Silver Fox Ch. 18

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 18: Three Bedrooms

It was decided, Nick and I would both be moving to Los Angeles.

We had about a week to sort things out before getting on the one-way plane.

How crazy was that?

Although, honestly, as I got ready, I realized that just like Nick, I did not have much keeping me in my hometown.

In fact, I had way more reasons to leave Kansas than to stay there.

No more judging looks, no more reminders of my old life with Karen (that bitch!), no more redneck's mentality.

Let's get the fuck out of there!

I still decided to keep my apartment.

I felt better knowing that I had a safety net waiting for me, - just in case -, even if it was a shitty one.

I would think about renting it to someone else or selling it only if my new life in California would prove to be a good fit. In the meantime, I had to be mindful.

I guess this was another perk of age, knowing the value of money and taking smart chances instead of inconsiderate risks.

Anyway, because Nick had already picked the place, I did not have much to do except from deciding whether I was taking some furniture there with me or not.

In the end, we barely took anything with us to travel and it felt even more like a fresh start.

Nick and I did announce to our followers that we would be moving to L. A. together and we got more DMs asking to collab.

That guy Rico was relentless in wanting to have Nick as the first guy he would ever fuck.

As if his virgin ass should not belong to me!

We produced less content during the pre-moving period as Nick was quite busy saying his goodbyes to some of his high-school buddies and was rarely home at night.

From mocking him for starting an x-rated business, they were now very envious of his success and I think Nick only wanted to rub it in their faces.

His success I mean, not his cock.

On my side, it was mainly about leaving Jimmy behind.

He was my only friend in town and I could tell that if me leaving the company had made him a little sad, knowing that I would be leaving for good was an even harder pill to swallow.

As for Logan, he did not say anything but it was obvious that he was not super happy about the news.

I mean, he was not living in the same town but he was a Kansas boy, just like us.

California was not an easy trip to make, and more importantly, we were now at a stage where we needed some help by a true professional.

Trust me, I did not want to stop working with Logan but his boyfriend Bernardo had made it clear that he would not let him quit his job to become a porn manager and the fact of the matter was, we needed someone to manage us full time.

We were missing on too many opportunities and if Nick and I were taking the leap to move to a big city so we could expend our activities much more, we could not half-ass do this.

For instance, I had missed the message of an old friend in my DMs only because I was too overwhelmed with requests.

Guess what? Mitchell had been writing to do another meet-in-person with his husband Louis.

"We can see you've moved on to spicier things and we were thinking that maybe you would like to try these new experiences with us..."

I felt like I owed that to them.

Dominating the two clients had opened a whole new realm of possibilities for me and honestly, I sort of wanted to see Mitchell and Louis again, now that I was feeling much more comfortable with my sexuality.

My dick got hard reading the message and since I was about to leave for good, it was now or never.

Not to even mention that Mitchell was offering a big amount of money for my services.

"Tomorrow 6PM. You guys are free?"

I replied while stroking my dick at the thought.

Dear Lord, I had changed.

Or maybe, I was finally being my real self.

It is quite astonishing to realize how your perspective on sex can change once you stop caring about the social norms or go beyond what you have always considered as "normal".

What does normal even mean?

It is not that I had never been attracted to a hot guy in a tight pair of jeans when I was younger, but more like my brain did not really register this piece of information as it was deemed irrelevant at the time.

I would never fuck a guy anyway, right? So why bother with that thought?

Now that getting on with a dude was definitely on the table, I was recognizing these thoughts as well as my excitement, and more than that, I definitely wanted to act on them.

With Nick, I definitely learned to enjoy being intimate with another man.

I guess I should point out that we never really talked about what had happened after my birthday dinner though.

What was the point?

We had fun and this did not have to mean anything. It should not have.

The idea of getting anything serious on with Nick was simply ridiculous.

Anyway, as planned, I got to Michell and Louis' home the next day.

We did not have a clear idea of what we were going to do exactly, except from taking things a step further from whatever we had done the last time I had been there.

Knocking at the door, it gave me strange reminders of the time, - not so long prior -, where I was just an employee coming in for a long day of hard work doing their tiles and whatnot.

"Well, hello, Silver Fox." Mitchell greeted with me a smirk.

He was dressed very casually, a grey shirt, a pair of black jeans.

I am not sure what I was expecting but the last time, thing had escalated very quickly and I had found him strapped on his dining table.

"How are you doing Mitchell?"

I took the lead by hugging him in a more handsy way than what would have been appropriate between friends.

Let's just say it, I firmly grabbed his ass through his pants.

"Oh... I... I'm fine... I'm glad to see you again."

I walked in, showing immediately that I had grown to be much more confident than before.

"I'm glad to be here as well. Where's your hubby? Strapped to a heater? Or already naked in the bedroom?"

Mitchell gulped.

He was loving this though, I could tell.

I did too. I loved being Silver Fox, dom daddy, all over again.

"He... He's not here yet. He's texted me, he's on the way from work."

I put my hand on his cheek.

There was no hesitation in the way I was carrying myself and coming at him.

"It's just the two of us then." I stated.

Mitchell nodded yes.

I was driving him crazy and that sole fact was making me horny.

I slightly caressed his face; I could almost feel his heart beating faster in his chest and his dick growing in his jeans.

Mine was reacting as well.

"I... I don't think Louis would mind if we were to start before him."

"You know what we say? Delay breeds danger. His loss."

"Yes. That's true."

"So, what are you waiting for? You paid for one hour. You shouldn't miss a single second, how am I still fully clothed?"

I was a whore and I was enjoying this very much.

It is hard to explain, but the more outrageous I was being, the more liberated I was feeling, and the hornier I was getting!

"Yes, sir. You're absolutely right."

Mitchell put his shaky hands on my jacket.

I was wearing a brown fancy one, - brand new, I could offer myself some gifts thanks to my new lifestyle -, and a black tank-top below it.

He took the jacket off delicately and even put it on a hanger.

I appreciated how careful he was being with my clothes.

"Good boy."

Before going any further, he grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom.

That was naughty, the marital bed!

I let him do his thing and I waited for my sleeveless top to come off. He continued undressing me slowly until he was caressing my bare furry chest.

"You seem even hairier than last time."

"People seem to like my salt and pepper hair. Why would I deny them the pleasure? I let it grow naturally."

His hand lingered against my lower stomach, getting closer to my pubes.

I was still wearing my pants but my hard-on was difficult to conceal.

"You've done the right thing, opening the FansVips, doing this for your fans... You're giving so much pleasure to the world."

I touched his cheek again.

"What a beautiful way to look at it. Now, unbutton my pants, Mitch. Fetch my cock."

"May I... May I touch it?"

"Obviously. I am asking you to."

Mitchell got on his knees and I stared at him as he was finally getting to my hardening dick.

I may have still be wearing my pants but I had made sure not to have any underwear on.

He noticed as soon as he started opening up the fly.

"Wow..."

It was a small gasp, but just that, this spontaneous sound of amazement got me reeling.

This was exactly what I wanted, being praised, being admired, being taken care of and worshiped...

He grabbed my cock tentatively and stroked it until it, - rapidly -, reached full mast.

"How do you like Silver Fox' big toy?"

He looked up towards me.

"Beautiful."

My cock twitched in his hand.

I took a step back to remove all my clothes off and once I was naked, I sat on his bed and I glanced at the wedding picture.

Mitchell and Louis were handsome grooms.

Although, Mitchell looked better his tongue stuck out and on all-fours, ready to swallow me, than in a suit.

I spread my legs to expose myself even further.

"Now, boy, suck."

"Yes... Thank God, yes..."

I wondered what it would feel like to be blown by a guy who was not Nick.

Spoiler alert: it was great!

Mitchell may have seemed hesitant at first but now, confronted to my leaking dick, he was swallowing my rod without any second thought.

"Hmmm... Dang... Mitchell, you hungry boy."

"Grrl..."

He was already pushing himself to suck it deep. Very deep.

Lucky Louis, I thought.

He had snatched a skilled cock-sucker for life.

"Yes, man... Get in there... Fuck... You wanted this real bad, eh?!"

"Fffyes."

I thrusted my pelvis a bit but even that did not seem to startle him.

Mitchell was a damn professional dick-swallower.

He was not doing some crazy fast-paced bobbing up and down but he was going deep and he was staying there for a long time.

Like, the guy was doing apnoea or something.

I was impressed.

I grabbed his chestnut hair and I fucked his face slowly.

"Yes, swallow my big fat bone... How better does it taste, compared to your hubby?"

With teary eyes, Mitchell pulled away only to reply.

"So much better, Silver Fox."

My precum was drooling from his lips.

I rubbed my cock all over his face.

He looked better with the slime dripping all over him.

"Nice boy, now get back on my pole. You need to keep up the good work!"

"Yes, sir."

He obliged and went straight at it, going back with the long deepthroats and showcasing his incredible gag reflex.

By this point, I was only mindful of not cumming too fast.

I had been paid for a full hour and I intended to be on the top of my game for the full time.

If you have read the story so far, you know how seriously I take my work ethic.

It was getting difficult to control myself though, but thankfully, something happened which was a good distraction to prevent me from ejaculating too soon.

As my nine-inch truncheon was buried deep inside Mitchell's throat, his husband barged into their bedroom.

I had not even heard him coming home.

For a split second there, I was properly terrified.

It took me a moment to remember that this was all fine and part of the plan.

When Louis knelt down without a word and pushed his husband's face onto my cock even further, it became obvious that this was very much part of the scheduled sex session.

"I can see you've started to have fun without me!" Louis scolded his husband playfully, while still making him choke on my huge cock.

"Guys... Fuck..." I mumbled.

The blowjob was hot but the cuckhold scenario was even hotter.

Maybe it would be even harder not to nut after all.

For some reason, I was glancing back at their wedding picture often.

Look at what I was making them do!

"You wanna taste it, babe?"

Mitchell had finally let go of my dick and was offering it to Louis. It was like they were sharing my cock like a lollipop.

Louis did not reply.

Instead, he made out hardcore with his husband and then, with his tongue out, he slowly slid down to my cock until they were semi-kissing and semi-blowing my dick at the same time.

One of them also grabbed my balls and the other started to stroke the base of my dick.

The tingling sensations were coming from everywhere.

I could not believe I was the one being paid for this while they were the ones working so hard at making me feel so damn good.

In all fairness, my cock was the tastiest candy they could have ever enjoyed and this was a rare offering.

There were only the second and third men to ever touch it with their tongues.

The blowjob was sloppy, messy, and everything you could have expected from two horned-up dogs.

I made it last, entertaining them before I would not be able to stop myself from cumming by making them suck on my toes, - one foot each -, slurped on my nipples, and licked my stinky armpits.

They loved every single step of that scenario.

I was taking all the attention in and they were living for it, using me as a human sex doll.

Maybe I should have told them about the replica of my cock.

I did not bring it that day but they placed an order about a month later when it was up to buy.

See, I would not be living nearby, but they would still have a version of my cock to play with during their dull evenings. How cool was that?!

I am not sure there are much more to say about this encounter.

I ploughed their faces standing up, lying down, and sitting down. They even milked me from behind while one was licking my ass and the other sucking my cock.

I was turned into a damn cow.

I did consider fucking them both in the ass, - I mostly wanted to fuck Louis as he was supposed to be the top in their relationship, that thought was turning me on -, but ultimately, I could not do it.

Not because that would feel "too gay", I was definitely ready to fuck another dude in the butt.

There was simply something in me that would not let me fuck any other ass before Nick...

I am aware; I really had a problem with my roommate.

Like, the double blowjob was awesome but it did not feel as exhilarating as when Nick was the one doing it.

In the end, I showered the two hubbies with my thick cum, -- I sprayed their faces like a pro -, and I let them fight to see who would catch the most juice.

That was sort of funny if I am being honest.

Afterwards, I just left them there.

They insisted on paying although I was not so sure I could accept their money given how much of a good time I had had.

They did slide some cash in my pocket and I thanked them.

It was all and all a great evening, but when I came back home, I realized that the night was still young.

I caught Nick jerking off for a video.

Well, the camera was on but maybe it was just an excuse to jack off.

Or maybe, he was doing this out of spite since he knew I was cheating on him (so to speak) with not one, but two loyal clients that day.

He knew Mitchell and Louis as well but they had not called on him to take part of the fun.

I bet he was jealous in more ways than one.

Not that I was judging him, I had been fuming at the thought of Nick collaborating with other FansVips models.

He seemed way too interested in that!

I had also put my veto on Rico to be living with us in Los Angeles.

I pretended that we would have to meet multiple candidates and make a choice from there but I simply did not want another guy with a huge cock sharing our flat, and potentially, sharing Nick.

Anyway, here he was, stroking his cock and here I was, getting all turned on less than forty minutes after having jizzed all overt Mitchell and Louis' faces.

Nick hit pause on the camera when he saw me but he kept his hand on his hard cock.

"How was it?"

I looked for a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"Nice. Got my first double blowjob."

I grinned at him.

"Lucky you..."

"Why? You're jealous?"

"I'm still waiting for my single blowjob... But eh... I guess I'll have more opportunities in L. A."

He was playing me but I took the bait.

He had hit a sensitive cord there, threatening to get some by a perfect stranger.

I was meant to be the one, right? Just like Nick was meant to be the first asshole I would ever fuck.

"Maybe you should just ask for it, politely."

I caught the smile, slightly appearing at the corner of his lips.

He stroked his cock again.

"Bruce? Really?"

"What?"

Once again, I was pretending to be more naïve than I was.

"I thought you weren't ready for this."

"I just got paid to fuck two guys' throats. People evolve."

Nick was sitting on a chair, he fully turned towards me and he spread his legs.

"Are you ready now? There are many guys who'd be willing to pay a lot to see this."

I swallowed my saliva.

How was I still hard after the evening I had already gone through?

Yet, my cock was definitely moving in my pants, line an untameable beast.

"See what exactly?"

"I really have to say it? Silver Fox, getting on his knees, turning into a submissive."

Upon his words, I removed my jacket and got on all fours.

It was like Nick had casted a spell on me, even though, the spell had probably been thrown my way months prior.

I was addicted.

"What else would people like?" I asked, crawling towards him.

Nick's cock was reacting to the sight. My eyes were locked on the target.

"They... I bet, they'd like to see you suck my dick."

"Is the camera on?"

He pressed play and turned it towards his crotch.

"It is now..."

"And what would you like, Wild Nick? What would make you happy?"

"Blow my hard cock, Silver Fox."

I stuck my tongue out.

Not only did I not mind looking like a slut, but I was feeling a perverted joy to shock and drive Nick's crazy... alongside the hundreds of subscribers that would see that video later on.

As it turned out, millions would see it, as a short clip from my first blowjob would become viral online.

Even this, I did not care.

Watch me.

Judge me.

Wank over me.

I was done with the social norms. I wanted to live my life as a free (filthy) man.

I got closer to the excited dick. I watched a pearl of precum dripped against Nick's smooth balls.

"I'll take this cock in my mouth, I'll swallow it so good, you'll cum inside my throat in no time."

It seemed like even in this position, I could not help myself from sounding dominant.

What were these types of people called again? Power bottoms or something? Well, I was not really a bottom yet.

Shit.

I had thought it.

Would I really go down that path too? Some day?

I ignored the thought of a potential sodomy in the far future to focus on what was happening now. It was big of a leap enough.

"Suck me, Bruce... Please..." Nick begged in a whisper.

Once again, it was one of those times where I knew for sure that he wanted it and that his request had nothing to do with the cameras, our viewers, or the money.

I did have a moment of realization myself as my lips got even closer to his exposed cockhead, his foreskin was retracted already.

I thought about my ex-wife, Karen, what would she think?

Whatever, I opened my mouth and just I had promised, I swallowed.

Nick was not as big as me, but for a first dick, I had not chosen the easiest model either.

Rather thick, more than seven inches long, hard as a rock as I was going down on him, thankfully, it was also slippery with precum and that helped getting through.

I quickly added my saliva to make my lollipop slimier... and tastier.

"Hmmm... Damn... That's crazy!"

Why was he surprised?

I had warned Nick that I would go for it, for real.

I wanted to make him cum fast, to prove my point that he could resist me.

It was me sucking but it felt so surreal it was like I was playing a role or something. In a way, I was. In another, I was very much my true self.

I did exactly what I liked being done on myself.

Slow back-and-forth motions, going in deep, alternating with quicker blows of the tip only, massaging the balls at the same time or groping the base, for Nick, I could add one or a couple fingers up his asshole as well.

I had already savoured his precum and even his cum many times prior so I was not surprised by how it tasted; it was mainly the acknowledgment of having an actual cock in my mouth which was making this so taboo.

So exciting too.

I got my dick out my pants and jerked off again while swallowing his dick.

Simultaneously, I felt the hands of Nick groping my hair.

I could not be mad at that; I would always end up drilling him hard while holding his face or his hair when he was the one on his knees.

Nick was not face-fucking me though, he remained still on his chair and he let me do all the work.

When I looked above to check him out, his eyes were shut and he seemed in a profound state of pleasure.

I was glad!

And my jaw started to ache too...

How were those guys blowing me for so long earlier?!

Maybe I was too old for this shit...

Luckily, Nick was already so close to cum that it was turning into the last stretches of the marathon.

I knew exactly how to finish him off.

I shoved two fingers up his ass, - going deep -, starting very intense back-and-forth inside his anal cavity, all the while deepthroating him as best as I could until, miraculously, my nose hit his stomach.

Frankly, I could hardly believe what I was doing.

My nostrils against his blond pubes, I was losing my mind!

Nick did not warn me about it, but he did not have to since I knew for sure the cum would start flying off and believe me, it did!

From both his cock and mine!

A freaking milky firework in my apartment. A great way to say it goodbye, I suppose.

I ended my blowjob once I had swallowed every droplet of cum.

It was thick, warm and creamy in my throat.

"Thanks, Silver Fox..."

Nick grabbed the camera and turned it off.

I licked my teeth.

"Thank you, Nick. I'm sure those are good proteins."

We chuckled awkwardly.

Nick seemed about to say something but he did not.

Instead, he went to take a shower.

That night where I sucked a dick for the first time was also the last night I would spend in my apartment.

I did not know it yet but soon, I would have no reason to keep it as a plan B.

Our plane for L. A. was meant to fly the next evening meaning that for once, neither Nick nor I produce any content so we could get ready for the departure.

I passed by Jimmy's house to say good-bye and I gifted his kids with a few presents.

Although Doreen was not a fan of my new career's choices, she did wish me all the best in my endeavours.

Jimmy pretended he was fine but I could tell that me leaving was hitting him harder than he let through.

He told me again how Mike Porter was driving him insane on the worksites.

I really felt bad for him... My time as a construction worker seemed to belong to another lifetime.

I did not dare to joke, - or to seriously suggest -, that he joined us in the content creation world in front of Doreen.

The last day in Kansas was otherwise rather uneventful until the very last moment before we left.

Like an extra twist on my already hectic life, someone knocked at the door while Nick and I were shutting the lights and getting the luggage to the entrance.

I opened the door, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"I've just left Bernardo. I couldn't take it anymore!"

Logan was right there, apparently very shaken up, a large blue bag in his hands.

He had taken a few things, hoped in his car, and he had driven for nearly two hours to my soon-to-be-former apartment.

"Logan? Are you okay?"

Stupid question, I know.

He looked like he had cried.

"I am... I... I'm fine but I had to go. I could not keep on living with restrictions and judgment... I... I needed to be free. Bernardo has been an asshole for months, like... Oh... Dang, I swear I had to lead."

"Wow. That's big..."

I hugged him.

"I'm sorry to barge on you like that."

"Okay, look, you can come in but... We're about to leave, we have a plane to catch."

"I know! I wanted to... That's why I left today... That was the freaking push I needed. I kept on thinking about you guys, flying to L. A., starting a new exciting life and me being excluded from it. I told Bernardo no matter what I wanted to do this full time now and he... Well, he didn't take it well."

I tightened my embrace; He seemed on the edge of breaking down.

I was confused but I wanted to be there for him.

"I'm so sorry." I spoke.

I felt guilty too.

For months, I had been testing Logan's relationship but trust me, it was not intentional. The last thing I wanted was for them to actually break up.

"This needed to happen." He repeated multiple times.

Logan wiped some tears which were now falling on his cheeks.

"Lucky, we have three bedrooms in the new flat and one of them is available. Let's go!"

That was Nick behind us; I had not even realized that he had been listening up to the conversation.

His lighter tone came as a gift and lifted a weight off my shoulders.

Maybe, it was not that bad.

Maybe even, that news was the best thing that could have happened.

"He's right. Obviously, you're welcomed to come with us!" I immediately bounced back. "If you want to."

Logan took a deep breath.

"Let's go then!"

"You're sure?"

"No. But what do I have to lose? What do we have to lose?!"

I smiled and hugged him again, so tight.

The manager and his two talents, all living together in Los Angeles, working to become proper, - and hopefully wealthy -, pornstars, how could any of this go wrong?!