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Silver Fox - Chapter 01
🕑 Added 2024-07-14 10:00:05 +0000 UTCA 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!
The story, names, and places are entirely fictional.
All characters featured in the story are above 18. This story is only meant to be read by a mature audience, and in any case, by people over the age of 18.
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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.
But it turned out that Jimmy was absolutely right! It was even easier to get with chicks with my salt and pepper hair.
Thank you to whoever raised these girls for the daddy’s issues!
One of Jimmy’s gay friends called me “Silver Fox Daddy” once, and we all had a good laugh about it.
There were not many gay people where I lived or where I worked, so until my mid-forties, I had never had the chance to actually meet one. Or at the very least, to meet an openly gay man.
I know, that may sound crazy for some people living in large cities, but that was my reality.
When Jimmy introduced me to his friend Logan, I was all excited to talk to a “homo”, just to see if he would be like I was imagining the queers in my mind.
That was silly, I am aware.
He was nothing like I had imagined.
Logan ordered the same beer, talked about the same football game, and worked the same type of boring job as we did. When he mentioned his boyfriend, Bernardo, I had almost forgotten that he was supposed to be a queer.
He was just a bro!
Yes, I had a lot of preconceived ideas back then.
Do not quit reading yet, I got to learn much more about the LGBT community in the months which followed…
For now, let’s just say that I had some opportunities to get up-close and personal with some gay dudes later on in my journey.
Logan was Jimmy wife’s cousin, and we spent an afternoon all together between men as Logan was in town for thanksgiving. He happened to also be a gym rat.
The dude was 34 and incredibly in shape. He was shredded from head to toes, but was completely hairless which was definitely a choice I would not have had made for myself.
I got a bit curious in the locker-rooms, wondering if he would check me out.
He definitely did.
I mean, I kind of exposed myself on purpose, wandering out of the showers stark naked, not even a towel around my waist, my large package on full display.
Logan got himself a good look at my low hanging balls, my fat cock, and my grey pubic hair.
At some point, I even pulled out the classic move of putting one of my feet on the bench to let everything dangle in full view at the level of his (shocked, but amazed) face.
The dude was practically drooling and he was definitely struggling to hide his hard-on.
For some reason, it turned me on a little, knowing that he would remember the sight of my massive genitals for a while.
Not that I was into him or anything, but I liked being appreciated.
Who does not?
That day, Logan was the first one to call me Silver Fox and the name sort of sticked afterwards.
Obviously, at first, it was only a joke between Jimmy and I. Then, it started to spread at work and I let it happen. It was a compliment after all.
Nick started working with us around the same period.
Let’s be real, I disliked this moron as soon as I met him.
Freshly out of high-school, barely 19, cocky and arrogant as one could be, he was already trying to befriend the boss (fucking Mike Porter) to get away with arriving late on site, or messing up with the work.
Clearly, generation Z or whatever it was called at this point, did not have the work ethic that I had when I was his age.
The guy was constantly on his phone, filming shirtless TikToks all day, fixing his blond hair, attempting to re-do ridiculous dances instead of doing the job he was paid for.
Hearing the same snippets of music repeating over and over again was getting on my last nerve.
And for Christ’s sake, the dude was fit, he had some nice meaty pecs and biceps going for him, but did he need to flaunt it on the internet 24/7?!
No surprise that today’s generation is practically brain-dead.
I tried to put some sense into his worthless mind but I was the one being scolded by Porter afterwards. Something about building a “safe working environment” or some shit.
I had called Nick a “little fucker” and this was apparently “not acceptable in 2024”.
Somehow, I was the bad guy in the story.
The idea that I had to bow down to these gen-Z idiots was driving me nuts.
Jimmy was on my side but he was smart enough to avoid any conflict with the younger bucks.
“I do my job, I get my pay, and I go home.” He was often saying.
“Same, but I’m still allowed to bitch about them, right?”
“Damn right.”
The truth was, being the oldest in the team, I was respected enough not to be messed with too much.
Besides, I knew Mike’s dad very well, he had been an old friend of my own dad and my direct boss for more than twenty years. The young Porter could not be too annoying with me.
Still, when I had to suffer through a full day with Nick on site, I seriously wanted to quit.
I needed the money though.
My father was a great man and he had worked hard all of his life, but he had a dirty vice… Gambling.
The family house had been mortgaged for a while and the medical bills we had to pay at the end of his life had put me in a severe financial hardship.
I almost lost my shitty apartment because of it.
To make a long story short, I needed to keep my job, no matter how exhausting it was, or how annoying that 19 years-old brat could be with his phone glued to his hand, and his teenage abs on display.
Then again, who would have thought that this prick would change my life?
I guess it all started during a very hot afternoon in mid-July.
Normally, on days like this, Mike’s father would have let us go home as it was too dangerous to work under the heat.
But the new boss did not have that much consideration for his employees.
“No delays on site, all payments on time”; That was his motto.
I was working on a roof and I was, once again, considering quitting. I was getting too old for this bullshit.
I was sweating so much that my tank-top was drenched. It was literally as if I had taken a shower. I painfully took it off to wring it out.
“Arrrgh.”
The sleeveless top stank like shit and so did I!
“Hey, Silver Fox!”
Good Lord, that was Nick calling me out… Just what I needed!
He was taking a break, - well, he had been sitting in the shadows of the front yard of the house for a full hour -, and I saw him pointing his phone at me.
“What do you want, idiot?”
“Damn, look at that sweat! That’s crazy! Looks like a proper waterfall.”
He giggled as water was dripping from my top.
I flipped my middle finger at him and that was it.
The entire interaction lasted for less than twenty seconds and I did not think twice about it.
Little did I know that I had just become famous!
Ten minutes later I was calling my old boss to tell him that his son was making us take too much risks, working under this heat, and I was going back home whether he liked it or not.
I was aware that they could fire me for that, but even if they did, at this point, I was over it.
My flat did not have air-conditioning so I drove to a lake nearby, leaving Nick confused and annoyed behind me.
I spent the rest of the afternoon lying on the lakeshore by myself, and the evening at home without the slightest idea of what was going on.
I was so clueless that I had not even realized that Nick had recorded me.
I got a message from Mike Porter telling me that he expected me at the worksite one hour earlier the next day to make up for the lost time, and that we would only be working in the morning.
He did not mention my departure, nor my call to his dad.
Good, I thought.
I had won that battle.
I understood that something was different only when I arrived on site with my pick-up truck the next day.
Jimmy walked up to me with a big smile on his face. He looked way too happy, that was sus.
“Here comes our celebrity!” He teased me.
I thought that he was referring to the fact that I had abandoned work the previous day and that maybe, people had gossiped about it.
“Cut the crap, I’m not in the mood.” I told him, still fist-bumping my friend to greet him.
“Why so grouchy? I mean, people get viral for so much stupid shit these days, that’s a pretty neat video. You should be happy about it.”
“What are you talking about?”
Jimmy took two steps back, perplexed.
“Wait.”
I sighed.
“What?”
“Oh my God, you really don’t know! Damn!”
He burst out laughing.
“What the fuck, man?”
I was getting seriously pissed.
“Nick didn’t even tell you? And you didn’t see it for yourself? Well, I guess you don’t go much on TikTok…”
“Fuck’s sake, you’re not going to start with that app. Not you too! The kid’s already obsessed with it.”
“Bruce, that’s not it.”
“Dude, we can no longer be friends if you get on that thing.”
Jimmy could not keep his cheeky smile off his face.
I was still not getting it.
He picked up his phone.
“Look at that!”
“I’ve told you; I’m not interested in the stupid dancing videos.”
Jimmy practically threw the phone on my face and I had to watch. That was when I finally saw the clip for the first time.
“Shit. That’s me!” I exclaimed.
“It sure is, big daddy!”
I was watching a fifteen seconds video of myself, sweaty and shirtless, wringing my sleeveless tank-top out on the roof, with Nick’s annoying voice in the background: “Damn, look at that sweat! That’s crazy! Looks like a proper waterfall”.
By the end of the clip, it just went back to the start and played again.
“What’s that bullshit? Don’t tell me this moron put me on this stupid app!”
“Bruce, wake-up! He did, but look at the views, and the comments! You blew up.”
“What does this even mean?”
The video was playing on repeat and it was hurting my brain.
“Look right there, at the number of views!” Jimmy insisted.
“450 views? That’s a lot? Doesn’t seem like it…”
“450K! Four hundred and fifty… thousand views! In less than 24 hours! That’s huge.”
That number was the real shock.
“I don’t get it. You’re trying to tell me that 450.000 people have seen this video?!”
“Yeah! You’re a freaking legend, dude!”
Jimmy laughed even harder, giving me a high five.
I chuckled.
“That’s simply ridiculous.”
“And look at the comments. That’s the best part. I’m dying over this.”
“Gimme that phone.” I grunted.
He had to show me how to access the comments section and he read them with me. Jimmy was hysterical.
“I’m so thirsty for daddy’s musky sweat!”
“Where does this man live and how can I give him all my money?”
“Sit on my face and I’ll let you ruin my life, big daddy!”
“Hunky carpenter, please quench my thirst! In desperate need of a sweat waterfall!”
“I want to be smothered under these wet armpits until I die.”
I was stunned.
Most of the comments, I did not even understand the references or the jokes. Were they serious? Were they making fun of me?
“Okay, so, those people, they… They like me?” I asked tentatively.
“No, they LOVE you! I mean, those are mostly gay men lusting over you, but still. It’s Logan who sent me the video last night, he stumbled on it on his feed.”
“He found me randomly?”
“I guess you were a good fit for his algorithm… Don’t ask me what he was doing watching this video when he sent it to me!”
Jimmy mimicked stroking his own cock.
There was no need for that, I had understood what he was implying.
I was dumb with technology, but I was not that dumb!
“That’s fucking weird.”
“Trust me, it’s not that bad. Usually, people go viral for doing something really dumb. You’ve practically become a God. Look at those people asking who you are, and where to follow you on social media and FansVips.”
“FansVips?”
“Basically, a porn platform where anybody can post dirty stuff and sell them to their subscribers. You really have never heard of that?”
“I think I have… It rings a bell. I never went on it though. Wait, does this mean I’m making money with this video?”
“You’re so not ready for this, Bruce.”
“Can you quit it with the teasing? I’m confused, okay?!”
He smirked.
“You’re not making money with this because, one, this is Nick’s account and two, people don’t pay to access it.”
“That’s just bullshit then.”
“I guess that lots of these people would be ready to pay you for more videos.” He winked at me.
“Great, I’ll just do porn then.” I replied sarcastically.
If only I knew…
Once again, Nick was late and consequently, I could not solve the problem with him right away.
Once he arrived an hour later, I was on the roof with Jimmy and I had already moved on.
This was another stroke of luck because honestly, if Nick had arrived earlier, I would have certainly (and very foolishly) asked him to remove the content from the Internet immediately.
Not that I did not like to see myself on the video, - I looked sexy as fuck, no debating this -, and most of the comments were praising my body, but there was enough odd shit happening to weird me out and wanting it to stop.
We only discussed it with Nick a couple hours later.
“So, what about that damn video?” I asked him bluntly as we were drinking some water.
“Oh? You… You saw it? Yes, my TikTok is blowing up.”
“And you didn’t think it was worth mentioning to me?”
He made a weird face, like he had been caught doing something wrong.
“I didn’t know if you’d be happy with it…”
“You, moron. All the more reason to tell me about it!”
“Yeah, sorry about that. But Bruce, that’s crazy, it doesn’t slow down. At all. It’s already the most viewed video of my entire page and I’ve been doing TikTok for more than two years.”
This, I really liked to hear.
His feed was filled with “thirst traps” (I learned the term the same day) but none had blown up as much as my video. At most, he was doing 10K views.
There was some bitterness in Nick’s voice which I also appreciated very much.
Beating him to the punch without even trying, and seeing him getting jealous was enough to make me want to keep the video online.
See, Nick was in an awkward position.
Finally, he was gaining visibility online, - something he had been craving for -, but it was by featuring someone else. That must have been a hard pill to swallow.
Funny how life turns out sometimes.
We left work at 1 PM as planned and, by then, the video had reached a whooping 700.000 views and Nick had earned thousands of new followers.
He could not believe it himself.
After he was gone, I asked Jimmy for some advice.
“Dude, what should I do about that? Seriously?”
“Just enjoy the moment, man. People think you’re hot, that’s cool. I’ve told you that people were digging the daddy’s vibe.”
“You certainly were onto something with that.”
“It’s just a shame you don’t have any social media, your DMs would be filled with opportunities.”
“My DMs?”
“Gosh, grandpa! You’re not that old! Direct messages. Sure, there are hundreds of gay dudes thirsting over you, but there has to be some women into it as well.”
My dick stirred up at the idea. Women, enjoying themselves over my video. That was a nice thought.
It had been a few days since I had last banged a hot chick.
“Shit. So, what’s the next step?”
“You should at the very least have your own account so Nick is not the only one gaining followers out of this one.”
“You’re right. I cannot let this fucker become famous over me!”
I stared at my phone for a little while until Jimmy understood the problem I was facing.
“You don’t know how to set up an account, right?”
“For fuck’s sake, I haven’t grown up with all that stuff!”
“Here, it’s pretty easy, dumbass.”
“I bet it’s not that difficult, if even Nick can do it…”
I could not help myself.
Jimmy grinned at me, he did not like Nick very much either.
“The only thing to do is to pick a username, really.” He explained.
“I shouldn’t use my real name, right?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Your call, man. But I guess maybe you could use a nickname instead?”
“Got it!” I shouted suddenly.
“What?”
It was my turn to grin at my buddy. I had just had the best idea.
I created my account and I typed: SilverFox.
“Fitting, no? What do you think?”
“That’s pretty spot on, man. You’re already good at this!”
“I suppose that can be a little fun.”
A little fun… That was quite the euphemism for what was about to come.
Comments
Devin
Great beginning! Can’t wait to see this fall into place and the spoiler “very far” is pretty damn exciting. And I am hopeful and going to assume it’s with men and not woman. This story may just prove how much I need a daddy!
Florian
It would be really funny to see Scott in this environment again.
