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Silver Fox - Chapter 04
🕑 Added 2024-08-04 10:00:03 +0000 UTC
SILVER FOX
Chapter 4: The Sex Factor
The heatwave was still going strong and work was not getting any easier.
I believe that part of my frustration was coming from the fact that I was now realizing how much money I could make sending silly sexy videos online, compared to what I was making exhausting myself as a construction worker.
Nick was more unsufferable than ever now that I had become somewhat famous and our obnoxious boss, Mike Porter, was seemingly also getting jealous.
He had learned about my (sexy) activities online and for some unknown reason, he was bitter about my unexpected fame.
Those guys had been growing up with social media and they had been dreaming of becoming an “influencer”, - whatever that word meant -, since they were teenagers.
Unfortunately for the young bucks, it was the 46 years-old Silver Fox who had taken the spotlights away from them.
On Monday morning, I was dreading spending yet another full week with Nick on a new worksite.
We had been commissioned to renovate a porch and redo the floor tiles of an entrance corridor of a suburban house.
For once, Nick was already there when I arrived.
He did not look as smug as usual.
“What happened to you? You fell off from your bed this morning?”
“Very funny, Bruce… Mike’s dad called me yesterday. He scolded me like I was a freaking kid. Some bullshit that is. Do you have something to do with that?”
“The old Porter? No. I haven’t talked with him since the day I left work early because of the heatwave.”
Nick shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, looks like, he wants to oversee what Mike is doing with the company now… He’s not really back but he’s no longer goner either.”
I did not say anything but that was good news for me.
The company was running much better, and my days were much less annoying, when Mike’s dad was the one in charge.
Also, our current boss deserved a good humble pie served from his father.
I was glad.
The week was definitely starting on a brighter note since, as it turned out, the house we were working on was owned by a young gay couple, - they were rare where I lived in the middle of Kansas -, and they happened to know about me already.
Mitchell, a 28 years-old HR manager, was rather hysterical when he realized that I was the one appointed to do his house renovation.
“Jesus Christ! Only yesterday, I was joking with Louis that it would be so much fun to have someone looking like you doing our construction work… But it is actually you! Silver Fox! Unbelievable!”
“Well, I go by Bruce during office hours.” I greeted him with a faint smile.
“You’re really working in construction then, in our city?!”
I had met a couple of quote-on-quote “fans” of my videos in real life but those interactions remained very exceptional.
I was probably as surprised as he was, and Nick right beside me, looked gutted. I could have signed an autograph just to piss him off.
Definitely not a great day for my young coworker!
I put my hand on Mitchell’s shoulder, being overly friendly.
“Of course, what did you think, that I was an actor or something? I’m just filming my daily life.”
“Sincerely, yes! I did think you were a performer. I mean, I had no idea construction workers could look that nice in real life.”
He took a good look at both Nick and I.
“For the record, I was the one shooting that first video which went viral.” Nick added.
The little brat could not help himself.
“Amazing job with that one!” Mitchell replied enthusiastically, shaking Nick’s hand. “And great post, yesterday!” He told directly at me.
I could have blushed.
The day before, I had posted one of my most daring videos yet.
In three weeks of playing the social media and thirst traps’ game, I had never showed that much skin.
Right before going to bed, I had recorded myself wearing the tiniest and tightest white boxer briefs, - a gift from one of my foot fetishists -, as I was doing the dishes.
My cock was bouncing in the practically see-through underwear while I was washing cutlery.
For now, the video had survived the community’s guidelines but Logan had warned me that it might be taken down for being too salacious.
Another reason to open a FansVips account.
“Thanks, man. I’m just having fun with it; I’m not taking this too seriously.”
“People like the authenticity!”
Mitchell was eating me up with his gaze.
I let him.
“I’ll try to keep it real then.”
“You do you, Silver Fox! And I follow you as well.” Mitchell specified to Nick who was fading into the background.
That woke him up instantly.
“Really? Thanks! I appreciate the support and all my fans.”
Being acknowledged and appreciated seemed to put Nick in a much better mood.
He awkwardly moved his arm behind his head to be in a position where he was casually flexing his pumped biceps.
What an idiot, I thought.
Now, this was all fun and games, but we did have some actual work to get to.
“Should we get started with the task at hand?” I suggested.
“Of course, sorry… Come on in, guys. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable bringing up the videos. I was just very surprised, that’s all.”
“Don’t sweat it. We both appreciate our followers, but let’s get down to the actual work.”
I frankly smiled at Mitchell and after that unexpected introduction, we did get to visit the corridor we were supposed to work on.
I should mention that a large painting of a bare ass (a male one) in black and white was dominating much of the décor.
I suppose this was setting up the tone…
Maybe it was my imagination, but I felt like Mitchell was hanging around much more than our usual clients who normally preferred to do their own things once we were in their homes.
He kept on checking on us to propose a cold drink, or to ask if we did not need anything.
For many tasks, we had to be bending over the floor and I bet that Mitchell was very much enjoying the view.
I could not blame him.
Even I, could recognize that Nick’s peachy bubble ass looked smooth in that suggestive position.
Overall, the day went rather uneventfully and, in the end, it had been one of my best work-shift in months.
Mitchell’s husband, Louis, came back from his office job at 5:30 pm and he did not seem too happy that two hunky guys, including Silver Fox in person, had spent the entire day with his man.
He greeted us politely but he did glance at Nick and I suspiciously.
There was more to come though…
I was curious when I went back home and scrolling through my messages, I had the confirmation of what I was suspecting.
Mitchell not only was following me but he had already sent a few messages my way on Instagram.
In fact, he had tried to contact me four different times in the course of the past couple of weeks.
“FansVips link?”
“Hey Silver Fox, great content!”
“I love your last video, big daddy! I’d love to smell those pits myself!”
“Any way to buy sexier content from you at a reasonable price? Do you do meet-ups in real life?”
I did not remember reading any of those DMs, - I was getting too many of them -, but I guess I did not reply because of the “reasonable price” comment.
For now, I was only taking care of the potential clients who appeared to be ready to pay me quickly, and to pay me well.
In this regard, submissive and foot freaks were my best buyers.
There were some guys who were getting turned on solely by sending money my way. Logan told me it was called findom, short for financial domination.
Can you believe that?
Some people want you to bully them until they are completely broke. They are not even asking for specific videos; they just want you to ruin them!
I was a bit uncomfortable with that specific concept but I was happy with selling foot fetish content at a high price.
One of the top adult stars in the country, Carlos Sanchez had had his start by doing the exact same thing and he was now a multi-millionaire.
I was not sure that I wanted to follow his path though.
Carlos had recently been named Adult Male Performer of the Year after taking two huge cocks in his wrecked asshole simultaneously! Ouch!
Yes, I was following his page now. Just to see how the potential competition was doing. Nothing gay about that.
Anyway, I almost replied to Mitchell’s unanswered messages before deciding against it.
That would be unprofessional and I knew better than mixing my actual work with whatever I was doing online.
Besides, Klaus was back, asking for a brand-new video so I had another client to satisfy that evening.
This time around, my favourite German sub wanted me to send him clips of some intense flexing in front of my mirror, as well as more feet and saliva footage.
In total, I had reached 1000$ with selling content like this one. I was not rich but it was pretty good in just a few days.
Although, to be fair, Klaus was responsible for more than half of this total amount. The generous buyers who were not asking for actual porn and nudity remained rare.
I went back to the worksite the next morning and only then, I understood that it would be difficult to quote-on-quote “stay professional”.
I sensed a shift in the air as soon as I had set foot in the house.
Mitchell welcomed us in just a loosely closed silk bathrobe, - you could practically see his junks -, and Nick, - who was surprisingly already there and working when I arrived -, was wearing the most ludicrous work outfit.
He had a shameless sleeveless singlet on, the kind which let you display your pecs and even your nipples, and some tiny nylon shorts.
Really not ideal when you’re supposed to be kneeling on concrete and tiles all day long…
I was wearing my usual work pants and a grey tank top. See, I had not gotten the memo that we were there to offer a private strip-show to our client!
The whole day was a joke but admittedly, I was also having a lot of fun with it.
Nick was doing the most to be the centre of attention and to please his first “real-life” fan, and seeing him trying this hard was simultaneously annoying and hilarious.
“Wanna help me record some videos I’ll today?” He asked Mitchell.
Nick was posting a minimum of one video per day, but it could go up to five… or ten… or twenty.
The guy was relentless in becoming a social media star, and it had gotten much worse since I had gone viral.
I was not a great influencer myself as I was posting at most a single post every couple of days, but I was still getting much more followers and feedback than he was, which was driving Nick even crazier.
Here he was, arching his back like a perfect bottom to “fix tiles” as he was being filmed from behind by Mitchell, visibly hard under his silk robe.
“Really, man, this is how you work now?” I told him, rolling my eyes.
“Work still gets done!”
“I guess that’s fair… You’re still doing more than usual!”
Normally, he would spend half of his day “on break”.
Our bickering seemed to amuse Mitchell very much.
It was pretty clear that he was finding Nick as ridiculous as I was, but the gay man was happy to indulge him.
However, once Nick went to take a break outside, it became obvious that I was his real target.
Mitchell was an HR consultant for a big cosmetic company, mostly working from home since the health crisis of 2020, and he kept on telling me how great of a model I would be for advertising campaigns.
“Older men are getting into cosmetic too, you’d be perfect to target this new audience.”
“Really? I hardly think so.”
“Why? Many mature men would identify themselves to you. And those salt and pepper hair, that’s just a guaranteed hit!”
“I’m still very much surprised by the traction I’m getting. When I see how much Nick works hard to get there, I feel like a fraud sometimes.” I admitted.
“Nick looks good but making your mark or becoming an online sensation is not really about that.”
“What is it about then?”
“The X Factor. Or rather in your case, the Sex Factor!”
He had offered me a glass of water that I nearly spat out on his face.
“The Sex Factor?”
“I apologize if I’m being too upfront, but you must be aware of it, right? The manhood and sexuality exuding from you?”
“Frankly, no… I had never thought of me that way before.”
“Even just right now, as we speak, as you’re standing before me in your casual work outfit.”
He scanned me from head to toes.
“I’m not doing anything!”
“And that’s exactly it. It’s the non-even trying part which makes all the difference.”
“So, you find me hot, right now?” I asked, getting cheeky (and somewhat horny).
Sue me, he was clearly opening the door to some more filthy conversations!
There was no doubt that he was into me though; Mitchell was staring directly at my crotch and his hard-on had become unconcealable.
“Very hot, sir.” He gulped.
I must really have been some sort of an exhibitionist inside because feeling this man’s gaze on me was turning me on as well.
I could feel my cock getting hard under my jeans.
I was about to make a move, - but which move exactly? -, when Nick walked back into the house, now shirtless.
He had just posted a couple of videos recorded in the morning.
If only he knew that he was merely an appetizer when I was both the main course and the dessert for Mitchell!
That day, we left before Louis came back home, - which was probably a smart move given the sexual tension in the house -, and Mitchell had sent me another direct message on social media.
The fool had deleted the previous ones, unaware that I had already checked them the day before.
“Hi, Silver Fox. On this app, I should call you that way… Right? I just want to say that it’s been very nice to have you around my home and I’d be very happy to show my satisfaction for your hard work with a tip.”
I bit my lips.
Things were definitely slipping from being professional.
I had not done anything wrong though. If anything, it was Nick who had acted as a complete slut on the work place.
For the time being, I left the message unanswered.
Just to be clear, I was perfectly fine with Mitchell flirting with me.
Being praised, potentially receiving money for my body, and beating Nick’s to the punch were all things I were very much into, but I did not want to cross some sort of a line as I was working.
No need to get fired over this.
That being said, I now had a clear plan B if I were to lose my job… A plan B which I was more and more seriously considering as my plan A.
With two more videos sent that night to two foreign buyers (one Swedish guy and one Canadian), I had made another $85.
I also posted a picture in my work clothes on my feed which received thousands of likes.
None came from Mitchell or from his partner Louis despite the fact that they were both following me.
By this point, it looked like they would rather remain discreet about lusting over the old Silver Fox.
Whatever.
Talking of the two of them, they were both present for our third day on site which led Nick and I to be much more focused on the work, and not talking so often with Mitchell.
He happened to have a lot of work meetings that day so he was locked in his bedroom, while Louis was occupying the home office.
Things only took a turn on the fourth day.
The renovations were advancing more or less according to plan and by noon, I asked Nick to take care of the work on the porch while I was finishing things up inside.
My colleague was certainly not the employee of the month but he knew better than not listening to me when I was giving him a direct task to perform.
Mostly, it was his cocky attitude which was getting to my nerves, but he was not so bad at it when he was actually working.
Anyway, it meant that I spent most of the afternoon alone in the corridor… on all fours.
We had not seen much of Mitchell during the morning but he appeared behind me around 2 PM. And when I say behind me, I mean that quite literally.
Out of nowhere, I felt his shadow towering over me.
“Nice…” He commented.
I was pretty sure he was not talking about the tiles but I pretended otherwise.
I stood up and looked down at the nearly finished floor-tiles plan.
“Looking nice indeed.”
“Applies to both the worker and the work.”
This time around, Mitchell was clearly twisting his head to stare at my bum.
I had been complimented many times about my body, my bulge, my feet, or my pits, but not so much about my ass that I was rarely showing on video.
Once again, it was something I did not think could really be attractive to anyone.
My ass was rather fat to say the truth, quite hairy, and I had clearly lost some of its firmness with age. No matter how many times I was squatting at the gym.
I mean, who still got a tight bubble butt like Nick when nearing 50?
I was not too startled by the comment though.
As you know, I enjoyed the ego boost very much and I was sort of expecting something like this coming from Mitchell.
Besides, he was not done.
He pulled a one-hundred dollars bill from his back pocket and shoved it into my jeans. Not in my pockets though, just as if I was a stripper, he shoved the bill between the waistband of my pants and my bare skin.
This, I admit, surprised me a little.
Especially the flimsy, – but very real -, contact between his fingers and my groin. It sent sparks in my body.
Natural reaction when a man is touched in that area.
“What is this about?” I grunted.
“Sorry… Was I going too far?”
I chuckled.
“I mean, I’ll keep the 100 bucks, thanks.”
Mitchell smiled at me, reassured.
“I just thought you deserved some tips for such an incredible work, especially when it is being done with such a view. Do you… Do you mind if I keep watching?”
If I minded?
Freaking Hell, if only he knew that I was feeding myself off on this crap!
It is hard to explain and certainly might sound odd to some, but what can I say? I loved being watched and appreciated. And seeing how much money this guy was really to give for some eye candy, that was just hot.
“Please do… This is your own home and I’m not shy in front of an audience.”
Mitchell was definitely pleased with that answer.
Nick was outside, and Louis was not home. We had the house for ourselves.
I got back on all fours to fix some joints and Mitchell took a few steps back to take all the eye candy in.
I was a naughty man. Probably much naughtier than my client thought I was. I purposely lowered my jeans and arched down so he would get a better view of the “Builder’s cleavage”.
I felt the slight breeze in my ass crack and I knew that I had reached my goal.
The hairy top of my crack was visible and Mitchell was certainly going crazy over this.
As far as I could tell, he never fetched his dick out of his pants to jerk off. I sort of wished that he had.
For 100, he deserved at least to enjoy himself!
Nick made a few back and forth in the house and I am not sure if he noticed anything weird or not.
By now, he had figured that Mitchell was much more interested in me than he was in him. He had given up the fight for attention, returning to work in more normal clothes.
That being said, I believe that Nick behaved well mostly because he had to go early.
He asked me to leave at 4 pm, when we were supposed to leave the job at 5:30.
“Please, don’t tell the Porters about this, I really need to go…”
I did not even ask him why. He would have lied to me anyway. It was probably about a pussy he wanted to snatch somewhere in town.
Frankly, I was just glad to get rid of him.
I did not need the little brat to witness whatever was going on between our client and I.
“Go… You’ve done a good work today; I won’t say a word.”
“Thanks Bruce, you’re real bro!”
I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, okay… Whatever. Just leave, idiot.”
By this point, Mitchell had returned to the home office to get some work done for his company but I was itching for a bit of fun.
I hesitated for a few minutes before letting go of my trowel and walking down to his office.
I put my ear against the door to check if he was talking on the phone or in a video call. It did not seem like it, so I knocked.
At worse, I could find an excuse of needing his opinion on something regarding the renovations.
When he opened the door, I realized right away that Mitchell was not working. His face was red, his hands were sweaty, his shirt were poorly tucked inside his pants.
That man was for sure stroking his meat when I interrupted him!
Perfect… He was exactly as I wanted him to be. Horny and ready to cum.
“Yes? Do… Do you need anything, Bruce?” He blurted out.
I smiled to my ears.
I felt naughtier than ever.
“I think you’re the one who needs something from me, Mitch.”
“What… What do you mean?”
I walked into the office and took my grey dirty tank-top off, exposing my hairy chest. He had praised my Sex Factor earlier, I wanted to give Mitchell a taste of my Wow Factor.
“Don’t play stupid now, gimme some money and you’ll get to take a big sniff out of this.”
Mitchell’s eyes widened in surprise.
Until that very point, I had not replied to any of his messages and I had done very little to show that I was willing to whore myself out to him.
I was very willing though; I had just been waiting for the proper moment.
“Damn… Bruce…”
I grabbed his chin.
“I’m not Bruce, right now. I’m Silver Fox!”
I was discovering stuff about myself as well, who would have thought I could have been so bold?!
Mitchell was stunned but he was clearly loving every second of this.
“How much do you want, Silver Fox?”
“I’ll tell you what, man. I’ll let you take a large sniff of my pits. And then, you’ll decide what you think you should tip me for my day of hard-work. My level of sweat should reflect my commitment to my tasks. Right?”
He gulped and nodded yes.
I lifted my hand behind my head to give him an easy access to the Amazonian Forest which was my right armpit.
Tentatively at first, but then, way more straight to the point, he got his nose buried inside my bushy pit.
“Ahhhh…” He mumbled, while sniffing me like a dog.
He was rubbing his bulge through his pants at the same time.
I had never been that intimate with another man before. Things were definitely getting sexual… and raunchy.
“You like it?”
He let go of his bulge to put his hands all over my bare chest and caress me.
“Oh my God… So… So fucking amazing…”
He kept on smelling my scent, but he also stuck his tongue out to lick me off.
“Hmmm… Damn…”
That was another first.
When he bit my left nipple, I felt like things were getting slightly out of control.
I felt my dick throb in my pants, and admittedly, it did frighten me than a man servicing me could do that to my libido. Probably old prejudice coming back to me.
I should not have cared.
“That’s enough.” I stated calmy as he was going down and licking my stomach.
He moved away but I regretted immediately making him stop.
He was this close to be licking my cock.
I grabbed his hair and pulled the eager man back towards my chest.
Bad idea… At the exact same time, there was some noise in the house, - someone moving around -, and a guy yelled.
“Honey?”
Louis was home!
Shit.
Mitchell froze and he looked like he was about to faint, caught in the act, his tongue still lingering around my nipple.
“Damn!” He whispered.
I pushed him away, hurried to put my tank top back on and I practically ran out of the office, only to find Louis already in the main living space.
“Oh, you’re here. I… I was looking for Mitchell.” I pretended.
I was a mediocre actor.
Louis looked at me, perplexed.
“Looking for my husband? He’s probably working in the office.”
Could he tell that I was coming exactly from there?
I bet he could.
I mean, I had not thought this through. Both Mitchell and I had been caught by surprise and I freaked out.
“He is. I meant to go talk to him but I didn’t dare to knock… He seemed to be working, I didn’t want to bother him. I stayed behind the door but I wanted to let him know that my day was over, so…”
“If you day is over, what are you doing here?” Louis asked me, quite sternly.
I was crumbling down at every question.
“Exactly… I was just about to tell Mitchell I was leaving… I… See you tomorrow, we’re almost finished here.”
I practically ran away.
“Almost finished, right.” Louis commented behind me.
I got into my pick-up truck thinking that it had been a close call, hoping that it was not that bad, before I realized that my tank top was on backwards.
“SHIT!” I shouted as I hit my wheel in frustration.
I had not been able to dress myself back properly!
Obviously, Louis knew.
Comments
syrus80
I wonder how long it will be before he starts his FansVIP and quits the job. And how long before Nick copies him and engages in some man on man behavior.
Devin
HOT HOT HOT! Looks like Bruce is getting a little more comfortable with men adoring him. In fact, he is quite enjoying it. Sounds like Bruce didn’t even mind that Mitchell was going for the package, when Bruce admitted he wished he hadn’t stopped him. Good thing he did. Getting a blow job while his partner arrived home would have been a disaster! But we can certainly tell where the story is headed and I think we all need to hang on. Looks like our Thomas is a very bad boy! Can’t wait for the next chapter.
