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Silver Fox - Chapter 02
🕑 Added 2024-07-21 10:00:02 +0000 UTCSILVER FOX
Chapter 2: Going viral 101
Becoming a viral sensation online is an experience pretty difficult to describe… or to process.
It is as if your entire life changes in the span of a few hours, and at the same time, nothing really is different.
It was not like I was being recognized in the streets, suddenly answering interviews, or making money.
I was not “famous” per say, but hundreds of thousands of people were commenting my appearance on social media.
Forums threads opened to try identifying me; the viral clip was edited many times to focus alternatively on my bulge, my bushy armpits, or my pecs; people were joking about buying my drenched-with-sweat tank top… Or were they joking?
I did not think that my body looked that good but apparently, I was a 10 out of 10 in their books.
“Dad bod at its very best!” Said one comment.
I had downloaded TikTok and created an account to check if any hot chick reacting to the video was catching my eye, but I ended-up spending an entire afternoon reading the comments of gay men lusting (or thirsting, as they would say) over me.
I learned a lot in a few hours.
Until then, I had never heard about the concept of gooning. But it appeared very clearly that many guys were gooning all over my video.
I saw a few clips of twinks (another word I discovered that day) wanking off, fingering, or dildoing themselves watching the notorious clip.
Some of these men could do things with their assholes I did not even think were possible. Did you know that a well-trained male butt hole can stretch to incredible length?!
Strangely, I was not too weirded out by it.
On the contrary, I was proud of the effect I had on these horny guys.
Without even trying, I had turned them on. They thought of me as the ultimate fantasy.
They wanted to be man-handled by my worker’s hands.
They were praising my physique, my firm muscles despite being in my late forties, my manly attitude, even down to my salt and pepper hair.
I am not going to lie, this felt good to read.
Life had beat me down so many times and it felt like karma was finally hitting right. Those strangers were feeding my ego and that was making my fat dick rise to the fullest.
Who knew that “likes” could do that to your libido?
I thought about my bitch of an ex-wife, when she would stumble on the video and realize what she was missing with her white-collar husband.
I bet the lawyer’s cock was half my size and that he could not use it properly!
I also vividly remembered the way I had freaked out when I had caught my first grey hair, thinking that my life as a quote-on-quote “attractive man” was over.
I was too old to seduce anyone… That was some bullshit I had been telling myself!
But my best personal revenge was probably to see Nick desperately trying to emulate the same viral moment on site.
To imitate me, he had let go of the silly dances to record himself working instead.
Not that he was working any more than before, it was only for show.
He could not let go of his phone (it was even worse now), and he had filmed maybe 50 shirtless clips to pick the best one to post.
In many of them, he was doing exactly as I had done: wringing the sweat out of his top, trying to act all macho and manly.
What an idiot.
Sure, he looked fit and he was a cute fella, but he did not get it. He was a jock in a world where people were eager for a beefy daddy!
His videos did well in the context of his page but none reached the level of the clip featuring me, which had reached nearly one million views at this point.
Yes, you read that right, one freaking million.
I admit, I had also become somewhat obsessed with the numbers, comparing my brand-new account SilverFox’s stats to FreshNick’s numbers.
I had been making fun of the Gen Z for so long and now, I was the one refreshing the app every thirty seconds until the moment I would pass Nick in terms of followers.
Rather pathetic, I am aware.
To be fair, it is sort of addictive to see the numbers grow, and it can get quite disappointing when you realize that it slows down.
In today’s world, one viral clip is quickly replaced by the other, and three days after I had had my big moment, the excitement was already dying down.
Nick was persisting in posting the same videos over and over again but I had done nothing to really cultivate my sudden, - and very flimsy -, fame.
“What did you think, man? That the video would remain on top of the algorithm forever?” Jimmy mocked me at work.
“Of course not. It’s just odd to gain so many new subscribers one day and then, barely none the next one.”
“Why people should follow your TikTok? You don’t post shit.”
“Damn, I simply wished I had passed Nick’s numbers of followers before it was over! I was so close. It’d have shut his sassy mouth for good.”
“Yes, but he keeps growing because he keeps posting.”
I hated myself for doing this but at the same time, it was way too frustrating to stop there.
What else did I have to do anyway? I was living by myself and I did not have any hobby aside from fucking pussies and working-out.
When I came back home, I took a shower and looking at myself in the mirror, I thought it would not hurt to post a quick video, if only to thank the people who had supported me and to confirm this was my actual account.
A bunch of fake pages had been created, pretending they were me. Can you believe that? Noone could ever replace Silver Fox!
Anyway, I wrapped a towel around my waist but I only filmed my upper body.
My chest was wet because of the shower so I thought it would be a fitting follow-up to the sweaty rooftop’s video.
“Hey guys, just wanted to confirm that this is my real page. Thank you everyone for the love and kind comments. I appreciate it!”
The message was a bit cringy, especially as the large majority of the comments I was getting were not kind but overly sexual, but eh, I was genuinely grateful for the ego boost that they had brought me.
Besides, the clip did work!
I received a lot of engagements right away and people seemed to dig it, well, to dig me.
“Wet Silver Fox is back at it again, guys!”
“Were you naked filming this video? Please say yes!”
“Hottest Daddy on the Internet!”
“I don’t give him two days before opening a FansVips.”
Here they were again, with the FansVips’ page. Half of the private messages I was getting was to get a link to my x-rated private platform.
I had none.
I would not even know where to start with this shit.
Even though I was having fun toying with my sudden celebrity and getting Nick all riled up, I was not taking it that seriously or considering whatever was happening to me as a getaway to a potential “career”.
Why would that even mean?
I loved to bang chicks and I was packing a massive dick between my legs, but come on, I was not a pornstar!
For the most part, I was still very much focused on my construction work and on the gym.
I guess that the recent events had played a role in making me hit the gym even harder.
It felt nice to be desired and I wanted to keep this trend going.
I kept on posting videos regularly, trying to keep it real, and eventually, a week after the first video, I did pass Nick’s number of followers.
The dude was gutted and trust me, I rubbed it in his face when it happened.
“Looks like I’m the next social media star, FreshNick!” I teased him.
“Come on, you’re only buzzing because of me.”
“You’re right. I should thank you for that. You’ve helped me so much!”
Knowing that he had played a large part in the followership I was gaining was driving Nick mad. He was containing himself not to snap back and Jimmy was laughing his ass off on the side.
Those were fun times!
That being said, the frenzy had definitely slowed down and managing my account became something close to a routine.
I noticed a few regulars among my followers, liking and commenting every single post.
Logan, Jimmy’s wife’s cousin, was one of them.
It made sense since he was the only gay man I knew in real life.
We started DMing and texting each other, I thought it was a good way to have an honest opinion regarding what I was posting out there.
Let’s be real, I was definitely targeting a gay audience and it became clear that even the few women who were trying to turn me on were catfishes wanting to trick me for free nudes.
I have to thank Logan for this also; He was the one warning me that this could happen and that I should triple-check every girl’s profile by asking live video-calls before doing anything.
Logan was quite knowledgeable in social media and especially in how to get the gays’ attention.
On the plus side, he was way less smug about it than Nick!
Logan actually had to visit his cousin (Jimmy’s wife) the following week-end and he suggested we could see each other in one of his messages.
I invited him at my place.
Jimmy was supposed to come too but he had a last-minute impediment with his daughter getting sick.
“Sorry about that, Bruce. You’re sure it won’t be weird for Logan to come without me?” He asked me over the phone.
I do not think that Jimmy knew that Logan and I were talking that much.
“Nah, I like the guy. We’ll have a drink! That’s fine.”
And indeed, we had a drink.
We chatted for a couple of minutes about our jobs, - Logan was also working outside, mostly in landscaping and gardening works, and we were both complaining about the current heatwave -, but the conversation quickly moved to my hit video and how I was running my social media.
“I started with a bang but things are slowing down…” I admitted.
My most recent video had been my least viewed to date.
“Don’t beat yourself up. You’re still getting a decent number of views per video, especially for a week-old page.”
“You think?”
“Yeah, it’s just that people have seen your chest already, they love it, but you should find another angle if you want to go viral again. Mix things up!”
I had tasted the feeling of “going viral”, but I did not have the time to appreciate what had been happening that it was already over.
Call me a damn narcissist or simply a dumbass, but yes, I wanted to be able to fully embrace it.
“What do you mean, mixing things up?”
“There are thousands of guys showing off on social media and they all struggle to get noticed. You’ve been noticed, that’s a damn miracle, you should take advantage of this to broaden your horizons.”
“I cannot dance or do any stupid shit like that! I’m a grown ass man!”
Logan smiled.
“No doubt about that. And this is exactly why people love you. I’m just saying, being shirtless is okay, but it’s not really provocative or sexy as the initial video recorded by Nick was.”
“That was provocative?”
“Yeah! You were outside, in public, all oiled-up, your top was drenched with warm sweat… It was screaming sex!”
“Oh…”
By the look on Logan’s face, it was pretty clear that he had found the footage very sexual himself.
“You should do something really hot again, just try to make it different.”
“Dude, I don’t know…”
“Look, I’ve been thinking… Remember when we were at the gym together?”
I did remember but if he was referring to the moment where I pretty much put myself on display for him in the locker-rooms, there was no way I was going to do that online!
I mean, this would not fly under the TikTok’s guidelines anyway… Right?
“I do. What about it?”
“You were wearing those short shorts. Correct?”
“Yeah, it was legs’ day. What was I supposed to wear?”
“Those were looking very good on you, I bet you could make some waves online if you film yourself working-out in those.”
“Really?”
“Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”
His eyes stopped at my crotch for a split second before he pulled himself together and looked back up at my face.
I thought about it.
That did not seem too sexual for me, I was wearing those shorts all the time. No big deal. But again, maybe I was not realizing the effect it could have on people.
Gay guys had odd taste, I supposed.
I looked at my stats and realized that freaking Nick was about to overtake me again!
The boy was relentless, he had been posting content all day long.
That was enough to convince me to move forward.
“Let’s try this, then! You don’t mind filming me?”
Logan seemed surprised by the offer.
I only then considered that he might actually very much enjoy it.
“Happy to help.” He replied, faking to be casual.
“I’ll put the shorts on and I’ll do my pull ups in the door way. Sounds good?”
“Yes, that’s fine.”
It was the first time that I was thinking one of those videos ahead and faking the authenticity.
I felt a bit silly.
I mean, working-out was something that I was doing at home every single day. I could as well be recorded while doing it? Nothing weird about that.
I went to my bedroom while Logan stayed in the living-room and I grabbed my smallest pair of gym shorts.
They were of a light grey colour and I had been wearing those for ages. They were made of a loose fabric but with my thighs and bum having gotten bigger, the shorts were now a bit too tight.
I was wearing underwear but I pulled them off since I was usually wearing the shorts commando, they had this sort of a fishnet pouch inside of them to hold the goods.
Buck naked, I realized that since I was about to shoot a video, I should maybe put my boxer briefs back on as my bulge was outrageously showing in the shorts.
Okay, I was clearly dumb, because this was only right then, with the pair of underwear in my hands and the nylon shorts in the other, that I realized that this was the whole point!
I yelled through the walls.
“You filthy, sneaky, freaky, man!”
“What?”
Thinking about it, I did not actually care that Logan could see me naked, he had already gotten a very close look before anyway.
I walked into the living-room, my big fat dick bouncing between my legs.
I was stark naked from the waist down, only wearing my tank-top.
“You want to see my bulge, do you?” I challenged him.
Logan’s eyes widened.
He seemed to be freaking out all of the sudden.
“No… I… This is not what you think… Bruce, this is simply to…” He blurted out.
I burst out laughing.
“That’s okay! I’m just messing with you, pal. But you could have told me so already. No need to beat around the bush, the literal bush.” I ran my fingers through my pubic hair. “Is bulge even acceptable on that app?”
He was stunned.
“There are some restrictions… I… Well… People find ways around it… As long as it is not too… Too obscene.” He blurted out.
This time around, he could no longer stop glancing at my fat cock.
I did not blame him; I had provoked the man on purpose.
I just thought that it was funny to barge in like that, - dick and balls out -, and since Logan was about to help me out, maybe he deserved some special treat, a cheeky eye candy.
It was not like I was shy or modest anyway!
I could not care less, if anything, I was happy that he would fantasize over me.
“No underwear then?” I asked him.
“It’s your call… Depends if you’re usually wear some with these shorts.”
I grinned.
“You’re a clever man, Logan. You’re very much aware that I don’t.”
I slipped in the shorts in front of him, - commando -, and at this point, he was no longer making any effort not to stare.
After the move I had pulled on him in the locker rooms a few weeks earlier, that was only fair not to pretend like I did not want him to watch.
“That does look good.” He commented when I had the shorts on.
“Nice. Should you record me now? I’m in the mood for some exercises.”
“Take the top off.”
I was a bit startled as this sounded almost like a command.
Logan corrected himself immediately.
“You should take the top off, this would help a lot making the video go viral.”
“I bet.” I replied.
I peeled off the top and I was only in my shorts.
“Definitely a vibe.” Logan spoke.
I had not planned for this to happen when inviting him over, especially as I thought that Jimmy would be there as well, but I did have the idea of using Logan to understand how to improve my content so, in the end, doing this was not too surprising.
“Take my phone and hit record, let’s go!”
I jumped and made my cock bounce in my shorts before grabbing the handles of the bar I had installed in my doorway.
Poor Logan was like mesmerized by the sight!
And by the sight, I mean, by me. My muscular dad body, my chest hair, my big thighs, the piece of veiny meat dangling in my shorts…
I needed him to focus though, the camera should not be shaking.
“I’m pressing play.” He warned me, as I began my series of pull ups.
Once I was in my working-out mood, it was easy to ignore the gay dude filming me in my living-room and to focus solely on my routine.
I guess that this was the attitude which was needed for the clip to look sincere and authentic.
I was not doing jumping jacks so it was not like my bulge was moving inside my shorts too much, still, I bet that it was quite visible.
“Not too obscene?” I asked, re-using Logan’s words, when I was done with my set.
“No… I… I think it’s perfect.”
“Great. I should complete my other sets while I’m at it, want to join me and make this an actual work-out session?”
Logan was very much into fitness himself, just like his wife’s cousin.
“Maybe I should just keep filming so you have more content to choose from?”
I winked at him.
“Sure. Why not?”
We were using the pretence of getting some content out there but it was getting obvious that Logan only wanted to see more of the Silver Fox’ show.
We were both aware of it and I think, both fine with that.
As I kept exercising, I tried to vary the positions and Logan seemed to get increasingly happy with the footage… His satisfaction showed in his tight pants if you know what I mean.
He filmed me from behind and even allowed himself a comment about my “juicy” ass.
The sweat dripping on my body was also getting pretty out of control but I (correctly) assumed that the targeted audience would love that.
“Wait, hold the bar, right up there.” Logan intervened.
I extended my arm and held on to the thing but when I moved to do another pull up, he stopped me.
“No, don’t move… Just… Stay there, like that, with your arm in the air.”
“What the hell are you doing, filming my armpits?!”
“Yes.”
I burst out laughing.
“Come on, that’s enough.” I ended-up saying.
He stopped recording and he looked at the phone.
“That last video though, that’s the one you should post.”
“Sorry mate, but there’s no way I can redo this bit with the armpits, and being serious while making that pose. It’s just too funny to me.”
“No, I didn’t mean to reshoot it! I think you should use the video the way it has just been recorded. With you, making fun of me for filming your armpits.”
“Really?”
“Yes, look at it. You’re hot as fuck right now. And people want the genuine authentic reaction.”
He showed me the video.
I had not realized how much of myself I was showing off.
My shorts had slid down below my waist and you could almost see some glimpse of my pubic hair, - maybe I should have trimmed that bush, I thought -, my entire chest was wet with sweat, my hair and my trimmed beard were glistening, and indeed, I had my arm flexed in the air, displaying my biceps and armpits.
Deviating the attention from my arms, my cock was the other star of that clip.
Pressed against the wet fabric of my nylon shorts, my genitals were quite visible to the point where anyone could have told that I was uncut with that much foreskin showing through, and that I was what we call, a “shower”.
Do not mind it, I was also a grower!
The video was seven-seconds long.
“Damn. I do look hot.” That was my first reaction.
The clip started with a full-body shot, - from my head to my bare feet -, the camera was then moving towards me, focusing more and more on my armpits, I was grunting: “What the hell are you doing, filming my armpits?!”; the voice behind the camera was replying “Yes.”; I was laughing, and the video cut as one could hear me say: “Come on, that’s enough.”
Logan chuckled.
“See, I’ve told you. Steamy as fuck! Genuine content but with some spice.”
“So, I just post it like that, unedited?”
“Yeap. Use a caption like, when my buddy harasses me during my gym workout.”
I grinned.
“Dude, if this goes viral, I’ll fucking make you my manager cause this is non-sense to me.”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m no professional so I’m not sure. I’m just telling you about what I personally like to watch and what I see on my feed every day.”
“You’d like to watch me, then? Eh?”
“And you like to show off so I guess we make a great team. Right?” He snapped back at me.
“That’s fair.”
I checked my account; I had gained only a couple of followers in the last hour. I also checked on Nick’s page; we were almost tie in number of followers.
“I should go, Bruce. Jimmy and Doreen are probably waiting for me.” Logan told, picking up his bag.
“You’re sure you don’t wanna grab one last beer before leaving?”
I felt bad.
I had used Logan for my silly content instead of actually spending some friendly time.
Maybe I was really becoming like those Gen Z pricks: selfish, self-absorbed, only caring about my social media apps and the likes… Oh God, I hoped not.
“I’m sure, but thanks for the offer. Have a good one, mate. And you’ll tell me how the video goes!”
“I bet you’ll have it in your algorithm as soon as it’ll be live!”
“That’s probably true.”
I hugged him, he did not seem to mind the sweaty bare chest, and he left.
I posted the video right away. There were supposed to be more adequate times to share content online, a strategy depending on the time zone of your audience, but I could not be bothered with all that crap.
At the end of the day, this could not be that serious.
I posted the video before hopping in the shower, looking at my body one last time and thinking that I had never been that much in shape.
At the very least, I had that going for me.
I consciously decided to stop picking up my phone during the evening as I could tell that I was getting too obsessed with these damn numbers.
I was not able to stay away from it for too long though, because it rang a couple hours later.
“I guess you owe me a job!” Logan was practically yelling over the phone.
He sounded quite excited.
“What are you talking about?”
I had, of course, completely forgotten my stupid remark about hiring him as my social media manager.
“Dude. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen the numbers! You were looking at your phone all afternoon.”
“I know. I was becoming a bit too attached to this thing so I took a break.”
“Well, that was a bad timing my friend!”
I checked on the app all the while talking to Logan.
“GOOD. FUCKING. LORD.” I shouted.
“Right?!”
“One million views, in two hours. What the actual fuck, man?! That cannot be real!”
“It is! We’ve found the magical formula to make you go viral!”
“Man, you’re a genius, I doubled my number of followers, I’ll be at 100K so fucking soon. And the stats of the video, it’s so much more than the first clip.”
I was floored.
The numbers kept growing so fast.
I had been impressed with the turn-out of the rooftop video but this was already exceeding it.
“Yeap… To tell the truth, I didn’t know I was this good at it, myself.”
“I cannot believe it; the comments don’t stop coming.”
I was looking at my own bulge and armpits on repeat.
“I know, dude, you really should make money out of this now. Going viral once can be random, but this, this is not random, this is becoming a serious deal.”
“That’s insane!” That was Jimmy’s voice on the phone. “You’re a super star, Bruce!”
They were on speakers.
“Guys, you think?”
“Silver Fox, if you play your cards right, you’re gonna be freaking rich!” Logan exclaimed.
“And I want to be the first one invited in your mansion!” Jimmy added, cracking jokes as usual.
“That’s a damn promise. You’re both my guests!”
We all laughed about it and they hung up the phone. It was dinner time.
I put my phone down.
It was time to seriously consider this.
Comments
syrus80
Seems like some steamy adventures ahead for the Silver Fox and Logan.
memo2dt
if Joe & Connor had a kid it would be Bruce
