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 23: Daily Life of a Pornstar
We filmed a couple more videos with Jimmy before he had to leave the following Sunday night.
On the first clip, Nick and I were roleplaying the parts of construction workers being "kidnapped" by the Pink Burglar who was making us do all kind of sexual acts.
That was a lot of fun!
Jimmy had to talk for the sake of the roleplay and it was hilarious to hear his character's deep and very unnatural voice.
He was trying, but not succeeding, to sound like Batman.
We had to redo the intro a bunch of times before really getting into the scene, proving once again that I was not made for scripted erotic content.
In the end, the shooting got gradually spicier and Jimmy got into it more than I thought he would.
He asked Nick and I to stroke and then to blow each other's dicks (which was part of the planned scenario), but he also asked Nick to shove a large dildo up my ass (which had definitely not been discussed beforehand).
I was more than fine with that plot twist though.
Jimmy had been on the first row to witness how much I had enjoyed fucking myself with a toy after all.
So there, I ended up experiencing my second anal orgasm on video.
In fact, it was even better than my first time since I did not have to do all the work of shoving the silicon dildo back-and- forth in my ass. Nick was in charge of hitting my prostate.
What did I have to complain about?
I was also treated with an amazing sloppy rimjob before Nick even started fucking my ass.
"Fucking", so to speak, of course. He never went inside of me with his actual dick.
I was still a virgin.
A curious one, but a 47 years-old anal virgin nonetheless.
In the second video that we shot right before he left, it was only Jimmy and I.
We were supposed to fool around with each other and once again, my best buddy surprised me and got really into the scene.
Naked from shoulders to toes, the Pink Burglar was rubbing himself onto me, lodging his semi-hard dick in my ass-crack, oiling me up, sniffing my armpits and playing with my feet.
But more importantly, he spanked my ass countless of times before shooting his (huge) loads onto my ass cheeks.
I should specify, after a bit of foreplay, Jimmy had spent most part of the shooting stroking himself behind me.
My poor ass cheeks had turned purple from his spanking... and then, they were painted white with the unreal amount of jizz Jimmy was able to produce.
"Dang. Maybe I've gone a little too far on you Brucey!" He spoke once we were done.
"Fuck, Jim! When you go for a slap, you don't hold back!"
"Yeap... And when I cum, I' don't really hold back either."
"That's very true, you know."
We were giggling like idiots.
Thinking of which, maybe I should have caught that Jimmy had a thing for my bum.
He visibly wanted to involve my butt in every single content we were recording.
I assumed that he was simply getting curious.
Once again, I could not really blame in.
And more than that, things were going exactly according to plan as I was hoping for Jimmy to change his career path, just like I did a few months prior.
How could would it be for the two of us to live this journey together?!
From this point on, Jimmy started doing his own thing from Kansas, using his secret identity to remain discreet.
As expected, the Pink Burglar was a big hit.
I mean, the exposition he had from being featured on my social media and FansVips combined to his pretty incredible ejaculation power put him on the map right away.
But for now, Jimmy was only accepting to shoot custom contents for a handful of selected clients.
Either Logan or myself were venting them to make sure they were trustworthy and liable.
My buddy was definitely walking in my footsteps, producing similar content to what I was doing when I had become viral on TikTok: mainly feet and a few jerk-off videos.
Dang, this seemed to belong to another lifetime entirely...
In the meantime, Nick losing his virginity was, - no surprise there -, our best-selling video to date, and by a large margin.
Our number of followers, fans, and subscribers had been growing exponentially since we had moved to Los Angeles but the sex-tape was another game-changer and got the both us in another dimension of notoriety.
I was about to pass the one million followers mark throughout all my platforms.
That was a damn incredible milestone!
Even though some people were following me on various social medias and therefore this aggregated number did not mean much, I still had hundreds of thousands of people, - almost exclusively gay males -, following me.
Who would have ever thought?
The release of the sex-tape also got more professional studios interested in Nick and I, and in me in particular.
Once again, I am not saying this to brag.
I am just stating the truth.
Nick was very popular but his "twink" profile was much more common in the industry compared to mine, meaning that it remained harder for him to make a big name for himself.
The old Nick would have been jealous of my success for sure, but as of late, my roommate did not seem that obsessed with beating me up in terms of followers or money.
It was like he had given up on ever reaching my level of fame while it had virtually been his life-goal for the last six months.
He was also posting less and less which was weirding me out.
Oddly, ever since I had fucked him, we had been less close.
Maybe he had gotten what he had wanted from me and that was it? Or maybe, his new "chill" friends were the ones taking him away from me?
Either way, I gave Nick the space he needed and I focused on the work.
I had a lot to do anyway.
Living in California, I was shooting multiple scenes a day.
As Logan would say, we had to strike the iron while it was hot and, lately, it had been so damn hot I could have burnt myself.
And as you can imagine, I did not only beat the iron!
I agreed to collab with a few more women and a few more guys, but I refused to fuck any other dude.
Partly because I wanted this privilege to be reserved to Nick, - even though I was wondering if he was not already getting some dick elsewhere -, but also partly because, business wise, Silver Fox fucking a dude had to remain an exceptional event.
We had to make every sodomy count.
Besides, Logan was already negotiating on my behalf my next male-on-male fuck scene, exclusive to one of these professional studios.
He was mentioning barely believable numbers for my rate just to be featured and that made my head spin a little.
The money was getting very real, and very crazy.
I was not only performing x-rated content online, I was becoming a proper pornstar.
When the biggest name in the industry, Carlos Sanchez, started following me, I knew that I had made it.
He was only supporting the established models and would never have given me the slightest attention if I had not been a "star" already.
It came to the point where every time I was going out, I felt like people were looking at me as if they had already seen me naked.
Okay, it might have only been my paranoid and egotistic mind talking but there were for sure people whispering behind my back, or poorly hiding their phones to snap a stolen picture of me at the gym or at the supermarket.
Sometimes, they were not so subtle as some guys had no problem stopping me in the streets for a picture or even an autograph.
I did not even know sex workers could be asked to sign anything!
To be fair, I did sign most of my "autographs" on bare asses and even one time, on a flaccid cock.
I am not sure people ask that from Leonardo Dicaprio.
Maybe they do.
Honestly, I was working so much that it was difficult to know what I was truly feeling about this new-found fame.
I was getting everything I had worked so hard for and I had countless opportunities to choose from, but dang, this was an adjustment.
Was I thriving in my new life or was this too overwhelming?
Sometimes, I wanted to stop it all, just to breathe.
And at other times, I felt like I was the freaking king the world. (See, talking of Leonardo Dicaprio.)
It was hard to complain when I could have the hottest guys in California on their knees, wrapping their mouths around my erected cock at the slightest snap of my fingers.
I did not miss my old life, that was for sure.
My over-heating shitty apartment, - which I had just decided to sell for good -, my exhausting work, Mike Porter, my ex-wife...
Talking of Karen, she finally got the word out about my new career.
She never contacted me directly but I knew this because his lawyer of a husband was following me.
I almost fell from my chair when I recognized him among my followers.
He was not even discreet about it!
He was liking my posts on social media (not subbed to the FansVips though) with his actual lawyer account.
A few days later, I understood why.
The prick wanted to offer me his services at his law firm. Can you believe it?
Apparently, they had a department specialized in protecting people from leaks and counterfeiting of their (x-rated) works and they could be of "great help to secure my copyright and financial interests".
Did that fool not remember that I had punched his face once? And I had gone hard at it, thinking I had even broken his nose back then.
I was certain that he could not stand me but I suppose that he had a pretty good idea of how money I was making and I imagine that I had become too much of a big fish to miss on.
Maybe his boss had even urged him to try to get his wife's ex-husband to the firm. I liked to think so.
Heck, I told him to say hello to Karen for me and that I would consider his offer.
I also sent him the video of my sextape with the red-head I had fucked a few weeks prior, just to remind him of how good at sex I was.
Frankly, I was just being a jerk because when I was with Karen, I had no idea on how to use my fat cock and I was certainly not great in bed.
Still, I hated the motherfucker and I could not resist toying with him.
In the end, I would never agree to be helped by his law firm but I enjoyed watching him beg.
The small pleasures in life, you know.
Some people might have called this karma...
As the weeks went by, I found my routine in the craziness which had become my daily life.
Being a pornstar had become my new normal.
I was waking up early, before 7 am, to go to the gym first thing in the morning.
