Silver Fox

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 7: Fresh Nick Gone Wild

"That's the guy who works with you and Jim, right? The one who's filmed your first video?" Logan asked.

"Yes, that's him. Freaking Nick!"

"I got bored with his content on TikTok but he does look pretty hot. Makes me want to follow him again."

I checked the profile once more to make sure.

His bio was linking to his TikTok: FreshNick.

There was a clever line on how this page was the place where he could (finally) get wild without being limited by social media's community guidelines.

"He's been acting like he wanted to become a serious influencer... My ass! He just wants to make quick money!"

Logan teased me.

"Not sure you really are in a position to judge."

He stared at my bare cock, hanging out.

"I don't judge. It's just... I had no idea!"

"Aren't you curious about what he's putting out there?"

I definitely was but I downplayed it.

"Maybe... I wonder how far he takes it."

"I have to go; Jimmy and Doreen will probably be waiting for me. Look, you can use my own account if you want to sub to him."

"I don't wanna be a submissive to damn Nick!" I exclaimed, horrified by the idea.

"A subscriber, idiot, not a submissive!"

I laughed at my own stupidity.

The online lingo was tough sometimes. When the same shortened word might mean two different things, it could get confusing.

"Oh, well... I see."

"Do whatever you want, I may be subscribing to his page myself anyway."

Logan left and I was staring at my computer screen, tempted by Nick's profile.

As always, Logan had been a good mate there.

Using his account was a great way to check Nick's activities without him knowing.

I did not want the smug brat to have the satisfaction of seeing Silver Fox paying for his content that I assumed to be ridiculous.

I was hesitant though. I was not sure I wanted to see whatever X-rated stuff my coworker was posting online.

I wondered why he was not advertising his page on his TikTok.

I had now more than 60.000 more followers than he had there. Nick did not seem able to reach the 100K mark despite his continuous efforts.

Still, by promoting on his social media, he would have gained more subscribers for his paid content for sure.

Unless he was posting stuff, he was not too proud of...

As often in life, curiosity won.

I hit the subscribe button.

Since the shoot with Logan, I had not put any of my clothes back on.

I became self-conscious about it as I was scrolling through the sex posts of the most annoying of my co-workers, stark naked.

If only he could see me right now!

The first series of content, posted about six months prior, was rather tame.

The same shirtless dance videos than he was already posting on his other social media, a few pictures in underwear, nothing really scandalous or wild.

It was the comments that got my attention.

"We need to see that good dick."

"Show us more!"

"Where are the kinky stuff you promised in my DMs?"

I retained two things out of those comments.

First, people were not happy with an X-rated page which would not feature nude shots. They felt like they had been cheated.

Second, the "DMs", that was where Nick was promoting his page. A good way to remain discreet.

He must have picked the most dedicated of his followers to send them the forbidden link. Those were probably the same people who were sending me daily messages to have access to my own FansVips.

The dull content did not last for long though.

As the weeks went by, Nick got a bit daring on his page and as a result, his posts were getting much more likes and engagement.

I stopped scrolling when I stumbled on the first picture of his bare ass.

The dude was smooth and his slight blond hair were almost invisible on his pale white bum.

Frankly, if I did not know it was him, I could have mistaken it for a woman's bubble butt. Especially as it was a close-up picture and you could therefore not see his upper chest or his hair.

He looked like a curvy woman.

I suppose that is the reason why I got hard.

What a little slut. I thought.

I had a strange sense of satisfaction of seeing the cocky jock whoring himself online.

I was basically about to do the exact same thing, and in some ways, I had done much worse already in the past few weeks, but still, arrogant and better-than-anyone-else Nick was just like every other desperate dude on this planet: selling his ass for a few dollars a month.

I kept scrolling.

His cock was featured next.

Hard. Another close up. Not a great shot but I must say, a decent-looking dick. I was surprised by it; I did not know Nick was packing.

Just like me, he was uncut. His cock was satisfying both in length and in girth.

I envied his 19 years-old firm erection.

At his age, I was virtually hard 24/7.

Thankfully, age had not beat me down too much on that front. Especially as of late, I had been crazy horny! But I was getting worried for the decade to come; sex was such a large part of my life.

To be fair, my own cock was hard just looking at those pics.

Thankfully, there was more ass than cock on his page. Nick's fans seem to have their liking for his peachy bum.

I did too.

As the weeks progressed, Nick was no longer shy with delivering full body shots... and with spreading his legs.

From his butt, he was now showing his butthole.

Pinkish, deliciously smooth.

Good lord, for a lack of a better word, he looked very fuckable.

I started to wonder if Nick was not secretly gay or something. Was it all for show? The way he was bending over on a post dating from three months prior was definitely raising questions.

On one of the very first videos that he posted; he was inviting his subscribers to check their private messages for a steamy video featuring his best ASSet.

To make his point clearer, he turned around and slapped his bum at the end of his promotional speech.

Yeap, my hard-on was solid as a brick now!

What did that say about me?

I felt somewhat shaky but I kept going.

This thing gets addictive. I can see why people subscribe to FansVips page and cannot get enough of their favourite models.

You sort of want to see how far he might be willing to go.

In a way, this was a great teaching lesson for me, to see how a page could work, what people like and dislike, and what I, as a consumer, was expecting.

For instance, I found myself hoping that I would get to see Nick stretch his ass even more.

My wish was fulfilled only a few posts later, on the most outrageous picture yet, Nick was lying on his bed, his legs up in the air, and he was spreading his two ass cheeks with his hands.

"Fucking Hell!" I grunted.

I had to zoom in.

Was that a manly ass or was that a pussy? Honestly, one could wonder. It was so smooth and juicy.

The next post was even more explicit. The same pose but in video.

Nick was looking right at the camera as he was pulling on his ass cheeks, offering his virgin pink hole to his eager viewers.

I assumed it was virgin of course.

It did look very tight.

Once he had crossed that line, it did seem like all bets were off and the content of his page got increasingly raunchier.

He was jerking-off in another video (less popular than the one featuring his opened ass); he was sucking his fingers off as if he was bobbing up and down on a cock (that post was a hit and did make my cock grew at full mast, it was so raunchy); and then, he was nutting on his chest, exposing his creamy loads to his audience.

I was mindlessly stroking myself as I was getting to the most recent posts.

Lately, Nick was working a new angle. The construction worker's look. He was posting pictures of himself wearing work overalls or posing at a site. I recognized some of the places we had been working at recently.

Among those videos, there were the ones recorded by Mitchell about a week before.

Nick had gotten inspired by Silver Fox, that was for sure.

Although, his style was much different than mine now.

There was a ten-seconds clip promoting another pay-per-view video. The title: "Fingering my tight asshole for the very first time!"

No need to paint you a picture of what he was doing in the preview, stretching his hole, licking his fingers off, and rubbing them against his pucker, ready to invade.

It was the most liked video of his entire page.

I could not believe he was going that far.

But it was seemingly only the beginning. That very afternoon, he had shared one last post. The only content where he was not featured on the picture.

Instead, there was a single thing captured.

A pink dildo.

The caption read:

"Are you ready for this page to go to the next level?"

Nick was about to dildo his ass for his fans.

Maybe I was not ready for this after all! Maybe I was not as open-minded as I thought.

I was shocked... but freakishly horny.

Fresh Nick had definitely gone wild. The attention whore had turned into a proper whore. It was full circle in a way.

What was I supposed to do with this information?

I felt a bit uncomfortable with the secret nature of the account.

Would Logan let Jimmy know about that or would he respect Nick's privacy?

I wished that Nick would have been more opened about this.

A crazy idea crossed my mind. Maybe we could have even worked together.

Overall, I now understood why he was so distracted at work. He could not care less about construction, he was already planning and working on a whole different career.

Since he was trying to make real money out of this, I thought that his hustle to get more views and followers on social media was more commendable.

Although, that did not make him less annoying.

Maybe looking at his tight pussy had softened my feelings about him.

I was about to shut the page for good when I realized that there was a new message in my inbox. Well, in Logan's inbox. I was still using his account.

"What's up, Logan? Welcome to my wild side! How did you find my page? And what would you like to see on here? I do custom vids and private live shows as well."

Private live-shows.

Logan had told me about them.

You could film yourself live for your audience, generally doing something kinky like jerking-off, but some buyers would also pay to have you all for themselves, for a few minutes and sometimes for a much longer period of time.

The ultimate whore 2.0.

I was curious about his rates. Nick's business model could give me an idea of how much I could charge myself.

"How much for a live-show?" I wrote.

I was feeling a sense of adrenaline as I walked in this dangerous territory.

Nick replied a couple minutes later.

"10$ for each minute. Reduced fee at 60$ for a full ten minutes. And then 50$ every additional ten minutes. Additional fees might be required for special requests (cum, dildos...) I'm feeling hot right now..."

And I had always thought Nick was a fool!

He was proving me wrong there; this was actually a very smart way to conduct his business and encourage people to book longer shows.

Who knew he was so good at maths and marketing?

For some reason, I was inclined to try it.

I know, right? What the hell was I thinking, ordering a live-show from my irritating co-worker?

I suppose that the opportunity was just too good. I had not asked for it and it had landed in my hands.

"Why not? Would you be free for a ten minutes show? I have 60$ to spare."

To rationalize my behaviour, I told myself that the prick could teach me another lesson.

How did the shows actually go? What should have I been expecting for my own live-performances?

It was strictly business.

Besides, the guy had been on my ass for months, making me miserable.

Only recently, he was doing the bare minimum at work because Mike Porter's dad was back in charge. Otherwise, he was spending his time taking breaks and managing his social media while I was killing my back.

Honestly, I had deserved to offer myself a bit of fun, no? I could toy with him a little. And I would pay him, it was fair.

Thank you, Louis and Mitchell for the one grand.

I was using part of their money for something they would definitely approve of!

"Let's go. You send me the money and I'm launching the app so you can see me live. Strip dance, flexing, oiling up my ass... What do you have in mind?"

Nick was quick in answering his DMs but this was not surprising.

The dude was seemingly online 24/7.

"All of this sounds good. I send you the 60$ right now."

I could tell myself all the stories in the world to justify what I was doing, but the reality was, my hard leaking cock was mostly contributing to the messages I was writing and to the fact that I was entering my credit card in the damn app.

You know how some people say that you should never make a decision when you're under a strong emotion, or never go to the grocery stores when you're hungry, well, you should never use your money when you have a dripping boner.

I sent the 60$ and I surprised myself being super anxious of what was going to happen next.

My dick was not deflating though.

See, when you have spent 46 years of your life being straight, and all of your adult life only fucking with women, asking another man to do a private sex show for you would offer some spice which would certainly make you horny.

I was living for the forbidden aspect of what I was doing.

It was taboo, wrong, uncalled for.

And yet, I was doing it, and stroking myself while waiting for the call to start.

Nick was not the only one going wild that evening!

Nearly ten minutes had passed since I had sent the money, and nothing happened.

Shit. Look at me, being stood up by Nick of all people. I was starting to think that I should have anticipated that. Being unprofessional was very typical of him.

I was writing a pissed-off message about how unserious he was but the app rang before I could send it through.

I felt butterflies in my stomach like a teenage girl going on her first date.

This was so new, so unexpected, and so thrilling in a way.

I checked that my own camera was off and I answered the call.

Frankly, I was semi-anticipating the whole thing to be a joke, but looking at Nick on the other end of the visio-call, it clearly was not a joke.

The young hunk was dead-serious about this.

He was standing in front of his camera, probably held by a tripod, wearing a tank-top and a pair of small shorts, various bottles of oils and a fairly large dildo were displayed on a bedside table right next to him.

"Hey, Logan! So, you were in the mood? Wanted to have some fun with Wild Nick tonight?"

I was stunned.

"You're here, babe?"

He had called me babe; this was the fifth dimension! This could not be real.

I was too taken aback that I let him hanging there, talking to a wall.

"Logan? Hello? You're here?"

Still, my freaking cock was hard as a rock.

My fingers slightly trembling, I typed.

"Strip."

Nick smiled, reassured that I was there.

"Oh, I see, you're the direct type. Not one to beat around the bush or to have a meaningless chat."

In all fairness, that was quite a good depiction of my character.

"Exactly." I typed back.

He was talking and I was typing. Such a weird vibe.

Relationships in 2024 were definitely something else.

Nick put some music on to hype himself up, a modern RnB tune that I did not know about, - not my generation -, and he started shimmering his athletic body for me.

I told myself that I had to stop freaking out and to simply look at the show he was giving.

No big deal.

I could not believe how slutty he was acting already, one minute in, grinding on the floor of his own bedroom.

I thought that I recalled that Nick was still living with his father.

Just imagine if he had been surprised caressing his own chest and peeling his top off in front of the camera.

"You like it?" Nick asked me.

I thought that I could at the very least give him a "Yes" here, to encourage his efforts.

"Nice... You know I aim to please... You'll see, ten minutes with me and you'll get addicted."

I saw exactly what he was trying to do there. He had identified me as a paying client and he wanted to turn me into a regular.

Maybe this was the reason he was so accommodating and constantly making sure that I was having a good time.

If I referred to the firmness of my cock and the precum sliding on my shaft, I was.

There were so many feelings mixed together as he started taking his shorts off.

A sentiment of revenge as he had been a pain in the ass for so long; a sentiment of power as I was ordering him around; a sentiment of pure excitement as he was revealing an amazing bubble butt trapped into a red pair of jockstraps; and admittedly, a sentiment of adrenaline as the guy would probably be mortified if he knew who was the person watching him at that very moment.

Maybe I should have felt bad about this whole thing...

Or maybe, I was the idiot in the story.

In the end, I was the one paying!

Four minutes into the show, - it was going by so quickly -, Nick had grabbed a bottle of massage oil and he began smearing the glistening juice all over his lean and shredded chest.

I was done with wrecking my mind around this. Overthinking was not my style anyway.

I decided to write him some instructions.

"Enough with the chest, oil that sweet ass of yours, bitch."

He bit his lips sensually while reading the message.

"You naughty boy." He spoke. "You want to see my ass? My big juicy cake?"

Nick was such a tease.

I hate to admit it, but it was working. I was getting very hyped.

Slowly, he turned around and bent over.

Two smooth buns, trapped in a pair of jockstraps. I liked it better that his dick was hidden in the pouch.

I was here for his sweet ass-cheeks.

He was on all fours, in a narrow space between his bed, the bedside table, and what looked like a desk.

There, he started oiling up his own ass.

"Hum... That feels nice... I love feeling my own butt in my hands... So, fucking meaty... You should taste it, honey..."

I gulped.

I was wanking myself furiously now.

I reluctantly let go of my cock to give him another command.

"Get that ass closer to the camera." I typed.

He checked my message. He winked at the camera and he did exactly as he was told.

Nick was taking his sweet time though, and time was literally money in that case. We were nearly eight minutes in already.

Thankfully, I was really close to cum.

Wait... Was I actually enjoying the show and experiencing it as if I was a normal client?

My mind really was fucked!

Talking about something I wished to fuck, Nick's ass was now covering almost the entirety of my screen.

I breathed heavily as the little moron spread his cheeks and stretched his asshole for me.

That was objectively amazing, the oil was dripping inside his tight hole. It looked yummy as fuck. Yes, for sure, I would have eaten it all up.

He rubbed his fingers against his pink hole.

He had trimmed his hair, that truly looked like a woman's virgin anus. Generally, one of the most beautiful things in the world if you want my opinion.

The time was running out.

I forgot that he was Nick.

I forgot that he was a guy.

That was just a beautiful hole to bang. Hard.

I caressed the top of my cock and my balls as I imagined diving into that sweet ass.