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Silver Fox - Chapter 11
🕑 Added 2024-10-13 10:00:05 +0000 UTCSILVER FOX
Chapter 11: Strictly Professional
As the week-end progressed and as Logan and I were solely focused on the FansVips’ business, I slowly came to the realization that it would be my life from now on.
Shooting x-rated content, editing the videos, picking the best pictures, responding to comments and messages, checking what the social media was saying about me, avoiding the leaks, discussing customs and identifying time wasters…
You know how people always have a sarcastic smile when they hear an influencer on Instagram saying that “it is so much work”, I was definitely seeing their point now.
The great thing was that I would no longer have to handle two jobs at the same time.
Still. Had I just made the biggest mistake of my life?
If this were to be a failure, what the fuck would I do? Who would hire a 46 years-old man who had done the same boring job for 28 years and who got fired from it for basically doing porn?
I would rather not think about that for too long.
In any case, at that moment, the issue was quite the opposite. In a way, my page was doing too well for me to handle.
After shooting two videos and taking dozens of naked pictures, Logan and I spent our Saturday evening going through the numerous unanswered messages.
I had missed so many requests.
We used a tool on the app to classify the hundreds of subscribers in various categories: “payers”, “BIG payers”, “top fans”, “time wasters”, “plainly rude”, “scary creeps”.
I did not like that but Logan was the brain of the operation and I trusted his methods. Ultimately, he was right, those categories would help so much to manage things after a while.
Honestly, his business-oriented mind was most-needed.
“I’m very glad that this is fun for you. I mean, the day when you’ll stop having fun, it will all be over, that’s for sure. But Bruce, your life is depending on how well you can maintain yourself on these platforms on the long-run and we cannot leave anything to chance.”
“I know, am I not following every piece of advice you’re giving me?”
Logan smiled at me.
“You are. And aren’t you seeing the results?” He pointed at the five grands showing on my stats.
I smiled back.
“I definitely am.”
The Silver Fox’ FansVips had been launched a couple weeks prior and we passed the 300 subscribers that very week-end.
“Okay, so what do we have here? That guy wants you to fuck him. Although, he’s waiting for you in London, UK.”
“And how much is he offering?” I asked jokingly.
“Ten thousand.”
“Really?”
Maybe I was not actually joking. That kind of money had a way to make my cock chub.
“I cannot say if he’s for real but he’s for sure insistent. He’s already talking about the plane tickets and all that jazz.”
“Damn… 10 K…”
“Bruce, seriously? You’d do it?”
Logan was genuinely surprised.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Everyone has a price, right? It’d be six months of work in the construction company. I think I could dip my cock in a stranger’s ass for less.”
Logan did not make any comment.
I could not say if he was judging me or not.
I did not think so, considering all the freaky stuff he had already seen me do, and how much he was enjoying my filthy side himself.
Logan helped me a lot with editing the customized content and therefore he had a first-row seat to my evolution towards porn… and weird kinks. He had seen all the strange feet videos I had done for Klaus.
Sometimes I wondered if it was not the eye-candy perk, - more than any money he could make working with me -, which was making Logan so dedicated in helping me.
In any event, he was never short of ideas and was not afraid to have an “hands-on” approach either.
That night was a great example of that.
“There’s this other guy who’d like to see you being jerked-off by a guy in a POV where he could imagine he’s the one doing it.”
“I’m listening…”
“He wants to see some balls massaging and a long-ass hand-job. He insists that the person stroking your cock should be another dude… That doesn’t seem too complicated or too bad and he’s offering 100 bucks.” Logan explained casually.
“For the hand-job?”
“Yeah… Have you ever done that?”
“Only with girls doing me, or by myself of course.” I grinned. “The clients of the construction site who paid me for dominating them got close but they did not stroke my dick.”
“Oh, okay. Well, if this is too much, we can find something else to do. Maybe another foot video or something with a specific outfit? Like, playing the part of a doctor or something?”
“You’d be the one doing it, right? Jerking me off?”
Logan gulped.
“I… I don’t know, I didn’t really think about it. I was just reading the request.”
As if…
“Well, we don’t really have anyone else here. Do we?”
Logan had a little smirk.
He knew that he was not fooling me. He had not chosen this particular custom by mistake, there were a dozen more requests he could have picked from.
“It would be strictly professional.” He said, barely containing his laughter.
I continued with the charade while I started massaging my crotch.
I was just wearing a pair of loose underwear.
“Let’s be professional then. Get the camera ready and let’s do this. I think I’m ready to bust another load.”
“Damn, you’re an unstoppable sperm machine!”
“I’m just a regular joe, doing his thing, enjoying to beat my monkey.”
My cock was stirring up in my boxer shorts.
I was genuinely excited to feel Logan’s hands all over my junks.
“If we follow the script from this dude, I should have the camera very close to my arm and your cock. Also, maybe we should check with the client if he’s still up for it? His message was sent three days ago.” Logan suggested.
“Who cares? That’ll be useful content anyway. Come on, let’s get to it, pal.”
I almost pulled down the waistbands of my blue boxer shorts but Logan held my wrist.
“Wait! I should be the one uncovering it.” He had sounded too eager; he got his act together. “I think the client will like that.” He added.
My heart was beating fast in my chest.
For some reason, there was a sense of taboo in the air, as if we were about to do something outrageously wrong.
I think a big part of it was coming from the fact that we both knew it was the first step towards a slippery slope.
The hand-job in itself was not such a big deal, but who knew where this would take us? Probably much further than a jerk-off session between friends.
“Right. You should take off your top too.” I heard me say.
“Why?”
“In the fantasy, it would make sense that the guy stroking me were to be naked.” I caught a glimmer of panic in Logan’s eyes. “Of course, you won’t be appearing on the video so you don’t have to be nude, but your arm should be sleeveless.”
“I guess that’s true.”
He nodded yes and peeled his tee-shirt off exposing his athletic chest.
The Summer was coming to an end but who was wearing long sleeves anyway?
I am not too sure where I was getting at with that. I was starting to see Logan in a different light.
Although, it was not his muscular clean-shaven chest I was most interested about… His puffy lips and his ass that I had gotten to enjoy at the gym were way more my jam!
I thought about Nick again, his perfect bubble butt. I had really ruined my shot with the young hunk. Fuck.
Logan could not measure up to that, but maybe, seeing him buck naked would get me even more in the mood.
I was toying with the idea of asking my director to go full nude while he was fixing up the lasrt details on the camera settings.
I eventually decided against it.
Jimmy would be mad at me if he knew what we were up to already. Besides, I was sufficiently horny as it was.
I mean, I was literally leaking through the fabric of my underwear!
Having your cock leaking precum like a faucet is both a blessing and a curse. Some people love it but at times, it can be quite embarrassing.
Although, for my new occupation, I suppose this was definitely a plus.
“Ready?” Logan asked me tentatively.
There was something different from the session I had done at Mitchell’s place. Back then, I was in character and Mitch and his husband were very submissive. I was paid with hard cash and I mostly went with the flow.
In my own apartment, on the couch I was spending many hours chilling, with a guy who had become a good buddy of mine, there was a much more intimate feel to whatever we were doing.
“Born ready.” I replied, making my cock obscenely throb in my boxer shorts.
Logan caught the inviting twitch on camera.
My audience would love that!
“You should talk dirty to me… I mean, that’s the guy’s request… He wants you to talk down on him, call him a faggot and whatnot, making him feel like you own him…”
I puffed.
Funny how Logan had disregarded to share this slight detail from the message until he was in position, on his knees between my hairy legs, the camera on a tripod right next to his hand, facing my pulsating cock.
“Sure, let’s go, cunt!” I replied playfully, getting into the role.
His face got a little red.
Logan might have been a gym rat, large biceps and large frame, he was a big bottom nonetheless.
He was a cool friend but I could sense his gaze upon me ever since the first time we had hit the locker-rooms together.
To be fair, and I had told this story already, I was the one making sure he would stare right at my junks that day! I suppose I had been an exhib from the very beginning.
Still, Logan had it hot for me and I could sense his excitement as he was getting closer to the steamy object of his desire.
As I said, there had to be perks to all his hard work managing me.
Logan finally set the camera to free his hands, - he would need them -, and slightly trembling, he grabbed the waistbands of my underwear.
The slight contact of his fingers against my lower chest sent shivers in my spine.
Once again, the feeling of playing with the limits was making this so much hotter for some reason.
“Slide it down, faggot, you know what you want!” I told him.
Logan swallowed his saliva.
It was a shame that the video had to be shot from the point of view of the guy servicing me, because my own view was not so bad either.
The muscle boy turned into an obedient little bitch… Fucking sexy!
He did as he was told, and very slowly, Logan pulled down the underwear.
A thick stain of precum was now visible where my cockhead was ending, right at the top of the fabric, below the waistbands.
Of course, the tip was the first part which was revealed to Logan and to the buyer of the video.
“Wow…” My partner mumbled.
I could not say if he was playing a part or not.
He looked sincerely impressed. As he slid down the underwear further, my hard cock popped out in all its glory. 8.7 inches of throbbing meat.
“How do you like it, bitch? Eh?”
I made it throb. I was in full control of my firm erection.
Logan did not say anything but he did not need to talk to convey his excitement.
“Take it all off… Free my balls…” I demanded, putting my hands behind my head, offering an unencumbered view to my bushy armpits.
They all liked it.
I lifted my legs up in the air, offering a quick shot at my hairy asshole to my future viewer, and Logan pulled the boxer shorts from my feet until I was stark naked.
“Hmmm… I always feel better in my birthday suit… Such a freeing sensation…” I commented, winking at the camera.
I had to force myself not to stroke my bone myself.
I wanted to make me feel good but that evening, it was somebody’s else job.
“What are you waiting for, fag? I know you’ve been craving this slab of meat for months!”
Was I talking to the client or to Logan?
Who cared?
It was Logan who finally got to feel up my rod. He went at it with a slight hesitation at first, but then, he grabbed my cock, right below the tip, unravelling the dripping cockhead fully.
He imperceptibly moaned.
Looking at his impressed and startled face, I was certain that I was packing a bigger cock than his boyfriend Bernardo.
“Come on, don’t be afraid, jerk daddy’s fat dick… Make me feel good, boy… That’s your only job tonight…”
On cue, Logan stroked me more intensely. He was now going from the tip to the base of my nearly nine inches dick, and then going back to the tip, caressing my wet head softly.
“Hmmm…”
He was rather good at this.
I was definitely not the first cock he was handling.
It was a first for me though, that I was letting another dude stroke my dick and I must say, so far, it was better than when I was doing it myself!
It is hard to tell if Logan was particularly skilled or if the sole fact that I felt a manly hand surrounding my shaft was enough to get me going.
I was already leaking precum on his fingers.
“Use your two hands, bitch, you can tell that there’s a lot of ground to cover!” I was scolding him but I was also sporting a cheeky smile.
It was all in good fun.
Logan obliged immediately and I shut my eyes. I enjoyed the pressure of the palm of both his hands, the slight caress, and the more ample back and forth.
I even moved my pelvis upwards to fuck his closed hands forming a warm tunnel.
“Add some spit on your hands, baby…”
This was a genuine request, not part of any scenario.
Calling him “baby” was another bold move, I surprised myself.
I kept my eyes shut but I heard the mouth noises and then, I felt the wet hands coming back on my dick.
Much better this way.
“That’s right… You know how to take care of Silver Fox… You were born for this, cock-worshipper…”
Definitely, that was so much better than my solo works. I could get used to that.
I opened back my eyes and added my own saliva to the slippery mix.
Kneeling between my thighs, Logan was visibly very hard in his shorts. That did not weird me out.
Quite the opposite actually, I was glad that he was having a nice time as well.
Whenever you can, why not mix work with pleasure?
I could not help but notice that the more Logan was servicing my cock, the more his face was getting close to the action.
He was literally drooling over me.
The spit I had asked him to use had given him the perfect reason so get his mouth very close to my bone.
I bet you anything that if the camera was not rolling and if he did not mean he would be in the frame, he would have made a move to suck me right there!
Would have I let him?
Honestly, I was not sure.
You do not erase decades of heteronormativity that easily, and I think I still had many preconceived ideas holding me back.
That being said, my walls were definitely crumbling down, one by one.
For now, Logan seemed to be mindful of his face not appearing, - or at least not fully -, in the camera frame which was recording me, up-close and personal.
Honestly, the angle looked great, my massive hard cock was towering right in front of the lens in a way where my face could also be seen on the background.
Logan’s hands were all wet at this point. He was edging me good.
The client had requested a long video, I did my best to hold off my cum.
“Aaaah… Play with my balls now…”
My requests were turning into begging.
I was definitely losing track of the part I was supposed to play. I guess this was not so “strictly professional” anymore.
I smirked…
Logan was handling my balls in one hand and he kept stroking me with the other. He had this great way of rubbing the tip of my dick and then going back to the base, alternating ample slow movements, with short rapid ones.
From my balls, I could sense that his fingers were lingering closer to my perineum and asshole.
I did not mind. I was very much turned on in fact.
I could feel Logan’s heavy breathing on my cock.
By this point, I would definitely have let him suck me hard… A nice sloppy deepthroat… A rough skull-fucking… I had completely forgotten about the camera, the video we were supposed to shoot, and the FansVips.
I was just having an amazing time.
“I think I’m gonna nut Lo… Fag… Faggot…”
Shit; mind your words, Silver Fox!
Do not blow your director’s cover, I thought.
Thankfully, Logan did not seem to mind, or even to notice my slip-up.
He was way too focused on his task, wanking me off like his life was depending on it.
“Good boy… Good filthy cock-obsessed boy… Hmmm… How does it feel to have a real man, a mature man’s cock… Hmmm… In your hands…?”
“Amazing, daddy…” Logan muttered.
He had dared talking despite the footage. I wondered if he would edit this part out later.
One thing was for sure: his cock was about to explode in his shorts.
To be fair, I was very close too.
Where should I cum already? Was it mentioned in the request? What did we say beforehand?
Dang, I could not remember if we had agreed on something or not.
“I’m gonna nut, boy… Shit… I’m gonna spray my cream everywhere…”
Logan did not let go of my dick.
He was staring at my junks as if he was under hypnosis. I guess that I looked that damn good!
“It’s coming… I’m coming…” I groaned.
I had already jizzed partly on his face a few hours prior… I assumed there was no harm in doing it again while being a bit more intentional about it.
I did not have much of a choice anyway, Logan was purposely aiming my big throbbing cock right towards his face.
The cheeky horny fucker!
“Oh God…”
He wanted me to give him a facial… and that only made me hornier!
“Ready, faggot?!”
Logan nodded yes frenetically.
He squeezed my cock a little bit harder, just as if I was a cow he was milking, and indeed, the milk came out.
Thick and creamy ropes of sperm flew out from my cock straight towards the camera to land on Logan’s amazed face… and opened mouth!
The orgasm was much more intense than earlier, and this time around, Logan had made sure not to miss it.
One, two, three… Up to ten volleys of cum were sprayed all over Logan’s cheeks, forehead…. And inside his wide-opened mouth!
I was not expecting that. He was swallowing my fresh jizz!
Even his eyes were hit, but for the love of God, the man did not seem willing to shut them, probably fearing to miss anything from the firework.
Once I had emptied myself fully, he grabbed the camera and filmed the cum dripping on my deflating fat cock.
He ended the footage with a close-up of some sperm stuck in my pubic hair.
I was fully drained.
The little slut was licking his lips.
Apparently, the loads he had received straight in his throat were not enough to quench his thirst.
“God damn it!” He exclaimed once he had stopped the recording.
I burst out laughing.
“What did you think, pal? Hot? The purchaser will like that?”
“Damn… That was… I mean… Wow… So freaking hot!”
His beautiful lips were coated with my jizz.
“Glad you had a good time, Logan. You’re gonna eat all of that?”
He hesitated.
Obviously, he wanted to.
“I…”
“Come on, go ahead. You can even slurp that bit from my pubes. It’s on the house!” I encouraged him.
He lapped his tongue all around his lips first, but then, he did lick off the edges of my genitals and my lower stomach to retrieve the remaining bits of cum.
“Hmmm…”
He was now blatantly rubbing his cock over his shorts.
“You missed some. Right there, below my balls.” I guided him.
Logan was so freaking eager.
He lapped my balls.
“Fuck… Your taste… It’s so…”
“Good? I hope so! I have a healthy diet!” I joked.
He picked up some cum from his cheek and sucked his fingers off. Logan was insatiable.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this…” He spoke in a small voice.
“Rich to say that while you’re still literally drinking my juice, man!”
“I guess I’m full of contradictions.”
He did not stop sucking his own fingers off.
I looked down at his cock, battling to get out of his shorts.
“I’ll tell you what. I need another shower. I’ll let you finish yourself up here, and then you can come and film me while I’m drying off?”
He nodded yes.
He had one of his hands in his shorts already.
“Great idea.”
I stood up and left him with a striking view of my hairy ass while he was fetching his cock out and wanking furiously.
Okay, maybe we were not acting professional but at the very least, we had fun!
I hopped in the shower and surely enough, about five minutes later, Logan came back with the camera. He was in his underwear.
I was reassured that he did not look weird or ashamed. I was also glad he had been able to pleasure himself also.
We were cool.
I had emptied my balls three times in the span of a few hours and therefore, the following pictures were mostly shots of my back and of my flaccid member.
They looked good anyway.
At the very least, that was Logan’s opinion.
He was the one taking care of slightly editing and sending the hand-job video to the client. I think he stayed up late, – he was sleeping at my place.
I let him have the bed and I slept on the couch.
I fell asleep on a cushion stained with my sperm. I only noticed the next morning.
The other thing I noticed was Logan waking me up, visibly anxious.
“Bruce, someone’s coming…”
He was shaking my shoulders.
“Eh?”
“I… I’m sorry maybe I shouldn’t have but I invited someone over.”
I was very much lost in my dreams.
Boobs, cocks, what was I dreaming about?
I could not say but my morning wood was in its full glory.
“What the hell, Log? What are you talking about?”
“He told me he was free right now and I thought it was a good idea to have him come over…”
I straightened up.
I was obviously naked and my hard cock caught Logan’s attention.
“Who the fuck is coming over?” I grunted.
“Nick.”
What the hell?!
Comments
syrus80
So steamy! And now we wait for the confrontation between Nick and Bruce! A collab cumming! Ha!
Devin
HOT! HOT! HOT! You made this so hot between Bruce and Logan, I was really hoping he and Logan would go at it. Yes, I wanted Bruce to fuck hot little Nicks bubble butt, but the heat between Logan and Bruce is sizzling. I hope Bruce opens up a bit with the gay sex. When he talked about Logan’s puffy lips, I almost came all over myself. Filming Bruce and Logan just sounds so sensuous. I think Logan is going to have to dump the boyfriend. After all, he’s already spending Saturday nights at Bruce’s house. Who would let their boyfriend do that. Plus, Logan is taking hot cum loads in his face and mouth. It should only be a matter of time, and maybe jealousy before he wants that big, stiff, cock up his ass!
