SILVER FOX
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I have to agree.Can’t wait for another chapter!
I know you give us a glimpse regarding how would silver daddy look like using IA. But IMHO Ben Reed would be a handsome silver daddy
SILVER FOX
Chapter 8: Finger on the Pulse (Part 1)
I was nervously waiting for Logan.
We had agreed to meet up quickly before he had to leave town.
Logan had caught me, - not that I had been very discreet since I was literally using his own account -, ordering a private x-rated show from my co-worker.
I tried to reassure myself.
Logan was not a model of virtue himself... Why would he care?
Still, I knew that I had somehow crossed an invisible line there.
We had only a little time before Logan had to return to his work and boyfriend, about 70 miles away from where I lived.
"What's up Silver Fox?"
He did not seem any different than usual. He greeted me with a warm smile and a quick hug.
"All good... The page is finally up and running! Thanks again. You know a few people have already found me."
"I'm not surprised. They must have been on a look-out for your grand debut on FansVips. Are you going to promote it?"
"Yes, as we discussed, I'll post the link in my posts on social media tonight."
"People are going to be all over it, man!"
I thought it was time to segway towards the reason why I actually wanted to see Logan.
"I won't do a Nick and do this whole thing on the down-low." I casually mentioned.
He caught the bait and went exactly where I wanted him to go.
"Yes, I agree. How was the show last night by the way? Has FreshNick really gone wild?"
Logan winked at me.
I bet that he was loving this, catching a straight mature man paying for the live show of a supposedly just-as-straight blond twink.
"I guess wild is an appropriate word to define it. About that..."
I searched for my words and Logan cut me off.
"You don't need to justify yourself, Bruce. You can use my account whenever you want, as long as you use your own credit card to pay for your entertainment, it's fine."
He had this cheeky "I know you've been a naughty boy" smile.
"My entertainment? Listen, I'm not trying to explain myself." (Exactly what a person who was explaining himself would say...) "I just thought it was a good idea to see what Nick was up to, as a source of inspiration and, to be honest, I was curious."
I had rehearsed that little speech in my head all morning.
I did not want it to sound like a big deal but I did want to explain my motives. Putting things that way, it did not look so bad and pervy, right?
Also, Logan did not need to know that I had experienced one of my creamiest orgasms while watching Nick twerking his peachy ass on my screen.
"I told you, that's fine. Relax Bruce."
He could not take his satisfied smile out of his face though.
"Have you talked about it to Jimmy? I mean, about the fact that Nick has a FansVips."
"Nah, I'm not one to tell on anyone... Not my style."
"I think that's smart. If Nick wants to be discreet about it, it's not really our place to put him out there."
Logan put his hand on my shoulder. I was wearing my signature sleeveless tank-top; It was another heated day.
"Your secret is safe with me." He spoke.
"That's not my secret..."
"Whatever Bruce, all I'm concerned about is how you'll do on your page and frankly, how it will benefit me."
"Don't worry, I didn't forget about your 15 percent and I think they are rightly deserved. Besides, I'm ready to smash that FansVips game!"
He was too.
Logan had less than twenty minutes to spare but we spent them drafting the promotional posts and picking the pictures and videos I would share on FansVips for the entire week.
Twenty minutes were enough since the man seemed to know exactly what would work and how I would engage my subscribers without showing too much, too soon.
His marketing skills never ceased to amaze me.
Our first choice was a picture from the shooting in the communal showers, we then decided to share the "coming home from work -- stripping video" a little further down the week.
Logan also helped me organizing my files to make things easier on the long run. He had this whole plan figured out.
Seriously, he was a precious ally in my new journey and if I do say so myself, we were getting pretty damn good at this.
It was a success from day one.
Quickly enough, the Silver Fox' page was nearing a hundred followers. Our strategy was to keep it at a low price to begin with and then, gradually offer more expansive (and more outrageous) content.
Klaus, my feet enthusiast from Germany, was one of my very first subscribers. Since the moment this had all started, he had continuously asked me for feet videos.
I must say, I appreciated the money and therefore the guy very much, but his latest requests were getting weirder and weirder.
On the last video he had bought, I had to smash a freaking gummy bear with my feet and pretend like I was a giant crushing him.
Afterwards, I had to eat the disgusting gummy.
To each their own, I suppose.
He sent me a 40$ tip on top of the 80$ he had already paid upfront so I guess that I had done a pretty good job.
Mitchell was also following me and I bet he was sharing the content of my page with his hubby, Louis.
I got a serious kick out of imagining the two of them getting off, and even having sex, all the while watching my content.
They had not asked for another meet-up but I knew for sure they were still obsessed with my big cock and the so-called "Dom Daddy" attitude I was serving on my page.
This thought alone gave me a hard-on.
Just to be clear, by this point, I had to recognize that I could not be as straight as I had always thought.
I mean, I had never had gay thoughts, but maybe, it was only a matter of not allowing them in back when I was younger.
For some reason, it seemed like the gates were now all-opened and it was getting difficult to ignore the intrusive thoughts.
Especially when I was viewing my co-worker in a brand-new light since I had found his paid page (and very much enjoyed his content).
Anytime I was working on site with Nick, I was distracted by his sweet fuckable ass, irritatingly trapped in his jeans instead of being out in the open, for me to dispose of.
See, he was very good at teasing when he was in his "Wild Nick" character, and the little show he had given me had stopped right at the best (or worst) moment, as he was about to finger his virgin pinkish asshole!
How frustrating was that?!
Honestly, I had to consciously stop myself from paying him to ask for another private session.
The fact was, he was so obnoxious at work that I was not really eager to spend money on his buns, no matter how juicy and inviting they were...
As it turned out, the opening of my own FansVips and the fact that I was opened regarding my x-rated activities online seemed to make Nick even more annoying than before.
He could not help from making snarky comments.
"You're heading home, Silver Fox? What are you doing tonight? Your first sex-tape?"
And he would laugh hysterically as if this was funny or some shit.
I got his frustration. Nick was hiding and not making half the money he should have made, while I was owning up to it and already getting close to overtake him in number of paid subscribers.
Eh, I was not feeling bad about it.
It was up to him to own up to his slutty side and his audacity, - given that he was doing much worse than I was -, to tease me about the page achieve to convince me that I did not owe the 19 years-old sting anything.
I had to bite my tongue several times not to snap at him and reveal his big secret in front of the entire crew.
Good for him, I was smarter than outing him, especially given the circumstances under which I had found out about his page.
Some might have called it a mature reaction, but if I am being honest, I kept my mouth shut mostly because I wanted to keep on checking on his page discreetly for as long as I could.
I told you; I was getting weirdly obsessed with Nick.
Or at least, with his bum.
But enough talk about that little blondie brat!
One week after my debut on FansVips and as agreed with Logan, it was time for the first private video that I would send to a few lucky (and paying) subscribers.
Already, my flaccid uncut cock had been a hit, the coming home from work's video had been praised by my fans, and I was getting more followers than we ever expected for a first week in the adult industry.
To be fair, we had laid the foundations for a month and my previous online presence had built the high expectations.
Now that the fans were there, we had to match the hype and seal the deal.
I say "We" because it was as if Logan was as invested in the project as I was. He really had the finger on the pulse on what was hot and what was out, and I fully trusted his judgment.
I guess that this was a gay superpower or something.
He could have used his influence to make me do the nastiest shit, but instead, he was often the one to calm me down and to wisely advise me not to show too much on the public feed.
If I had done this alone, I would have probably had shared a sex-tape already!
Too bad that I was mostly banging married women who were, understandably, camera shy.
That being said, I was not fucking that much since I had become a viral sensation online. I had not even thought about it, but yes, it had been a couple of months since I had not dipped my dick in a wet pussy...
Odd, to say the least.
Anyway, as I said, Logan and I were forming a great team to the point where even Jimmy was getting sus of how much and how well we were working together.
I think that part of it was jealousy of losing his best bro, - I was spending so much time discussing with Logan over the phone and managing my page when I was free that I had less time to hang out with Jimmy -, and part of it was that he was afraid of Doreen finding out.
"Why would she care that her cousin helps me?" I asked him once during our lunch break.
"You know Doreen's a Christian woman, FansVips is not really part of the family values."
"Oh please, give me a break. As if you two waited to be married to have sex!"
"Dude, don't ever say that in front of her, even as a joke. She'd be mortified."
I rolled my eyes.
"You really need to stop talking about your wife as if you're scared of her or something. That's not a good look buddy."
"Happy wife, happy life! You know the saying? Or maybe you don't..."
I knew he was referring to my divorce.
"Karen was a bitch and I'm better off without her. No wife, happy man!" I snapped back.
I thought this was clever. Logan smiled.
"And regarding your comment about sex, as you may have noticed, I did put a ring on it immediately as Tommy was announced."
"Oh right, I remember now..."
I had met Jimmy around this time.
Coincidentally, he had told me in the same breath that he had just gotten engaged and that his fiancé was pregnant. The dude had popped the question so fast.
I was invited at the wedding only a couple months later and there sure were a lot of boring Christian people there.
"I mean, Logan's coming out was the biggest scandal in their family. I don't think Log is talking to his dad, Doreen's uncle, to this day." Jimmy told me a little more seriously.
"That's sad."
"It is... And downright ridiculous, I'm aligned with that. But eh, I just want to make sure you don't get Logan into any funny business. Besides, there's Bernardo to take into consideration. They've been together for four years."
This, I admit, made me feel a little anxious.
[Chapter 8 continues below]
Chapter 8: Finger on the Pulse (Part 1)
I was nervously waiting for Logan.
We had agreed to meet up quickly before he had to leave town.
Logan had caught me, - not that I had been very discreet since I was literally using his own account -, ordering a private x-rated show from my co-worker.
I tried to reassure myself.
Logan was not a model of virtue himself... Why would he care?
Still, I knew that I had somehow crossed an invisible line there.
We had only a little time before Logan had to return to his work and boyfriend, about 70 miles away from where I lived.
"What's up Silver Fox?"
He did not seem any different than usual. He greeted me with a warm smile and a quick hug.
"All good... The page is finally up and running! Thanks again. You know a few people have already found me."
"I'm not surprised. They must have been on a look-out for your grand debut on FansVips. Are you going to promote it?"
"Yes, as we discussed, I'll post the link in my posts on social media tonight."
"People are going to be all over it, man!"
I thought it was time to segway towards the reason why I actually wanted to see Logan.
"I won't do a Nick and do this whole thing on the down-low." I casually mentioned.
He caught the bait and went exactly where I wanted him to go.
"Yes, I agree. How was the show last night by the way? Has FreshNick really gone wild?"
Logan winked at me.
I bet that he was loving this, catching a straight mature man paying for the live show of a supposedly just-as-straight blond twink.
"I guess wild is an appropriate word to define it. About that..."
I searched for my words and Logan cut me off.
"You don't need to justify yourself, Bruce. You can use my account whenever you want, as long as you use your own credit card to pay for your entertainment, it's fine."
He had this cheeky "I know you've been a naughty boy" smile.
"My entertainment? Listen, I'm not trying to explain myself." (Exactly what a person who was explaining himself would say...) "I just thought it was a good idea to see what Nick was up to, as a source of inspiration and, to be honest, I was curious."
I had rehearsed that little speech in my head all morning.
I did not want it to sound like a big deal but I did want to explain my motives. Putting things that way, it did not look so bad and pervy, right?
Also, Logan did not need to know that I had experienced one of my creamiest orgasms while watching Nick twerking his peachy ass on my screen.
"I told you, that's fine. Relax Bruce."
He could not take his satisfied smile out of his face though.
"Have you talked about it to Jimmy? I mean, about the fact that Nick has a FansVips."
"Nah, I'm not one to tell on anyone... Not my style."
"I think that's smart. If Nick wants to be discreet about it, it's not really our place to put him out there."
Logan put his hand on my shoulder. I was wearing my signature sleeveless tank-top; It was another heated day.
"Your secret is safe with me." He spoke.
"That's not my secret..."
"Whatever Bruce, all I'm concerned about is how you'll do on your page and frankly, how it will benefit me."
"Don't worry, I didn't forget about your 15 percent and I think they are rightly deserved. Besides, I'm ready to smash that FansVips game!"
He was too.
Logan had less than twenty minutes to spare but we spent them drafting the promotional posts and picking the pictures and videos I would share on FansVips for the entire week.
Twenty minutes were enough since the man seemed to know exactly what would work and how I would engage my subscribers without showing too much, too soon.
His marketing skills never ceased to amaze me.
Our first choice was a picture from the shooting in the communal showers, we then decided to share the "coming home from work -- stripping video" a little further down the week.
Logan also helped me organizing my files to make things easier on the long run. He had this whole plan figured out.
Seriously, he was a precious ally in my new journey and if I do say so myself, we were getting pretty damn good at this.
It was a success from day one.
Quickly enough, the Silver Fox' page was nearing a hundred followers. Our strategy was to keep it at a low price to begin with and then, gradually offer more expansive (and more outrageous) content.
Klaus, my feet enthusiast from Germany, was one of my very first subscribers. Since the moment this had all started, he had continuously asked me for feet videos.
I must say, I appreciated the money and therefore the guy very much, but his latest requests were getting weirder and weirder.
On the last video he had bought, I had to smash a freaking gummy bear with my feet and pretend like I was a giant crushing him.
Afterwards, I had to eat the disgusting gummy.
To each their own, I suppose.
He sent me a 40$ tip on top of the 80$ he had already paid upfront so I guess that I had done a pretty good job.
Mitchell was also following me and I bet he was sharing the content of my page with his hubby, Louis.
I got a serious kick out of imagining the two of them getting off, and even having sex, all the while watching my content.
They had not asked for another meet-up but I knew for sure they were still obsessed with my big cock and the so-called "Dom Daddy" attitude I was serving on my page.
This thought alone gave me a hard-on.
Just to be clear, by this point, I had to recognize that I could not be as straight as I had always thought.
I mean, I had never had gay thoughts, but maybe, it was only a matter of not allowing them in back when I was younger.
For some reason, it seemed like the gates were now all-opened and it was getting difficult to ignore the intrusive thoughts.
Especially when I was viewing my co-worker in a brand-new light since I had found his paid page (and very much enjoyed his content).
Anytime I was working on site with Nick, I was distracted by his sweet fuckable ass, irritatingly trapped in his jeans instead of being out in the open, for me to dispose of.
See, he was very good at teasing when he was in his "Wild Nick" character, and the little show he had given me had stopped right at the best (or worst) moment, as he was about to finger his virgin pinkish asshole!
How frustrating was that?!
Honestly, I had to consciously stop myself from paying him to ask for another private session.
The fact was, he was so obnoxious at work that I was not really eager to spend money on his buns, no matter how juicy and inviting they were...
As it turned out, the opening of my own FansVips and the fact that I was opened regarding my x-rated activities online seemed to make Nick even more annoying than before.
He could not help from making snarky comments.
"You're heading home, Silver Fox? What are you doing tonight? Your first sex-tape?"
And he would laugh hysterically as if this was funny or some shit.
I got his frustration. Nick was hiding and not making half the money he should have made, while I was owning up to it and already getting close to overtake him in number of paid subscribers.
Eh, I was not feeling bad about it.
It was up to him to own up to his slutty side and his audacity, - given that he was doing much worse than I was -, to tease me about the page achieve to convince me that I did not owe the 19 years-old sting anything.
I had to bite my tongue several times not to snap at him and reveal his big secret in front of the entire crew.
Good for him, I was smarter than outing him, especially given the circumstances under which I had found out about his page.
Some might have called it a mature reaction, but if I am being honest, I kept my mouth shut mostly because I wanted to keep on checking on his page discreetly for as long as I could.
I told you; I was getting weirdly obsessed with Nick.
Or at least, with his bum.
But enough talk about that little blondie brat!
One week after my debut on FansVips and as agreed with Logan, it was time for the first private video that I would send to a few lucky (and paying) subscribers.
Already, my flaccid uncut cock had been a hit, the coming home from work's video had been praised by my fans, and I was getting more followers than we ever expected for a first week in the adult industry.
To be fair, we had laid the foundations for a month and my previous online presence had built the high expectations.
Now that the fans were there, we had to match the hype and seal the deal.
I say "We" because it was as if Logan was as invested in the project as I was. He really had the finger on the pulse on what was hot and what was out, and I fully trusted his judgment.
I guess that this was a gay superpower or something.
He could have used his influence to make me do the nastiest shit, but instead, he was often the one to calm me down and to wisely advise me not to show too much on the public feed.
If I had done this alone, I would have probably had shared a sex-tape already!
Too bad that I was mostly banging married women who were, understandably, camera shy.
That being said, I was not fucking that much since I had become a viral sensation online. I had not even thought about it, but yes, it had been a couple of months since I had not dipped my dick in a wet pussy...
Odd, to say the least.
Anyway, as I said, Logan and I were forming a great team to the point where even Jimmy was getting sus of how much and how well we were working together.
I think that part of it was jealousy of losing his best bro, - I was spending so much time discussing with Logan over the phone and managing my page when I was free that I had less time to hang out with Jimmy -, and part of it was that he was afraid of Doreen finding out.
"Why would she care that her cousin helps me?" I asked him once during our lunch break.
"You know Doreen's a Christian woman, FansVips is not really part of the family values."
"Oh please, give me a break. As if you two waited to be married to have sex!"
"Dude, don't ever say that in front of her, even as a joke. She'd be mortified."
I rolled my eyes.
"You really need to stop talking about your wife as if you're scared of her or something. That's not a good look buddy."
"Happy wife, happy life! You know the saying? Or maybe you don't..."
I knew he was referring to my divorce.
"Karen was a bitch and I'm better off without her. No wife, happy man!" I snapped back.
I thought this was clever. Logan smiled.
"And regarding your comment about sex, as you may have noticed, I did put a ring on it immediately as Tommy was announced."
"Oh right, I remember now..."
I had met Jimmy around this time.
Coincidentally, he had told me in the same breath that he had just gotten engaged and that his fiancé was pregnant. The dude had popped the question so fast.
I was invited at the wedding only a couple months later and there sure were a lot of boring Christian people there.
"I mean, Logan's coming out was the biggest scandal in their family. I don't think Log is talking to his dad, Doreen's uncle, to this day." Jimmy told me a little more seriously.
"That's sad."
"It is... And downright ridiculous, I'm aligned with that. But eh, I just want to make sure you don't get Logan into any funny business. Besides, there's Bernardo to take into consideration. They've been together for four years."
This, I admit, made me feel a little anxious.
[Chapter 8 continues below]
SILVER FOX
Chapter 8: Finger on the Pulse (Part 2)
"Look, I think the way Logan handles his relationship with his boyfriend is none of my concern. I don't know their rules or how they live their lives. Besides, as long as he doesn't appear in the videos, I don't really see the harm. He's mostly a consultant or even a marketing guy at this stage."
"Yes, but he's supposed to be a landscape technician, working outdoors, not a social media muggle. I'm not sure he's really cut out for this."
"Talking about actual work, maybe we should get back to it." I said to end the conversation.
Was I supposed to feel bad?
In my views, everyone was free to do whatever they pleased. Even if it was true that Logan's family would judge him for dipping his toes in the porn business, that would be their problem, not his!
It is freaking America! Land of the free! Is not it? He was way past 30 years old, experienced enough to know what he should do.
But I digress, I wanted to talk about my first real filthy video.
Being naked online was one thing, actually stroking your fat cock for an audience was another. But at this point, I was more than ready.
For this one, maybe because I had just had the conversation with Jimmy, or maybe because I felt like I know what to do, I did not ask Logan for advice.
I set up my phone on a damn tripod I had to purchase, - with the money of my dear followers, thank you Klaus -, I grabbed the lube, and I launched a porn on my computer.
I went for a good old "skanky college girl meets beefy older man" kind of videos.
Although, I only assumed she was supposed to be a college girl, the movie was not really about the scenario and only featured a few lines of dialogues.
"Hmmm... Professor, can I see your big man's cock?"
"Here you go, cunt!"
The man fetched his already hard (and massive) dick out of his pants.
"Wow! It's so fucking large; you think I can fit it all in my throat?"
"There's only one way to find out!"
And that was it.
The rest of the movie was a succession of over-the-top fake moans and groans from both parties.
For some reason, I actually got bored by it. It seemed too fake and fabricated. I did not believe the girl on film when she was reaching her orgasms.
She even bothered me as she jumped up and down the male performer's XXL cock.
Besides, she did not even take it in the ass. What the fuck?
My dick was hard, but barely, although I had not jerked off all day.
I could not have that for my first wanking video.
Could you imagine the comments about the old folk not being able to get it real hard? No, Silver Fox was a horny stallion, even when nearing 47!
I had my pride and aside from that, it was simply weird for me to have this issue. Was it because I was filming myself? Maybe the professional vibe had killed the mood?
Dang it, I did not understand my weird brain, I loved showing off!
And in any case, I was usually one to get it up real quick, and often, at the most inappropriate times.
Just remember when I was scrolling through Nick's profile, how hard and dripping I got!
That was awkward, right?
Damn...
Thinking about that live-show again, it did feel like I had found the magical (and often inexplicable) switch to turn me on.
My cock was finally waking up for good.
It was not surprising as the frustrating ending of the show had been on my mind pretty much 24/7 since then.
Trying to ignore the alarm blasting off in my mind, I opened another tab and clicked on Wild Nick's FansVips page.
I could have another quick look... or a deep dive.
As it turned out, that was my day of luck because Nick had just posted another clip.
It seemed like having to compete with Silver Fox had forced him to level-up his game.
In this new video, he was wearing another pair of jockstraps, but as part of a much sexier outfit, all made entirely of leather.
Basically, Nick had black leather straps around his pecs, those were running down his sides, until it reached and united with the waistbands of the jockstraps, being part of the same unitard costume.
TRAMPY AS FUCK.
I wondered where he had even gotten such a thing!
But for the life of me, it did get my dick rock hard.
I hit record on my camera and started touching myself as I was watching the three-minutes clip.
"Hey honey, what do you think of my outfit tonight?"
Damn!
It was like Nick was talking directly to me.
Obviously, he was not. He did not even know that I was aware of the existence of his page, he was only enticing his targeted audience.
But still, that was stirring me up in all possible ways!
And also, maybe I was his targeted audience after all...
He turned around and slapped his bare ass. So pale and smooth.
"You like leather on my skin?"
He continued his bit.
I was watching religiously.
"I've got quite the surprise for you... Are you ready to see it, honey?"
What can I say? There was just something which was hitting just right when I was seeing the little prick whoring himself out for his subscribers.
I was caressing my balls and stroking myself furiously.
My coworker gave himself another little spank and moaned.
I was starting to breathe heavily and I looked at my camera.
Then, I realized that my own footage would not be usable as is... I could not have freaking Nick talking in the background of my first jerk-off video! Shit.
Grudgingly, I put the clip I was watching on mute, - I was not going to turn it off just when it was getting spicy -, and I actually started it back from the very beginning.
His green eyes staring in the camera in the very first shot was almost as exciting as the red mark on his ass after he had slapped himself.
What was Nick's surprise? I was eager to find out.
He lowered the camera's angle, got on all fours, and offered his peachy ass to his audience. Nothing new under the Sun so far.
Using some oil, he caressed his own bum, made it all shiny, and there, he tapped his index finger against his anus.
The tight hole was pulsing at the beat. That thing was winking at me!
I was in awe.
But Nick had not revealed his surprise yet.
He rubbed his finger against his pucker some more until he actually broke in.
"Aarrgh." I groaned.
And believe me, my moan was not fake.
I would be selling real authentic Alpha male beating up his meat on my page!
I was confused too.
Nick was supposed to sell those types of videos in private as special content, but there he was, fingering himself on the main feed.
It did not seem like his first time either; his butthole swallowed his finger very naturally. A great suction.
I was angry at myself for turning the sound off, I wished I had heard the little pop when his index came out... and went straight back in.
Believe me, from this point on, I did not have any more issue remaining stiffed and I was getting all the feels.
Who could believe that this man acting like such a naughty bitch on camera was the same one who teased me on work for showing my nudes online?!
The irony was unmatched.
Come on, he had called me a "washed-out pornstar", in front of our boss, only a few hours prior!
And now... Just look at him, going back and forth with his index... Searching his insides... Dang, if only he was using a bigger tool to penetrate himself... Or at least, a couple more fingers... I would stretch that just right... But I would not use my fingers...
My mind was reeling.
I was seeing myself banging the guy. Hard. Raw. In every single position.
I would have given to him good.
Fuck, my nut was already coming. I tried to calm down.
The clip stopped but I replayed it.
I could not only think about myself, I had to give a worthy show for my subscribers. I caressed my nipples as I jerked off, I spat on my thick veiny cock because I knew that many of my followers loved that, I showed my armpits...
For the third run watching Nick's video, I tried to be most mindful of my own audience, giving them the best angles of my stiffed bone and sweaty body.
And then, I replayed it to make it last, and over and over again...
Until I had twenty-five minutes rushes edging myself and losing my mind. I was precumming so much, my cock had turned into a fountain.
I stared right at the camera.
I had been pretty silent so far.
"Who'd like to eat that shit?" I teased my future audience, playing with the precum with my fingers, even bringing it close to my mouth.
I could be a slut too!
To nut, I decided to pause the video, - that I was watching for maybe the tenth time -, on the very last frame: a close-up of the finger buried deep, - so, so deep -, inside Nick's virgin asshole.
That shot was simply glorious.
I emptied myself on my chest, hit the wall behind me, and also my eye.
Shit, I had not planned to give that much to my fans in my first paid video.
I was not sure that Logan would approve, but sue me, I have always been a giver at heart.
My first pay per view video would be a milky hit!
[To be continued]
Chapter 8: Finger on the Pulse (Part 2)
"Look, I think the way Logan handles his relationship with his boyfriend is none of my concern. I don't know their rules or how they live their lives. Besides, as long as he doesn't appear in the videos, I don't really see the harm. He's mostly a consultant or even a marketing guy at this stage."
"Yes, but he's supposed to be a landscape technician, working outdoors, not a social media muggle. I'm not sure he's really cut out for this."
"Talking about actual work, maybe we should get back to it." I said to end the conversation.
Was I supposed to feel bad?
In my views, everyone was free to do whatever they pleased. Even if it was true that Logan's family would judge him for dipping his toes in the porn business, that would be their problem, not his!
It is freaking America! Land of the free! Is not it? He was way past 30 years old, experienced enough to know what he should do.
But I digress, I wanted to talk about my first real filthy video.
Being naked online was one thing, actually stroking your fat cock for an audience was another. But at this point, I was more than ready.
For this one, maybe because I had just had the conversation with Jimmy, or maybe because I felt like I know what to do, I did not ask Logan for advice.
I set up my phone on a damn tripod I had to purchase, - with the money of my dear followers, thank you Klaus -, I grabbed the lube, and I launched a porn on my computer.
I went for a good old "skanky college girl meets beefy older man" kind of videos.
Although, I only assumed she was supposed to be a college girl, the movie was not really about the scenario and only featured a few lines of dialogues.
"Hmmm... Professor, can I see your big man's cock?"
"Here you go, cunt!"
The man fetched his already hard (and massive) dick out of his pants.
"Wow! It's so fucking large; you think I can fit it all in my throat?"
"There's only one way to find out!"
And that was it.
The rest of the movie was a succession of over-the-top fake moans and groans from both parties.
For some reason, I actually got bored by it. It seemed too fake and fabricated. I did not believe the girl on film when she was reaching her orgasms.
She even bothered me as she jumped up and down the male performer's XXL cock.
Besides, she did not even take it in the ass. What the fuck?
My dick was hard, but barely, although I had not jerked off all day.
I could not have that for my first wanking video.
Could you imagine the comments about the old folk not being able to get it real hard? No, Silver Fox was a horny stallion, even when nearing 47!
I had my pride and aside from that, it was simply weird for me to have this issue. Was it because I was filming myself? Maybe the professional vibe had killed the mood?
Dang it, I did not understand my weird brain, I loved showing off!
And in any case, I was usually one to get it up real quick, and often, at the most inappropriate times.
Just remember when I was scrolling through Nick's profile, how hard and dripping I got!
That was awkward, right?
Damn...
Thinking about that live-show again, it did feel like I had found the magical (and often inexplicable) switch to turn me on.
My cock was finally waking up for good.
It was not surprising as the frustrating ending of the show had been on my mind pretty much 24/7 since then.
Trying to ignore the alarm blasting off in my mind, I opened another tab and clicked on Wild Nick's FansVips page.
I could have another quick look... or a deep dive.
As it turned out, that was my day of luck because Nick had just posted another clip.
It seemed like having to compete with Silver Fox had forced him to level-up his game.
In this new video, he was wearing another pair of jockstraps, but as part of a much sexier outfit, all made entirely of leather.
Basically, Nick had black leather straps around his pecs, those were running down his sides, until it reached and united with the waistbands of the jockstraps, being part of the same unitard costume.
TRAMPY AS FUCK.
I wondered where he had even gotten such a thing!
But for the life of me, it did get my dick rock hard.
I hit record on my camera and started touching myself as I was watching the three-minutes clip.
"Hey honey, what do you think of my outfit tonight?"
Damn!
It was like Nick was talking directly to me.
Obviously, he was not. He did not even know that I was aware of the existence of his page, he was only enticing his targeted audience.
But still, that was stirring me up in all possible ways!
And also, maybe I was his targeted audience after all...
He turned around and slapped his bare ass. So pale and smooth.
"You like leather on my skin?"
He continued his bit.
I was watching religiously.
"I've got quite the surprise for you... Are you ready to see it, honey?"
What can I say? There was just something which was hitting just right when I was seeing the little prick whoring himself out for his subscribers.
I was caressing my balls and stroking myself furiously.
My coworker gave himself another little spank and moaned.
I was starting to breathe heavily and I looked at my camera.
Then, I realized that my own footage would not be usable as is... I could not have freaking Nick talking in the background of my first jerk-off video! Shit.
Grudgingly, I put the clip I was watching on mute, - I was not going to turn it off just when it was getting spicy -, and I actually started it back from the very beginning.
His green eyes staring in the camera in the very first shot was almost as exciting as the red mark on his ass after he had slapped himself.
What was Nick's surprise? I was eager to find out.
He lowered the camera's angle, got on all fours, and offered his peachy ass to his audience. Nothing new under the Sun so far.
Using some oil, he caressed his own bum, made it all shiny, and there, he tapped his index finger against his anus.
The tight hole was pulsing at the beat. That thing was winking at me!
I was in awe.
But Nick had not revealed his surprise yet.
He rubbed his finger against his pucker some more until he actually broke in.
"Aarrgh." I groaned.
And believe me, my moan was not fake.
I would be selling real authentic Alpha male beating up his meat on my page!
I was confused too.
Nick was supposed to sell those types of videos in private as special content, but there he was, fingering himself on the main feed.
It did not seem like his first time either; his butthole swallowed his finger very naturally. A great suction.
I was angry at myself for turning the sound off, I wished I had heard the little pop when his index came out... and went straight back in.
Believe me, from this point on, I did not have any more issue remaining stiffed and I was getting all the feels.
Who could believe that this man acting like such a naughty bitch on camera was the same one who teased me on work for showing my nudes online?!
The irony was unmatched.
Come on, he had called me a "washed-out pornstar", in front of our boss, only a few hours prior!
And now... Just look at him, going back and forth with his index... Searching his insides... Dang, if only he was using a bigger tool to penetrate himself... Or at least, a couple more fingers... I would stretch that just right... But I would not use my fingers...
My mind was reeling.
I was seeing myself banging the guy. Hard. Raw. In every single position.
I would have given to him good.
Fuck, my nut was already coming. I tried to calm down.
The clip stopped but I replayed it.
I could not only think about myself, I had to give a worthy show for my subscribers. I caressed my nipples as I jerked off, I spat on my thick veiny cock because I knew that many of my followers loved that, I showed my armpits...
For the third run watching Nick's video, I tried to be most mindful of my own audience, giving them the best angles of my stiffed bone and sweaty body.
And then, I replayed it to make it last, and over and over again...
Until I had twenty-five minutes rushes edging myself and losing my mind. I was precumming so much, my cock had turned into a fountain.
I stared right at the camera.
I had been pretty silent so far.
"Who'd like to eat that shit?" I teased my future audience, playing with the precum with my fingers, even bringing it close to my mouth.
I could be a slut too!
To nut, I decided to pause the video, - that I was watching for maybe the tenth time -, on the very last frame: a close-up of the finger buried deep, - so, so deep -, inside Nick's virgin asshole.
That shot was simply glorious.
I emptied myself on my chest, hit the wall behind me, and also my eye.
Shit, I had not planned to give that much to my fans in my first paid video.
I was not sure that Logan would approve, but sue me, I have always been a giver at heart.
My first pay per view video would be a milky hit!
[To be continued]
Loving where this is going. Your writing is fantastic!
Next chapter will be posted tomorrow!
SILVER FOX
Chapter 9: Red-handed (part 1)
"Wait, you made all this money in less than ten days?!"
Jimmy was going through the stats of my FansVips page.
It showed a total earning amount of $3.947.
It was much more than what we were making working an entire month for the Porters' construction company.
"Actually, I made slightly more than this. I still have a few people who are paying for customized stuff outside of the page."
"Man, that's insane! You'll be loaded in a few months!"
My best buddy was astonished.
I must say, I was quite proud of this success myself.
"I know, right? Who could have thought it was possible?"
"Yes, the daddy thing is real. You could literally quit, Bruce."
Then, realizing what that decision would mean for him, Jimmy added.
"Oh fuck, please, don't leave the company. Don't leave me here, by myself, with freaking Mike and Nick! We have this big construction site coming up."
The previous day, Mike had told us that his father and himself would join us for an important mission, lasting at the very least five weeks, commissioned by the city.
They were all stressed out about it which, ironically, only made me want to quit even more.
"I need to see if this side hustle can work on the long-term first, but I'd be lying if I said that I haven't considered leaving."
"I feel that... I'm 34 and I'm already done with this damn job."
"To be fair, being a pornstar is not that easy." I joked.
"Really?"
"I mean, as of now, it's complicated by the fact that I cannot dedicate most of my time to it. It's tough managing my page at night and on the week-ends only. I don't mind shooting the content but there's so much more that goes into it."
"I bet. And I'm one to know that you've come a long way with social media... Remember how you could not even look at a TikTok video a couple months ago?"
"Yeah, thanks for making me create my account by the way. And frankly, I could not do it without Logan, he's a true life-saviour. He'll be getting 25% of my earnings from now on."
We had just discussed it and I had myself suggested that he got more than the initial 15% we had agreed on.
I could literally not have done this without Logan.
"Wow... It's crazy to think that a silly viral video has led to this. Four grands, in ten days."
"Maybe I should thank Nick too!"
"The poor guy... The jealousy is so obvious anytime he looks at you."
"I know. Nick thinks he's smart with his trashy comments about my page but it just shows how much he's bitter about it."
"How many paid subscribers do you have exactly?"
"The number's right here, 147, but it's growing every day. My main issue is to keep up with the requests. If I had more time, I would be making much more money..."
Jimmy looked genuinely impressed.
I suppose that he had not processed how real it was getting until that point, where he saw the actual dollars on the screen.
Sometimes enthusiast and invested in the project, and at other times, just worried about it, Jimmy seemed to have a hard time positioning himself regarding my new activity.
I had told him the truth though; I was drowning under the messages and I was probably missing on a lot of financial opportunities.
People were ready to pay a fortune to see more of Silver Fox and lucky for them, I was excited at the idea of showing more!
As I said before, Logan was often the one who had to stop me from going too far for development and marketing reasons.
Alimenting my TikTok and other social medias was some work, but it was agreeing on the custom videos and producing them which was the most time-consuming.
I was not only doing this for money and I wanted to do things I was fully comfortable with, and even better, happy to shoot.
This meant that I had to go through hundreds of messages to come-up with videos that both my client and myself would enjoy.
On Monday, I shot a clip where I was flexing in the nude and then, jerking off while sniffing my own armpits.
On Tuesday, I made a video where I nutted on an old pair of black boxer-briefs which I sent to a generous buyer in Florida.
The recipient sent me a picture of himself licking the dirty underwear afterwards.
Disgusting, and somehow, kind of hot!
On Wednesday, I was back at doing feet content for Klaus. This time around, I had to drip honey on my feet and massaging them in the nude while talking dirty to him.
"How do you like those American size 12 soles, cunt?!"
I was acutely aware that this was weird as fuck, but I had never judged anybody's kink, and besides, it was mostly fun.
Most of the times, I was taking the requests as if they were games or silly challenges.
It would have taken a lot to weird me out even if some of my followers definitely hit my buttons. I mean, filming myself while I was taking a shit?! Really, bro? What the fuck?
My commitment was also very much depending on who was asking.
For instance, Klaus had been a loyal fan since day one and I was therefore prioritizing him.
Still, how much potential good clients was I missing? I had many messages left unread on FansVips but aside from that, probably thousands of DMs that I would never get the chance to open on my other social media.
For that reason, my Thursday night was spent not shooting any content but on a video-call with Logan, reviewing where we were at.
We went through every content posted so far, every paid video sent to my fans, and every custom I had made following individual requests.
The idea was to make sure I could re-use some of the stuff, review how each content had been received, and get some inspiration for the future.
Which kinks were the most popular? What did people expect of me? What should be our strategy to keep the fans around?
Yes, the enterprise was getting quite professional.
We also planned for Logan to stay with me the following week-end as we were barely able to scratch the surface of all the things we needed to do during this two-hours call.
I wanted his help to shoot more content, which he was, of course, more than willing to do!
I heard Bernardo calling his boyfriend several times, - getting angrier each time -, and Logan had to hang-up.
I remembered what Jimmy had told me and I certainly did not want to be the reason for a couple breaking up.
"Bruce, I think the next step will be to collab with other creators. That's the number one request from your fans."
"I'm not sure about doing content with anyone else..."
"Just check the people I'm subscribed to and see if there's anyone you'd be interested in. That's your homework for this week-end, we will review them when I'm here. You can sub to anyone else you want to with my account."
I sighed.
"I'm not ready to fuck another dude."
See how I had phrased this already.
Spontaneously, I had not said that I did not want to fuck another dude, I had said that I was not ready yet.
"That's not my thing but a few subscribers were asking for sex-tapes with women..." Logan pointed out.
"Women?"
He chuckled.
"Remember? Those human beings with two legs, two arms, and with a vagina and not a dick between their legs?"
In all fairness, I had not thought about women in a long time. I felt a bit dumb for not even considering this option.
"That might be something to look into..."
"Fucking Hell, Log? What are you doing? I've been waiting for you for over an hour!" I heard Bernardo in the background.
"Shit. I really need to go. Let's discuss all of this on Saturday."
Logan left the call and almost immediately afterwards, I typed "FansVips top female creators" on Google.
What if this was a way to get me back to the "straight" path? So to speak.
Oddly, I had not really spent much time looking at what the girls had to offer on this platform.
It was late and I had to wake-up very early the next day for the first meeting at the new construction site but I could not help myself from falling in the rabbit hole of the FansVips' girls.
And trust me, that hole was deep!
The first thing I noticed was that women were way more successful than men in those damn apps.
I thought my stats were impressive but I was clearly a rookie when compared to the biggest female performers on FansVips.
I was definitely humbled with my couple hundreds of subscribers versus their hundreds of thousands of dedicated fans.
There was this older black woman, probably in her late forties just like me, called Cougar Kiara who was making millions on the platform and was a super-star on social media.
I jerked off watching her teasers for free and I took the bait, ending up subscribing to her paid page.
Probably the first woman followed by Logan's account!
The MILF was getting banged left and right by all kinds of studs, and notably, by fellow FansVips creators.
Maybe Logan was onto something when he mentioned the collabs after all... And my cock was twitching at the idea of banging her sweet experienced ass in the near future.
I wondered if she was only meeting with established models or if she would enjoy a newbie like me.
In any case, I jerked off for a while going down her page.
It seemed like she was shooting dozens of porn movies a month and she must have been drilled by more than a couple hundred different dicks that year alone.
I edged myself looking at Kiara taking a hard double-penetration, her most liked scene, released about six months earlier. One of the Latino models drilling her was called Magic Dick (his real name was Rico) and Logan was a subscriber.
I clicked.
Magic Dick had two different pages, one featuring his "straight scenes" and another, the one Logan was subscribed to, featuring quote-on-quote "solos and male-on-male action".
You know me, I got curious as to what that description could even mean.
Well, in that case, apparently it meant fooling around with other straight guys, - jerking off, massaging their asses, rubbing each other -, but no actual sex.
Sort of disappointing if you want my opinion.
I did not even catch a blowjob or a slight finger in the ass.
Still, his fans seemed to like it.
[Chapter 9 continues below]
Chapter 9: Red-handed (part 1)
"Wait, you made all this money in less than ten days?!"
Jimmy was going through the stats of my FansVips page.
It showed a total earning amount of $3.947.
It was much more than what we were making working an entire month for the Porters' construction company.
"Actually, I made slightly more than this. I still have a few people who are paying for customized stuff outside of the page."
"Man, that's insane! You'll be loaded in a few months!"
My best buddy was astonished.
I must say, I was quite proud of this success myself.
"I know, right? Who could have thought it was possible?"
"Yes, the daddy thing is real. You could literally quit, Bruce."
Then, realizing what that decision would mean for him, Jimmy added.
"Oh fuck, please, don't leave the company. Don't leave me here, by myself, with freaking Mike and Nick! We have this big construction site coming up."
The previous day, Mike had told us that his father and himself would join us for an important mission, lasting at the very least five weeks, commissioned by the city.
They were all stressed out about it which, ironically, only made me want to quit even more.
"I need to see if this side hustle can work on the long-term first, but I'd be lying if I said that I haven't considered leaving."
"I feel that... I'm 34 and I'm already done with this damn job."
"To be fair, being a pornstar is not that easy." I joked.
"Really?"
"I mean, as of now, it's complicated by the fact that I cannot dedicate most of my time to it. It's tough managing my page at night and on the week-ends only. I don't mind shooting the content but there's so much more that goes into it."
"I bet. And I'm one to know that you've come a long way with social media... Remember how you could not even look at a TikTok video a couple months ago?"
"Yeah, thanks for making me create my account by the way. And frankly, I could not do it without Logan, he's a true life-saviour. He'll be getting 25% of my earnings from now on."
We had just discussed it and I had myself suggested that he got more than the initial 15% we had agreed on.
I could literally not have done this without Logan.
"Wow... It's crazy to think that a silly viral video has led to this. Four grands, in ten days."
"Maybe I should thank Nick too!"
"The poor guy... The jealousy is so obvious anytime he looks at you."
"I know. Nick thinks he's smart with his trashy comments about my page but it just shows how much he's bitter about it."
"How many paid subscribers do you have exactly?"
"The number's right here, 147, but it's growing every day. My main issue is to keep up with the requests. If I had more time, I would be making much more money..."
Jimmy looked genuinely impressed.
I suppose that he had not processed how real it was getting until that point, where he saw the actual dollars on the screen.
Sometimes enthusiast and invested in the project, and at other times, just worried about it, Jimmy seemed to have a hard time positioning himself regarding my new activity.
I had told him the truth though; I was drowning under the messages and I was probably missing on a lot of financial opportunities.
People were ready to pay a fortune to see more of Silver Fox and lucky for them, I was excited at the idea of showing more!
As I said before, Logan was often the one who had to stop me from going too far for development and marketing reasons.
Alimenting my TikTok and other social medias was some work, but it was agreeing on the custom videos and producing them which was the most time-consuming.
I was not only doing this for money and I wanted to do things I was fully comfortable with, and even better, happy to shoot.
This meant that I had to go through hundreds of messages to come-up with videos that both my client and myself would enjoy.
On Monday, I shot a clip where I was flexing in the nude and then, jerking off while sniffing my own armpits.
On Tuesday, I made a video where I nutted on an old pair of black boxer-briefs which I sent to a generous buyer in Florida.
The recipient sent me a picture of himself licking the dirty underwear afterwards.
Disgusting, and somehow, kind of hot!
On Wednesday, I was back at doing feet content for Klaus. This time around, I had to drip honey on my feet and massaging them in the nude while talking dirty to him.
"How do you like those American size 12 soles, cunt?!"
I was acutely aware that this was weird as fuck, but I had never judged anybody's kink, and besides, it was mostly fun.
Most of the times, I was taking the requests as if they were games or silly challenges.
It would have taken a lot to weird me out even if some of my followers definitely hit my buttons. I mean, filming myself while I was taking a shit?! Really, bro? What the fuck?
My commitment was also very much depending on who was asking.
For instance, Klaus had been a loyal fan since day one and I was therefore prioritizing him.
Still, how much potential good clients was I missing? I had many messages left unread on FansVips but aside from that, probably thousands of DMs that I would never get the chance to open on my other social media.
For that reason, my Thursday night was spent not shooting any content but on a video-call with Logan, reviewing where we were at.
We went through every content posted so far, every paid video sent to my fans, and every custom I had made following individual requests.
The idea was to make sure I could re-use some of the stuff, review how each content had been received, and get some inspiration for the future.
Which kinks were the most popular? What did people expect of me? What should be our strategy to keep the fans around?
Yes, the enterprise was getting quite professional.
We also planned for Logan to stay with me the following week-end as we were barely able to scratch the surface of all the things we needed to do during this two-hours call.
I wanted his help to shoot more content, which he was, of course, more than willing to do!
I heard Bernardo calling his boyfriend several times, - getting angrier each time -, and Logan had to hang-up.
I remembered what Jimmy had told me and I certainly did not want to be the reason for a couple breaking up.
"Bruce, I think the next step will be to collab with other creators. That's the number one request from your fans."
"I'm not sure about doing content with anyone else..."
"Just check the people I'm subscribed to and see if there's anyone you'd be interested in. That's your homework for this week-end, we will review them when I'm here. You can sub to anyone else you want to with my account."
I sighed.
"I'm not ready to fuck another dude."
See how I had phrased this already.
Spontaneously, I had not said that I did not want to fuck another dude, I had said that I was not ready yet.
"That's not my thing but a few subscribers were asking for sex-tapes with women..." Logan pointed out.
"Women?"
He chuckled.
"Remember? Those human beings with two legs, two arms, and with a vagina and not a dick between their legs?"
In all fairness, I had not thought about women in a long time. I felt a bit dumb for not even considering this option.
"That might be something to look into..."
"Fucking Hell, Log? What are you doing? I've been waiting for you for over an hour!" I heard Bernardo in the background.
"Shit. I really need to go. Let's discuss all of this on Saturday."
Logan left the call and almost immediately afterwards, I typed "FansVips top female creators" on Google.
What if this was a way to get me back to the "straight" path? So to speak.
Oddly, I had not really spent much time looking at what the girls had to offer on this platform.
It was late and I had to wake-up very early the next day for the first meeting at the new construction site but I could not help myself from falling in the rabbit hole of the FansVips' girls.
And trust me, that hole was deep!
The first thing I noticed was that women were way more successful than men in those damn apps.
I thought my stats were impressive but I was clearly a rookie when compared to the biggest female performers on FansVips.
I was definitely humbled with my couple hundreds of subscribers versus their hundreds of thousands of dedicated fans.
There was this older black woman, probably in her late forties just like me, called Cougar Kiara who was making millions on the platform and was a super-star on social media.
I jerked off watching her teasers for free and I took the bait, ending up subscribing to her paid page.
Probably the first woman followed by Logan's account!
The MILF was getting banged left and right by all kinds of studs, and notably, by fellow FansVips creators.
Maybe Logan was onto something when he mentioned the collabs after all... And my cock was twitching at the idea of banging her sweet experienced ass in the near future.
I wondered if she was only meeting with established models or if she would enjoy a newbie like me.
In any case, I jerked off for a while going down her page.
It seemed like she was shooting dozens of porn movies a month and she must have been drilled by more than a couple hundred different dicks that year alone.
I edged myself looking at Kiara taking a hard double-penetration, her most liked scene, released about six months earlier. One of the Latino models drilling her was called Magic Dick (his real name was Rico) and Logan was a subscriber.
I clicked.
Magic Dick had two different pages, one featuring his "straight scenes" and another, the one Logan was subscribed to, featuring quote-on-quote "solos and male-on-male action".
You know me, I got curious as to what that description could even mean.
Well, in that case, apparently it meant fooling around with other straight guys, - jerking off, massaging their asses, rubbing each other -, but no actual sex.
Sort of disappointing if you want my opinion.
I did not even catch a blowjob or a slight finger in the ass.
Still, his fans seemed to like it.
[Chapter 9 continues below]
SILVER FOX
Chapter 9: Red-handed (part 2)
From Magic Dick's profile, I was introduced to much more models and much more collabs. I mostly clicked on the pages that Logan was already following.
Some of these supposedly straight dudes were doing much more than light horsing around.
The biggest male star at the moment, Carlos Sanchez, was not faking anything. He was taking huge cocks in his ass, sometimes two simultaneously, while he was swallowing another dong deep in his throat.
He was even teasing "triple penetration" (HOW?! I was quite baffled by this promise) in his private content, and he had also purchased a fuck machine for his solo videos.
Once again, scrolling through his profile served me a humble pie.
He had more than 15.000 paid subscribers and had just hit the million followers' mark on his free social media platforms.
No doubt, the man was a multi-millionaire, shooting his content in a loft in New-York or in luxurious villas in Los-Angeles. He was also working with big production companies.
Shit.
I realized that I was still rock-hard as I watched Carlos taking a monstrously large pink dildo in his hole. Damn, that thing was the size of a freaking arm!
I had never seen an asshole gaping that wide, nor on a man or a woman.
I gulped.
If this was what it took to become the top-page of the world, I was not sure that I was ready for this.
Wait, no, I was certain I would never do that!
...Right?
My cock was stiffed though... Carlos' bum was much hairier than Nick's, he was looking more masculine and macho, but seeing him impaling himself on the huge dildo was getting me going for sure.
Was I less or more excited than I was when watching Cougar Kiara earlier? I genuinely wondered.
It was like I was a teenager boy finding about his sexuality, testing things, understanding what was getting his cock hungry. It was a whole new world.
When Carlos teased a fisting video, it was a bit too much for me and I decided to click on a related page instead.
From the adult male performer of the year, I got to the Nine Inches King.
The dude had blown up about a year prior as he marketed himself as an ex-inmate from the State of California.
He went as far as posting his mug shot and a few details of his prison sentence on his FansVips.
I knew that already; you have to be authentic for this to work.
And it was definitely working for the Nine Inches King.
I assume you can figure what his main asset was from his name alone... His nine-inches slab of meat were everywhere and in every position on his page. This was not false-advertising.
Him too was dipping his toes into "male-on-male content" but I would say that he was halfway between Magic Dick and the full-on hardcore gay pornstar Carlos.
He had a few videos featuring Carlos by the way, and others featuring another hot Latino named Sergio who was kind of known for dabbling in the reality tv business and who was shooting content with a reality tv girl I had heard of.
Typical of reality tv people: you always sort of know them, but you are never really sure why.
In any event, each one of them seemed to be making a shit ton of money.
The Nine Inches King was also publishing another type of content: strip performances shot in various clubs, notably in Vegas.
Although, strip does not begin to describe what he was doing on stage. His signature move: spraying the audience with his cum.
And this is how I found myself jerking my own nearly nine-inches member (Ralph was only slightly beating me to the punch when it came to size), watching a male stripper cumming on a client's face.
Maybe I was not fully gay because I had been very much (and sincerely) into eating pussies for most of my life, but at this point, I could definitely no longer define myself as a simple straight man.
Talking about being not-so-straight, I received a private message just when I was about to cum watching another Nine Inches King's video.
I was still using Logan's account and guess who wrote me there? Wild Nick!
"Hey honey, I loved the show we did together last time, why have you disappeared? I miss you..."
There, I was facing a clear choice.
Stopping the madness or diving deeper in it.
"What are you offering tonight? I want something real filthy." I wrote.
"Want to see me taking a dildo up my ass?"
And fuck, I had to dive deeper!
Come on, little skanky Nick shoving a dildo in his ass, unaware that I was the client paying and watching, I could hardly miss on that golden opportunity.
We negotiated the price for a ten minutes show, - I was already close to nut anyway -, but I was not cheap and I offered 100$ right away.
You have to support your fellow content creators, right?
Nick agreed for performing the show immediately.
I understood that he did not want to waste too much time.
It was nearly midnight and I knew that both Nick and I would be tired the next day. We had to wake-up at 6 AM to go to the new work site. I could not name something I was dreading more.
I sent the money right away and the show started less than a couple minutes later.
Crazy how Nick was much more professional about this than he was when it came to his real job.
Anyway, I was not going to complain, he was already naked and oily when he picked the video-call.
His cock was flaccid though, and I could have been wrong, but it looked like it was dripping with cum.
I bet that he had just performed a show for another one of his subscribers.
"Welcome back, honey!"
Just the way in which he was flirting with me, that was stirring my cock up.
I knew the drill now and I did not intend to waste any minute of his live show being shocked or shy.
I went for it bluntly.
"I'm not here for chit-chat, where's that dildo you need to bury up your ass?" I typed.
"Ooh... Daddy is feisty tonight! I like that. Here it is!"
Nick grabbed a dildo from below the screen. A white one.
Nothing like the humongous thing that Carlos had miraculously managed to shove in his ass, but still, it was not small either. I would say 7 or 8 inches, quite thick, just a size smaller than my own dripping cock.
"You like fucking yourself, kid?" I sent him.
"You know that I love it... Although, I hope you won't be too hard on me... I'm still a beginner in this."
My cock twitched.
"Even better." I wrote down.
I was genuine.
The fact that Nick was a virgin boy and not a professional pornstar was making it so much better.
In a way, this experience was really helping me understand why people had found an interest in me in the first place, and what they meant by the content being authentic.
Porn is freaking everywhere online and you can find the craziest stuff in only two Google clicks, nowadays, people are looking for something else, maybe a special connection or an intimacy that they do no longer have in real life.
Nick got on all fours, - that seemed to be his favourite position -, but he was facing me and not showing me his ass.
I almost made a comment, asking him to hurry up and fuck himself, but he had a great reason to be like this.
He started licking and then sucking the dildo avidly.
"I wish it was your big cock I was blowing, daddy... Hmmm... I bet it'd be juicier!"
He almost made me nut!
For sure, it would be juicier, I was leaking precum everywhere! My hands and balls were wet.
"Damn... I love it when you're acting so slutty!"
He read my message and winked at me.
He could no longer talk; the dildo was well-buried in his throat.
Seeing that I was enjoying his oral skills very much, he went further and practically fucked his own throat.
He went hard on the back-and-forth until had to spit out the dildo and a bunch of slime came out and dripped down his chin and chest.
"Fuck... I had never taken it this hard." He spoke, his eyes getting teary.
"That was awesome." I wrote to encourage him.
"I need to make that cock real wet before sliding it inside my hole."
He licked the tip of the dildo again and spat on it. The toy was glistening.
I said it before, and I will say it again: WHAT A SLUT!
"Should I try to shove it in, daddy?"
"PLEASE!" I typed furiously.
The blondie was driving me crazy.
"I wish I could hear you ordering me around." He said as he turned around to display his peachy bum to the camera.
I almost turned the microphone on.
What a dumbass!
As if he would not have recognized me. Thankfully, I stopped myself before talking.
Instead, I simply ignored his comment and Nick went on with the show. He was spreading his asshole and rubbing saliva against his pucker.
He was about to get in with his fingers first before grabbing the dildo. Probably a smart choice, and besides, I was all up for the slow-building.
Although, we only had six minutes left so he better not be too slow.
Just like in the video I had watched days prior, Nick started fingering himself with his index. Only this time, he was live.
Believe me, this was making all the difference.
"Keep going, stretch that hole!" I demanded.
He could not read my message as he was looking in the other direction.
He did not need my instructions anyway; he added his middle finger to spread his anus further apart.
From this point on, he started grunting and moaning, and it seemed like genuine enjoyment.
I was glad that he had his fun with his two fingers down his asshole.
The shot was looking so good that I let go of my cock for a few seconds to take a screenshot.
I was not sure if it was allowed or not but I did not intend to do anything wrong with it, I just wanted to keep memorabilia of this moment.
"I think I'm ready for something bigger!" Nick teased me.
"Go for it, baby. Get that dildo deep inside!" I wrote even though he was no longer reading my messages.
Still in the doggy style position, his ass so close to the camera, he played with the dildo and he started tapping it against his hole.
He sucked it again, - while the sex-toy had just been so close from his ass -, before attempting to shove it for the first time.
I was, literally, on the edge of my seat, dripping with sweat, precum, and soon, some creamier milk would be coming up straight from my balls.
Three minutes of the show were remaining and I would jizz within this timeframe for sure.
"Aaah... Fuck... It's so tight..." Nick muttered.
I was in awe.
I tried to turn the volume up.
I needed to hear every moan, whisper and more importantly, every friction between the dildo and that virgin tight anus.
I was so close to explode; it was getting difficult to remain collected.
The dildo breached in.
I saw it, so up close and personal with the camera. His asshole swallowed the tip. It got wide... and wild!
The juice was dripping from my cockhead.
I could not hold it any longer.
"Yes... Fuck, yes... It's getting in..." Nick moaned.
Such a perfect ass taking the tip, and now much more than the tip, of that silicon cock.
If only it was my throbbing bone instead!
"Wait... I think... I think I can try to go deeper in another position."
Keeping the dildo in his ass, Nick was turning around.
I was over the moon; this was exactly what I wanted to see. His green eyes staring at the camera, while his legs would be spread in the air and the dildo would be buried deep in his asshole.
He turned around, faced me, and I busted my loads all over myself. The volleys were thick and strong.
I was literally shaking.
But something was wrong...
Nick's face had changed drastically, like he was about to puke or something.
My first thought was that he had hurt himself with the dildo and I got worried. Did he go too hard?
But then he said, or rather, screamed:
"BRUUUUCE?!"
My mind froze as the warm milk kept blasting from my cock.
How?!
Then, on the bottom right corner on my screen, I could see the video return and my own traumatized face, my chest covered in jizz and my cock still leaking a fairly large amount of semen.
I must have had turned the camera on when I was trying to take a screenshot or to turn the volume up.
How much of a moron could I have been?
"WHAT THE FUCK, BRUCE?!"
Nick hastily turning off the live show was the last thing I saw before the screen went black.
I had just been caught red-handed.
FUCK.
[To be continued]
FYI, the story is now completed on Patreon where the full 24 chapters are available.
Chapter 9: Red-handed (part 2)
From Magic Dick's profile, I was introduced to much more models and much more collabs. I mostly clicked on the pages that Logan was already following.
Some of these supposedly straight dudes were doing much more than light horsing around.
The biggest male star at the moment, Carlos Sanchez, was not faking anything. He was taking huge cocks in his ass, sometimes two simultaneously, while he was swallowing another dong deep in his throat.
He was even teasing "triple penetration" (HOW?! I was quite baffled by this promise) in his private content, and he had also purchased a fuck machine for his solo videos.
Once again, scrolling through his profile served me a humble pie.
He had more than 15.000 paid subscribers and had just hit the million followers' mark on his free social media platforms.
No doubt, the man was a multi-millionaire, shooting his content in a loft in New-York or in luxurious villas in Los-Angeles. He was also working with big production companies.
Shit.
I realized that I was still rock-hard as I watched Carlos taking a monstrously large pink dildo in his hole. Damn, that thing was the size of a freaking arm!
I had never seen an asshole gaping that wide, nor on a man or a woman.
I gulped.
If this was what it took to become the top-page of the world, I was not sure that I was ready for this.
Wait, no, I was certain I would never do that!
...Right?
My cock was stiffed though... Carlos' bum was much hairier than Nick's, he was looking more masculine and macho, but seeing him impaling himself on the huge dildo was getting me going for sure.
Was I less or more excited than I was when watching Cougar Kiara earlier? I genuinely wondered.
It was like I was a teenager boy finding about his sexuality, testing things, understanding what was getting his cock hungry. It was a whole new world.
When Carlos teased a fisting video, it was a bit too much for me and I decided to click on a related page instead.
From the adult male performer of the year, I got to the Nine Inches King.
The dude had blown up about a year prior as he marketed himself as an ex-inmate from the State of California.
He went as far as posting his mug shot and a few details of his prison sentence on his FansVips.
I knew that already; you have to be authentic for this to work.
And it was definitely working for the Nine Inches King.
I assume you can figure what his main asset was from his name alone... His nine-inches slab of meat were everywhere and in every position on his page. This was not false-advertising.
Him too was dipping his toes into "male-on-male content" but I would say that he was halfway between Magic Dick and the full-on hardcore gay pornstar Carlos.
He had a few videos featuring Carlos by the way, and others featuring another hot Latino named Sergio who was kind of known for dabbling in the reality tv business and who was shooting content with a reality tv girl I had heard of.
Typical of reality tv people: you always sort of know them, but you are never really sure why.
In any event, each one of them seemed to be making a shit ton of money.
The Nine Inches King was also publishing another type of content: strip performances shot in various clubs, notably in Vegas.
Although, strip does not begin to describe what he was doing on stage. His signature move: spraying the audience with his cum.
And this is how I found myself jerking my own nearly nine-inches member (Ralph was only slightly beating me to the punch when it came to size), watching a male stripper cumming on a client's face.
Maybe I was not fully gay because I had been very much (and sincerely) into eating pussies for most of my life, but at this point, I could definitely no longer define myself as a simple straight man.
Talking about being not-so-straight, I received a private message just when I was about to cum watching another Nine Inches King's video.
I was still using Logan's account and guess who wrote me there? Wild Nick!
"Hey honey, I loved the show we did together last time, why have you disappeared? I miss you..."
There, I was facing a clear choice.
Stopping the madness or diving deeper in it.
"What are you offering tonight? I want something real filthy." I wrote.
"Want to see me taking a dildo up my ass?"
And fuck, I had to dive deeper!
Come on, little skanky Nick shoving a dildo in his ass, unaware that I was the client paying and watching, I could hardly miss on that golden opportunity.
We negotiated the price for a ten minutes show, - I was already close to nut anyway -, but I was not cheap and I offered 100$ right away.
You have to support your fellow content creators, right?
Nick agreed for performing the show immediately.
I understood that he did not want to waste too much time.
It was nearly midnight and I knew that both Nick and I would be tired the next day. We had to wake-up at 6 AM to go to the new work site. I could not name something I was dreading more.
I sent the money right away and the show started less than a couple minutes later.
Crazy how Nick was much more professional about this than he was when it came to his real job.
Anyway, I was not going to complain, he was already naked and oily when he picked the video-call.
His cock was flaccid though, and I could have been wrong, but it looked like it was dripping with cum.
I bet that he had just performed a show for another one of his subscribers.
"Welcome back, honey!"
Just the way in which he was flirting with me, that was stirring my cock up.
I knew the drill now and I did not intend to waste any minute of his live show being shocked or shy.
I went for it bluntly.
"I'm not here for chit-chat, where's that dildo you need to bury up your ass?" I typed.
"Ooh... Daddy is feisty tonight! I like that. Here it is!"
Nick grabbed a dildo from below the screen. A white one.
Nothing like the humongous thing that Carlos had miraculously managed to shove in his ass, but still, it was not small either. I would say 7 or 8 inches, quite thick, just a size smaller than my own dripping cock.
"You like fucking yourself, kid?" I sent him.
"You know that I love it... Although, I hope you won't be too hard on me... I'm still a beginner in this."
My cock twitched.
"Even better." I wrote down.
I was genuine.
The fact that Nick was a virgin boy and not a professional pornstar was making it so much better.
In a way, this experience was really helping me understand why people had found an interest in me in the first place, and what they meant by the content being authentic.
Porn is freaking everywhere online and you can find the craziest stuff in only two Google clicks, nowadays, people are looking for something else, maybe a special connection or an intimacy that they do no longer have in real life.
Nick got on all fours, - that seemed to be his favourite position -, but he was facing me and not showing me his ass.
I almost made a comment, asking him to hurry up and fuck himself, but he had a great reason to be like this.
He started licking and then sucking the dildo avidly.
"I wish it was your big cock I was blowing, daddy... Hmmm... I bet it'd be juicier!"
He almost made me nut!
For sure, it would be juicier, I was leaking precum everywhere! My hands and balls were wet.
"Damn... I love it when you're acting so slutty!"
He read my message and winked at me.
He could no longer talk; the dildo was well-buried in his throat.
Seeing that I was enjoying his oral skills very much, he went further and practically fucked his own throat.
He went hard on the back-and-forth until had to spit out the dildo and a bunch of slime came out and dripped down his chin and chest.
"Fuck... I had never taken it this hard." He spoke, his eyes getting teary.
"That was awesome." I wrote to encourage him.
"I need to make that cock real wet before sliding it inside my hole."
He licked the tip of the dildo again and spat on it. The toy was glistening.
I said it before, and I will say it again: WHAT A SLUT!
"Should I try to shove it in, daddy?"
"PLEASE!" I typed furiously.
The blondie was driving me crazy.
"I wish I could hear you ordering me around." He said as he turned around to display his peachy bum to the camera.
I almost turned the microphone on.
What a dumbass!
As if he would not have recognized me. Thankfully, I stopped myself before talking.
Instead, I simply ignored his comment and Nick went on with the show. He was spreading his asshole and rubbing saliva against his pucker.
He was about to get in with his fingers first before grabbing the dildo. Probably a smart choice, and besides, I was all up for the slow-building.
Although, we only had six minutes left so he better not be too slow.
Just like in the video I had watched days prior, Nick started fingering himself with his index. Only this time, he was live.
Believe me, this was making all the difference.
"Keep going, stretch that hole!" I demanded.
He could not read my message as he was looking in the other direction.
He did not need my instructions anyway; he added his middle finger to spread his anus further apart.
From this point on, he started grunting and moaning, and it seemed like genuine enjoyment.
I was glad that he had his fun with his two fingers down his asshole.
The shot was looking so good that I let go of my cock for a few seconds to take a screenshot.
I was not sure if it was allowed or not but I did not intend to do anything wrong with it, I just wanted to keep memorabilia of this moment.
"I think I'm ready for something bigger!" Nick teased me.
"Go for it, baby. Get that dildo deep inside!" I wrote even though he was no longer reading my messages.
Still in the doggy style position, his ass so close to the camera, he played with the dildo and he started tapping it against his hole.
He sucked it again, - while the sex-toy had just been so close from his ass -, before attempting to shove it for the first time.
I was, literally, on the edge of my seat, dripping with sweat, precum, and soon, some creamier milk would be coming up straight from my balls.
Three minutes of the show were remaining and I would jizz within this timeframe for sure.
"Aaah... Fuck... It's so tight..." Nick muttered.
I was in awe.
I tried to turn the volume up.
I needed to hear every moan, whisper and more importantly, every friction between the dildo and that virgin tight anus.
I was so close to explode; it was getting difficult to remain collected.
The dildo breached in.
I saw it, so up close and personal with the camera. His asshole swallowed the tip. It got wide... and wild!
The juice was dripping from my cockhead.
I could not hold it any longer.
"Yes... Fuck, yes... It's getting in..." Nick moaned.
Such a perfect ass taking the tip, and now much more than the tip, of that silicon cock.
If only it was my throbbing bone instead!
"Wait... I think... I think I can try to go deeper in another position."
Keeping the dildo in his ass, Nick was turning around.
I was over the moon; this was exactly what I wanted to see. His green eyes staring at the camera, while his legs would be spread in the air and the dildo would be buried deep in his asshole.
He turned around, faced me, and I busted my loads all over myself. The volleys were thick and strong.
I was literally shaking.
But something was wrong...
Nick's face had changed drastically, like he was about to puke or something.
My first thought was that he had hurt himself with the dildo and I got worried. Did he go too hard?
But then he said, or rather, screamed:
"BRUUUUCE?!"
My mind froze as the warm milk kept blasting from my cock.
How?!
Then, on the bottom right corner on my screen, I could see the video return and my own traumatized face, my chest covered in jizz and my cock still leaking a fairly large amount of semen.
I must have had turned the camera on when I was trying to take a screenshot or to turn the volume up.
How much of a moron could I have been?
"WHAT THE FUCK, BRUCE?!"
Nick hastily turning off the live show was the last thing I saw before the screen went black.
I had just been caught red-handed.
FUCK.
[To be continued]
FYI, the story is now completed on Patreon where the full 24 chapters are available.
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SILVER FOX
Chapter 10: Shots fired (Part 1)
I did not sleep that night. At all.
I just stayed in my bed, my eyes wide opened, staring at the ceiling.
I was wondering how I could justify my behaviour and, more importantly, how I could look Nick in the eyes the next morning.
It was the worst timing since we had our meeting on the new construction site with the Porters and the rest of the crew.
I seriously considered calling sick but I had never done that in more than 28 years of work and I decided that I would not start being a coward now.
Hiding had never been my style.
Besides, it was pretty clear that Nick would be as mortified as I was, if not more.
After all, he was the one shoving a big dildo up his ass and running a secret porn page. Me? Most people knew that I was a FansVips' creator already!
Although, I admit, it was totally sus to pay and watch my own co-worker anonymously, and I was not proud of it.
Hence, the severe lack of sleep... I even felt bad for Nick.
I arrived on the worksite first.
It was an abandoned factory that the city-hall wanted to turn into an indoor market. Our job would be to take care of re-doing the entire water and pipes' system from the outside. Tedious as hell.
I checked my phone as I was waiting for the others.
I tried to distract myself from my own thoughts.
It did not work. The first thing I noticed was that Nick had blocked Logan's account from accessing his FansVips.
"Fuck..." I muttered in my beard.
He was pissed. I could not be mad at him for it.
Maybe it would be better if Nick were to arrive before the others and we could have a chat. As much as I dreaded this conversation, we had to rip the bandage off.
But this was, of course, a delusional thought. Nick arriving on site before Jimmy and the crew was simply not a thing that would happen.
And indeed, my best buddy was there about ten minutes after me, way before Nick showed up.
"Ready for the big meeting with our two bosses?" Jim said as he greeted me.
"I cannot wait..." I replied sarcastically.
"I don't mind the site but if we have to handle the Porters, father and son, and Nick for an entire month, this might become hell. Do you reckon we could take care of this, just the two of us?"
I was feeling exactly the same.
"I'm not sure, I think the old Porter wants Mike to get his hands in the dirt. Not a bad strategy to teach him how to run this freaking company... If you want my opinion, it's about time, but certainly a pain in the ass."
"Come on... If we have to train him, I might as well quit!" Jimmy whined.
I was generally the one making this kind of empty threats.
To be fair, in my case, those had not been so empty lately.
With the money I was making thanks to my side hustle, quitting had definitely become a viable option.
"Join me on FansVips and let's roll, buddy!" I spanked Jimmy's ass playfully.
I was certain he would do great on the app.
"Very funny, man... Oh shit, here they come."
The Porters were parking in front of the site in their van. Mike looked way less smug and self-entitled when he had his old man walking behind him.
That was the silver lining of this shitty day, seeing my young boss freaking out.
Nick would once again be scolded for being late. He arrived about fifteen minutes after the Porters.
For a minute there, I did think that Nick would never come, but he was here, looking tired and grumpy, but standing before me.
We toured the construction site and Mike gave us the instructions, while being ridiculously overseen (and often interrupted) by his own dad.
I thought this was deliciously humiliating but I had my own issues to worry about.
Nick was not looking at me and this was making me cringe. I could feel the tension in the air.
We had never been the best of friends, - to say the least -, but I was getting worried that someone would understand that something was different.
Besides, I hated letting things unspoken.
Let's have a big fight once and for all, and be done with it! Right?
As luck or fate would have had it, Nick and I were assigned by Mike to work on one side of the factory in ruins and to check on the current pipes system.
We needed to assess if there was anything we could salvage.
Nick looked gloomy as fuck walking there and I had a growing sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Dude... We should talk." I mentioned at some point.
He remained silent, still very consistently avoiding to look at me.
I puffed.
"Come on, Nick... Let's be adults about this. It's not that big of a deal."
"Fuck you, man." He whistled between his teeth.
"Okay. I deserve that, I guess. Is this everything you have to say about the matter? Can we move on?"
He finally turned around to face me.
"What do you want me to say, freak? I don't talk to perverts!"
"Don't you think that's a little rich coming from you?"
I was all for extending an olive branch but the cocky kid was testing me. I was just a paying customer after all!
"Whatever grandpa..."
"Grandpa is making more money than you ever will on those damn apps!"
"Yes, and he's spending it all on me. How should I call you now? Sugar daddy or something? Is this what you want?"
Touché.
He had a point there.
"Look, I'm sorry about not saying who I was. I stumbled on your page when I created mine and then, I don't know, I was curious."
"Curious? You're a big closeted homo, man!"
"First of all, who cares, you're homophobe now? And second of all, what does that make you? You didn't look so straight yourself last night, a dildo buried deep in your ass!"
His face became red.
I am not proud of my reaction.
It was a low-blow and Nick was nearly 27 younger than I was, - I should have been the bigger man, literally -, but he always found a way to get on my last nerve.
He was about to snap back at me when we were interrupted.
"What the hell is this bullshit about?!" The old Porter barked.
We had not realized, but right on the other side of the partially demolished brick wall, the rest of the crew was looking at us, in shock.
I was not sure how much of the argument they had heard but there was no doubt that it was too much.
"Nothing, chief..." I spoke.
Nick talked over me.
"Bruce is messing up with our work at the company since he's become a pornstar!"
"Eh! What the hell, man?" I snapped.
"It's true! Look at his page, Silver Fox on FansVips! He's been distracted at work because of it. He's even been whoring himself to clients! The gay husbands from a few weeks ago!"
I was gutted that Nick would go there. How dared he?
Having Nick blaming me for not working, that was the definition of being unfair.
"Are you kidding me?! You're the one who's always late, you barely ever do the actual work, you're spending hours on your phone, filming your damn TikToks! You're a joke, Nick!"
He flipped his middle finger at me.
"Fuck you, homo!"
I almost jumped at his throat and Jimmy had to hold me back. I am glad that he did, I did not want to beat the boy up.
I was out of myself though.
I would not use my fists, but I could use my words.
"Oh, yes? You wanna go there, little prick! Let's fucking go there! Go check WildNick on FansVips guys, you'll see how straight he really is! How do you like it, Nick? How much do you enjoy fucking yourself with dildos and sucking them afterwards?"
It was Nick who was not held by anyone who ended up jumping at me.
The rest of the crew ran to separate us.
I had not been involved in a fight for years. The last time had been with the asshole Karen had cheated on me with.
Back then, I had punched the moron's face hard and almost broke his nose.
There was no nose broken this time around, I mainly tried to push Nick away. As I mentioned, I had no intention to destroy a freaking 19 years-old kid.
Finally, Nick settled down, his arms locked by Mike. We all looked at each other anxiously.
"Are you good, man?" Jimmy asked me.
"I'm good. More than that actually, I quit! Fuck this freaking job!"
The old Porter grabbed my neck.
He looked rather scary. Was he about to murder me?
"You don't quit, pal, you're fired. You hear me? Fired! You both are! What the hell is this, Mike? How could you let this fly?!"
The poor Mike Porter looked as shocked as he was terrified.
First time his father was overseeing a site since he had left him with the company, and we had presented the worst type of performance.
"Let me go, I'm going home."
I did not need this; I pushed them away.
With not a single look behind me, I walked up to my car and left.
This was exhilarating to say the least.
I was trembling behind the wheel while I was processing what had just happened. Did I just quit? Really? Or was I fired? Who cared? Either way, I was out of a job.
Honestly, I was relieved.
I did not think it would end like this, but that silly fight was just the tipping point I needed to make my decision.
Nearly 29 years in the same damn company, to be bossed around by an idiot, be paid a misery, and be paired with the most obnoxious brat.
Damn, Nick! Damn, Mike! Fuck them all!
I have to say though, strangely, I started to feel bad for the boy while driving back home.
Nick was annoying as fuck but I had just messed-up with his life big time. Would he really be fired?
Things had escalated (very) quickly and the situation had totally slipped out of my control.
At the very least, there was nothing left unspoken this time around... We had had our argument and we could move on.
Jimmy knocked at my door in the afternoon to check on me.
He confirmed that Nick had also been fired for good. He reassured me by telling me that this was much more about his work performance than the fight from that morning.
In all fairness, he had been a terrible employee from the very start.
"I'm sure you could get your job back if you want to. Everyone got heated for nothing this morning." Jimmy told me.
"I meant what I've said. I'm not happy with the way it went down but I'm happy with the decision I've made."
Jimmy put his face in his hands.
"Fuck... You're abandoning me... Damn, Bruce."
"Sorry, bro, it was time."
I patted his shoulders.
"You're killing me, man."
"You're still my gym buddy! You'll tell me all about the company! Okay?"
"And what the hell was this thing about with Nick? Really?"
I sighed.
"I guess there's no point in lying anymore. Let's just say that he runs a no-longer secret page where he posts even wilder content than what I do, a lot of clips with his ass, and I got curious... I asked him for a show using Logan's account."
"Damn, Bruce! What the actual fuck?"
[Chapter 10 continues below]
Chapter 10: Shots fired (Part 1)
I did not sleep that night. At all.
I just stayed in my bed, my eyes wide opened, staring at the ceiling.
I was wondering how I could justify my behaviour and, more importantly, how I could look Nick in the eyes the next morning.
It was the worst timing since we had our meeting on the new construction site with the Porters and the rest of the crew.
I seriously considered calling sick but I had never done that in more than 28 years of work and I decided that I would not start being a coward now.
Hiding had never been my style.
Besides, it was pretty clear that Nick would be as mortified as I was, if not more.
After all, he was the one shoving a big dildo up his ass and running a secret porn page. Me? Most people knew that I was a FansVips' creator already!
Although, I admit, it was totally sus to pay and watch my own co-worker anonymously, and I was not proud of it.
Hence, the severe lack of sleep... I even felt bad for Nick.
I arrived on the worksite first.
It was an abandoned factory that the city-hall wanted to turn into an indoor market. Our job would be to take care of re-doing the entire water and pipes' system from the outside. Tedious as hell.
I checked my phone as I was waiting for the others.
I tried to distract myself from my own thoughts.
It did not work. The first thing I noticed was that Nick had blocked Logan's account from accessing his FansVips.
"Fuck..." I muttered in my beard.
He was pissed. I could not be mad at him for it.
Maybe it would be better if Nick were to arrive before the others and we could have a chat. As much as I dreaded this conversation, we had to rip the bandage off.
But this was, of course, a delusional thought. Nick arriving on site before Jimmy and the crew was simply not a thing that would happen.
And indeed, my best buddy was there about ten minutes after me, way before Nick showed up.
"Ready for the big meeting with our two bosses?" Jim said as he greeted me.
"I cannot wait..." I replied sarcastically.
"I don't mind the site but if we have to handle the Porters, father and son, and Nick for an entire month, this might become hell. Do you reckon we could take care of this, just the two of us?"
I was feeling exactly the same.
"I'm not sure, I think the old Porter wants Mike to get his hands in the dirt. Not a bad strategy to teach him how to run this freaking company... If you want my opinion, it's about time, but certainly a pain in the ass."
"Come on... If we have to train him, I might as well quit!" Jimmy whined.
I was generally the one making this kind of empty threats.
To be fair, in my case, those had not been so empty lately.
With the money I was making thanks to my side hustle, quitting had definitely become a viable option.
"Join me on FansVips and let's roll, buddy!" I spanked Jimmy's ass playfully.
I was certain he would do great on the app.
"Very funny, man... Oh shit, here they come."
The Porters were parking in front of the site in their van. Mike looked way less smug and self-entitled when he had his old man walking behind him.
That was the silver lining of this shitty day, seeing my young boss freaking out.
Nick would once again be scolded for being late. He arrived about fifteen minutes after the Porters.
For a minute there, I did think that Nick would never come, but he was here, looking tired and grumpy, but standing before me.
We toured the construction site and Mike gave us the instructions, while being ridiculously overseen (and often interrupted) by his own dad.
I thought this was deliciously humiliating but I had my own issues to worry about.
Nick was not looking at me and this was making me cringe. I could feel the tension in the air.
We had never been the best of friends, - to say the least -, but I was getting worried that someone would understand that something was different.
Besides, I hated letting things unspoken.
Let's have a big fight once and for all, and be done with it! Right?
As luck or fate would have had it, Nick and I were assigned by Mike to work on one side of the factory in ruins and to check on the current pipes system.
We needed to assess if there was anything we could salvage.
Nick looked gloomy as fuck walking there and I had a growing sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Dude... We should talk." I mentioned at some point.
He remained silent, still very consistently avoiding to look at me.
I puffed.
"Come on, Nick... Let's be adults about this. It's not that big of a deal."
"Fuck you, man." He whistled between his teeth.
"Okay. I deserve that, I guess. Is this everything you have to say about the matter? Can we move on?"
He finally turned around to face me.
"What do you want me to say, freak? I don't talk to perverts!"
"Don't you think that's a little rich coming from you?"
I was all for extending an olive branch but the cocky kid was testing me. I was just a paying customer after all!
"Whatever grandpa..."
"Grandpa is making more money than you ever will on those damn apps!"
"Yes, and he's spending it all on me. How should I call you now? Sugar daddy or something? Is this what you want?"
Touché.
He had a point there.
"Look, I'm sorry about not saying who I was. I stumbled on your page when I created mine and then, I don't know, I was curious."
"Curious? You're a big closeted homo, man!"
"First of all, who cares, you're homophobe now? And second of all, what does that make you? You didn't look so straight yourself last night, a dildo buried deep in your ass!"
His face became red.
I am not proud of my reaction.
It was a low-blow and Nick was nearly 27 younger than I was, - I should have been the bigger man, literally -, but he always found a way to get on my last nerve.
He was about to snap back at me when we were interrupted.
"What the hell is this bullshit about?!" The old Porter barked.
We had not realized, but right on the other side of the partially demolished brick wall, the rest of the crew was looking at us, in shock.
I was not sure how much of the argument they had heard but there was no doubt that it was too much.
"Nothing, chief..." I spoke.
Nick talked over me.
"Bruce is messing up with our work at the company since he's become a pornstar!"
"Eh! What the hell, man?" I snapped.
"It's true! Look at his page, Silver Fox on FansVips! He's been distracted at work because of it. He's even been whoring himself to clients! The gay husbands from a few weeks ago!"
I was gutted that Nick would go there. How dared he?
Having Nick blaming me for not working, that was the definition of being unfair.
"Are you kidding me?! You're the one who's always late, you barely ever do the actual work, you're spending hours on your phone, filming your damn TikToks! You're a joke, Nick!"
He flipped his middle finger at me.
"Fuck you, homo!"
I almost jumped at his throat and Jimmy had to hold me back. I am glad that he did, I did not want to beat the boy up.
I was out of myself though.
I would not use my fists, but I could use my words.
"Oh, yes? You wanna go there, little prick! Let's fucking go there! Go check WildNick on FansVips guys, you'll see how straight he really is! How do you like it, Nick? How much do you enjoy fucking yourself with dildos and sucking them afterwards?"
It was Nick who was not held by anyone who ended up jumping at me.
The rest of the crew ran to separate us.
I had not been involved in a fight for years. The last time had been with the asshole Karen had cheated on me with.
Back then, I had punched the moron's face hard and almost broke his nose.
There was no nose broken this time around, I mainly tried to push Nick away. As I mentioned, I had no intention to destroy a freaking 19 years-old kid.
Finally, Nick settled down, his arms locked by Mike. We all looked at each other anxiously.
"Are you good, man?" Jimmy asked me.
"I'm good. More than that actually, I quit! Fuck this freaking job!"
The old Porter grabbed my neck.
He looked rather scary. Was he about to murder me?
"You don't quit, pal, you're fired. You hear me? Fired! You both are! What the hell is this, Mike? How could you let this fly?!"
The poor Mike Porter looked as shocked as he was terrified.
First time his father was overseeing a site since he had left him with the company, and we had presented the worst type of performance.
"Let me go, I'm going home."
I did not need this; I pushed them away.
With not a single look behind me, I walked up to my car and left.
This was exhilarating to say the least.
I was trembling behind the wheel while I was processing what had just happened. Did I just quit? Really? Or was I fired? Who cared? Either way, I was out of a job.
Honestly, I was relieved.
I did not think it would end like this, but that silly fight was just the tipping point I needed to make my decision.
Nearly 29 years in the same damn company, to be bossed around by an idiot, be paid a misery, and be paired with the most obnoxious brat.
Damn, Nick! Damn, Mike! Fuck them all!
I have to say though, strangely, I started to feel bad for the boy while driving back home.
Nick was annoying as fuck but I had just messed-up with his life big time. Would he really be fired?
Things had escalated (very) quickly and the situation had totally slipped out of my control.
At the very least, there was nothing left unspoken this time around... We had had our argument and we could move on.
Jimmy knocked at my door in the afternoon to check on me.
He confirmed that Nick had also been fired for good. He reassured me by telling me that this was much more about his work performance than the fight from that morning.
In all fairness, he had been a terrible employee from the very start.
"I'm sure you could get your job back if you want to. Everyone got heated for nothing this morning." Jimmy told me.
"I meant what I've said. I'm not happy with the way it went down but I'm happy with the decision I've made."
Jimmy put his face in his hands.
"Fuck... You're abandoning me... Damn, Bruce."
"Sorry, bro, it was time."
I patted his shoulders.
"You're killing me, man."
"You're still my gym buddy! You'll tell me all about the company! Okay?"
"And what the hell was this thing about with Nick? Really?"
I sighed.
"I guess there's no point in lying anymore. Let's just say that he runs a no-longer secret page where he posts even wilder content than what I do, a lot of clips with his ass, and I got curious... I asked him for a show using Logan's account."
"Damn, Bruce! What the actual fuck?"
[Chapter 10 continues below]
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