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 11: Strictly Professional
As the week-end progressed and as Logan and I were solely focused on the FansVips' business, I slowly came to the realization that it would be my life from now on.
Shooting x-rated content, editing the videos, picking the best pictures, responding to comments and messages, checking what the social media was saying about me, avoiding the leaks, discussing customs and identifying time wasters...
You know how people always have a sarcastic smile when they hear an influencer on Instagram saying that "it is so much work", I was definitely seeing their point now.
The great thing was that I would no longer have to handle two jobs at the same time.
Still. Had I just made the biggest mistake of my life?
If this were to be a failure, what the fuck would I do? Who would hire a 46 years-old man who had done the same boring job for 28 years and who got fired from it for basically doing porn?
I would rather not think about that for too long.
In any case, at that moment, the issue was quite the opposite. In a way, my page was doing too well for me to handle.
After shooting two videos and taking dozens of naked pictures, Logan and I spent our Saturday evening going through the numerous unanswered messages.
I had missed so many requests.
We used a tool on the app to classify the hundreds of subscribers in various categories: "payers", "BIG payers", "top fans", "time wasters", "plainly rude", "scary creeps".
I did not like that but Logan was the brain of the operation and I trusted his methods. Ultimately, he was right, those categories would help so much to manage things after a while.
Honestly, his business-oriented mind was most-needed.
"I'm very glad that this is fun for you. I mean, the day when you'll stop having fun, it will all be over, that's for sure. But Bruce, your life is depending on how well you can maintain yourself on these platforms on the long-run and we cannot leave anything to chance."
"I know, am I not following every piece of advice you're giving me?"
Logan smiled at me.
"You are. And aren't you seeing the results?" He pointed at the five grands showing on my stats.
I smiled back.
"I definitely am."
The Silver Fox' FansVips had been launched a couple weeks prior and we passed the 300 subscribers that very week-end.
"Okay, so what do we have here? That guy wants you to fuck him. Although, he's waiting for you in London, UK."
"And how much is he offering?" I asked jokingly.
"Ten thousand."
"Really?"
Maybe I was not actually joking. That kind of money had a way to make my cock chub.
"I cannot say if he's for real but he's for sure insistent. He's already talking about the plane tickets and all that jazz."
"Damn... 10 K..."
"Bruce, seriously? You'd do it?"
Logan was genuinely surprised.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Everyone has a price, right? It'd be six months of work in the construction company. I think I could dip my cock in a stranger's ass for less."
Logan did not make any comment.
I could not say if he was judging me or not.
I did not think so, considering all the freaky stuff he had already seen me do, and how much he was enjoying my filthy side himself.
Logan helped me a lot with editing the customized content and therefore he had a first-row seat to my evolution towards porn... and weird kinks. He had seen all the strange feet videos I had done for Klaus.
Sometimes I wondered if it was not the eye-candy perk, - more than any money he could make working with me -, which was making Logan so dedicated in helping me.
In any event, he was never short of ideas and was not afraid to have an "hands-on" approach either.
That night was a great example of that.
"There's this other guy who'd like to see you being jerked-off by a guy in a POV where he could imagine he's the one doing it."
"I'm listening..."
"He wants to see some balls massaging and a long-ass hand-job. He insists that the person stroking your cock should be another dude... That doesn't seem too complicated or too bad and he's offering 100 bucks." Logan explained casually.
"For the hand-job?"
"Yeah... Have you ever done that?"
"Only with girls doing me, or by myself of course." I grinned. "The clients of the construction site who paid me for dominating them got close but they did not stroke my dick."
"Oh, okay. Well, if this is too much, we can find something else to do. Maybe another foot video or something with a specific outfit? Like, playing the part of a doctor or something?"
"You'd be the one doing it, right? Jerking me off?"
Logan gulped.
"I... I don't know, I didn't really think about it. I was just reading the request."
As if...
"Well, we don't really have anyone else here. Do we?"
Logan had a little smirk.
He knew that he was not fooling me. He had not chosen this particular custom by mistake, there were a dozen more requests he could have picked from.
"It would be strictly professional." He said, barely containing his laughter.
I continued with the charade while I started massaging my crotch.
I was just wearing a pair of loose underwear.
"Let's be professional then. Get the camera ready and let's do this. I think I'm ready to bust another load."
"Damn, you're an unstoppable sperm machine!"
"I'm just a regular joe, doing his thing, enjoying to beat my monkey."
My cock was stirring up in my boxer shorts.
I was genuinely excited to feel Logan's hands all over my junks.
"If we follow the script from this dude, I should have the camera very close to my arm and your cock. Also, maybe we should check with the client if he's still up for it? His message was sent three days ago." Logan suggested.
"Who cares? That'll be useful content anyway. Come on, let's get to it, pal."
I almost pulled down the waistbands of my blue boxer shorts but Logan held my wrist.
"Wait! I should be the one uncovering it." He had sounded too eager; he got his act together. "I think the client will like that." He added.
My heart was beating fast in my chest.
For some reason, there was a sense of taboo in the air, as if we were about to do something outrageously wrong.
I think a big part of it was coming from the fact that we both knew it was the first step towards a slippery slope.
The hand-job in itself was not such a big deal, but who knew where this would take us? Probably much further than a jerk-off session between friends.
"Right. You should take off your top too." I heard me say.
"Why?"
"In the fantasy, it would make sense that the guy stroking me were to be naked." I caught a glimmer of panic in Logan's eyes. "Of course, you won't be appearing on the video so you don't have to be nude, but your arm should be sleeveless."
"I guess that's true."
He nodded yes and peeled his tee-shirt off exposing his athletic chest.
The Summer was coming to an end but who was wearing long sleeves anyway?
I am not too sure where I was getting at with that. I was starting to see Logan in a different light.
Although, it was not his muscular clean-shaven chest I was most interested about... His puffy lips and his ass that I had gotten to enjoy at the gym were way more my jam!
I thought about Nick again, his perfect bubble butt. I had really ruined my shot with the young hunk. Fuck.
Logan could not measure up to that, but maybe, seeing him buck naked would get me even more in the mood.
I was toying with the idea of asking my director to go full nude while he was fixing up the lasrt details on the camera settings.
I eventually decided against it.
Jimmy would be mad at me if he knew what we were up to already. Besides, I was sufficiently horny as it was.
I mean, I was literally leaking through the fabric of my underwear!
Having your cock leaking precum like a faucet is both a blessing and a curse. Some people love it but at times, it can be quite embarrassing.
Although, for my new occupation, I suppose this was definitely a plus.
"Ready?" Logan asked me tentatively.
There was something different from the session I had done at Mitchell's place. Back then, I was in character and Mitch and his husband were very submissive. I was paid with hard cash and I mostly went with the flow.
In my own apartment, on the couch I was spending many hours chilling, with a guy who had become a good buddy of mine, there was a much more intimate feel to whatever we were doing.
"Born ready." I replied, making my cock obscenely throb in my boxer shorts.
Logan caught the inviting twitch on camera.
My audience would love that!
"You should talk dirty to me... I mean, that's the guy's request... He wants you to talk down on him, call him a faggot and whatnot, making him feel like you own him..."
I puffed.
Funny how Logan had disregarded to share this slight detail from the message until he was in position, on his knees between my hairy legs, the camera on a tripod right next to his hand, facing my pulsating cock.
"Sure, let's go, cunt!" I replied playfully, getting into the role.
His face got a little red.
Logan might have been a gym rat, large biceps and large frame, he was a big bottom nonetheless.
He was a cool friend but I could sense his gaze upon me ever since the first time we had hit the locker-rooms together.
To be fair, and I had told this story already, I was the one making sure he would stare right at my junks that day! I suppose I had been an exhib from the very beginning.
Still, Logan had it hot for me and I could sense his excitement as he was getting closer to the steamy object of his desire.
As I said, there had to be perks to all his hard work managing me.
Logan finally set the camera to free his hands, - he would need them -, and slightly trembling, he grabbed the waistbands of my underwear.
The slight contact of his fingers against my lower chest sent shivers in my spine.
Once again, the feeling of playing with the limits was making this so much hotter for some reason.
"Slide it down, faggot, you know what you want!" I told him.
Logan swallowed his saliva.
It was a shame that the video had to be shot from the point of view of the guy servicing me, because my own view was not so bad either.
The muscle boy turned into an obedient little bitch... Fucking sexy!
He did as he was told, and very slowly, Logan pulled down the underwear.
A thick stain of precum was now visible where my cockhead was ending, right at the top of the fabric, below the waistbands.
