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Silver Fox - Chapter 14
🕑 Added 2024-11-11 13:56:12 +0000 UTCSILVER FOX
Chapter 14: Roommates
I understand that this might come as a shock but somehow, Nick and I became roommates, living together in my tiny poorly-isolated apartment.
I could decently not let the guy sleep on the streets or in some kind of a drug-dealers sheds when I was (at the very least, partly) responsible for him getting fired and kicked out from his home.
The dude was a prick but I was not a monster.
Besides, we were sort of working together now and let’s just say that I liked Nick better when he was naked and parading his smooth peachy ass around… Which he was doing a lot in the apartment!
“Are you sure about this, Bruce?”
We were discussing the living arrangement after Logan had left my place to go back to his town and to his (frustrated) boyfriend.
“As long as you sleep in the couch and I can keep my bed, I’m sure. To say the truth, I wish I could welcome you in more than a shitty one-bedroom apartment…”
“Trust me, it’d be better than living with my asshole of a father. I should have left this place long ago!”
This made me cringe.
I did not like having played a part in Nick’s issues at work, but the fact that those revelations had led to a huge fight with his father, - although, it was a long time coming -, was the worst part.
“Let’s shoot some more collabs while you’re here, and see how much money we can really make, at the very least, until you find a more permanent solution. "
“I will search for a place for myself. As I’ve told you, I have some money saved and I’m ready to go all in on this online stuff.”
“I’m nearly 47, I don’t have kids, I don’t take much risks sharing X-rated content on the Internet, but you… Nick, you should really think it through, assess the situation and think about the consequences.”
“We’re in 2024, who doesn’t have his cock exposed online? Really. Besides, I’ve already gone through the consequences, I was fired and virtually homeless. What worse could happen? Now, all I have to do is own it.”
Again, I felt bad.
“Well, you can stay here for as long as you need.”
He nodded yes.
“I guess that’d help if I was crashing here for a little while. And Logan is right, I think doing content together is the way to go now if we want to grow.”
And so, we did.
We made content together, and quite a lot of it!
So much so that it felt more like we were living in a creative studio, not to say a porn set, rather than an apartment.
The cameras seemed to be on all the time, contrary to our clothes which seemed to be off 24/7.
I think getting fired was scary for the both of us and we felt like we had to deliver a ton of content to ensure our revenue.
Logan was sort of directing us remotely and we were doing our best at home.
We were not always on the video together but usually, when one was quote-on-quote “performing”, the other was recording him.
Between the content for mainstream social media, the videos for our subscribers on FansVips, the pay-per-views, and the customized stuff, there was a lot to do.
In the span of a few days, it became totally normal to film Nick rubbing one out and even get on my knees, so close to his cock, to get the best angle of his (prominent) ejaculation.
The dude even splashed me once or twice.
Honestly, that made me laugh and I simply brushed it off.
Besides, he could not help it, Nick seemed to consistently be busting huge explosive loads.
Ah…. Being young, horny, and full of cum!
Nick was of course returning the favour, recording me any time we could come up with another idea for a video, or even, very genuinely, when something happened which seemed worthy to be shared on our spicy pages.
One day, I woke up and walked to the kitchen for my breakfast, and Nick jumped from the couch, turned on the camera on his phone only to catch my strong morning wood, leaking through my light grey briefs.
I have to give it to him, this clip was a hit, proving once again that we could never go wrong when we were posting genuine stuff.
Since neither of us had a reason to leave the apartment to go to an actual work, we were virtually together 24/7.
The thing which was even more surprising was that Nick and I were getting along fine.
He was still a prick, that was for sure, but he was not so annoying anymore, now that we were both involved in our shared project.
I found him dedicated, full of ideas, and most of all, willing to expose himself in ways which were definitely making me happy (and horny).
Yes, aside from the money aspect of our activities, I genuinely enjoyed the time we were having.
I would have never admitted that to him obviously, and to be honest, I even had trouble admitting it to myself at the time.
Jimmy came to my place about four days after Nick had moved in and he was properly stunned to see how things were going and how shameless we were being about the videos we were making.
It was quite a full 180 turn compared to where we were only a week prior.
My best buddy made a face when Nick and I shared a private joke about one of our subscribers constantly spamming us for “belly button pics”.
The anecdote was weird, but the fact that Nick and I were joyfully laughing about it was even weirder for Jimmy.
I get it, it was very unlike us.
I sensed a tiny bit of jealousy coming from my old friend.
This was also the day where the dildo video was finally coming out on Nick and I’s respective pages.
“If you want to see that, it’s going to cost you some money, man! We only offer it for pay per view for now.” I told Jimmy.
He pretended to puke at the idea of watching me inserting sex toys in our former colleague’s virgin butthole.
I bet he was at least curious about it!
Who would not be?
Nick was not so comfortable talking about the video with Jimmy but he relaxed later in the evening.
Our pizza dinner was cause for celebration since our collab video was a huge success.
We expected it to perform well but it exceeded all expectations. Even Logan could hardly believe the numbers, he kept on sending us more stats, insisting on how well the video was received by the buyers.
We made several thousand dollars in just one day, both breaking our personal records in revenues.
Nick’s page especially got a lot of traction as many people found out about him through me.
The dude was excited like a kid on Christmas morning as he kept refreshing his page to see the new subscribers coming in dozens.
In the frenzy of the moment, we even shared a live video on our social media telling our “fans” we were now living together and that they could expect much more videos in the following weeks.
We were solely wearing loose boxer briefs in the short clip that we posted and once again, the Internet went crazy over us.
Sure, we had to endure some bitter critics:
“Here again, desperate guys ready to do anything for a few dollars.”
“2024 society is simply disgusting… Shame on you.”
“The guy is like 30 years older than him, what the fuck? These people make me sick.”
First of all, I was only 27 years older than Nick, and second of all, we could not care less.
The money was definitely coming (trust me, it was not just “a few dollars” we were talking about) and the thousands of comments praising us or asking for more were overshadowing the haters.
One thing had not changed one bit: I loved knowing that so many people were lusting over me.
In the following days, a few established stars in the business started following us, showing that we were really starting to get our names out there.
We were the ones being asked for collaborations, not the other way around.
The DMs became unmanageable once again and the leaks of the dildo video were out of control.
The clip where I was shoving the massive dildo up Nick’s hole and he was cumming like a geyser in response was all over social media already.
Like, it had gone truly viral and was collected millions of views.
In the end, the leak helped getting our pages even more followers, but once again, I found myself overwhelmed with the attention we were getting.
I could not sort out what were important opportunities coming from medias or other X-rated stars, serious requests for custom videos, and just spams, bots, or people begging for some content for free.
See, we were willing to do a special “belly button” video for the freak asking for it but the guy did not seem to be willing to pay for it.
There was a lot of time wasted and the whole thing became quite tiring.
We organized a call with Logan to talk it through about a week after Nick had moved in.
Remember though, Logan had an actual work aside from this crazy, - unlike us, he had not been fired -, and him too was getting pressed on all sides.
Dealing with the leaks alone was almost a full-time job.
Logan barely slept anymore and his boyfriend Bernardo seemed on the verge of breaking up with him.
So much so, that at one point during the call, I made a decision.
“Okay, we all need to chill and take a step back.” I told Logan during the face call.
Nick was sitting on my side, and not so happy with my idea of stepping back.
“What are you talking about? We have a momentum, it’s now or never to capitalize on this. On the contrary, we need to go even further!”
The way he had said it, it almost sounded like he simply could not wait to get fucked in the ass.
Maybe he was…
Dang. I needed to focus.
“I agree with Nick.” Logan intervened. “Maybe I’m just not professional enough to help you deal with that, you could find a more competent team…There are many agencies offering their help now that you’re getting big.”
“Bullshit! Nick, I’ve gone viral before and I’m the living proof it’s not just a momentum, we can make it last if we’re smart about it. No need to rush. And Logan, there’s no way I’m doing this without you, you’re fully part of this project.”
He smiled over the phone.
I was many things but I would never be an ungrateful bastard. My parents had taught me better than that.
“Then what?” Nick mumbled, a little annoyed.
“Then, we all take a relaxing pill and we stop trying to respond to everyone or delivering so much content a day. Fuck, this is becoming way too stressful. We’re making hundreds of dollars as we freaking speak, can we just enjoy it for one second?”
That was a complete shift in our usual dynamic.
Me, wanting to chill, and Nick, wanting to work even harder… Who could have ever thought?
Honestly, the solicitations were simply getting a bit too much for me. I used to love the attention and I wanted to continue loving it.
In the end, this needed to remain a pleasant experience. That was my main point.
Nick looked a bit disappointed but I was offering him a home and he knew too well that he would be way less successful without me, so he eventually agreed on taking it slower.
Not that we were taking a day off or anything, my plan was more to stop freaking out about what we should post or prioritize, and instead, just read some of the DMs and see if there was anything we felt cool about doing.
Also, I told Logan, or rather demanded, that he takes some time off.
He had done so much for me, - including forcing Nick and I to make amends -, he deserved a break and to focus on his real life.
I mean, the “issue” was that we had too much opportunities coming our way, this was not something to worry about but rather something to enjoy!
Talk about rich horny men’s problems.
Anyway, as discussed, Nick and I started going through some DMs together without pressuring ourselves.
That will not come as a surprise but at this point, we had hundreds of requests for a fucking video but anytime we would scroll through those particular messages, Nick and I would ignore them.
It is interesting to notice that we would never vocally say this was out of the question or ridiculous.
We would simply say nothing and move on.
Later that night, I did catch up with my favourite German buyer, Klaus.
I had been neglecting him for the past week and he had been patiently waiting to hear back from me.
He had also sent me a very interesting message only a couple hours prior.
“500$ for a joint feet video with the blond guy you’ve been collabing with. Up for this?”
See, he had not specified anything in particular but a naughty idea instantly made my dick twitch in my pants.
“Would you like for him to suck my dirty massive feet?”
I thought it would be so fun to have Nick acting this submissive and since he was so eager to shoot more videos, I bet he would have accepted anything.
Or almost anything.
The good thing with Klaus was that the man was seemingly online 24/7.
He wrote me back immediately.
“I was thinking about having you both spitting and showing your feet and armpits, like Alpha Dogs. But God yes, I’m all for your idea of submitting him to your soles!”
“I’ll tell you what. I think we can do both tonight if you send me 800$ now.”
That was a big amount of money to be sent all at once, even for Klaus.
Nobody else had ever paid that much for a single video. And there was not even mention of jerking-off or cumming. Just us and our stinky feet.
I was also taking a little risk here, proposing the deal while I had not yet run it by Nick.
Too late, I had received the 800$ and the deal was on.
Thankfully, as I expected, it did not take much convincing for Nick to go along.
“Should I get naked? What does this German guy want exactly?”
“We don’t even have to show our cocks.”
Was it my imagination or Nick looked slightly disappointing?
Fuck. I think I was really going insane, reading into things I should not have.
“Really? Those kinky feet-obsessed guys are just freaks!”
It was a compliment in his mouth.
“Basically, we rub our feet together, maybe smash them towards the camera, we talk dirty, we play with our saliva, we show our pits.”
“Yeah, I have a feet guy too. I know the drill. He usually wants me to call him faggot and all other types of dirty shit.”
“Yes, well, you have the general idea then. I don’t think we should talk too much about it before hand, right? It’s better to keep it more natural as usual.”
“Of course. And what about the second video?”
“It’s the same thing but one of us has to act as the submissive and massage, lick, and suck the other one’s feet.”
Nick gulped.
I had chosen my wording meticulously.
“One of us?”
“Well, he did specify he wanted you to do it. Being the sub, I mean.”
I disregarded the fact that I may have suggested his name and this scenario in the first place. But who cared about this sort of details anyway?
Nick was already looking at his white socks, not purposely but conveniently turned dark grey as he had walked around the apartment all day.
Yes, we were two men living there, and neither of us was very into cleaning that much.
Things could get a bit messy, in more ways than one.
“Should we get to it?” He asked, setting the camera.
“Sure, let’s go!”
Shooting the first video was a little odd.
I was now used to act all dominant and to do the nastiest shit to make Klaus happy, - playing with my nipples, drooling on my chest, scenting my own stink from my armpits, saying disgusting stuff as I was massaging my own soles -, but doing all of that in front of Nick felt different.
Not bad, but different.
Also, it was quite strange to see him acting so dominant on my side.
I had gotten used to the little puppy I could order around, I was not accustomed to Wild Nick degrading a submissive and talking about forcing his “filthy toes down your fucking throat, you little faggot!”
Good Lord, the kid was nasty as fuck.
Because we were shooting together, we could experiment a little more than in the solo contents.
It was more entertaining this way, for the viewer(s), but also, for us.
I spat a large chunk of saliva on Nick’s soles and he did the same on mines and then we rubbed them together up-close to the camera.
“That’s the kind of dirty shit, you like, eh?” I told Klaus who would watch this video a bit later.
“Better send us a big tip when you’re done cumming all over this mess!” Nick added.
One thing where he was way better than me was certainly to always remind our subscribers they needed to pay more.
Barely 20, and Nick was a more cunning business man than I would ever be.
The real fun began when we started shooting the second video though.
At this point, our feet were already dripping with our respective saliva and I had gotten much sweatier.
I stank for real. No need to play-pretend there.
Also, the shooting had gotten me in the mood. We were both wearing briefs and I was clearly hard underneath mine.
Nick was not.
At another time in my life, this could have made me feel self-conscious, - would he think that I was enjoying this too much? That I was gay? -, but at this point, I could not give a single fuck.
It was exactly what I meant when I talked about taking a step back and enjoying filming the content.
“Okay, for the next part, let’s set the camera on the tripod so we’re not bothered by it.” I directed.
“Yeah… That’s the part where I miss Logan. He would have caught the best angles.”
“And you like having a live-audience, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Never mind, Nick. Let’s press play and let’s get this going.”
He bit his lips slightly.
I wondered what he was thinking about.
We never talked much about what it meant for us to shoot this kind of content. It was always about work, like no emotions or no genuine excitement was involved.
Was he only thinking about the money there?
Was I the only one startled by what we were doing?
I seriously doubted that.
I mean, he was practically drooling as he crawled towards m big, nasty, manly, and hairy feet.
Correction, he was definitely drooling as he used his own spit to make them even sloppier.
This was so gross… And yet, so freaking exciting.
I had to refrain from jerking off when he slurped all over my big toe and then locked his puffy pink lips around it.
“Good boy… Or rather, good dog…” I told.
Nick looked above as he proceeded to sucking my toes, there was some lust in his eyes. He could not fake that. Right?
“Like this? You like that?”
“Yeah… You slurp on those toes… Hmmm… My soles are so dirty… Lick them clean…”
It felt all tingly.
I let him suck me off for a while until I rubbed both my feet against his face. There, I could no longer see him, drown underneath my soles.
I could feel his tongue running up and down though. He kissed them too. The dude was making love to my damn feet.
I was hard as a rock, and once again, a stain of precum went through the light fabric of my briefs.
I let my cockhead poke through. Although the camera was mostly filming my feet, my legs and crotch were visible and I rightly assumed that Klaus would enjoy the sneak peek.
Nick took a long and audible sniff.
“Hmmm… You smell so good…”
“I smell like testosterone. I smell like a real man, boy. Everything you wish to be.”
“Oh yes… Fuck yeah, you do!”
He went back to swallowing my left foot in his mouth, unless this time, he attempted to put the whole thing inside.
I was sporting an 11.5 size-wise; he had a lot of meat to chew on.
My dick throbbed as I found myself imagining what it would be like if he had another piece of large meat in his throat.
I had one twitching and leaking in anticipation… Right there, really to be serviced.
There had been requests for a blowjob obviously, and maybe, it was time that I brought them to Nick’s attention.
Some horse play, a couple of dildo sessions, and the feet kinks were all fun, but come on, could we get to the main course already?
As I got lost in my own thoughts, Nick chocked himself with my foot and almost gagged.
“You’re okay?”
“Yeah…” He caught his breath. “We’re done though, I think we have enough footage?”
I nodded yes.
Nick’s gaze had stopped at the level of my aching stiffed dick, still mostly trapped in my underwear.
“What are you looking at?”
He seemed slightly flustered, as if he had been caught doing something wrong, staring at my junks.
“Nothing.”
“Ain’t you glad I’ve enjoyed the moment? Getting hard is only natural you know.”
I decided that I could open a door and own up to my own excitement, see how he would react.
“I know… And I think we should use that hard-on.” He spoke.
“You think?”
“Yes, we have the camera ready. You should stroke it good and you’ll have another ejaculation content to share later in the week.”
I bit my tongue.
I wanted to tell him that he should stroke it himself, no, that he should suck it deep, but maybe it was still too soon.
I did not want to push him.
In fact, I wanted that request to come from him.
“Nah. I’ll keep my juice for tonight. Maybe I’ll do a private show for someone or maybe I’ll just sleep on my hard-on. Heck, I might even rub one out and not film it!”
The idea of doing anything remotely sexual without recording it almost seemed strange now.
That being said, Nick did not seem able to look away from my bulge.
What a waste it would be not to empty those balls… I was creating frustration and anticipation.
“I… I guess you do you…” He spoke.
There, at that exact moment, I could tell he was refraining himself as well.
“I should head to my room then?”
Come on, Nick. Come on!
Tell me you want me to stay here, to gag on something else than my feet. And take that silly underwear off, show me your ass!
“Yeap…” He stood up and wiped his chin, it was drenched with saliva. “Good night, Bruce.”
I stood up as well and did the weirdest thing.
I kissed his forehead.
“Good night, Nick.”
Comments
Alessandro
I actually love the sexual tension and anticipation between Bruce and Nick...cannot wait to see how this goes! :D
Winn
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