SILVER FOX
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SILVER FOX
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Chapter 5: Dom Daddy (Part 1)
The ring of my phone woke me up.
It ruined the sweet dream I was having in which my engorged dick was getting serviced by an anonymous cock-sucker. It was just a mouth; I could not remember who it was at the other end of my leaking bone.
Already, the erotic dream was fading away.
Fucking ringtone.
I picked-up my phone semi-awake.
"Bruce, I hope I'm not waking you up."
I straightened up in my bed.
I looked down at my morning wood. My sheets were wet from the sweats. It had been another hot summer night.
I really needed to set up air-conditioning in my place.
"What do you want?" I grunted.
It was Mike Porter.
I tried to understand why the fuck he would be calling me and then, I remembered the incident at the client's house the day before.
Shit.
I was about to get fired for fooling around with Mitchell! There must have been a fight with his husband.
"There's a slight change for today." Mike told me.
"Is there?"
I rubbed my sleepy eyes.
"For some damn reason, the clients were very happy with your work yesterday. They said they didn't need the entire team to finish up the renovation, and they told me they were quite satisfied with your dedication in particular, Bruce."
I was not expecting this.
I was not getting fired. On the contrary, I was being praised!
To be frank, I had troubles fixing my thoughts as my mind was wandering back in my sweet erotic dream.
"Well... Great."
"They're still expecting you today for fixing the last details but... I... I wanted to thank you on behalf of the entire team."
I had to refrain myself from laughing.
The young Porter, forced to expressly thank me. He must have been hating this.
My big dick twitched as my boss had to swallow his pride.
"I've been doing this job for more than 25 years; I know what I'm doing, kiddo."
I could feel his annoyance over the phone at being called "kiddo". But what could he do? His father was now watching his back and I was freaking employee of the month apparently.
"Well, the clients are expecting you on site in one hour. Don't ruin this, Bruce."
"Of course, and say hi to your dad for me."
I hung up the phone, satisfied.
I took this opportunity to check my social media. I had gained a few thousands new followers during the night and received more DMs that I would have to check on later.
I mindlessly stroked my cock reading a few comments praising my salt and pepper hair and calling me Daddy.
Life had been good to me lately.
I almost took a snapshot of my erected penis, lying there and leaking on my stomach. The few grey pubic hair would be a hit, my large cockhead and my massive bone would break the Internet for sure.
I took the picture but I did not post it anywhere.
My fans did not get access to everything. Not yet, anyway.
I got out from my bed, drank a coffee, and I enjoyed the time in the day when the air was breathable.
I used to love Summer when I was younger, but now, it seemed like it was only getting me more tired. Global warming was no joke, those Summers were getting increasingly unbearable.
I took a cold shower and my cock slowly deflated during it.
I started to wonder... What did Mitchell want, having me going to his place by myself? He had to be expecting something from me.
I was not anxious nor afraid, but I was curious driving there.
When I had made him sniff and lick my chest, it was very new to me. I hardly recognized myself, being that kinky and dominant.
Do not get me wrong, I liked to be in charge when fucking women, but until recently, I genuinely did not think I could get horny while doing anything with another dude.
Yet, those guys lusting over me were turning me on.
There was something in the way they were craving my body, my scent, my feet, my nearly 47 years-old demanding cock.
I stirred up again in the car driving there.
No need to be in your twenties to be a horny fucker.
I knocked at the client's front door with a tingle in my stomach. I had no idea what it would be like but I was excited.
It was not Mitchell who opened the door, but his husband, Louis.
Fuck!
Maybe this was a trap to beat the shit out of me. There was no way in hell that Louis had not figured out that I had fooled around with his husband the day prior.
I was not too confident. The dude was pretty beefed-up and twenty years younger than I was, he could have hurt me badly if he had wanted to!
"Welcome home, Silver Fox." Louis said to greet me, extending his arm.
"Hi... My boss told me I should come here alone today."
Louis licked his lips.
"Yes. We thought you could finish-up the work by yourself. The younger guy was not as effective as you were."
"Nick is... Well, he still has a lot to learn."
Louis put his hand on my shoulder. I was wearing my usual grey tank-top.
Being this friendly did not look like him, Louis had been standing back for the entire week. I immediately felt a strange vibe.
"For sure." He spoke. "This is why Mitchell and I have always preferred more mature... employees."
I gulped and entered his home.
The painting of the bare ass welcomed me in the freshly renovated entrance corridor. I had some joints to finish-up here and there. It should not have taken me more than a few hours to be done.
"Thank you for your good word to my boss. It hasn't been unnoticed." I told him.
"Your commitment has not been unnoticed either. Mitchell's been so happy with your HARD (he insisted on the word) work for the last few days."
Damn, this was awkward.
Was he threatening me?
What sick mind games was he playing at?
"Should I start the work?" I asked.
I was trying to sound more self-assured than I truly was.
He smiled at me.
"Why the rush, Silver Fox? Come with me, have something to drink."
I wondered where Mitchell was. Had Louis murdered him in his sleep? Was I about to be murdered myself?
Here comes the end of Silver Fox Daddy!
"Listen, pal. I don't know what this is about but I'm not sure that I like this game." I spoke, as firmly as I could.
"Just come with me..."
I hesitated.
That dude had a freaky aura.
He showed me the way to his living room. His ass was neatly trapped in a pair of tight jeans.
What the hell, I was too old to get frightened like a little girl. I followed him... and I audibly gasped.
I was not sure what I was expecting but certainly not that.
Mitchell was literally strapped on the dining table by the ankles and wrists, he was butt naked, a ball-gag in his mouth, a plug buried in his asshole.
"What sort of BDSM ritual is that?!" I reacted spontaneously.
That made Louis chuckle.
"Don't worry, he's fine. Mitch likes to be a good submissive boy. Don't you honey?"
Louis walked around the table to grab his husband's pretty face. He kissed his forehead.
Mitchell was nodding yes frenetically. He seemed ecstatic to be there.
"Dude... What the fuck?"
"Mitch and I have been looking for a dom daddy to spice things up for a little while. They're not easy to find in this area. But apparently, you like to be in charge..."
"A dom daddy?"
I was floored.
Mitchell's bare ass was very distracting. The whole scene looked surreal.
Louis walked back towards me.
"We can stop pretending, I know what you did with my husband yesterday."
"You are a couple of freaks." I whispered.
"Come on, we're just having fun. As if you're not freaky yourself! Don't be shy."
Fair point, I thought.
He looked down at my bulge, I was hardly concealing the growing erection in my jeans.
Damn. Why was I so hard?
"Okay. What are you suggesting exactly? You're right. Let's not beat around the bush."
I had naturally taken a much firmer voice.
Louis seemed to like it. Mitchell was making unintelligible noises on the table. It felt like I had walked in a psychedelic dream.
"Here." Louis handed me a one hundred dollars bill. "This is your tip for yesterday, you left in such a hurry, Mitchell did not have time to give it to you."
"Thanks."
I gulped.
"And here." He grabbed a few more bills from the pocket of his jeans. "These are 500 bucks. This is what you get if you accept to have fun with us this morning."
"I don't fuck anyone." I immediately replied, my cock throbbing at the view of the money.
"I can fuck my husband all-right, no need to worry about that. We had something else in mind."
"Tell me."
For the first time, Louis seemed a bit unsure.
"We've been looking for a third for a while now... We searched in dating apps, and then, we turned to escort-boys services but no one did the trick. You see, we're not looking for a gogo-dancer or a whore to fuck us mechanically... And it happens that recently, we've been seeing your videos on social media."
For a man who had strapped his husband naked on the dining table, Louis was going at it with many unnecessary cautions.
"State you fucking piece, man." I barked.
"We'd like for you to dominate us." He said in a single breath.
My cock twitched.
I wondered if he could notice it.
"Now, we're getting somewhere."
"We'd like you to be our boss, to spank us, to control us, tell us what to do... Ideally, I'd like you to make me fuck Mitchell in the ass."
Could he not just fuck his hubby himself? I thought. Did he really need someone to order him around?
"How much you say you'd pay me for that?"
"500."
"You know I'm not a professional hooker."
He nodded yes.
"This is exactly why this is so hot. You're a legit straight guy, a proper construction worker. We don't want some fake bullshit."
"And I have the Sex Factor, or so I heard."
I glanced at Mitchell.
"What do you say?" Louis asked.
Was I ready to whore myself out?
To be fair, they were more or less asking for me to whore them out. I would be in full control.
"I'll do it for 750, so I'll have made a thousand total with the money your husband already gave me yesterday."
Gay guys with no kids, a beautiful suburban house, and high-paying jobs, they had the money.
"Deal." Louis said.
He extended his hand to formalize our agreement, I shook it, but I did not let him go. I held his wrist, firmly.
"You do not move, bitch."
Louis' eyes widened in surprise, and on my right side, I heard Mitchell make a high-pitched moan despite the ball-gag.
[Chapter 5 continues below]
Chapter 5: Dom Daddy (Part 1)
The ring of my phone woke me up.
It ruined the sweet dream I was having in which my engorged dick was getting serviced by an anonymous cock-sucker. It was just a mouth; I could not remember who it was at the other end of my leaking bone.
Already, the erotic dream was fading away.
Fucking ringtone.
I picked-up my phone semi-awake.
"Bruce, I hope I'm not waking you up."
I straightened up in my bed.
I looked down at my morning wood. My sheets were wet from the sweats. It had been another hot summer night.
I really needed to set up air-conditioning in my place.
"What do you want?" I grunted.
It was Mike Porter.
I tried to understand why the fuck he would be calling me and then, I remembered the incident at the client's house the day before.
Shit.
I was about to get fired for fooling around with Mitchell! There must have been a fight with his husband.
"There's a slight change for today." Mike told me.
"Is there?"
I rubbed my sleepy eyes.
"For some damn reason, the clients were very happy with your work yesterday. They said they didn't need the entire team to finish up the renovation, and they told me they were quite satisfied with your dedication in particular, Bruce."
I was not expecting this.
I was not getting fired. On the contrary, I was being praised!
To be frank, I had troubles fixing my thoughts as my mind was wandering back in my sweet erotic dream.
"Well... Great."
"They're still expecting you today for fixing the last details but... I... I wanted to thank you on behalf of the entire team."
I had to refrain myself from laughing.
The young Porter, forced to expressly thank me. He must have been hating this.
My big dick twitched as my boss had to swallow his pride.
"I've been doing this job for more than 25 years; I know what I'm doing, kiddo."
I could feel his annoyance over the phone at being called "kiddo". But what could he do? His father was now watching his back and I was freaking employee of the month apparently.
"Well, the clients are expecting you on site in one hour. Don't ruin this, Bruce."
"Of course, and say hi to your dad for me."
I hung up the phone, satisfied.
I took this opportunity to check my social media. I had gained a few thousands new followers during the night and received more DMs that I would have to check on later.
I mindlessly stroked my cock reading a few comments praising my salt and pepper hair and calling me Daddy.
Life had been good to me lately.
I almost took a snapshot of my erected penis, lying there and leaking on my stomach. The few grey pubic hair would be a hit, my large cockhead and my massive bone would break the Internet for sure.
I took the picture but I did not post it anywhere.
My fans did not get access to everything. Not yet, anyway.
I got out from my bed, drank a coffee, and I enjoyed the time in the day when the air was breathable.
I used to love Summer when I was younger, but now, it seemed like it was only getting me more tired. Global warming was no joke, those Summers were getting increasingly unbearable.
I took a cold shower and my cock slowly deflated during it.
I started to wonder... What did Mitchell want, having me going to his place by myself? He had to be expecting something from me.
I was not anxious nor afraid, but I was curious driving there.
When I had made him sniff and lick my chest, it was very new to me. I hardly recognized myself, being that kinky and dominant.
Do not get me wrong, I liked to be in charge when fucking women, but until recently, I genuinely did not think I could get horny while doing anything with another dude.
Yet, those guys lusting over me were turning me on.
There was something in the way they were craving my body, my scent, my feet, my nearly 47 years-old demanding cock.
I stirred up again in the car driving there.
No need to be in your twenties to be a horny fucker.
I knocked at the client's front door with a tingle in my stomach. I had no idea what it would be like but I was excited.
It was not Mitchell who opened the door, but his husband, Louis.
Fuck!
Maybe this was a trap to beat the shit out of me. There was no way in hell that Louis had not figured out that I had fooled around with his husband the day prior.
I was not too confident. The dude was pretty beefed-up and twenty years younger than I was, he could have hurt me badly if he had wanted to!
"Welcome home, Silver Fox." Louis said to greet me, extending his arm.
"Hi... My boss told me I should come here alone today."
Louis licked his lips.
"Yes. We thought you could finish-up the work by yourself. The younger guy was not as effective as you were."
"Nick is... Well, he still has a lot to learn."
Louis put his hand on my shoulder. I was wearing my usual grey tank-top.
Being this friendly did not look like him, Louis had been standing back for the entire week. I immediately felt a strange vibe.
"For sure." He spoke. "This is why Mitchell and I have always preferred more mature... employees."
I gulped and entered his home.
The painting of the bare ass welcomed me in the freshly renovated entrance corridor. I had some joints to finish-up here and there. It should not have taken me more than a few hours to be done.
"Thank you for your good word to my boss. It hasn't been unnoticed." I told him.
"Your commitment has not been unnoticed either. Mitchell's been so happy with your HARD (he insisted on the word) work for the last few days."
Damn, this was awkward.
Was he threatening me?
What sick mind games was he playing at?
"Should I start the work?" I asked.
I was trying to sound more self-assured than I truly was.
He smiled at me.
"Why the rush, Silver Fox? Come with me, have something to drink."
I wondered where Mitchell was. Had Louis murdered him in his sleep? Was I about to be murdered myself?
Here comes the end of Silver Fox Daddy!
"Listen, pal. I don't know what this is about but I'm not sure that I like this game." I spoke, as firmly as I could.
"Just come with me..."
I hesitated.
That dude had a freaky aura.
He showed me the way to his living room. His ass was neatly trapped in a pair of tight jeans.
What the hell, I was too old to get frightened like a little girl. I followed him... and I audibly gasped.
I was not sure what I was expecting but certainly not that.
Mitchell was literally strapped on the dining table by the ankles and wrists, he was butt naked, a ball-gag in his mouth, a plug buried in his asshole.
"What sort of BDSM ritual is that?!" I reacted spontaneously.
That made Louis chuckle.
"Don't worry, he's fine. Mitch likes to be a good submissive boy. Don't you honey?"
Louis walked around the table to grab his husband's pretty face. He kissed his forehead.
Mitchell was nodding yes frenetically. He seemed ecstatic to be there.
"Dude... What the fuck?"
"Mitch and I have been looking for a dom daddy to spice things up for a little while. They're not easy to find in this area. But apparently, you like to be in charge..."
"A dom daddy?"
I was floored.
Mitchell's bare ass was very distracting. The whole scene looked surreal.
Louis walked back towards me.
"We can stop pretending, I know what you did with my husband yesterday."
"You are a couple of freaks." I whispered.
"Come on, we're just having fun. As if you're not freaky yourself! Don't be shy."
Fair point, I thought.
He looked down at my bulge, I was hardly concealing the growing erection in my jeans.
Damn. Why was I so hard?
"Okay. What are you suggesting exactly? You're right. Let's not beat around the bush."
I had naturally taken a much firmer voice.
Louis seemed to like it. Mitchell was making unintelligible noises on the table. It felt like I had walked in a psychedelic dream.
"Here." Louis handed me a one hundred dollars bill. "This is your tip for yesterday, you left in such a hurry, Mitchell did not have time to give it to you."
"Thanks."
I gulped.
"And here." He grabbed a few more bills from the pocket of his jeans. "These are 500 bucks. This is what you get if you accept to have fun with us this morning."
"I don't fuck anyone." I immediately replied, my cock throbbing at the view of the money.
"I can fuck my husband all-right, no need to worry about that. We had something else in mind."
"Tell me."
For the first time, Louis seemed a bit unsure.
"We've been looking for a third for a while now... We searched in dating apps, and then, we turned to escort-boys services but no one did the trick. You see, we're not looking for a gogo-dancer or a whore to fuck us mechanically... And it happens that recently, we've been seeing your videos on social media."
For a man who had strapped his husband naked on the dining table, Louis was going at it with many unnecessary cautions.
"State you fucking piece, man." I barked.
"We'd like for you to dominate us." He said in a single breath.
My cock twitched.
I wondered if he could notice it.
"Now, we're getting somewhere."
"We'd like you to be our boss, to spank us, to control us, tell us what to do... Ideally, I'd like you to make me fuck Mitchell in the ass."
Could he not just fuck his hubby himself? I thought. Did he really need someone to order him around?
"How much you say you'd pay me for that?"
"500."
"You know I'm not a professional hooker."
He nodded yes.
"This is exactly why this is so hot. You're a legit straight guy, a proper construction worker. We don't want some fake bullshit."
"And I have the Sex Factor, or so I heard."
I glanced at Mitchell.
"What do you say?" Louis asked.
Was I ready to whore myself out?
To be fair, they were more or less asking for me to whore them out. I would be in full control.
"I'll do it for 750, so I'll have made a thousand total with the money your husband already gave me yesterday."
Gay guys with no kids, a beautiful suburban house, and high-paying jobs, they had the money.
"Deal." Louis said.
He extended his hand to formalize our agreement, I shook it, but I did not let him go. I held his wrist, firmly.
"You do not move, bitch."
Louis' eyes widened in surprise, and on my right side, I heard Mitchell make a high-pitched moan despite the ball-gag.
[Chapter 5 continues below]
Chapter 5: Dom Daddy (Part 2)
"Bruce, I..."
"Shut-up, you little cunt. Get on your knees and from this point on, you either call me Siver Fox, or Sir."
Louis immediately obliged.
I was twisting his arm.
"Sir, what... What should I do?"
"Take off your clothes. Get naked!"
They had played with fire waking-up the beast within me, they would have to deal with the consequences.
It felt nice being handed the power. The male-juice was warming up in my balls.
Louis undressed feverishly. He had a nice body. He was more athletic than Mitchell, he was a bit hairier too (not as much as I was though), his thighs were looking particularly good. He must have been squatting a lot at the gym.
Typical homo.
He found himself in a pink boxer-briefs. He was hard underneath.
"Take everything off." I repeated.
I was getting off on that dominant bullshit they liked so much. My dick was forming a solid brick in my pants.
I could not believe I was being paid for this crap.
This was outside of my usual comfort zone, and at the same time, it was like I had been made for this. The dirty talks and dominant demeanour were coming out so easily.
Louis took his briefs off and revealed his erection. Decent-size cock, but smaller than mine.
He went back on his knees.
"Sir. What now?"
I was not really sure about the rules of this game, about what he was expecting of me.
I assumed that humiliation and degradation were part of the role-play.
"What do you think you can possibly do with such a small wiener?" I teased Louis. "That looks ridiculous."
I walked towards his husband. I took a good look at Mitchell's exposed butt. I spanked it. Hard.
"Hmmm...."
It was my first contact ever with a male bum. Not so bad, I thought. In all fairness, his ass looked better with the red mark of my large palm printed onto it.
"Must be very boring feeling such a tiny dick in your hole... If you can feel anything at all..."
Louis was no longer talking but his cock was throbbing. I was trashing him and he was looking at me in awe.
Yes, he liked to be insulted, like so many people thirsting over me in my DMs.
I thought I could take my tank top off, offering them a bit of eye candy. I moved around the room to make sure that both Mitchell and Louis could see and appreciate me.
"Boys, stare at what a real man's body should look like!"
It was the lust in their eyes which was turning me on the most.
I exposed my hairy chest.
My upper body was not as lean as Louis', but I could tell that he was jealous of it nonetheless.
Sexiness is all about confidence.
I lifted up my arms and put both of my hands behind my head.
During the few weeks diving into the homosexual's fantasies, I had learned one thing: Hairy stinky armpits were definitely in!
The poor Mitch was drooling all over his gag.
I thought that it was time to let the poor man speak.
"Go free your husband's mouth." I commanded.
Louis did not stand back up to walk to his partner. No. Instead, he crawled towards him, like a good bitch.
And he was supposed to be the top in their relationship! How funny was that?
Dripping precum on his wooden floor, Louis pulled the slippery ball gag from Mitchell's mouth.
"Thank... Thank you, Sir." Mitchell told me.
I chuckled.
I could not help it.
"How frustrated it must be for you, having to deal with such a pussy as a top and as a husband... Wouldn't you be happier with a real daddy drilling your hole? A daddy like me?"
I caressed his face.
"I would be, Sir."
I was pushing things far but they both seemed very much into it. I really had it natural.
"Stand up, you." I pointed at Louis.
Once again, he obeyed immediately.
I caught a glance that the couple shared. Mitchell had a smile on the corner of his lips. I wondered if this role-play was happening as they had imagined or if I was acting differently from what they had been anticipating.
"Touch me." I whispered in Louis' ear.
He was slightly trembling when he put his fingers on my salt and pepper hair, right between my pecs.
"How does it feel, boy?"
"A... Amazing, Sir."
"Smell."
Louis got his face closer to my armpits and my chest and he sniffed.
I grabbed his neck and I guided him all over me until he had his nose up my crotch.
Honestly, my cock was about to explode in my jeans.
I asked Louis to go back on all fours and gave him the mission to take my shoes and socks off.
He did it delicately, he wanted to enjoy the moment.
My feet buyers online were my main source of inspiration, I hoped I was meeting expectations there as well.
It seemed like it. Louis allowed himself some initiative as he licked my sweaty soles. He even shoved my toes in his mouth.
I let him have this.
See, I had always been a hard-worker and I was a strong believer that a client should be treated right.
They should have a show worth of their money.
I wandered in their living room, barefoot and shirtless, looking at Mitchell and Louis who were anxiously waiting for my instructions.
Anytime I was walking by Mitchell, I was spanking his sweet ass. Harder and harder.
I had an idea.
I instructed Louis to untie his husband.
"Crawl towards the entrance. The both of you." I ordered them afterwards.
Like two well-trained puppies, they followed my commands without a second thought.
Mitchell was still wearing his butt plug, it was a black one, stretching his asshole as he was bending over on the floor of his own home.
I made them work for me.
The joints that needed to be finished? They would be the ones taking care of it!
I would watch them, sipping on a cold tea Louis had made for me, and they would work their asses of to finish my own work. Talk about turning the tables around.
I was diabolical.
Incredibly enough, they (happily) agreed.
The clients had willingly turned into the slaves.
They were doing a poor job but I was not a bad lad, I would fix everything up before I leave.
It was mostly about the inversion of the roles. It was a kink for me. I had been treated like shit by so many clients in my 28 years on the job. It was time that I get some rest.
God damn it, what had I been waiting for until that point?
It was a win-win. The couple wanted this. They were feeding off being my obedient bitches. Besides, they could suck my toes or caress my chest after every task well-performed.
I could not help it anymore; I fetched my cock out of my jeans and I jerked off looking at them.
The sexual tension was through the roof at this point.
The guys were glancing at my pumped dick any chance that they had. I bet that they would have preferred sucking the rod between my legs instead of my feet, but I was not there yet.
Maybe someday...
I would be lying if I said that the idea did not cross my mind.
Instead, I allowed them to caress and play with each other.
I kept in mind the initial brief. Louis had told me that he wanted to be instructed to fuck his husband and we were gradually getting there.
I was a serious hooker. I would do a proper job.
First, Mitchell blew his hubby's cock. Hard.
He was deep-throating it with such ease, I did wonder if he could do the same with mine. I licked my own precum which was sliding from my dick.
It tasted salty.
I presented my feet once again and I asked Mitch to take both my big toe and his husband's dick in his mouth simultaneously.
That meant that I had to rub my foot against Louis' dripping cock but I did not mind.
Hell... Who was I kidding? I loved it!
I also pulled Mitch's hair and forced him down his husband's cock.
The guys made out with each other shortly afterwards, and then, each one of them took care of my respective tits. They were milking and slurping on my nipples as if I was a damn cow. This also got my dick twitching and throbbing.
They were openly giggling and having fun now.
Good for them!
Dom Daddy was not so merciless after all.
Once or twice, they incidentally brushed my cock but it never went further than that.
When I felt like they were getting too comfortable with me, I ordered for Mitchell to be strapped down on the table once again so that Louis could pound his ass, right there.
The foreplay was over, it was time to move on to the real business.
I sat in an armchair to watch the show.
The first gay porn I would ever watch would be live!
Mitchell was looking straight back at me as he was getting drilled by his husband. Raw and bareback.
"Yes, bitch... Look at the cock you wish was the one truly destroying your ass..." I was saying while Louis was doing his best to please his hubby.
Frankly, he was not so bad at it. The submissive top had stamina!
I was only teasing him because of the roleplay we had agreed upon.
I stood up to take a closer look at the dick penetrating the juicy ass.
You have to remember, nearly forty-seven years on this damn Earth and I had never witnessed a sodomy between two men.
I stared at it up-close and personal, as if I was studying it for scientific reasons, except that I was stroking myself furiously at the same time.
I was also slapping their asses from times to times.
Louis' balls were fapping against Mitchell ass, they were both groaning like animals. They were close to shoot.
So was I.
Visibly, the gay porn live-show had had some sort of an impact on me.
I felt the cum coming and I busted my loads on their intertwined bodies.
Most of my juice landed on Louis' bare ass as he was fucking his husband, some of it reached Mitchell's side.
They both nutted in the few seconds which followed my orgasm. Cum was sprayed everywhere. Even I, was hit.
I would call this a successful morning and a hooker's job well-done!
After that much filth and craziness, the rest of the day was rather awkward as I tried to indeed, get the renovation job finished.
Mitchell and Louis were less fun once they had ejaculated. They both retrieved to their office.
I wondered what they were thinking. How many of their own barriers had they crossed that day?
I did not feel bad though.
I left their home freshly renovated, my balls (and theirs) empty, and one thousand dollars richer.
God bless the gay couples in need of spicing their sex lives!
I was ready to meet more of them.
[To be continued]
"Bruce, I..."
"Shut-up, you little cunt. Get on your knees and from this point on, you either call me Siver Fox, or Sir."
Louis immediately obliged.
I was twisting his arm.
"Sir, what... What should I do?"
"Take off your clothes. Get naked!"
They had played with fire waking-up the beast within me, they would have to deal with the consequences.
It felt nice being handed the power. The male-juice was warming up in my balls.
Louis undressed feverishly. He had a nice body. He was more athletic than Mitchell, he was a bit hairier too (not as much as I was though), his thighs were looking particularly good. He must have been squatting a lot at the gym.
Typical homo.
He found himself in a pink boxer-briefs. He was hard underneath.
"Take everything off." I repeated.
I was getting off on that dominant bullshit they liked so much. My dick was forming a solid brick in my pants.
I could not believe I was being paid for this crap.
This was outside of my usual comfort zone, and at the same time, it was like I had been made for this. The dirty talks and dominant demeanour were coming out so easily.
Louis took his briefs off and revealed his erection. Decent-size cock, but smaller than mine.
He went back on his knees.
"Sir. What now?"
I was not really sure about the rules of this game, about what he was expecting of me.
I assumed that humiliation and degradation were part of the role-play.
"What do you think you can possibly do with such a small wiener?" I teased Louis. "That looks ridiculous."
I walked towards his husband. I took a good look at Mitchell's exposed butt. I spanked it. Hard.
"Hmmm...."
It was my first contact ever with a male bum. Not so bad, I thought. In all fairness, his ass looked better with the red mark of my large palm printed onto it.
"Must be very boring feeling such a tiny dick in your hole... If you can feel anything at all..."
Louis was no longer talking but his cock was throbbing. I was trashing him and he was looking at me in awe.
Yes, he liked to be insulted, like so many people thirsting over me in my DMs.
I thought I could take my tank top off, offering them a bit of eye candy. I moved around the room to make sure that both Mitchell and Louis could see and appreciate me.
"Boys, stare at what a real man's body should look like!"
It was the lust in their eyes which was turning me on the most.
I exposed my hairy chest.
My upper body was not as lean as Louis', but I could tell that he was jealous of it nonetheless.
Sexiness is all about confidence.
I lifted up my arms and put both of my hands behind my head.
During the few weeks diving into the homosexual's fantasies, I had learned one thing: Hairy stinky armpits were definitely in!
The poor Mitch was drooling all over his gag.
I thought that it was time to let the poor man speak.
"Go free your husband's mouth." I commanded.
Louis did not stand back up to walk to his partner. No. Instead, he crawled towards him, like a good bitch.
And he was supposed to be the top in their relationship! How funny was that?
Dripping precum on his wooden floor, Louis pulled the slippery ball gag from Mitchell's mouth.
"Thank... Thank you, Sir." Mitchell told me.
I chuckled.
I could not help it.
"How frustrated it must be for you, having to deal with such a pussy as a top and as a husband... Wouldn't you be happier with a real daddy drilling your hole? A daddy like me?"
I caressed his face.
"I would be, Sir."
I was pushing things far but they both seemed very much into it. I really had it natural.
"Stand up, you." I pointed at Louis.
Once again, he obeyed immediately.
I caught a glance that the couple shared. Mitchell had a smile on the corner of his lips. I wondered if this role-play was happening as they had imagined or if I was acting differently from what they had been anticipating.
"Touch me." I whispered in Louis' ear.
He was slightly trembling when he put his fingers on my salt and pepper hair, right between my pecs.
"How does it feel, boy?"
"A... Amazing, Sir."
"Smell."
Louis got his face closer to my armpits and my chest and he sniffed.
I grabbed his neck and I guided him all over me until he had his nose up my crotch.
Honestly, my cock was about to explode in my jeans.
I asked Louis to go back on all fours and gave him the mission to take my shoes and socks off.
He did it delicately, he wanted to enjoy the moment.
My feet buyers online were my main source of inspiration, I hoped I was meeting expectations there as well.
It seemed like it. Louis allowed himself some initiative as he licked my sweaty soles. He even shoved my toes in his mouth.
I let him have this.
See, I had always been a hard-worker and I was a strong believer that a client should be treated right.
They should have a show worth of their money.
I wandered in their living room, barefoot and shirtless, looking at Mitchell and Louis who were anxiously waiting for my instructions.
Anytime I was walking by Mitchell, I was spanking his sweet ass. Harder and harder.
I had an idea.
I instructed Louis to untie his husband.
"Crawl towards the entrance. The both of you." I ordered them afterwards.
Like two well-trained puppies, they followed my commands without a second thought.
Mitchell was still wearing his butt plug, it was a black one, stretching his asshole as he was bending over on the floor of his own home.
I made them work for me.
The joints that needed to be finished? They would be the ones taking care of it!
I would watch them, sipping on a cold tea Louis had made for me, and they would work their asses of to finish my own work. Talk about turning the tables around.
I was diabolical.
Incredibly enough, they (happily) agreed.
The clients had willingly turned into the slaves.
They were doing a poor job but I was not a bad lad, I would fix everything up before I leave.
It was mostly about the inversion of the roles. It was a kink for me. I had been treated like shit by so many clients in my 28 years on the job. It was time that I get some rest.
God damn it, what had I been waiting for until that point?
It was a win-win. The couple wanted this. They were feeding off being my obedient bitches. Besides, they could suck my toes or caress my chest after every task well-performed.
I could not help it anymore; I fetched my cock out of my jeans and I jerked off looking at them.
The sexual tension was through the roof at this point.
The guys were glancing at my pumped dick any chance that they had. I bet that they would have preferred sucking the rod between my legs instead of my feet, but I was not there yet.
Maybe someday...
I would be lying if I said that the idea did not cross my mind.
Instead, I allowed them to caress and play with each other.
I kept in mind the initial brief. Louis had told me that he wanted to be instructed to fuck his husband and we were gradually getting there.
I was a serious hooker. I would do a proper job.
First, Mitchell blew his hubby's cock. Hard.
He was deep-throating it with such ease, I did wonder if he could do the same with mine. I licked my own precum which was sliding from my dick.
It tasted salty.
I presented my feet once again and I asked Mitch to take both my big toe and his husband's dick in his mouth simultaneously.
That meant that I had to rub my foot against Louis' dripping cock but I did not mind.
Hell... Who was I kidding? I loved it!
I also pulled Mitch's hair and forced him down his husband's cock.
The guys made out with each other shortly afterwards, and then, each one of them took care of my respective tits. They were milking and slurping on my nipples as if I was a damn cow. This also got my dick twitching and throbbing.
They were openly giggling and having fun now.
Good for them!
Dom Daddy was not so merciless after all.
Once or twice, they incidentally brushed my cock but it never went further than that.
When I felt like they were getting too comfortable with me, I ordered for Mitchell to be strapped down on the table once again so that Louis could pound his ass, right there.
The foreplay was over, it was time to move on to the real business.
I sat in an armchair to watch the show.
The first gay porn I would ever watch would be live!
Mitchell was looking straight back at me as he was getting drilled by his husband. Raw and bareback.
"Yes, bitch... Look at the cock you wish was the one truly destroying your ass..." I was saying while Louis was doing his best to please his hubby.
Frankly, he was not so bad at it. The submissive top had stamina!
I was only teasing him because of the roleplay we had agreed upon.
I stood up to take a closer look at the dick penetrating the juicy ass.
You have to remember, nearly forty-seven years on this damn Earth and I had never witnessed a sodomy between two men.
I stared at it up-close and personal, as if I was studying it for scientific reasons, except that I was stroking myself furiously at the same time.
I was also slapping their asses from times to times.
Louis' balls were fapping against Mitchell ass, they were both groaning like animals. They were close to shoot.
So was I.
Visibly, the gay porn live-show had had some sort of an impact on me.
I felt the cum coming and I busted my loads on their intertwined bodies.
Most of my juice landed on Louis' bare ass as he was fucking his husband, some of it reached Mitchell's side.
They both nutted in the few seconds which followed my orgasm. Cum was sprayed everywhere. Even I, was hit.
I would call this a successful morning and a hooker's job well-done!
After that much filth and craziness, the rest of the day was rather awkward as I tried to indeed, get the renovation job finished.
Mitchell and Louis were less fun once they had ejaculated. They both retrieved to their office.
I wondered what they were thinking. How many of their own barriers had they crossed that day?
I did not feel bad though.
I left their home freshly renovated, my balls (and theirs) empty, and one thousand dollars richer.
God bless the gay couples in need of spicing their sex lives!
I was ready to meet more of them.
[To be continued]
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Idk why but reading this silver dad makes me think of Silvernewgrey or reece scott 
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Keep up the good work @thehottestmenxx !
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Oh my god! You should direct porn. It would change the industry.
I'd definitely watch my own books turned into erotic/porn movies or tv shows. ahah
This one is the best one you have written yet
SILVER FOX
Chapter 6: The Grand Opening (Part 1)
I told Logan and Jimmy everything about my morning at the clients' place.
I had to share this crazy story!
Besides, I had no shame about it. Why should have I been ashamed?
I mean, I had made one thousand dollars ordering a couple of gay guys around. This was something close to the best deal of the year.
"So, they were fucking right in front of you? On the dining table?" Jimmy asked, making a face.
The three of us were in the gym's locker-room, ready to shower after an intense working-out session.
I admit, having this conversation stark naked might not have been the brightest idea. But somehow, anytime Logan would join us, we would end up in this situation.
"You're homophobic now?" Logan asked his wife's cousin. "Gay people have sex, you know."
"I'm aware, idiot. I just didn't think Bruce would like to watch them going at it!"
"I didn't say that I liked it... I mean, I didn't dislike it either honestly." I chuckled.
"See! Silver Fox is experimenting! He's not all narrow-minded like you are." Logan teased his mate.
"Sure, I bet Doreen would feel great about me experimenting!"
We were walking to the communal showers.
"Okay. I take it back. Don't imply that I have ever hinted that you should cheat on your wife. Dorie would downright kill me!"
"Don't worry, Logan. Jim here is straight as an arrow. In all senses of the word." I told on my friend's behalf.
"How did I get myself here, surrounding by gay horny boys?" Jimmy joked.
"Eh!" Logan and I grunted, for two different reasons.
"Look, I'm not gay, but a thousand dollars is a thousand dollars." I said, soaping my prominent junks as I got under the hot water.
Logas was no longer making any effort not to stare at my crotch.
It was implied that he could watch.
To be fair, he had already seen me naked many times and most of our conversations were about how to best sell my body online.
Yes, making money out of my recent fame was no longer a question, it was only a matter of how I would go about it.
"I'm still waiting for my commission on that money." Jimmy said.
"Listen, we've already talked seriously with Logan on how he could help me manage things. He'll get a commission."
"And I don't get a percentage for introducing you together?!" Jimmy complained.
"I'll give you a share of my commission if you accept to appear in some of his vids." Logan suggested.
"You really want Doreen to murder me in my sleep!"
I was not sure if he was serious or not. It was always difficult to tell with Logan.
Jimmy did look great, being an even more obsessed gym rat than I was.
He had firm and large muscles in all the right places and he was only 34, physically at his prime.
I could not complain about Logan though, since this whole online viral moment had started, he had been a great partner and he had avoided me many mistakes.
I was for real about the commission. We had in fact already discussed it in details.
I would give fifteen percent of everything I was earning to Logan as long as he was guiding me through this crap.
He had come to visit us that week-end especially to help me finally setting my FansVips account.
It was time that I get serious about that and we get this running!
Talking of which, Logan had an idea.
"Wait here, guys. I'm gonna grab my phone in my bag. We need the camera."
"What for?" Jimmy asked dumbfounded.
"What do you think? Bruce's gonna need some pictures and the setting is perfect."
I looked around, a bit taken aback.
"Dude, in here. In the public showers?"
"Yes! Your fans will love this!"
Logan did not wait for me to approve the suggestion, he was already wrapping his smooth body in a towel and walking towards the lockers.
"You're serious about that? The x-rated page?" Jimmy asked me.
He was a little more serious, concerned even.
"Yes, I think so. Why not?"
"Man, I don't know. It's sort of a big leap. I get it, it might pay well but what will happen when the momentum will slow down?"
I got my hair under the water to relax me off.
I had been thinking about this for a while.
"Well, I don't intend to quit my job and I'm not doing anything illegal. I'm not taking much risks with that." I explained. "See, you have kids, a wife. But me, I'm free."
"Bruce, you're not 50 yet. You could still meet someone and this woman might not..."
"Might not want to share her life with a whore?"
He got out of the shower, his athletic body dripping.
"You know what I mean..."
"Yes. And you're not wrong. But the truth is, it's not only about the money. I've been exhausting myself for decades and for what? Minimum wage? A shitty apartment? A wife who left me for a damn lawyer? Don't I deserve to a little fun?"
Jimmy looked genuinely surprised there.
"So, you like that? You're having fun. Really?"
I did not have time to answer that Logan was coming back, holding his phone.
"Jim, move away if you don't wanna be on the shot."
My coworker jumped out of the shot with a quickness which made the three of us laughed.
"What am I supposed to do?" I asked.
"Like I always say, don't do anything specific. Just be yourself. I'm trying to snap authentic shots. That's what your audience wants."
I turned around so he would photograph my back and my ass first.
I was not decided on what exactly I would post online but Logan's motto was, let's create the content and see what is usable afterwards.
I guessed that he was right.
"Does this position look good?"
"Yes, perfect, just arch yourself down a little more maybe?"
As a joke, I completely bent over and showed them my hairy asshole. Then, I slid my dick like a tail between my legs.
Typical locker-rooms banters.
"Okay, guys, I'll leave you two up to it. That's a bit much for me." Jimmy said.
He was semi-laughing but he effectively went back to the locker-room.
"No use of this shots online, right?" I told Logan.
"We'll make decisions about that later. Turn around and face me now."
A group of younger black guys walked inside the communal showers. I knew them vaguely for living in my neighbourhood.
The gym was not very busy at this hour but we were not alone either. Having company was expected.
I turned towards Logan and to my surprise, he kept taking pictures of my naked body.
The guys stared at us, perplexed. One would be for less.
"Those last shots look amazing, Bruce!" Logan told me, enthusiastic.
"What the fuck are you doing?" The beefier of the black guys asked.
I bet that he was suspecting homosexual shenanigans. He was not entirely wrong.
As I had mentioned, I had nothing to hide.
I was not one to get myself into the porn business and foolishly believed that I could keep it to myself, or even worse, hide my face in the content.
Own it or do not do it!
"I'm considering opening a FansVips. We're testing things out." I casually explained.
Another guy of the group openly laughed.
"Ain't you a little old for that, pal?"
"Hey, don't make fun of him, you can make crazy money on there!" His friend said.
"Yes, if you're a girl. Davon' ex-girlfriend has a page, she's making thousands a month. But a dude... I'm not so sure."
Aside from me, it seemed like everyone in the United States was already very much in touch with the x-rated platforms and selling salacious content online.
"Check him on TikTok, he's already pretty famous. Silver Fox." Logan intervened.
The group stared at me, and at my junks.
They were certainly assessing if I had what it took down there to make it into the porn industry.
Those guys were probably straight and I had not reached their algorithm yet.
"Silver Fox, really?"
They laughed and I giggled with them.
I was not taking myself too seriously. Besides, what did I have to prove to these little fuckers, 25 years younger than I was.
I was done with my shower and the photoshoot and we returned to the locker room, my low hanging balls and cock swinging as I walked.
Logan was not missing any of the show I was displaying.
It was obvious that he was helping me much more for the eye candy than he was for the money, but I supposed that the extra-revenue was the excuse he needed to tell his boyfriend so he could keep on chatting with me and coming to see me.
We found Jimmy who had already changed in his every day clothes.
"I should go, Dorie's already waiting for me. Has the photoshoot gone well?"
"We could say that... We had a little audience by the end." I spoke.
"Oh... That's awkward."
"Not really, you know that I don't mind showing off."
I winked at my buddy.
"You're a piece of work Bruce, and I think Logan has a terrible influence on you."
Jimmy was smiling. We were all good.
"Is this okay if I join you before dinner tonight?" Logan asked.
"Yes, please, don't be too late. Dorie will be making something special for dinner."
"Okay, cool."
"Bruce, you're invited too of course, if you wanna join."
"Thanks, buddy, but I think I'll have some stuff to do at home tonight."
"Sure..."
Logan and I had locked our afternoon to solely work on the opening of the FansVips page and the management of my social media.
[Chapter 6 continues below]
Chapter 6: The Grand Opening (Part 1)
I told Logan and Jimmy everything about my morning at the clients' place.
I had to share this crazy story!
Besides, I had no shame about it. Why should have I been ashamed?
I mean, I had made one thousand dollars ordering a couple of gay guys around. This was something close to the best deal of the year.
"So, they were fucking right in front of you? On the dining table?" Jimmy asked, making a face.
The three of us were in the gym's locker-room, ready to shower after an intense working-out session.
I admit, having this conversation stark naked might not have been the brightest idea. But somehow, anytime Logan would join us, we would end up in this situation.
"You're homophobic now?" Logan asked his wife's cousin. "Gay people have sex, you know."
"I'm aware, idiot. I just didn't think Bruce would like to watch them going at it!"
"I didn't say that I liked it... I mean, I didn't dislike it either honestly." I chuckled.
"See! Silver Fox is experimenting! He's not all narrow-minded like you are." Logan teased his mate.
"Sure, I bet Doreen would feel great about me experimenting!"
We were walking to the communal showers.
"Okay. I take it back. Don't imply that I have ever hinted that you should cheat on your wife. Dorie would downright kill me!"
"Don't worry, Logan. Jim here is straight as an arrow. In all senses of the word." I told on my friend's behalf.
"How did I get myself here, surrounding by gay horny boys?" Jimmy joked.
"Eh!" Logan and I grunted, for two different reasons.
"Look, I'm not gay, but a thousand dollars is a thousand dollars." I said, soaping my prominent junks as I got under the hot water.
Logas was no longer making any effort not to stare at my crotch.
It was implied that he could watch.
To be fair, he had already seen me naked many times and most of our conversations were about how to best sell my body online.
Yes, making money out of my recent fame was no longer a question, it was only a matter of how I would go about it.
"I'm still waiting for my commission on that money." Jimmy said.
"Listen, we've already talked seriously with Logan on how he could help me manage things. He'll get a commission."
"And I don't get a percentage for introducing you together?!" Jimmy complained.
"I'll give you a share of my commission if you accept to appear in some of his vids." Logan suggested.
"You really want Doreen to murder me in my sleep!"
I was not sure if he was serious or not. It was always difficult to tell with Logan.
Jimmy did look great, being an even more obsessed gym rat than I was.
He had firm and large muscles in all the right places and he was only 34, physically at his prime.
I could not complain about Logan though, since this whole online viral moment had started, he had been a great partner and he had avoided me many mistakes.
I was for real about the commission. We had in fact already discussed it in details.
I would give fifteen percent of everything I was earning to Logan as long as he was guiding me through this crap.
He had come to visit us that week-end especially to help me finally setting my FansVips account.
It was time that I get serious about that and we get this running!
Talking of which, Logan had an idea.
"Wait here, guys. I'm gonna grab my phone in my bag. We need the camera."
"What for?" Jimmy asked dumbfounded.
"What do you think? Bruce's gonna need some pictures and the setting is perfect."
I looked around, a bit taken aback.
"Dude, in here. In the public showers?"
"Yes! Your fans will love this!"
Logan did not wait for me to approve the suggestion, he was already wrapping his smooth body in a towel and walking towards the lockers.
"You're serious about that? The x-rated page?" Jimmy asked me.
He was a little more serious, concerned even.
"Yes, I think so. Why not?"
"Man, I don't know. It's sort of a big leap. I get it, it might pay well but what will happen when the momentum will slow down?"
I got my hair under the water to relax me off.
I had been thinking about this for a while.
"Well, I don't intend to quit my job and I'm not doing anything illegal. I'm not taking much risks with that." I explained. "See, you have kids, a wife. But me, I'm free."
"Bruce, you're not 50 yet. You could still meet someone and this woman might not..."
"Might not want to share her life with a whore?"
He got out of the shower, his athletic body dripping.
"You know what I mean..."
"Yes. And you're not wrong. But the truth is, it's not only about the money. I've been exhausting myself for decades and for what? Minimum wage? A shitty apartment? A wife who left me for a damn lawyer? Don't I deserve to a little fun?"
Jimmy looked genuinely surprised there.
"So, you like that? You're having fun. Really?"
I did not have time to answer that Logan was coming back, holding his phone.
"Jim, move away if you don't wanna be on the shot."
My coworker jumped out of the shot with a quickness which made the three of us laughed.
"What am I supposed to do?" I asked.
"Like I always say, don't do anything specific. Just be yourself. I'm trying to snap authentic shots. That's what your audience wants."
I turned around so he would photograph my back and my ass first.
I was not decided on what exactly I would post online but Logan's motto was, let's create the content and see what is usable afterwards.
I guessed that he was right.
"Does this position look good?"
"Yes, perfect, just arch yourself down a little more maybe?"
As a joke, I completely bent over and showed them my hairy asshole. Then, I slid my dick like a tail between my legs.
Typical locker-rooms banters.
"Okay, guys, I'll leave you two up to it. That's a bit much for me." Jimmy said.
He was semi-laughing but he effectively went back to the locker-room.
"No use of this shots online, right?" I told Logan.
"We'll make decisions about that later. Turn around and face me now."
A group of younger black guys walked inside the communal showers. I knew them vaguely for living in my neighbourhood.
The gym was not very busy at this hour but we were not alone either. Having company was expected.
I turned towards Logan and to my surprise, he kept taking pictures of my naked body.
The guys stared at us, perplexed. One would be for less.
"Those last shots look amazing, Bruce!" Logan told me, enthusiastic.
"What the fuck are you doing?" The beefier of the black guys asked.
I bet that he was suspecting homosexual shenanigans. He was not entirely wrong.
As I had mentioned, I had nothing to hide.
I was not one to get myself into the porn business and foolishly believed that I could keep it to myself, or even worse, hide my face in the content.
Own it or do not do it!
"I'm considering opening a FansVips. We're testing things out." I casually explained.
Another guy of the group openly laughed.
"Ain't you a little old for that, pal?"
"Hey, don't make fun of him, you can make crazy money on there!" His friend said.
"Yes, if you're a girl. Davon' ex-girlfriend has a page, she's making thousands a month. But a dude... I'm not so sure."
Aside from me, it seemed like everyone in the United States was already very much in touch with the x-rated platforms and selling salacious content online.
"Check him on TikTok, he's already pretty famous. Silver Fox." Logan intervened.
The group stared at me, and at my junks.
They were certainly assessing if I had what it took down there to make it into the porn industry.
Those guys were probably straight and I had not reached their algorithm yet.
"Silver Fox, really?"
They laughed and I giggled with them.
I was not taking myself too seriously. Besides, what did I have to prove to these little fuckers, 25 years younger than I was.
I was done with my shower and the photoshoot and we returned to the locker room, my low hanging balls and cock swinging as I walked.
Logan was not missing any of the show I was displaying.
It was obvious that he was helping me much more for the eye candy than he was for the money, but I supposed that the extra-revenue was the excuse he needed to tell his boyfriend so he could keep on chatting with me and coming to see me.
We found Jimmy who had already changed in his every day clothes.
"I should go, Dorie's already waiting for me. Has the photoshoot gone well?"
"We could say that... We had a little audience by the end." I spoke.
"Oh... That's awkward."
"Not really, you know that I don't mind showing off."
I winked at my buddy.
"You're a piece of work Bruce, and I think Logan has a terrible influence on you."
Jimmy was smiling. We were all good.
"Is this okay if I join you before dinner tonight?" Logan asked.
"Yes, please, don't be too late. Dorie will be making something special for dinner."
"Okay, cool."
"Bruce, you're invited too of course, if you wanna join."
"Thanks, buddy, but I think I'll have some stuff to do at home tonight."
"Sure..."
Logan and I had locked our afternoon to solely work on the opening of the FansVips page and the management of my social media.
[Chapter 6 continues below]
SILVER FOX
Chapter 6: The Grand Opening (Part 2)
On my side, I knew that I would have a lot of messages and comments to go through in the following night. I was already behind.
Remember that I still had a full-time real-ass job so I could not be on my socials every day of the week.
That being said, Nick seemed to be managing his online presence pretty well but, in all fairness, even on sites, he was not working much.
Anyway, we got to work with Logan as soon as we got home.
Silver Fox was about to smash the FansVips' game, or at the very least, I hoped so!
That being said, things were much more complicated than I initially thought.
Filming the content and interacting with my followers was certainly the best part but when creating the private page, I had to deal with countless checks of my identity, marketing strategies, and checking on metrics I did not understand anything about.
There were also many foreign concepts to learn about: bots, PPVs, shout-outs, promo-pages, mass-messaging, feed and private walls, customs...
Logan tried to explain it all but I got bored fairly quickly.
"Can I just post naked pictures on there and people pay for it? And that's it." I growled.
"Bruce, if you don't establish a strategy, you won't last a month. You need to be careful with what you post, when you post it, and how you post it: on social media, on your private page, or via pay per view messages. If you show everything off all at once, people might lose interest quickly, if you don't show enough, people might unsubscribe."
"Okay, okay... Look, I'll just do whatever you tell me what to do. What about that? You seem to know your stuff."
Logan smiled.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to overwhelm you; I just don't want to ruin that thing you've got going. But honestly man, you're already dealing with it pretty well. You'll learn as you go and as you use those platforms, I'll just keep you from doing any big mistake as you start."
"That sounds good."
Another hour was spent where Logan showed me most of the tools and features of the website.
The possibility of doing live-shows, of writing to some specific group among your followers, of editing your content... It was a whole new world.
He showed me the pages a few established models he was subscribed to: Carlos Sanchez, The Nine Inches King, The Butt Prince...
Those guys were apparently making millions a year.
They did have one thing in common, each one of them had started with tame content, nudes, feet stuff, and they had ended up with huge cocks ploughed in their asses, bareback.
"Don't worry, man. They were already making a lot of money before going full gay-porn. Many guys stop before they get to that point... Although, admittedly, many seem to be getting into it as well."
"I'm not too worried. Trust me, Logan, I'll take a cock in my butthole when pigs will be flying around New-York City!"
"Yes, they're all saying that when they start... And then..."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"What about the content, then? Should we use the opportunity that you're here to get ahead and have some videos ready."
"Absolutely. We could see each other every couple of weeks and we would get enough content for the following fortnight. You can always film more stuff on your own but it's good to have footage where you're not always taking care of the recording yourself."
"For sure. What do you want me to do?"
It seemed like Dom Daddy had become Submissive Fox there.
I did not mind, I trusted Logan and above all, I trusted his work.
Just going through the pictures taken earlier at the gym, I found myself God damn hot.
He always knew how to make me look good, and more importantly, how to give my gay fans exactly what they wanted.
"Maybe we could film a strip-tease? I was also thinking about a shower video, we didn't have time to do it properly earlier. Maybe some pictures in the nude in various positions as well. It might be too soon for a jerk-off content, don't you think?"
I gulped.
The idea of jerking-off in front of Logan and a camera felt a bit icky, like a real step into online porn.
I am aware, I had already beat my meat in front of a gay couple and jizzed on their backs but being recorded by a friend simply hit different.
"I agree. A few videos, some of them naked, pictures too, and we should be fine for the grand opening of my page. What did you mean by a strip-tease? I cannot dance to save my life, man."
"I was more thinking of a coming back from work kind of videos."
"Coming back from work?"
"No dancing, no stupid choreography, no music... An actual construction worker who comes back after a long day of work and strips from his sweaty clothes before heading to the shower."
"Oh, I see. That could be cool! They would love that for sure."
"I know what I'm doing."
Logan grinned.
"Okay, let me change in my usual work clothes and we'll get to it. Should I wear something special?"
"Not really. Although, I think you could do without underwear..."
I chuckled.
"You do like it when I'm going commando, don't you?"
"Guilty."
Good, I thought, Logan was slowly owning up to the fact that he had it seriously hot for Silver Fox.
Who could blame him?
I picked my usual grey tank-top, it had old stains all over it and a small hole in the back but I correctly assumed it would work even better, a pair of jeans that I wore commando, and my brownish yellow work-shoes.
"How do I look?" I asked my movie director.
He was setting the camera in the entrance.
"Very good. Could you do some push-ups or pull-ups before we start filming, getting yourself sweating a bit?"
"Damn, what is up with you gay guys and the obsession with sweat or stink?"
"I don't know, something to do with testosterones or pheromones I guess."
"That must be it..." I grunted.
I did not discuss the instructions though and I was on for my second training session of the day.
It did not last long; it was just a way to exhaust myself quickly and looked musky enough on camera.
Since it was very hot inside, (still no air-conditioning), I got the pearls of sweat dripping from my forehead and armpits rather quickly.
I could feel my ass-crack getting wet too.
"So, you'll enter the apartment like you normally do. You take off your shoes, you top, and your jeans, and I'll just be filming you like a fly on the wall, until you get into your bathroom. Then, we'll cut and we'll record another video for the shower."
"All clear, Sir!"
I faked a soldier salute.
"We'll do the military roleplay another time." He replied seriously.
I felt funny going out of my apartment only to come back inside of it again. For some authentic content, my entrance would be fake as fuck.
Although, I suppose the content planned was not so different from what I was doing every day in real life.
My followers would get a feel of the real me.
Also, I was adamant at not shooting a video twice. Like, I was not a professional actor and we were not going to re-do the scenes.
I did as I was told.
I walked in; I threw my shoes away, incidentally showed my feet to the camera that I had been ordered not to look at directly; I peeled off my dirty tank-top; And walking towards my bathroom, I started sliding off my jeans, exposing my bare hairy ass and my cock right underneath.
A couple of minutes. Easy footage. No bullshit.
I was happy with the final product.
From this point on, I was stark naked while Logan was uploading the content on my computer.
As planned, we would film a bunch of stuff and worry about editing and posting it later.
That being said, I found myself with my balls and dick hanging for nearly a half hour while Logan was taking care of technical details.
He was glancing at me often but overall; he remained very professional.
Then, finally, it was time to take a long steamy shower.
This video was a bit longer than the previous one. Logan filmed my back, the front, he asked me to drop and pick up the soap, to caress my chest and my junks with a washcloth...
It did get spicier, especially as I was requested to bend over many times, but whenever I was feeling like it might have been too much, Logan reassured me that, in the end, I would be the one deciding what content we would be using or not.
"Better have too much content than not sufficiently!"
I agreed and I ended up with my ass smashed against the glass door of my shower, and then, with a wet and semi-hard cock in front of the mirror.
From this point on, Logan stopped filming and started snapping pictures instead.
He asked me to wrap myself in a towel and then to slowly untuck it. He was taking hundreds of shots.
We ended the lewd shooting session in my bed.
"What should I do now?"
"Just lie down, as if you were taking a nap. You look gorgeous."
Not going to lie, I was very much happy with the compliments.
I lied down in my bed as he had instructed, and I let Logan photographing me under every possible angle.
My dick was mostly soft, but not fully.
"Could you move your cock a little bit to the left so it lies against your thigh or your stomach?"
I grabbed my junks and tried to do I was told.
"Like that?"
"Hmmm... Not really. Could you just..."
I moved my cock around but Logan never looked satisfied.
"Dude, do you want me to get hard or something? Just say it!" I grunted.
"No, not really... It looks flaccid but pumped, it's great. It's just... Well, do you mind?"
He got closer to me and extended his arms towards my prominent genitals.
"Please, go ahead."
He grabbed my cock himself to put it exactly where it needed it to be.
I gulped.
I definitely felt tingles in the pit of my stomach as he was feeling me up. This was a first.
Also, this time around, there was no doubt that my cock was getting hard.
Logan returned to his previous spot where he could take full-body shots and he kept snapping pictures, visibly pleased with how my cock was now looking.
You bet that he liked it!
I wondered what he would assume about my growing erection.
Probably not much, as he had said at the gym, Logan seemed to think that I was simply an open-minded straight man.
I guess that it was an accurate summary.
The photoshoot ended before I got to full mast.
Logan had to free some space on his phone to be able to capture more footage. He uploaded everything we had done so far on my computer.
I let him do his thing and I checked myself in the mirror.
I hoped that I was not delusional and that people would actually pay to see that shit. Did I look that good? How many subscribers would be there for the grand opening?
I was supposed to make the announcement on my social media later that day.
Lost in my thoughts, Logan called me.
"Bruce, come check this out!"
I thought he wanted to show me one of the clips or one of the photographs we had just taken but he was on the freshly-opened FansVips.
SILVER FOX had 0 subscriber but the page was online.
"Great. It's up and running!" I spoke. "Thanks a lot, man!"
My profile picture alone looked great.
"Yes, but look at this!" Logan said, excited.
He was surfing on yet another tool of the page, the "contacts" tab or something.
"What am I looking at exactly?"
"The app automatically connected some contacts from your email address with people you know with a FansVips account, and look who's here!"
He clicked on a profile: "WILD NICK".
"Fucking hell, the kid's been doing this shit on the side!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, apparently, your co-worker has had an active FansVips with hundreds of contents for more than six months."
"The little trickster!"
I clicked on the profile picture, no doubt it was him, biting his lips and looking naughty as ever.
Damn, the blondie had more than a hundred posts already!
Who would have thought?
[To be continued]
Chapter 6: The Grand Opening (Part 2)
On my side, I knew that I would have a lot of messages and comments to go through in the following night. I was already behind.
Remember that I still had a full-time real-ass job so I could not be on my socials every day of the week.
That being said, Nick seemed to be managing his online presence pretty well but, in all fairness, even on sites, he was not working much.
Anyway, we got to work with Logan as soon as we got home.
Silver Fox was about to smash the FansVips' game, or at the very least, I hoped so!
That being said, things were much more complicated than I initially thought.
Filming the content and interacting with my followers was certainly the best part but when creating the private page, I had to deal with countless checks of my identity, marketing strategies, and checking on metrics I did not understand anything about.
There were also many foreign concepts to learn about: bots, PPVs, shout-outs, promo-pages, mass-messaging, feed and private walls, customs...
Logan tried to explain it all but I got bored fairly quickly.
"Can I just post naked pictures on there and people pay for it? And that's it." I growled.
"Bruce, if you don't establish a strategy, you won't last a month. You need to be careful with what you post, when you post it, and how you post it: on social media, on your private page, or via pay per view messages. If you show everything off all at once, people might lose interest quickly, if you don't show enough, people might unsubscribe."
"Okay, okay... Look, I'll just do whatever you tell me what to do. What about that? You seem to know your stuff."
Logan smiled.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to overwhelm you; I just don't want to ruin that thing you've got going. But honestly man, you're already dealing with it pretty well. You'll learn as you go and as you use those platforms, I'll just keep you from doing any big mistake as you start."
"That sounds good."
Another hour was spent where Logan showed me most of the tools and features of the website.
The possibility of doing live-shows, of writing to some specific group among your followers, of editing your content... It was a whole new world.
He showed me the pages a few established models he was subscribed to: Carlos Sanchez, The Nine Inches King, The Butt Prince...
Those guys were apparently making millions a year.
They did have one thing in common, each one of them had started with tame content, nudes, feet stuff, and they had ended up with huge cocks ploughed in their asses, bareback.
"Don't worry, man. They were already making a lot of money before going full gay-porn. Many guys stop before they get to that point... Although, admittedly, many seem to be getting into it as well."
"I'm not too worried. Trust me, Logan, I'll take a cock in my butthole when pigs will be flying around New-York City!"
"Yes, they're all saying that when they start... And then..."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"What about the content, then? Should we use the opportunity that you're here to get ahead and have some videos ready."
"Absolutely. We could see each other every couple of weeks and we would get enough content for the following fortnight. You can always film more stuff on your own but it's good to have footage where you're not always taking care of the recording yourself."
"For sure. What do you want me to do?"
It seemed like Dom Daddy had become Submissive Fox there.
I did not mind, I trusted Logan and above all, I trusted his work.
Just going through the pictures taken earlier at the gym, I found myself God damn hot.
He always knew how to make me look good, and more importantly, how to give my gay fans exactly what they wanted.
"Maybe we could film a strip-tease? I was also thinking about a shower video, we didn't have time to do it properly earlier. Maybe some pictures in the nude in various positions as well. It might be too soon for a jerk-off content, don't you think?"
I gulped.
The idea of jerking-off in front of Logan and a camera felt a bit icky, like a real step into online porn.
I am aware, I had already beat my meat in front of a gay couple and jizzed on their backs but being recorded by a friend simply hit different.
"I agree. A few videos, some of them naked, pictures too, and we should be fine for the grand opening of my page. What did you mean by a strip-tease? I cannot dance to save my life, man."
"I was more thinking of a coming back from work kind of videos."
"Coming back from work?"
"No dancing, no stupid choreography, no music... An actual construction worker who comes back after a long day of work and strips from his sweaty clothes before heading to the shower."
"Oh, I see. That could be cool! They would love that for sure."
"I know what I'm doing."
Logan grinned.
"Okay, let me change in my usual work clothes and we'll get to it. Should I wear something special?"
"Not really. Although, I think you could do without underwear..."
I chuckled.
"You do like it when I'm going commando, don't you?"
"Guilty."
Good, I thought, Logan was slowly owning up to the fact that he had it seriously hot for Silver Fox.
Who could blame him?
I picked my usual grey tank-top, it had old stains all over it and a small hole in the back but I correctly assumed it would work even better, a pair of jeans that I wore commando, and my brownish yellow work-shoes.
"How do I look?" I asked my movie director.
He was setting the camera in the entrance.
"Very good. Could you do some push-ups or pull-ups before we start filming, getting yourself sweating a bit?"
"Damn, what is up with you gay guys and the obsession with sweat or stink?"
"I don't know, something to do with testosterones or pheromones I guess."
"That must be it..." I grunted.
I did not discuss the instructions though and I was on for my second training session of the day.
It did not last long; it was just a way to exhaust myself quickly and looked musky enough on camera.
Since it was very hot inside, (still no air-conditioning), I got the pearls of sweat dripping from my forehead and armpits rather quickly.
I could feel my ass-crack getting wet too.
"So, you'll enter the apartment like you normally do. You take off your shoes, you top, and your jeans, and I'll just be filming you like a fly on the wall, until you get into your bathroom. Then, we'll cut and we'll record another video for the shower."
"All clear, Sir!"
I faked a soldier salute.
"We'll do the military roleplay another time." He replied seriously.
I felt funny going out of my apartment only to come back inside of it again. For some authentic content, my entrance would be fake as fuck.
Although, I suppose the content planned was not so different from what I was doing every day in real life.
My followers would get a feel of the real me.
Also, I was adamant at not shooting a video twice. Like, I was not a professional actor and we were not going to re-do the scenes.
I did as I was told.
I walked in; I threw my shoes away, incidentally showed my feet to the camera that I had been ordered not to look at directly; I peeled off my dirty tank-top; And walking towards my bathroom, I started sliding off my jeans, exposing my bare hairy ass and my cock right underneath.
A couple of minutes. Easy footage. No bullshit.
I was happy with the final product.
From this point on, I was stark naked while Logan was uploading the content on my computer.
As planned, we would film a bunch of stuff and worry about editing and posting it later.
That being said, I found myself with my balls and dick hanging for nearly a half hour while Logan was taking care of technical details.
He was glancing at me often but overall; he remained very professional.
Then, finally, it was time to take a long steamy shower.
This video was a bit longer than the previous one. Logan filmed my back, the front, he asked me to drop and pick up the soap, to caress my chest and my junks with a washcloth...
It did get spicier, especially as I was requested to bend over many times, but whenever I was feeling like it might have been too much, Logan reassured me that, in the end, I would be the one deciding what content we would be using or not.
"Better have too much content than not sufficiently!"
I agreed and I ended up with my ass smashed against the glass door of my shower, and then, with a wet and semi-hard cock in front of the mirror.
From this point on, Logan stopped filming and started snapping pictures instead.
He asked me to wrap myself in a towel and then to slowly untuck it. He was taking hundreds of shots.
We ended the lewd shooting session in my bed.
"What should I do now?"
"Just lie down, as if you were taking a nap. You look gorgeous."
Not going to lie, I was very much happy with the compliments.
I lied down in my bed as he had instructed, and I let Logan photographing me under every possible angle.
My dick was mostly soft, but not fully.
"Could you move your cock a little bit to the left so it lies against your thigh or your stomach?"
I grabbed my junks and tried to do I was told.
"Like that?"
"Hmmm... Not really. Could you just..."
I moved my cock around but Logan never looked satisfied.
"Dude, do you want me to get hard or something? Just say it!" I grunted.
"No, not really... It looks flaccid but pumped, it's great. It's just... Well, do you mind?"
He got closer to me and extended his arms towards my prominent genitals.
"Please, go ahead."
He grabbed my cock himself to put it exactly where it needed it to be.
I gulped.
I definitely felt tingles in the pit of my stomach as he was feeling me up. This was a first.
Also, this time around, there was no doubt that my cock was getting hard.
Logan returned to his previous spot where he could take full-body shots and he kept snapping pictures, visibly pleased with how my cock was now looking.
You bet that he liked it!
I wondered what he would assume about my growing erection.
Probably not much, as he had said at the gym, Logan seemed to think that I was simply an open-minded straight man.
I guess that it was an accurate summary.
The photoshoot ended before I got to full mast.
Logan had to free some space on his phone to be able to capture more footage. He uploaded everything we had done so far on my computer.
I let him do his thing and I checked myself in the mirror.
I hoped that I was not delusional and that people would actually pay to see that shit. Did I look that good? How many subscribers would be there for the grand opening?
I was supposed to make the announcement on my social media later that day.
Lost in my thoughts, Logan called me.
"Bruce, come check this out!"
I thought he wanted to show me one of the clips or one of the photographs we had just taken but he was on the freshly-opened FansVips.
SILVER FOX had 0 subscriber but the page was online.
"Great. It's up and running!" I spoke. "Thanks a lot, man!"
My profile picture alone looked great.
"Yes, but look at this!" Logan said, excited.
He was surfing on yet another tool of the page, the "contacts" tab or something.
"What am I looking at exactly?"
"The app automatically connected some contacts from your email address with people you know with a FansVips account, and look who's here!"
He clicked on a profile: "WILD NICK".
"Fucking hell, the kid's been doing this shit on the side!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, apparently, your co-worker has had an active FansVips with hundreds of contents for more than six months."
"The little trickster!"
I clicked on the profile picture, no doubt it was him, biting his lips and looking naughty as ever.
Damn, the blondie had more than a hundred posts already!
Who would have thought?
[To be continued]
Excellent work my man---very very HOT!!!
Great addition man--awesome new material...
Scary how accurate this is!
Damn, only time will tell if that guy follows the same path as Silver Fox in my story!
Next chapter is coming out tonight. 
SILVER FOX
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Chapter 7: Fresh Nick Gone Wild (Part 1)
"That's the guy who works with you and Jim, right? The one who's filmed your first video?" Logan asked.
"Yes, that's him. Freaking Nick!"
"I got bored with his content on TikTok but he does look pretty hot. Makes me want to follow him again."
I checked the profile once more to make sure.
His bio was linking to his TikTok: FreshNick.
There was a clever line on how this page was the place where he could (finally) get wild without being limited by social media's community guidelines.
"He's been acting like he wanted to become a serious influencer... My ass! He just wants to make quick money!"
Logan teased me.
"Not sure you really are in a position to judge."
He stared at my bare cock, hanging out.
"I don't judge. It's just... I had no idea!"
"Aren't you curious about what he's putting out there?"
I definitely was but I downplayed it.
"Maybe... I wonder how far he takes it."
"I have to go; Jimmy and Doreen will probably be waiting for me. Look, you can use my own account if you want to sub to him."
"I don't wanna be a submissive to damn Nick!" I exclaimed, horrified by the idea.
"A subscriber, idiot, not a submissive!"
I laughed at my own stupidity.
The online lingo was tough sometimes. When the same shortened word might mean two different things, it could get confusing.
"Oh, well... I see."
"Do whatever you want, I may be subscribing to his page myself anyway."
Logan left and I was staring at my computer screen, tempted by Nick's profile.
As always, Logan had been a good mate there.
Using his account was a great way to check Nick's activities without him knowing.
I did not want the smug brat to have the satisfaction of seeing Silver Fox paying for his content that I assumed to be ridiculous.
I was hesitant though. I was not sure I wanted to see whatever X-rated stuff my coworker was posting online.
I wondered why he was not advertising his page on his TikTok.
I had now more than 60.000 more followers than he had there. Nick did not seem able to reach the 100K mark despite his continuous efforts.
Still, by promoting on his social media, he would have gained more subscribers for his paid content for sure.
Unless he was posting stuff, he was not too proud of...
As often in life, curiosity won.
I hit the subscribe button.
Since the shoot with Logan, I had not put any of my clothes back on.
I became self-conscious about it as I was scrolling through the sex posts of the most annoying of my co-workers, stark naked.
If only he could see me right now!
The first series of content, posted about six months prior, was rather tame.
The same shirtless dance videos than he was already posting on his other social media, a few pictures in underwear, nothing really scandalous or wild.
It was the comments that got my attention.
"We need to see that good dick."
"Show us more!"
"Where are the kinky stuff you promised in my DMs?"
I retained two things out of those comments.
First, people were not happy with an X-rated page which would not feature nude shots. They felt like they had been cheated.
Second, the "DMs", that was where Nick was promoting his page. A good way to remain discreet.
He must have picked the most dedicated of his followers to send them the forbidden link. Those were probably the same people who were sending me daily messages to have access to my own FansVips.
The dull content did not last for long though.
As the weeks went by, Nick got a bit daring on his page and as a result, his posts were getting much more likes and engagement.
I stopped scrolling when I stumbled on the first picture of his bare ass.
The dude was smooth and his slight blond hair were almost invisible on his pale white bum.
Frankly, if I did not know it was him, I could have mistaken it for a woman's bubble butt. Especially as it was a close-up picture and you could therefore not see his upper chest or his hair.
He looked like a curvy woman.
I suppose that is the reason why I got hard.
What a little slut. I thought.
I had a strange sense of satisfaction of seeing the cocky jock whoring himself online.
I was basically about to do the exact same thing, and in some ways, I had done much worse already in the past few weeks, but still, arrogant and better-than-anyone-else Nick was just like every other desperate dude on this planet: selling his ass for a few dollars a month.
I kept scrolling.
His cock was featured next.
Hard. Another close up. Not a great shot but I must say, a decent-looking dick. I was surprised by it; I did not know Nick was packing.
Just like me, he was uncut. His cock was satisfying both in length and in girth.
I envied his 19 years-old firm erection.
At his age, I was virtually hard 24/7.
Thankfully, age had not beat me down too much on that front. Especially as of late, I had been crazy horny! But I was getting worried for the decade to come; sex was such a large part of my life.
To be fair, my own cock was hard just looking at those pics.
Thankfully, there was more ass than cock on his page. Nick's fans seem to have their liking for his peachy bum.
I did too.
As the weeks progressed, Nick was no longer shy with delivering full body shots... and with spreading his legs.
From his butt, he was now showing his butthole.
Pinkish, deliciously smooth.
Good lord, for a lack of a better word, he looked very fuckable.
I started to wonder if Nick was not secretly gay or something. Was it all for show? The way he was bending over on a post dating from three months prior was definitely raising questions.
On one of the very first videos that he posted; he was inviting his subscribers to check their private messages for a steamy video featuring his best ASSet.
To make his point clearer, he turned around and slapped his bum at the end of his promotional speech.
Yeap, my hard-on was solid as a brick now!
What did that say about me?
I felt somewhat shaky but I kept going.
This thing gets addictive. I can see why people subscribe to FansVips page and cannot get enough of their favourite models.
You sort of want to see how far he might be willing to go.
In a way, this was a great teaching lesson for me, to see how a page could work, what people like and dislike, and what I, as a consumer, was expecting.
For instance, I found myself hoping that I would get to see Nick stretch his ass even more.
My wish was fulfilled only a few posts later, on the most outrageous picture yet, Nick was lying on his bed, his legs up in the air, and he was spreading his two ass cheeks with his hands.
"Fucking Hell!" I grunted.
I had to zoom in.
Was that a manly ass or was that a pussy? Honestly, one could wonder. It was so smooth and juicy.
The next post was even more explicit. The same pose but in video.
Nick was looking right at the camera as he was pulling on his ass cheeks, offering his virgin pink hole to his eager viewers.
I assumed it was virgin of course.
It did look very tight.
Once he had crossed that line, it did seem like all bets were off and the content of his page got increasingly raunchier.
He was jerking-off in another video (less popular than the one featuring his opened ass); he was sucking his fingers off as if he was bobbing up and down on a cock (that post was a hit and did make my cock grew at full mast, it was so raunchy); and then, he was nutting on his chest, exposing his creamy loads to his audience.
I was mindlessly stroking myself as I was getting to the most recent posts.
Lately, Nick was working a new angle. The construction worker's look. He was posting pictures of himself wearing work overalls or posing at a site. I recognized some of the places we had been working at recently.
Among those videos, there were the ones recorded by Mitchell about a week before.
Nick had gotten inspired by Silver Fox, that was for sure.
Although, his style was much different than mine now.
There was a ten-seconds clip promoting another pay-per-view video. The title: "Fingering my tight asshole for the very first time!"
No need to paint you a picture of what he was doing in the preview, stretching his hole, licking his fingers off, and rubbing them against his pucker, ready to invade.
It was the most liked video of his entire page.
I could not believe he was going that far.
But it was seemingly only the beginning. That very afternoon, he had shared one last post. The only content where he was not featured on the picture.
Instead, there was a single thing captured.
A pink dildo.
The caption read:
"Are you ready for this page to go to the next level?"
Nick was about to dildo his ass for his fans.
Maybe I was not ready for this after all! Maybe I was not as open-minded as I thought.
I was shocked... but freakishly horny.
Fresh Nick had definitely gone wild. The attention whore had turned into a proper whore. It was full circle in a way.
What was I supposed to do with this information?
I felt a bit uncomfortable with the secret nature of the account.
Would Logan let Jimmy know about that or would he respect Nick's privacy?
I wished that Nick would have been more opened about this.
A crazy idea crossed my mind. Maybe we could have even worked together.
Overall, I now understood why he was so distracted at work. He could not care less about construction, he was already planning and working on a whole different career.
Since he was trying to make real money out of this, I thought that his hustle to get more views and followers on social media was more commendable.
Although, that did not make him less annoying.
Maybe looking at his tight pussy had softened my feelings about him.
I was about to shut the page for good when I realized that there was a new message in my inbox. Well, in Logan's inbox. I was still using his account.
"What's up, Logan? Welcome to my wild side! How did you find my page? And what would you like to see on here? I do custom vids and private live shows as well."
Private live-shows.
Logan had told me about them.
You could film yourself live for your audience, generally doing something kinky like jerking-off, but some buyers would also pay to have you all for themselves, for a few minutes and sometimes for a much longer period of time.
The ultimate whore 2.0.
[Chapter 7 continues below]
Chapter 7: Fresh Nick Gone Wild (Part 1)
"That's the guy who works with you and Jim, right? The one who's filmed your first video?" Logan asked.
"Yes, that's him. Freaking Nick!"
"I got bored with his content on TikTok but he does look pretty hot. Makes me want to follow him again."
I checked the profile once more to make sure.
His bio was linking to his TikTok: FreshNick.
There was a clever line on how this page was the place where he could (finally) get wild without being limited by social media's community guidelines.
"He's been acting like he wanted to become a serious influencer... My ass! He just wants to make quick money!"
Logan teased me.
"Not sure you really are in a position to judge."
He stared at my bare cock, hanging out.
"I don't judge. It's just... I had no idea!"
"Aren't you curious about what he's putting out there?"
I definitely was but I downplayed it.
"Maybe... I wonder how far he takes it."
"I have to go; Jimmy and Doreen will probably be waiting for me. Look, you can use my own account if you want to sub to him."
"I don't wanna be a submissive to damn Nick!" I exclaimed, horrified by the idea.
"A subscriber, idiot, not a submissive!"
I laughed at my own stupidity.
The online lingo was tough sometimes. When the same shortened word might mean two different things, it could get confusing.
"Oh, well... I see."
"Do whatever you want, I may be subscribing to his page myself anyway."
Logan left and I was staring at my computer screen, tempted by Nick's profile.
As always, Logan had been a good mate there.
Using his account was a great way to check Nick's activities without him knowing.
I did not want the smug brat to have the satisfaction of seeing Silver Fox paying for his content that I assumed to be ridiculous.
I was hesitant though. I was not sure I wanted to see whatever X-rated stuff my coworker was posting online.
I wondered why he was not advertising his page on his TikTok.
I had now more than 60.000 more followers than he had there. Nick did not seem able to reach the 100K mark despite his continuous efforts.
Still, by promoting on his social media, he would have gained more subscribers for his paid content for sure.
Unless he was posting stuff, he was not too proud of...
As often in life, curiosity won.
I hit the subscribe button.
Since the shoot with Logan, I had not put any of my clothes back on.
I became self-conscious about it as I was scrolling through the sex posts of the most annoying of my co-workers, stark naked.
If only he could see me right now!
The first series of content, posted about six months prior, was rather tame.
The same shirtless dance videos than he was already posting on his other social media, a few pictures in underwear, nothing really scandalous or wild.
It was the comments that got my attention.
"We need to see that good dick."
"Show us more!"
"Where are the kinky stuff you promised in my DMs?"
I retained two things out of those comments.
First, people were not happy with an X-rated page which would not feature nude shots. They felt like they had been cheated.
Second, the "DMs", that was where Nick was promoting his page. A good way to remain discreet.
He must have picked the most dedicated of his followers to send them the forbidden link. Those were probably the same people who were sending me daily messages to have access to my own FansVips.
The dull content did not last for long though.
As the weeks went by, Nick got a bit daring on his page and as a result, his posts were getting much more likes and engagement.
I stopped scrolling when I stumbled on the first picture of his bare ass.
The dude was smooth and his slight blond hair were almost invisible on his pale white bum.
Frankly, if I did not know it was him, I could have mistaken it for a woman's bubble butt. Especially as it was a close-up picture and you could therefore not see his upper chest or his hair.
He looked like a curvy woman.
I suppose that is the reason why I got hard.
What a little slut. I thought.
I had a strange sense of satisfaction of seeing the cocky jock whoring himself online.
I was basically about to do the exact same thing, and in some ways, I had done much worse already in the past few weeks, but still, arrogant and better-than-anyone-else Nick was just like every other desperate dude on this planet: selling his ass for a few dollars a month.
I kept scrolling.
His cock was featured next.
Hard. Another close up. Not a great shot but I must say, a decent-looking dick. I was surprised by it; I did not know Nick was packing.
Just like me, he was uncut. His cock was satisfying both in length and in girth.
I envied his 19 years-old firm erection.
At his age, I was virtually hard 24/7.
Thankfully, age had not beat me down too much on that front. Especially as of late, I had been crazy horny! But I was getting worried for the decade to come; sex was such a large part of my life.
To be fair, my own cock was hard just looking at those pics.
Thankfully, there was more ass than cock on his page. Nick's fans seem to have their liking for his peachy bum.
I did too.
As the weeks progressed, Nick was no longer shy with delivering full body shots... and with spreading his legs.
From his butt, he was now showing his butthole.
Pinkish, deliciously smooth.
Good lord, for a lack of a better word, he looked very fuckable.
I started to wonder if Nick was not secretly gay or something. Was it all for show? The way he was bending over on a post dating from three months prior was definitely raising questions.
On one of the very first videos that he posted; he was inviting his subscribers to check their private messages for a steamy video featuring his best ASSet.
To make his point clearer, he turned around and slapped his bum at the end of his promotional speech.
Yeap, my hard-on was solid as a brick now!
What did that say about me?
I felt somewhat shaky but I kept going.
This thing gets addictive. I can see why people subscribe to FansVips page and cannot get enough of their favourite models.
You sort of want to see how far he might be willing to go.
In a way, this was a great teaching lesson for me, to see how a page could work, what people like and dislike, and what I, as a consumer, was expecting.
For instance, I found myself hoping that I would get to see Nick stretch his ass even more.
My wish was fulfilled only a few posts later, on the most outrageous picture yet, Nick was lying on his bed, his legs up in the air, and he was spreading his two ass cheeks with his hands.
"Fucking Hell!" I grunted.
I had to zoom in.
Was that a manly ass or was that a pussy? Honestly, one could wonder. It was so smooth and juicy.
The next post was even more explicit. The same pose but in video.
Nick was looking right at the camera as he was pulling on his ass cheeks, offering his virgin pink hole to his eager viewers.
I assumed it was virgin of course.
It did look very tight.
Once he had crossed that line, it did seem like all bets were off and the content of his page got increasingly raunchier.
He was jerking-off in another video (less popular than the one featuring his opened ass); he was sucking his fingers off as if he was bobbing up and down on a cock (that post was a hit and did make my cock grew at full mast, it was so raunchy); and then, he was nutting on his chest, exposing his creamy loads to his audience.
I was mindlessly stroking myself as I was getting to the most recent posts.
Lately, Nick was working a new angle. The construction worker's look. He was posting pictures of himself wearing work overalls or posing at a site. I recognized some of the places we had been working at recently.
Among those videos, there were the ones recorded by Mitchell about a week before.
Nick had gotten inspired by Silver Fox, that was for sure.
Although, his style was much different than mine now.
There was a ten-seconds clip promoting another pay-per-view video. The title: "Fingering my tight asshole for the very first time!"
No need to paint you a picture of what he was doing in the preview, stretching his hole, licking his fingers off, and rubbing them against his pucker, ready to invade.
It was the most liked video of his entire page.
I could not believe he was going that far.
But it was seemingly only the beginning. That very afternoon, he had shared one last post. The only content where he was not featured on the picture.
Instead, there was a single thing captured.
A pink dildo.
The caption read:
"Are you ready for this page to go to the next level?"
Nick was about to dildo his ass for his fans.
Maybe I was not ready for this after all! Maybe I was not as open-minded as I thought.
I was shocked... but freakishly horny.
Fresh Nick had definitely gone wild. The attention whore had turned into a proper whore. It was full circle in a way.
What was I supposed to do with this information?
I felt a bit uncomfortable with the secret nature of the account.
Would Logan let Jimmy know about that or would he respect Nick's privacy?
I wished that Nick would have been more opened about this.
A crazy idea crossed my mind. Maybe we could have even worked together.
Overall, I now understood why he was so distracted at work. He could not care less about construction, he was already planning and working on a whole different career.
Since he was trying to make real money out of this, I thought that his hustle to get more views and followers on social media was more commendable.
Although, that did not make him less annoying.
Maybe looking at his tight pussy had softened my feelings about him.
I was about to shut the page for good when I realized that there was a new message in my inbox. Well, in Logan's inbox. I was still using his account.
"What's up, Logan? Welcome to my wild side! How did you find my page? And what would you like to see on here? I do custom vids and private live shows as well."
Private live-shows.
Logan had told me about them.
You could film yourself live for your audience, generally doing something kinky like jerking-off, but some buyers would also pay to have you all for themselves, for a few minutes and sometimes for a much longer period of time.
The ultimate whore 2.0.
[Chapter 7 continues below]
SILVER FOX
Chapter 7: Fresh Nick Gone Wild (Part 2)
I was curious about his rates. Nick's business model could give me an idea of how much I could charge myself.
"How much for a live-show?" I wrote.
I was feeling a sense of adrenaline as I walked in this dangerous territory.
Nick replied a couple minutes later.
"10$ for each minute. Reduced fee at 60$ for a full ten minutes. And then 50$ every additional ten minutes. Additional fees might be required for special requests (cum, dildos...) I'm feeling hot right now..."
And I had always thought Nick was a fool!
He was proving me wrong there; this was actually a very smart way to conduct his business and encourage people to book longer shows.
Who knew he was so good at maths and marketing?
For some reason, I was inclined to try it.
I know, right? What the hell was I thinking, ordering a live-show from my irritating co-worker?
I suppose that the opportunity was just too good. I had not asked for it and it had landed in my hands.
"Why not? Would you be free for a ten minutes show? I have 60$ to spare."
To rationalize my behaviour, I told myself that the prick could teach me another lesson.
How did the shows actually go? What should have I been expecting for my own live-performances?
It was strictly business.
Besides, the guy had been on my ass for months, making me miserable.
Only recently, he was doing the bare minimum at work because Mike Porter's dad was back in charge. Otherwise, he was spending his time taking breaks and managing his social media while I was killing my back.
Honestly, I had deserved to offer myself a bit of fun, no? I could toy with him a little. And I would pay him, it was fair.
Thank you, Louis and Mitchell for the one grand.
I was using part of their money for something they would definitely approve of!
"Let's go. You send me the money and I'm launching the app so you can see me live. Strip dance, flexing, oiling up my ass... What do you have in mind?"
Nick was quick in answering his DMs but this was not surprising.
The dude was seemingly online 24/7.
"All of this sounds good. I send you the 60$ right now."
I could tell myself all the stories in the world to justify what I was doing, but the reality was, my hard leaking cock was mostly contributing to the messages I was writing and to the fact that I was entering my credit card in the damn app.
You know how some people say that you should never make a decision when you're under a strong emotion, or never go to the grocery stores when you're hungry, well, you should never use your money when you have a dripping boner.
I sent the 60$ and I surprised myself being super anxious of what was going to happen next.
My dick was not deflating though.
See, when you have spent 46 years of your life being straight, and all of your adult life only fucking with women, asking another man to do a private sex show for you would offer some spice which would certainly make you horny.
I was living for the forbidden aspect of what I was doing.
It was taboo, wrong, uncalled for.
And yet, I was doing it, and stroking myself while waiting for the call to start.
Nick was not the only one going wild that evening!
Nearly ten minutes had passed since I had sent the money, and nothing happened.
Shit. Look at me, being stood up by Nick of all people. I was starting to think that I should have anticipated that. Being unprofessional was very typical of him.
I was writing a pissed-off message about how unserious he was but the app rang before I could send it through.
I felt butterflies in my stomach like a teenage girl going on her first date.
This was so new, so unexpected, and so thrilling in a way.
I checked that my own camera was off and I answered the call.
Frankly, I was semi-anticipating the whole thing to be a joke, but looking at Nick on the other end of the visio-call, it clearly was not a joke.
The young hunk was dead-serious about this.
He was standing in front of his camera, probably held by a tripod, wearing a tank-top and a pair of small shorts, various bottles of oils and a fairly large dildo were displayed on a bedside table right next to him.
"Hey, Logan! So, you were in the mood? Wanted to have some fun with Wild Nick tonight?"
I was stunned.
"You're here, babe?"
He had called me babe; this was the fifth dimension! This could not be real.
I was too taken aback that I let him hanging there, talking to a wall.
"Logan? Hello? You're here?"
Still, my freaking cock was hard as a rock.
My fingers slightly trembling, I typed.
"Strip."
Nick smiled, reassured that I was there.
"Oh, I see, you're the direct type. Not one to beat around the bush or to have a meaningless chat."
In all fairness, that was quite a good depiction of my character.
"Exactly." I typed back.
He was talking and I was typing. Such a weird vibe.
Relationships in 2024 were definitely something else.
Nick put some music on to hype himself up, a modern RnB tune that I did not know about, - not my generation -, and he started shimmering his athletic body for me.
I told myself that I had to stop freaking out and to simply look at the show he was giving.
No big deal.
I could not believe how slutty he was acting already, one minute in, grinding on the floor of his own bedroom.
I thought that I recalled that Nick was still living with his father.
Just imagine if he had been surprised caressing his own chest and peeling his top off in front of the camera.
"You like it?" Nick asked me.
I thought that I could at the very least give him a "Yes" here, to encourage his efforts.
"Nice... You know I aim to please... You'll see, ten minutes with me and you'll get addicted."
I saw exactly what he was trying to do there. He had identified me as a paying client and he wanted to turn me into a regular.
Maybe this was the reason he was so accommodating and constantly making sure that I was having a good time.
If I referred to the firmness of my cock and the precum sliding on my shaft, I was.
There were so many feelings mixed together as he started taking his shorts off.
A sentiment of revenge as he had been a pain in the ass for so long; a sentiment of power as I was ordering him around; a sentiment of pure excitement as he was revealing an amazing bubble butt trapped into a red pair of jockstraps; and admittedly, a sentiment of adrenaline as the guy would probably be mortified if he knew who was the person watching him at that very moment.
Maybe I should have felt bad about this whole thing...
Or maybe, I was the idiot in the story.
In the end, I was the one paying!
Four minutes into the show, - it was going by so quickly -, Nick had grabbed a bottle of massage oil and he began smearing the glistening juice all over his lean and shredded chest.
I was done with wrecking my mind around this. Overthinking was not my style anyway.
I decided to write him some instructions.
"Enough with the chest, oil that sweet ass of yours, bitch."
He bit his lips sensually while reading the message.
"You naughty boy." He spoke. "You want to see my ass? My big juicy cake?"
Nick was such a tease.
I hate to admit it, but it was working. I was getting very hyped.
Slowly, he turned around and bent over.
Two smooth buns, trapped in a pair of jockstraps. I liked it better that his dick was hidden in the pouch.
I was here for his sweet ass-cheeks.
He was on all fours, in a narrow space between his bed, the bedside table, and what looked like a desk.
There, he started oiling up his own ass.
"Hum... That feels nice... I love feeling my own butt in my hands... So, fucking meaty... You should taste it, honey..."
I gulped.
I was wanking myself furiously now.
I reluctantly let go of my cock to give him another command.
"Get that ass closer to the camera." I typed.
He checked my message. He winked at the camera and he did exactly as he was told.
Nick was taking his sweet time though, and time was literally money in that case. We were nearly eight minutes in already.
Thankfully, I was really close to cum.
Wait... Was I actually enjoying the show and experiencing it as if I was a normal client?
My mind really was fucked!
Talking about something I wished to fuck, Nick's ass was now covering almost the entirety of my screen.
I breathed heavily as the little moron spread his cheeks and stretched his asshole for me.
That was objectively amazing, the oil was dripping inside his tight hole. It looked yummy as fuck. Yes, for sure, I would have eaten it all up.
He rubbed his fingers against his pink hole.
He had trimmed his hair, that truly looked like a woman's virgin anus. Generally, one of the most beautiful things in the world if you want my opinion.
The time was running out.
I forgot that he was Nick.
I forgot that he was a guy.
That was just a beautiful hole to bang. Hard.
I caressed the top of my cock and my balls as I imagined diving into that sweet ass.
Nick was moaning now, tapping his fingers on his crack, getting dangerously closer to breaking in.
"How do you like that, babe? How bad do you want to fuck me?"
So freaking bad, I thought.
My hands were too busy stroking myself off to write any of that.
He got his index against his pulsating asshole.
Damn, he was clearly itching to finger himself.
I saw the tip of his index going through and suddenly, the screen went all black. The ten minutes were over.
I exploded all over my chest.
I mean, I burst so hard that my loads even hit my face!
The bastard had gotten me to produce volleys and volleys of thick creamy cum that I was spraying all over myself instead of breeding his glorious asshole.
This had been some sort of an orgasm that I had not had for a very long time.
I felt drained, but satisfied.
60$ well-spent, I thought.
I looked at my own body, drenched with my juice, and I smiled.
Funny how life can surprise you at any time.
I was standing up to get to the shower when I received a text.
It was Logan.
I had a gut feeling as soon as I saw his name of my phone screen. For once, my feeling was correct.
"What the fuck was that? The conversation with Nick using my account. I thought you would only discreetly check his profile... What the hell are you playing at?"
Damn.
Obliviously, I had been caught.
And that was a great question... What the hell was I playing at?
[To be continued]
Chapter 7: Fresh Nick Gone Wild (Part 2)
I was curious about his rates. Nick's business model could give me an idea of how much I could charge myself.
"How much for a live-show?" I wrote.
I was feeling a sense of adrenaline as I walked in this dangerous territory.
Nick replied a couple minutes later.
"10$ for each minute. Reduced fee at 60$ for a full ten minutes. And then 50$ every additional ten minutes. Additional fees might be required for special requests (cum, dildos...) I'm feeling hot right now..."
And I had always thought Nick was a fool!
He was proving me wrong there; this was actually a very smart way to conduct his business and encourage people to book longer shows.
Who knew he was so good at maths and marketing?
For some reason, I was inclined to try it.
I know, right? What the hell was I thinking, ordering a live-show from my irritating co-worker?
I suppose that the opportunity was just too good. I had not asked for it and it had landed in my hands.
"Why not? Would you be free for a ten minutes show? I have 60$ to spare."
To rationalize my behaviour, I told myself that the prick could teach me another lesson.
How did the shows actually go? What should have I been expecting for my own live-performances?
It was strictly business.
Besides, the guy had been on my ass for months, making me miserable.
Only recently, he was doing the bare minimum at work because Mike Porter's dad was back in charge. Otherwise, he was spending his time taking breaks and managing his social media while I was killing my back.
Honestly, I had deserved to offer myself a bit of fun, no? I could toy with him a little. And I would pay him, it was fair.
Thank you, Louis and Mitchell for the one grand.
I was using part of their money for something they would definitely approve of!
"Let's go. You send me the money and I'm launching the app so you can see me live. Strip dance, flexing, oiling up my ass... What do you have in mind?"
Nick was quick in answering his DMs but this was not surprising.
The dude was seemingly online 24/7.
"All of this sounds good. I send you the 60$ right now."
I could tell myself all the stories in the world to justify what I was doing, but the reality was, my hard leaking cock was mostly contributing to the messages I was writing and to the fact that I was entering my credit card in the damn app.
You know how some people say that you should never make a decision when you're under a strong emotion, or never go to the grocery stores when you're hungry, well, you should never use your money when you have a dripping boner.
I sent the 60$ and I surprised myself being super anxious of what was going to happen next.
My dick was not deflating though.
See, when you have spent 46 years of your life being straight, and all of your adult life only fucking with women, asking another man to do a private sex show for you would offer some spice which would certainly make you horny.
I was living for the forbidden aspect of what I was doing.
It was taboo, wrong, uncalled for.
And yet, I was doing it, and stroking myself while waiting for the call to start.
Nick was not the only one going wild that evening!
Nearly ten minutes had passed since I had sent the money, and nothing happened.
Shit. Look at me, being stood up by Nick of all people. I was starting to think that I should have anticipated that. Being unprofessional was very typical of him.
I was writing a pissed-off message about how unserious he was but the app rang before I could send it through.
I felt butterflies in my stomach like a teenage girl going on her first date.
This was so new, so unexpected, and so thrilling in a way.
I checked that my own camera was off and I answered the call.
Frankly, I was semi-anticipating the whole thing to be a joke, but looking at Nick on the other end of the visio-call, it clearly was not a joke.
The young hunk was dead-serious about this.
He was standing in front of his camera, probably held by a tripod, wearing a tank-top and a pair of small shorts, various bottles of oils and a fairly large dildo were displayed on a bedside table right next to him.
"Hey, Logan! So, you were in the mood? Wanted to have some fun with Wild Nick tonight?"
I was stunned.
"You're here, babe?"
He had called me babe; this was the fifth dimension! This could not be real.
I was too taken aback that I let him hanging there, talking to a wall.
"Logan? Hello? You're here?"
Still, my freaking cock was hard as a rock.
My fingers slightly trembling, I typed.
"Strip."
Nick smiled, reassured that I was there.
"Oh, I see, you're the direct type. Not one to beat around the bush or to have a meaningless chat."
In all fairness, that was quite a good depiction of my character.
"Exactly." I typed back.
He was talking and I was typing. Such a weird vibe.
Relationships in 2024 were definitely something else.
Nick put some music on to hype himself up, a modern RnB tune that I did not know about, - not my generation -, and he started shimmering his athletic body for me.
I told myself that I had to stop freaking out and to simply look at the show he was giving.
No big deal.
I could not believe how slutty he was acting already, one minute in, grinding on the floor of his own bedroom.
I thought that I recalled that Nick was still living with his father.
Just imagine if he had been surprised caressing his own chest and peeling his top off in front of the camera.
"You like it?" Nick asked me.
I thought that I could at the very least give him a "Yes" here, to encourage his efforts.
"Nice... You know I aim to please... You'll see, ten minutes with me and you'll get addicted."
I saw exactly what he was trying to do there. He had identified me as a paying client and he wanted to turn me into a regular.
Maybe this was the reason he was so accommodating and constantly making sure that I was having a good time.
If I referred to the firmness of my cock and the precum sliding on my shaft, I was.
There were so many feelings mixed together as he started taking his shorts off.
A sentiment of revenge as he had been a pain in the ass for so long; a sentiment of power as I was ordering him around; a sentiment of pure excitement as he was revealing an amazing bubble butt trapped into a red pair of jockstraps; and admittedly, a sentiment of adrenaline as the guy would probably be mortified if he knew who was the person watching him at that very moment.
Maybe I should have felt bad about this whole thing...
Or maybe, I was the idiot in the story.
In the end, I was the one paying!
Four minutes into the show, - it was going by so quickly -, Nick had grabbed a bottle of massage oil and he began smearing the glistening juice all over his lean and shredded chest.
I was done with wrecking my mind around this. Overthinking was not my style anyway.
I decided to write him some instructions.
"Enough with the chest, oil that sweet ass of yours, bitch."
He bit his lips sensually while reading the message.
"You naughty boy." He spoke. "You want to see my ass? My big juicy cake?"
Nick was such a tease.
I hate to admit it, but it was working. I was getting very hyped.
Slowly, he turned around and bent over.
Two smooth buns, trapped in a pair of jockstraps. I liked it better that his dick was hidden in the pouch.
I was here for his sweet ass-cheeks.
He was on all fours, in a narrow space between his bed, the bedside table, and what looked like a desk.
There, he started oiling up his own ass.
"Hum... That feels nice... I love feeling my own butt in my hands... So, fucking meaty... You should taste it, honey..."
I gulped.
I was wanking myself furiously now.
I reluctantly let go of my cock to give him another command.
"Get that ass closer to the camera." I typed.
He checked my message. He winked at the camera and he did exactly as he was told.
Nick was taking his sweet time though, and time was literally money in that case. We were nearly eight minutes in already.
Thankfully, I was really close to cum.
Wait... Was I actually enjoying the show and experiencing it as if I was a normal client?
My mind really was fucked!
Talking about something I wished to fuck, Nick's ass was now covering almost the entirety of my screen.
I breathed heavily as the little moron spread his cheeks and stretched his asshole for me.
That was objectively amazing, the oil was dripping inside his tight hole. It looked yummy as fuck. Yes, for sure, I would have eaten it all up.
He rubbed his fingers against his pink hole.
He had trimmed his hair, that truly looked like a woman's virgin anus. Generally, one of the most beautiful things in the world if you want my opinion.
The time was running out.
I forgot that he was Nick.
I forgot that he was a guy.
That was just a beautiful hole to bang. Hard.
I caressed the top of my cock and my balls as I imagined diving into that sweet ass.
Nick was moaning now, tapping his fingers on his crack, getting dangerously closer to breaking in.
"How do you like that, babe? How bad do you want to fuck me?"
So freaking bad, I thought.
My hands were too busy stroking myself off to write any of that.
He got his index against his pulsating asshole.
Damn, he was clearly itching to finger himself.
I saw the tip of his index going through and suddenly, the screen went all black. The ten minutes were over.
I exploded all over my chest.
I mean, I burst so hard that my loads even hit my face!
The bastard had gotten me to produce volleys and volleys of thick creamy cum that I was spraying all over myself instead of breeding his glorious asshole.
This had been some sort of an orgasm that I had not had for a very long time.
I felt drained, but satisfied.
60$ well-spent, I thought.
I looked at my own body, drenched with my juice, and I smiled.
Funny how life can surprise you at any time.
I was standing up to get to the shower when I received a text.
It was Logan.
I had a gut feeling as soon as I saw his name of my phone screen. For once, my feeling was correct.
"What the fuck was that? The conversation with Nick using my account. I thought you would only discreetly check his profile... What the hell are you playing at?"
Damn.
Obliviously, I had been caught.
And that was a great question... What the hell was I playing at?
[To be continued]
