Silver Fox Ch. 23

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.

At 47, I needed at least that to keep somewhat in good shape, especially considering my job and the expectations of my subscribers.

The comparison to the L. A. hunks working out next to me, half my age and obsessed with their bodies, kind of hurt but I used them as a source of motivation instead of bemoaning my age.

Once back from the gym, I was usually going through a few meetings either with Logan or potential partners, brands, or collabs.

If I did not have any one to discuss business with, I was going through my mails, DMs, and requests for customs.

In the afternoon, I was mostly shooting content, sometimes it lasted up to the evening.

Solo, or with men, women, and everything in between.

As I said, I was not properly fucking the men because I was still waiting for a good proposal from a studio, but believe me, we found ways to have fun.

I dabbled a few times into my submissive side but generally, I was the dominant one, getting serviced by fame-eager studs, or sluts, or both.

For one special video, a group of six male models trying to have their big break on FansVips served me during a full hour live.

They were alternating between licking my feet, sucking my dick and my balls, eating my hole, fingering me, and sometimes all of the above at the same time.

I have to admit, this was one of my favourite contents to shoot, when I had all these bitches at my feet, ready to obey simply for the sake of gaining followers themselves.

Unfortunately, though, Nick was missing that day, as well as for a few other things.

Even Logan noticed it as Nick was starting to plan his own projects and collabs, not letting Logan know about them.

For the time being, and as I was still battling with my "feelings" for him, I chose to ignored my jealousy and disappointment.

Was I even allowed to feel that?

Thankfully, Logan was there to keep me sane and I think I played the same role for him.

Between the move, the money, the fame and all of these people ready to get in our beds, we were getting rather close to losing our minds.

We had to keep each other feet on the ground, making sure we were not doing anything we would regret or more simply, acting like assholes.

See, I was not cool with my ex-wife's new hubby, but other than that, I tried to remain decent all throughout my journey.

Even the guys I was dominating for the sake of content, I was always making sure I was nice to them between the takes and that everyone was enjoying their time with me.

And every time I was starting to act like a diva, Logan was there to remind me of where I came from and of my values.

It was also good to have someone with whom I had a normal, - non sexually based -, relationship.

We did slip up once or twice, but mainly, we were only good friends.

Okay... I should not have said that.

Now, I suppose you all want to know about those times we slipped up?

Honestly, it was not much but it was pretty intense when it happened.

The first time was a few days after Jimmy had come to visit us.

I was supposed to shoot something with an up-and-coming guy but the moron stood me up at the last minute and Logan and I found ourselves in the studio, the camera ready, but no one to suck my dick.

What else were we supposed to do?

Inspired by the Pink Burglar, Logan put on a silly Venetian eye-mask (you know those ridiculous eyes-wide shut type of masks) and he got on his knees.

I sort of assumed that this would happen one day or another so I just spread my legs and told him to go for it.

You only live once, is not that what the young people say?

Logan was an excellent cock-sucker.

He had been waiting for it for months and I could definitely feel it in the way he was making love to my dong.

Nothing to do with the gay for pay dudes who were blowing me for the clouts.

Logan was there to make love to my junks and to show me what he was made of.

He went deep, hard, and he knew exactly how to service a nine-inch rod.

Once, he had confessed to me that his ex, Bernardo, was blessed with a huge dick and that it was one of the reasons why it had been tedious to accept to give up on him, even when their relationship was going south.

Still, I was surprised of how rough Logan could be.

Mid-through his blowjob, he let go of my cock to ask me:

"Silver Fox, I was supposed to record a face-fuck tonight, what are you waiting for? The viewers would love that!"

"What the hell, man?"

"Blowing you is all good and fun, but come on! Let's make this a little more interesting!"

"Don't push me or I might go a little too hard on you." I warned him.

He spat on my cock and stroked it harder as he kept taunting me.

"Please, I've seen you in this position many times before... You're a softie..."

"Oh really? You think so?"

He was feeling my balls, driving me crazy.

"I've dealt with bigger and rougher than you."

"You're playing with fire, man."

"Try me then. Gimme what you've got!"

I slapped his face.

Logan largely smiled.

"Nice. One more time? Harder?"

I think it is important to note that Logan would edit this part out of the video, meaning that ultimately, it was just for him and not for show.

I spat on his face and I slapped him again, harder.

"You fucking bitch!"

He kissed my cock as a thank you.

"That's what I like... Hmmm..."

He wanted rough, he would have it rough!

I spat right on his face, ruining the Venetian mask.

"Open up your mouth. No. Not like this, wide! WIDER, BITCH!"

Logan obliged and showed me his uvula.

Or as Nicky Minaj would have said, that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of his throat

I could feel how excited he was now, when I was acting so dominant.

Some guys are into being humiliated and degraded, what can I do aside from giving them exactly what they want?

This time around, I spat right in his mouth and I stood up.

So far, he was sucking me off as I was sitting on a stool.

No more!

I grabbed his wrists, pulled him over to the other side of the room, and I pinned him up against the wall.

"Yes, Bruce! I like that!"

I realized we were not being filmed anymore.

"Wait, let me grab the cameras..." I said, getting out of character.

Logan groped my ass with both his hands to hold me where I was.

"Who cares?"

He was beaming at me.

At this point, I snatched the mask out of his face and I started rubbing my dripping cock all over his lips and cheeks.

He has switched the dominant side on and he would have to suffer the consequences.

"Listen to me, man. You're not my manager tonight. You're not my friend either. You're my obedient little toy!"

The more I was painting him with my precum, the more he seemed to like it.

Frankly, after all this time and everything he had done for me, it felt only right to give him the proper Bruce experience.

I pulled his hair and I started face-fucking him, just like he deserved.

Logan had gotten me way too horned-up and I was about to cum.

Thank God for my training during that year, I could control myself.

"Yes... Fuck... That's right... Help me work out this thick, creamy load that I've had stored up in my balls!"

His gagging sounds as I was ploughing his throat were so fucking hot, just like the single tear dripping from his eyes.

Not only that, it was the first time in months that I was doing anything sexual, just for the sake of doing it and not for the subscribers.

Even a pornstar needs his recreational time!

After five minutes of intense throat-fuck, I let the guy breathe.

I thought he would have had enough but Logan was truly full of surprises.

I understood how and why he was getting so many dates lately! The man was a catch in the sack.

"Let's go to my bed, I have an idea." He spoke, semi-panting.

"Your bed?"

My cock twitched but I did not know if I wanted to fuck him.

There was Nick in my mind but aside from that, Logan was a friend, I did not want things to get weird.

As if, this was not already weird.

"Trust me, it'll be cool."

Logan was the one leading me to the bedroom.

Turned out I was not that dominant after all.

To be fair, during six months of experimenting with sex, kinks, and fetishes, it became quite clear that the so-called submissives were often the ones truly in control in this type of situations.

I followed him with my dick pointing the way.

I was expecting Logan to give me his ass but he did not even take off his pants.

Instead, he lied down on the bed upside down and he let his head hung from the very edge.

"Fuck... That is nice, indeed!"

The backwards throat-fuck is a porn classic and one that I have always enjoyed.

"You can put something on my face like a blindfold and I think we can record and air this. People will love that!"

Logan had spoken up with his manager voice.

He did, in fact, always have a plan.

The little break to find something to hide his face with (mostly his eyes), and to set up the camera was welcomed because I was about to lose it and nut way too quickly otherwise.

I think that being filmed in this case was part of the excitement for Logan and also, there was something even filthier in doing this blind-folded.

"Aren't you tired of the young incompetent fuckboys?"

"I am..."

"Now, open your mouth for a real man's girthy, hard, and dripping cock!"

There, I let go of all my inhibitions and I went rougher as I ever did with anyone else.

This was truthfully a face-fuck for the books and the Internet will probably still share this video 40 years from now!

Well, if the world still exists by then.

"Grrl... Grrl... Grrl..."

"Work that loads out of my balls, my man!"

"Grrl... Grrl... Grrl..."

"Accept that fat dick inside your throat. Take it all in!"

"Grrl... Grrl... Grrl..."

"Oh boy, you're making such a mess everywhere with your saliva."

"Grrl... Grrl... Grrl..."

"You're drooling on your blindfold, fucking bitch! Should I stop or keep going?!"

"Grrl... Fffplease... Flease... Keep... Keep going... More!"

"That's right my boy... Your mouth is my pussy tonight."

"Grrl... Grrl.. Grrl..."

"That's what you want! More of my big truncheon deep in your throat!"

I shoved my entire dick inside his mouth and I stayed there for a while, my balls fapping against his chin in that position.

When I released my grip, Logan's face was red but he also looked like the happiest gay man in the world.

"You want my cream now?"

"Yes, please! Yes!"

I was just too damn excited and I nutted deep inside his throat immediately after his request.

Logan spat most of my sperm out of his mouth until the cum was dripping upside down on his nose, the blindfold, and in his hair.

A whole mess.

"That was quite something!" I told Logan afterwards.

"Yeap... I... I don't know what came over me."

"You were horny?"

"Well yeah..."

We had a laugh.

"Look, man, it's been so long since you've been involved in the videos, it only makes sense you wanted to try the Bruce engine for yourself. We're good? No funny business between us?"

"We are good!"

"Sure?"

"I promise. I'm a mature man who knows how to deal with his feelings and separate sex from sentiments, I'm not you."

He winked at me.

I ignored his not-so-subtle reference to Nick and we hugged each other.

And as it was, we actually were good.

I think both Logan and I knew not to make of this more than it was, and our friendship was too important to jeopardize.

For the next couple of weeks, we did not do anything weird or remotely sexual.

Well, aside from the fact that he was filming me naked and stroking multiple times on the regular.

But I did say that we slipped up twice.

The second time is a much faster story and it nothing to do with the content I was shooting.

See, Logan was also smart enough to separate pleasure from work.

He had come back home with blue balls after one of his GrindR dates had turned out to be a catfish.

Dating in L. A. was not so easy after all.

Seeing how depressed and horny he was that night; I had spontaneously offered Logan a blowjob to comfort him.

Do not ever say that I am not a good friend!

I told him to sit back, relax, and I blew his dick. Just like that.

It more of a friend gesture, a bro giving a hand (or rather, in this case, a mouth) to another friend in need.

It was also good practice for me as my followers loved it when I had a cock in my mouth.

The blowjob was not memorable though as having the famous Silver Fox swallowing his cock got Logan to nut in less than a couple of minutes.

Something I would give him a hard time for, for the rest of his life.

The reason I remember that night is mainly for what happened afterwards.

My mouth full of cum, my nose still smashed against Logan's lower stomach, and my throat filled with his deflating junks, somebody walked in the living room.

"Wow, guys, what the fuck is going on here?!"

Nick was there.

I kept the cock in my mouth but I looked at him from the corner of my eyes.

He seemed annoyed to walk in on us like this, and I was glad if he was jealous.

He had not set foot in the apartment in the last couple of days so I did not feel like I was owning him anything.

Heck, I could have been fucking Logan deep in the ass, he would not have had the right to say a word!

Some cum spilled out and dripped on Logan's balls until I finally let go of his cock.

"We're just having fun. Why do you care?" I asked Nick.

I wondered if he could see the residue of semen on my teeth or against my left cheek as I spoke.

I hoped that he could.

"I... I don't... I just needed to talk to you guys."

I licked the corner of my lips.

Logan's cum tasted salty.

"About what?" I sounded a little harsher than I wished.

Officially, Nick and I were cool.

"I've got a massive proposal. I was at an event earlier with Carlos Sanchez and we talked. He has opened his own studio."

Logan put his dick back his jeans.

"Oh yeah, I know. I've been discussing with him about featuring Bruce for his first professional scene. I mentioned you as well of course!"

"Right, he told me about it. But I think we have a deal now."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

Nick came to us with his phone and showed us a text from Carlos.

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I read the number he was offering.

"That's for just the one scene?!" I asked, bewildered.

"It's aligned with the rates we've been discussing." Logan confirmed, proud.

"Wow! Dude! That's insane!"

I could not believe it, I read the text three times.

"I know, right?! This is something we cannot refuse, eh?"

"Of course not!"

"There's just one thing." Nick added.

I stopped jumping around, afraid of what was coming next.

"Yes?"

"He wants you to be the bottom in that scene. Well, you would fuck me again. But then, I would fuck you. That's why he's ready to pay, he wants to market the video as Silver Fox, losing his virginity."

I swallowed my saliva and I sat down.

I mean, I had just sucked a dick and taken a massive load in my throat.

"What do you think Bruce?" Logan asked me calmly.

He wanted to be sure I would make the right decision for me. I appreciated that about him too, he was not thinking about the money first.

"I mean... It's time to make a big splash, right? And I can't hardly see how I could make my bottoming debut more of an event than this."

"So, you're in?" Nick was looking at me, unsure.

I felt my hole twitching.

There I was, thinking Nick and I were losing each other and now... Everything was possible again.

Fucking him had been a game-changer for me, what if fucking me would do the same to him?!

"I definitely am in!"

[Last chapter coming soon]