A construction worker's life drastically changes when a video in which he appears shirtless goes viral. Out of nowhere, the hunky 46 years-old becomes a sensation in the gay community! And when he realizes how much money he can make selling pictures and videos of himself online... Bruce decides to become Silver Fox!
SILVER FOX
Chapter 1: The Birth of Silver Fox
Life starts at 46.
Or at the very least, that was true for me.
Before that, I seemed to be destined to live a pathetic and pretty unremarkable time on this Earth.
When I was 18, I got a job at the construction company where my father was working at. I was not very good in school but I could use my hands, and I was not afraid to work hard.
When I was 21, I got married to my high school sweetheart. Karen was a bitch and she cheated on me. Twice.
As far as I know.
I was divorced by the age of 30.
She kept the house that we had bought together, and that I had renovated by the sweat of my brow.
Good for her, she was a smart bitch, she had left me for a damn lawyer... She's got two kids with him now.
I moved into a small one-bedroom apartment downtown.
Purchasing this place got me into some serious debts and it was quite depressing living by my own, but the apartment was mine, and that was all that mattered at the time.
My parents both died when I was in my late thirties, - that was another kick in my sore butt -, and I realized that aside from my coworkers, I did not have much people to turn to.
No wife, no kids, no very close friends or family either.
My sister had not talked to me in years.
She had gotten involved with some drug dealer when she was in high school and she had already been locked-up for some time.
I had no idea where she lived or if she was still in prison. She had been the one cutting ties with us. She did not show up to either of our parents' funerals.
That was tough.
I was mostly alone but I was not totally single either; I was fucking my fair share of women.
Sue me, I had my needs and a strong sexual appetite!
Thankfully, I had the good looks to snatch some pussies for myself.
That being said, I could not trust women anymore. I had been burnt once, and I would not let that happen again. I was running away from any sort of serious relationship.
Maybe as a revenge for what had happened to me before, or maybe because it was the only way to ensure that those chicks would not get too attached, I mostly banged married women.
I would suck on their ring finger as I would drill them from behind, my dick buried in their pretty housewives' assholes.
Since the options were quite limited where I lived, I had some regular bitches on retainer.
It was awkward when I was running into their husbands at the grocery's store or at the gym.
I know, this is bad.
Never said that I was a nice or decent guy...
As I mentioned, my life was pretty pathetic back then.
When I celebrated my forty-sixth birthday, many things had not gone the way I had imagined them when I was younger.
I was stuck in the same town I had grown up in, in the middle of Kansas, I was by myself, working the same tiring job, the only difference was that the Porter kid had just taken over the company of his dad...
I was now bossed around by a freaking 23 years-old!
If you read this, Mike Porter, fuck you, deep in your tight arrogant ass!
Porter was a little brat who did not know shit about construction, but who had been plagued with the most annoying "know-it-all" attitude, only aggravated by his worthless and very recent college degree.
Without the gym to release the tension, I would have probably gone mad.
Thank God, I had met Jimmy at work and he had somehow become my best buddy.
He was ten years younger than I was, already married with a kid, but he was obsessed with the gym and we became a duo.
I did want to keep in shape, - I had always had -, and Jimmy pushed me out of my comfort zone while I was entering my forties. He needed a gym partner and I let him convince me that I should go harder on myself.
"Bruce, right now is precisely the moment when you need to push yourself and keep in shape!"
I am glad that he did.
I guess that I owe a lot to him in the end.
Anyway, we were seeing each other at work all the time, and at the gym three to five times a week.
I do not know if it was because I was more in shape than I was when in my thirties, or because "daddies" were the new hot thing at that moment, but at 46, I was getting more pussies than I had ever had in my entire life.
That was the cool part of aging up, I suppose!
"I wish I was like you, man. No wife to control your every single move. No one to report to. No kids to check on and worry about all day long. No responsibilities."
Jimmy was envying my life, and sometimes, I was envying his.
But he was right, maybe I had not made the best of my twenties and of my thirties, but I was finding myself better off than many of my colleagues in my forties.
They seemed trapped in loveless marriages and in their boring family life, while I was going out and banging chicks... and more often than not, their own wives!
Just to be clear, I never fucked Jimmy's woman though. Even if I am sure that I could have gotten into Doreen's bed, I had my principles.
Bros before Hoes. Right?
All things considered, it turned out that it was way more satisfying to date as a mature, all grown-up, man.
First of all, it seems like I was attracting younger and hotter chicks, as if I was a freaking honey pot for twenty-something sluts.
Second of all, I knew what I liked and most of all, what I was doing.
Trust me, I was giving those girls the fuck of their lives, being way more experienced and skilled than their clumsy college boyfriends.
I was not scared to get dirty, or downright raunchy, and they loved every second of it.
Most women love rough sex and that is a fact.
You would be surprised to know what your next-door neighbour truly desires when she allows herself to fantasize... I guess it is simply more difficult to show you slutty side with your husband and the father of your children.
With me though, they were insatiable.
Those bitches loved eating my ass, getting manhandled roughly, sucking my toes, slurping on my nipples like a hungry baby would on his mother, and taking it bareback.
I slapped, spanked, and choked them and they kept asking for more.
To think that there was a point in my life where my sex life had been limited to the same woman for more than ten years, and that we were both too shy to get naked with the lights on!
How stupid was I?!
Honestly, I am not even mad at my ex-wife for cheating on me at the time.
Sure, she was a snake, but can I blame her for looking for a good dicking when I used to be so bad at it?
I did have the massive uncut cock, - nearly nine inches of pure veiny meat, really impressive tool -, but it was like I had been scared to use it properly for a large part of my life.
Thirteen years of relationship, nine years of marriage, and I had not fucked Karen's ass even once.
What the hell was I doing with my life?
Believe me though, I did make it up for those wasted years!
When I got my first grey hair in my early forties, I got worried. Jimmy told me that girls were digging it but I was not trusting him. I was on a roll with women and I did not want to lose the most enjoyable part of my life.
I even considered trimming my hair or dying it.
See, I had never shaved or trimmed the bush around my junks and seeing my pubic hair turning grey was a shock.
