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 18: Three Bedrooms
It was decided, Nick and I would both be moving to Los Angeles.
We had about a week to sort things out before getting on the one-way plane.
How crazy was that?
Although, honestly, as I got ready, I realized that just like Nick, I did not have much keeping me in my hometown.
In fact, I had way more reasons to leave Kansas than to stay there.
No more judging looks, no more reminders of my old life with Karen (that bitch!), no more redneck's mentality.
Let's get the fuck out of there!
I still decided to keep my apartment.
I felt better knowing that I had a safety net waiting for me, - just in case -, even if it was a shitty one.
I would think about renting it to someone else or selling it only if my new life in California would prove to be a good fit. In the meantime, I had to be mindful.
I guess this was another perk of age, knowing the value of money and taking smart chances instead of inconsiderate risks.
Anyway, because Nick had already picked the place, I did not have much to do except from deciding whether I was taking some furniture there with me or not.
In the end, we barely took anything with us to travel and it felt even more like a fresh start.
Nick and I did announce to our followers that we would be moving to L.A. together and we got more DMs asking to collab.
That guy Rico was relentless in wanting to have Nick as the first guy he would ever fuck.
As if his virgin ass should not belong to me!
We produced less content during the pre-moving period as Nick was quite busy saying his goodbyes to some of his high-school buddies and was rarely home at night.
From mocking him for starting an x-rated business, they were now very envious of his success and I think Nick only wanted to rub it in their faces.
His success I mean, not his cock.
On my side, it was mainly about leaving Jimmy behind.
He was my only friend in town and I could tell that if me leaving the company had made him a little sad, knowing that I would be leaving for good was an even harder pill to swallow.
As for Logan, he did not say anything but it was obvious that he was not super happy about the news.
I mean, he was not living in the same town but he was a Kansas boy, just like us.
California was not an easy trip to make, and more importantly, we were now at a stage where we needed some help by a true professional.
Trust me, I did not want to stop working with Logan but his boyfriend Bernardo had made it clear that he would not let him quit his job to become a porn manager and the fact of the matter was, we needed someone to manage us full time.
We were missing on too many opportunities and if Nick and I were taking the leap to move to a big city so we could expend our activities much more, we could not half-ass do this.
For instance, I had missed the message of an old friend in my DMs only because I was too overwhelmed with requests.
Guess what? Mitchell had been writing to do another meet-in-person with his husband Louis.
"We can see you've moved on to spicier things and we were thinking that maybe you would like to try these new experiences with us..."
I felt like I owed that to them.
Dominating the two clients had opened a whole new realm of possibilities for me and honestly, I sort of wanted to see Mitchell and Louis again, now that I was feeling much more comfortable with my sexuality.
My dick got hard reading the message and since I was about to leave for good, it was now or never.
Not to even mention that Mitchell was offering a big amount of money for my services.
"Tomorrow 6PM. You guys are free?"
I replied while stroking my dick at the thought.
Dear Lord, I had changed.
Or maybe, I was finally being my real self.
It is quite astonishing to realize how your perspective on sex can change once you stop caring about the social norms or go beyond what you have always considered as "normal".
What does normal even mean?
It is not that I had never been attracted to a hot guy in a tight pair of jeans when I was younger, but more like my brain did not really register this piece of information as it was deemed irrelevant at the time.
I would never fuck a guy anyway, right? So why bother with that thought?
Now that getting on with a dude was definitely on the table, I was recognizing these thoughts as well as my excitement, and more than that, I definitely wanted to act on them.
With Nick, I definitely learned to enjoy being intimate with another man.
I guess I should point out that we never really talked about what had happened after my birthday dinner though.
What was the point?
We had fun and this did not have to mean anything. It should not have.
The idea of getting anything serious on with Nick was simply ridiculous.
Anyway, as planned, I got to Michell and Louis' home the next day.
We did not have a clear idea of what we were going to do exactly, except from taking things a step further from whatever we had done the last time I had been there.
Knocking at the door, it gave me strange reminders of the time, - not so long prior -, where I was just an employee coming in for a long day of hard work doing their tiles and whatnot.
"Well, hello, Silver Fox." Mitchell greeted with me a smirk.
He was dressed very casually, a grey shirt, a pair of black jeans.
I am not sure what I was expecting but the last time, thing had escalated very quickly and I had found him strapped on his dining table.
"How are you doing Mitchell?"
I took the lead by hugging him in a more handsy way than what would have been appropriate between friends.
Let's just say it, I firmly grabbed his ass through his pants.
"Oh... I... I'm fine... I'm glad to see you again."
I walked in, showing immediately that I had grown to be much more confident than before.
"I'm glad to be here as well. Where's your hubby? Strapped to a heater? Or already naked in the bedroom?"
Mitchell gulped.
He was loving this though, I could tell.
I did too. I loved being Silver Fox, dom daddy, all over again.
"He... He's not here yet. He's texted me, he's on the way from work."
I put my hand on his cheek.
There was no hesitation in the way I was carrying myself and coming at him.
"It's just the two of us then." I stated.
Mitchell nodded yes.
I was driving him crazy and that sole fact was making me horny.
I slightly caressed his face; I could almost feel his heart beating faster in his chest and his dick growing in his jeans.
Mine was reacting as well.
"I... I don't think Louis would mind if we were to start before him."
"You know what we say? Delay breeds danger. His loss."
"Yes. That's true."
"So, what are you waiting for? You paid for one hour. You shouldn't miss a single second, how am I still fully clothed?"
I was a whore and I was enjoying this very much.
It is hard to explain, but the more outrageous I was being, the more liberated I was feeling, and the hornier I was getting!
"Yes, sir. You're absolutely right."
Mitchell put his shaky hands on my jacket.
I was wearing a brown fancy one, - brand new, I could offer myself some gifts thanks to my new lifestyle -, and a black tank-top below it.
He took the jacket off delicately and even put it on a hanger.
I appreciated how careful he was being with my clothes.
