hysterically as if this was funny or some shit.
I got his frustration. Nick was hiding and not making half the money he should have made, while I was owning up to it and already getting close to overtake him in number of paid subscribers.
Eh, I was not feeling bad about it.
It was up to him to own up to his slutty side and his audacity, - given that he was doing much worse than I was -, to tease me about the page achieve to convince me that I did not owe the 19 years-old sting anything.
I had to bite my tongue several times not to snap at him and reveal his big secret in front of the entire crew.
Good for him, I was smarter than outing him, especially given the circumstances under which I had found out about his page.
Some might have called it a mature reaction, but if I am being honest, I kept my mouth shut mostly because I wanted to keep on checking on his page discreetly for as long as I could.
I told you; I was getting weirdly obsessed with Nick.
Or at least, with his bum.
But enough talk about that little blondie brat!
One week after my debut on FansVips and as agreed with Logan, it was time for the first private video that I would send to a few lucky (and paying) subscribers.
Already, my flaccid uncut cock had been a hit, the coming home from work's video had been praised by my fans, and I was getting more followers than we ever expected for a first week in the adult industry.
To be fair, we had laid the foundations for a month and my previous online presence had built the high expectations.
Now that the fans were there, we had to match the hype and seal the deal.
I say "We" because it was as if Logan was as invested in the project as I was. He really had the finger on the pulse on what was hot and what was out, and I fully trusted his judgment.
I guess that this was a gay superpower or something.
He could have used his influence to make me do the nastiest shit, but instead, he was often the one to calm me down and to wisely advise me not to show too much on the public feed.
If I had done this alone, I would have probably had shared a sex-tape already!
Too bad that I was mostly banging married women who were, understandably, camera shy.
That being said, I was not fucking that much since I had become a viral sensation online. I had not even thought about it, but yes, it had been a couple of months since I had not dipped my dick in a wet pussy...
Odd, to say the least.
Anyway, as I said, Logan and I were forming a great team to the point where even Jimmy was getting sus of how much and how well we were working together.
I think that part of it was jealousy of losing his best bro, - I was spending so much time discussing with Logan over the phone and managing my page when I was free that I had less time to hang out with Jimmy -, and part of it was that he was afraid of Doreen finding out.
"Why would she care that her cousin helps me?" I asked him once during our lunch break.
"You know Doreen's a Christian woman, FansVips is not really part of the family values."
"Oh please, give me a break. As if you two waited to be married to have sex!"
"Dude, don't ever say that in front of her, even as a joke. She'd be mortified."
I rolled my eyes.
"You really need to stop talking about your wife as if you're scared of her or something. That's not a good look buddy."
