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
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Chapter 1: The Birth of Silver Fox (Part 1)
Life starts at 46.
Or at the very least, that was true for me.
Before that, I seemed to be destined to live a pathetic and pretty unremarkable time on this Earth.
When I was 18, I got a job at the construction company where my father was working at. I was not very good in school but I could use my hands, and I was not afraid to work hard.
When I was 21, I got married to my high school sweetheart. Karen was a bitch and she cheated on me. Twice.
As far as I know.
I was divorced by the age of 30.
She kept the house that we had bought together, and that I had renovated by the sweat of my brow.
Good for her, she was a smart bitch, she had left me for a damn lawyer... She's got two kids with him now.
I moved into a small one-bedroom apartment downtown.
Purchasing this place got me into some serious debts and it was quite depressing living by my own, but the apartment was mine, and that was all that mattered at the time.
My parents both died when I was in my late thirties, - that was another kick in my sore butt -, and I realized that aside from my coworkers, I did not have much people to turn to.
No wife, no kids, no very close friends or family either.
My sister had not talked to me in years.
She had gotten involved with some drug dealer when she was in high school and she had already been locked-up for some time.
I had no idea where she lived or if she was still in prison. She had been the one cutting ties with us. She did not show up to either of our parents' funerals.
That was tough.
I was mostly alone but I was not totally single either; I was fucking my fair share of women.
Sue me, I had my needs and a strong sexual appetite!
Thankfully, I had the good looks to snatch some pussies for myself.
That being said, I could not trust women anymore. I had been burnt once, and I would not let that happen again. I was running away from any sort of serious relationship.
Maybe as a revenge for what had happened to me before, or maybe because it was the only way to ensure that those chicks would not get too attached, I mostly banged married women.
I would suck on their ring finger as I would drill them from behind, my dick buried in their pretty housewives' assholes.
Since the options were quite limited where I lived, I had some regular bitches on retainer.
It was awkward when I was running into their husbands at the grocery's store or at the gym.
I know, this is bad.
Never said that I was a nice or decent guy...
As I mentioned, my life was pretty pathetic back then.
When I celebrated my forty-sixth birthday, many things had not gone the way I had imagined them when I was younger.
I was stuck in the same town I had grown up in, in the middle of Kansas, I was by myself, working the same tiring job, the only difference was that the Porter kid had just taken over the company of his dad...
I was now bossed around by a freaking 23 years-old!
If you read this, Mike Porter, fuck you, deep in your tight arrogant ass!
Porter was a little brat who did not know shit about construction, but who had been plagued with the most annoying "know-it-all" attitude, only aggravated by his worthless and very recent college degree.
Without the gym to release the tension, I would have probably gone mad.
Thank God, I had met Jimmy at work and he had somehow become my best buddy.
He was ten years younger than I was, already married with a kid, but he was obsessed with the gym and we became a duo.
I did want to keep in shape, - I had always had -, and Jimmy pushed me out of my comfort zone while I was entering my forties. He needed a gym partner and I let him convince me that I should go harder on myself.
"Bruce, right now is precisely the moment when you need to push yourself and keep in shape!"
I am glad that he did.
I guess that I owe a lot to him in the end.
Anyway, we were seeing each other at work all the time, and at the gym three to five times a week.
I do not know if it was because I was more in shape than I was when in my thirties, or because "daddies" were the new hot thing at that moment, but at 46, I was getting more pussies than I had ever had in my entire life.
That was the cool part of aging up, I suppose!
"I wish I was like you, man. No wife to control your every single move. No one to report to. No kids to check on and worry about all day long. No responsibilities."
Jimmy was envying my life, and sometimes, I was envying his.
But he was right, maybe I had not made the best of my twenties and of my thirties, but I was finding myself better off than many of my colleagues in my forties.
They seemed trapped in loveless marriages and in their boring family life, while I was going out and banging chicks... and more often than not, their own wives!
Just to be clear, I never fucked Jimmy's woman though. Even if I am sure that I could have gotten into Doreen's bed, I had my principles.
Bros before Hoes. Right?
All things considered, it turned out that it was way more satisfying to date as a mature, all grown-up, man.
First of all, it seems like I was attracting younger and hotter chicks, as if I was a freaking honey pot for twenty-something sluts.
Second of all, I knew what I liked and most of all, what I was doing.
Trust me, I was giving those girls the fuck of their lives, being way more experienced and skilled than their clumsy college boyfriends.
I was not scared to get dirty, or downright raunchy, and they loved every second of it.
Most women love rough sex and that is a fact.
You would be surprised to know what your next-door neighbour truly desires when she allows herself to fantasize... I guess it is simply more difficult to show you slutty side with your husband and the father of your children.
With me though, they were insatiable.
Those bitches loved eating my ass, getting manhandled roughly, sucking my toes, slurping on my nipples like a hungry baby would on his mother, and taking it bareback.
I slapped, spanked, and choked them and they kept asking for more.
To think that there was a point in my life where my sex life had been limited to the same woman for more than ten years, and that we were both too shy to get naked with the lights on!
How stupid was I?!
Honestly, I am not even mad at my ex-wife for cheating on me at the time.
Sure, she was a snake, but can I blame her for looking for a good dicking when I used to be so bad at it?
I did have the massive uncut cock, - nearly nine inches of pure veiny meat, really impressive tool -, but it was like I had been scared to use it properly for a large part of my life.
Thirteen years of relationship, nine years of marriage, and I had not fucked Karen's ass even once.
What the hell was I doing with my life?
Believe me though, I did make it up for those wasted years!
When I got my first grey hair in my early forties, I got worried. Jimmy told me that girls were digging it but I was not trusting him. I was on a roll with women and I did not want to lose the most enjoyable part of my life.
I even considered trimming my hair or dying it.
See, I had never shaved or trimmed the bush around my junks and seeing my pubic hair turning grey was a shock.
But it turned out that Jimmy was absolutely right! It was even easier to get with chicks with my salt and pepper hair.
Thank you to whoever raised these girls for the daddy's issues!
One of Jimmy's gay friends called me "Silver Fox Daddy" once, and we all had a good laugh about it.
There were not many gay people where I lived or where I worked, so until my mid-forties, I had never had the chance to actually meet one. Or at the very least, to meet an openly gay man.
I know, that may sound crazy for some people living in large cities, but that was my reality.
When Jimmy introduced me to his friend Logan, I was all excited to talk to a "homo", just to see if he would be like I was imagining the queers in my mind.
That was silly, I am aware.
He was nothing like I had imagined.
Logan ordered the same beer, talked about the same football game, and worked the same type of boring job as we did. When he mentioned his boyfriend, Bernardo, I had almost forgotten that he was supposed to be a queer.
He was just a bro!
Yes, I had a lot of preconceived ideas back then.
Do not quit reading yet, I got to learn much more about the LGBT community in the months which followed...
For now, let's just say that I had some opportunities to get up-close and personal with some gay dudes later on in my journey.
Logan was Jimmy wife's cousin, and we spent an afternoon all together between men as Logan was in town for thanksgiving. He happened to also be a gym rat.
The dude was 34 and incredibly in shape. He was shredded from head to toes, but was completely hairless which was definitely a choice I would not have had made for myself.
I got a bit curious in the locker-rooms, wondering if he would check me out.
He definitely did.
I mean, I kind of exposed myself on purpose, wandering out of the showers stark naked, not even a towel around my waist, my large package on full display.
Logan got himself a good look at my low hanging balls, my fat cock, and my grey pubic hair.
At some point, I even pulled out the classic move of putting one of my feet on the bench to let everything dangle in full view at the level of his (shocked, but amazed) face.
The dude was practically drooling and he was definitely struggling to hide his hard-on.
For some reason, it turned me on a little, knowing that he would remember the sight of my massive genitals for a while.
Not that I was into him or anything, but I liked being appreciated.
Who does not?
That day, Logan was the first one to call me Silver Fox and the name sort of sticked afterwards.
Obviously, at first, it was only a joke between Jimmy and I. Then, it started to spread at work and I let it happen. It was a compliment after all.
Nick started working with us around the same period.
Let's be real, I disliked this moron as soon as I met him.
Freshly out of high-school, barely 19, cocky and arrogant as one could be, he was already trying to befriend the boss (fucking Mike Porter) to get away with arriving late on site, or messing up with the work.
Clearly, generation Z or whatever it was called at this point, did not have the work ethic that I had when I was his age.
The guy was constantly on his phone, filming shirtless TikToks all day, fixing his blond hair, attempting to re-do ridiculous dances instead of doing the job he was paid for.
Hearing the same snippets of music repeating over and over again was getting on my last nerve.
And for Christ's sake, the dude was fit, he had some nice meaty pecs and biceps going for him, but did he need to flaunt it on the internet 24/7?!
No surprise that today's generation is practically brain-dead.
I tried to put some sense into his worthless mind but I was the one being scolded by Porter afterwards. Something about building a "safe working environment" or some shit.
I had called Nick a "little fucker" and this was apparently "not acceptable in 2024".
Somehow, I was the bad guy in the story.
The idea that I had to bow down to these gen-Z idiots was driving me nuts.
Jimmy was on my side but he was smart enough to avoid any conflict with the younger bucks.
"I do my job, I get my pay, and I go home." He was often saying.
"Same, but I'm still allowed to bitch about them, right?"
"Damn right."
The truth was, being the oldest in the team, I was respected enough not to be messed with too much.
Besides, I knew Mike's dad very well, he had been an old friend of my own dad and my direct boss for more than twenty years. The young Porter could not be too annoying with me.
Still, when I had to suffer through a full day with Nick on site, I seriously wanted to quit.
I needed the money though.
My father was a great man and he had worked hard all of his life, but he had a dirty vice... Gambling.
The family house had been mortgaged for a while and the medical bills we had to pay at the end of his life had put me in a severe financial hardship.
I almost lost my shitty apartment because of it.
To make a long story short, I needed to keep my job, no matter how exhausting it was, or how annoying that 19 years-old brat could be with his phone glued to his hand, and his teenage abs on display.
Then again, who would have thought that this prick would change my life?
I guess it all started during a very hot afternoon in mid-July.
Normally, on days like this, Mike's father would have let us go home as it was too dangerous to work under the heat.
But the new boss did not have that much consideration for his employees.
"No delays on site, all payments on time"; That was his motto.
I was working on a roof and I was, once again, considering quitting. I was getting too old for this bullshit.
I was sweating so much that my tank-top was drenched. It was literally as if I had taken a shower. I painfully took it off to wring it out.
"Arrrgh."
The sleeveless top stank like shit and so did I!
"Hey, Silver Fox!"
Good Lord, that was Nick calling me out... Just what I needed!
[Chapter 1 continues below]
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 1: The Birth of Silver Fox (Part 1)
Life starts at 46.
Or at the very least, that was true for me.
Before that, I seemed to be destined to live a pathetic and pretty unremarkable time on this Earth.
When I was 18, I got a job at the construction company where my father was working at. I was not very good in school but I could use my hands, and I was not afraid to work hard.
When I was 21, I got married to my high school sweetheart. Karen was a bitch and she cheated on me. Twice.
As far as I know.
I was divorced by the age of 30.
She kept the house that we had bought together, and that I had renovated by the sweat of my brow.
Good for her, she was a smart bitch, she had left me for a damn lawyer... She's got two kids with him now.
I moved into a small one-bedroom apartment downtown.
Purchasing this place got me into some serious debts and it was quite depressing living by my own, but the apartment was mine, and that was all that mattered at the time.
My parents both died when I was in my late thirties, - that was another kick in my sore butt -, and I realized that aside from my coworkers, I did not have much people to turn to.
No wife, no kids, no very close friends or family either.
My sister had not talked to me in years.
She had gotten involved with some drug dealer when she was in high school and she had already been locked-up for some time.
I had no idea where she lived or if she was still in prison. She had been the one cutting ties with us. She did not show up to either of our parents' funerals.
That was tough.
I was mostly alone but I was not totally single either; I was fucking my fair share of women.
Sue me, I had my needs and a strong sexual appetite!
Thankfully, I had the good looks to snatch some pussies for myself.
That being said, I could not trust women anymore. I had been burnt once, and I would not let that happen again. I was running away from any sort of serious relationship.
Maybe as a revenge for what had happened to me before, or maybe because it was the only way to ensure that those chicks would not get too attached, I mostly banged married women.
I would suck on their ring finger as I would drill them from behind, my dick buried in their pretty housewives' assholes.
Since the options were quite limited where I lived, I had some regular bitches on retainer.
It was awkward when I was running into their husbands at the grocery's store or at the gym.
I know, this is bad.
Never said that I was a nice or decent guy...
As I mentioned, my life was pretty pathetic back then.
When I celebrated my forty-sixth birthday, many things had not gone the way I had imagined them when I was younger.
I was stuck in the same town I had grown up in, in the middle of Kansas, I was by myself, working the same tiring job, the only difference was that the Porter kid had just taken over the company of his dad...
I was now bossed around by a freaking 23 years-old!
If you read this, Mike Porter, fuck you, deep in your tight arrogant ass!
Porter was a little brat who did not know shit about construction, but who had been plagued with the most annoying "know-it-all" attitude, only aggravated by his worthless and very recent college degree.
Without the gym to release the tension, I would have probably gone mad.
Thank God, I had met Jimmy at work and he had somehow become my best buddy.
He was ten years younger than I was, already married with a kid, but he was obsessed with the gym and we became a duo.
I did want to keep in shape, - I had always had -, and Jimmy pushed me out of my comfort zone while I was entering my forties. He needed a gym partner and I let him convince me that I should go harder on myself.
"Bruce, right now is precisely the moment when you need to push yourself and keep in shape!"
I am glad that he did.
I guess that I owe a lot to him in the end.
Anyway, we were seeing each other at work all the time, and at the gym three to five times a week.
I do not know if it was because I was more in shape than I was when in my thirties, or because "daddies" were the new hot thing at that moment, but at 46, I was getting more pussies than I had ever had in my entire life.
That was the cool part of aging up, I suppose!
"I wish I was like you, man. No wife to control your every single move. No one to report to. No kids to check on and worry about all day long. No responsibilities."
Jimmy was envying my life, and sometimes, I was envying his.
But he was right, maybe I had not made the best of my twenties and of my thirties, but I was finding myself better off than many of my colleagues in my forties.
They seemed trapped in loveless marriages and in their boring family life, while I was going out and banging chicks... and more often than not, their own wives!
Just to be clear, I never fucked Jimmy's woman though. Even if I am sure that I could have gotten into Doreen's bed, I had my principles.
Bros before Hoes. Right?
All things considered, it turned out that it was way more satisfying to date as a mature, all grown-up, man.
First of all, it seems like I was attracting younger and hotter chicks, as if I was a freaking honey pot for twenty-something sluts.
Second of all, I knew what I liked and most of all, what I was doing.
Trust me, I was giving those girls the fuck of their lives, being way more experienced and skilled than their clumsy college boyfriends.
I was not scared to get dirty, or downright raunchy, and they loved every second of it.
Most women love rough sex and that is a fact.
You would be surprised to know what your next-door neighbour truly desires when she allows herself to fantasize... I guess it is simply more difficult to show you slutty side with your husband and the father of your children.
With me though, they were insatiable.
Those bitches loved eating my ass, getting manhandled roughly, sucking my toes, slurping on my nipples like a hungry baby would on his mother, and taking it bareback.
I slapped, spanked, and choked them and they kept asking for more.
To think that there was a point in my life where my sex life had been limited to the same woman for more than ten years, and that we were both too shy to get naked with the lights on!
How stupid was I?!
Honestly, I am not even mad at my ex-wife for cheating on me at the time.
Sure, she was a snake, but can I blame her for looking for a good dicking when I used to be so bad at it?
I did have the massive uncut cock, - nearly nine inches of pure veiny meat, really impressive tool -, but it was like I had been scared to use it properly for a large part of my life.
Thirteen years of relationship, nine years of marriage, and I had not fucked Karen's ass even once.
What the hell was I doing with my life?
Believe me though, I did make it up for those wasted years!
When I got my first grey hair in my early forties, I got worried. Jimmy told me that girls were digging it but I was not trusting him. I was on a roll with women and I did not want to lose the most enjoyable part of my life.
I even considered trimming my hair or dying it.
See, I had never shaved or trimmed the bush around my junks and seeing my pubic hair turning grey was a shock.
But it turned out that Jimmy was absolutely right! It was even easier to get with chicks with my salt and pepper hair.
Thank you to whoever raised these girls for the daddy's issues!
One of Jimmy's gay friends called me "Silver Fox Daddy" once, and we all had a good laugh about it.
There were not many gay people where I lived or where I worked, so until my mid-forties, I had never had the chance to actually meet one. Or at the very least, to meet an openly gay man.
I know, that may sound crazy for some people living in large cities, but that was my reality.
When Jimmy introduced me to his friend Logan, I was all excited to talk to a "homo", just to see if he would be like I was imagining the queers in my mind.
That was silly, I am aware.
He was nothing like I had imagined.
Logan ordered the same beer, talked about the same football game, and worked the same type of boring job as we did. When he mentioned his boyfriend, Bernardo, I had almost forgotten that he was supposed to be a queer.
He was just a bro!
Yes, I had a lot of preconceived ideas back then.
Do not quit reading yet, I got to learn much more about the LGBT community in the months which followed...
For now, let's just say that I had some opportunities to get up-close and personal with some gay dudes later on in my journey.
Logan was Jimmy wife's cousin, and we spent an afternoon all together between men as Logan was in town for thanksgiving. He happened to also be a gym rat.
The dude was 34 and incredibly in shape. He was shredded from head to toes, but was completely hairless which was definitely a choice I would not have had made for myself.
I got a bit curious in the locker-rooms, wondering if he would check me out.
He definitely did.
I mean, I kind of exposed myself on purpose, wandering out of the showers stark naked, not even a towel around my waist, my large package on full display.
Logan got himself a good look at my low hanging balls, my fat cock, and my grey pubic hair.
At some point, I even pulled out the classic move of putting one of my feet on the bench to let everything dangle in full view at the level of his (shocked, but amazed) face.
The dude was practically drooling and he was definitely struggling to hide his hard-on.
For some reason, it turned me on a little, knowing that he would remember the sight of my massive genitals for a while.
Not that I was into him or anything, but I liked being appreciated.
Who does not?
That day, Logan was the first one to call me Silver Fox and the name sort of sticked afterwards.
Obviously, at first, it was only a joke between Jimmy and I. Then, it started to spread at work and I let it happen. It was a compliment after all.
Nick started working with us around the same period.
Let's be real, I disliked this moron as soon as I met him.
Freshly out of high-school, barely 19, cocky and arrogant as one could be, he was already trying to befriend the boss (fucking Mike Porter) to get away with arriving late on site, or messing up with the work.
Clearly, generation Z or whatever it was called at this point, did not have the work ethic that I had when I was his age.
The guy was constantly on his phone, filming shirtless TikToks all day, fixing his blond hair, attempting to re-do ridiculous dances instead of doing the job he was paid for.
Hearing the same snippets of music repeating over and over again was getting on my last nerve.
And for Christ's sake, the dude was fit, he had some nice meaty pecs and biceps going for him, but did he need to flaunt it on the internet 24/7?!
No surprise that today's generation is practically brain-dead.
I tried to put some sense into his worthless mind but I was the one being scolded by Porter afterwards. Something about building a "safe working environment" or some shit.
I had called Nick a "little fucker" and this was apparently "not acceptable in 2024".
Somehow, I was the bad guy in the story.
The idea that I had to bow down to these gen-Z idiots was driving me nuts.
Jimmy was on my side but he was smart enough to avoid any conflict with the younger bucks.
"I do my job, I get my pay, and I go home." He was often saying.
"Same, but I'm still allowed to bitch about them, right?"
"Damn right."
The truth was, being the oldest in the team, I was respected enough not to be messed with too much.
Besides, I knew Mike's dad very well, he had been an old friend of my own dad and my direct boss for more than twenty years. The young Porter could not be too annoying with me.
Still, when I had to suffer through a full day with Nick on site, I seriously wanted to quit.
I needed the money though.
My father was a great man and he had worked hard all of his life, but he had a dirty vice... Gambling.
The family house had been mortgaged for a while and the medical bills we had to pay at the end of his life had put me in a severe financial hardship.
I almost lost my shitty apartment because of it.
To make a long story short, I needed to keep my job, no matter how exhausting it was, or how annoying that 19 years-old brat could be with his phone glued to his hand, and his teenage abs on display.
Then again, who would have thought that this prick would change my life?
I guess it all started during a very hot afternoon in mid-July.
Normally, on days like this, Mike's father would have let us go home as it was too dangerous to work under the heat.
But the new boss did not have that much consideration for his employees.
"No delays on site, all payments on time"; That was his motto.
I was working on a roof and I was, once again, considering quitting. I was getting too old for this bullshit.
I was sweating so much that my tank-top was drenched. It was literally as if I had taken a shower. I painfully took it off to wring it out.
"Arrrgh."
The sleeveless top stank like shit and so did I!
"Hey, Silver Fox!"
Good Lord, that was Nick calling me out... Just what I needed!
[Chapter 1 continues below]
