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Silver Fox - Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2024-10-06 10:00:06 +0000 UTCSILVER FOX
Chapter 10: Shots fired
I did not sleep that night. At all.
I just stayed in my bed, my eyes wide opened, staring at the ceiling.
I was wondering how I could justify my behaviour and, more importantly, how I could look Nick in the eyes the next morning.
It was the worst timing since we had our meeting on the new construction site with the Porters and the rest of the crew.
I seriously considered calling sick but I had never done that in more than 28 years of work and I decided that I would not start being a coward now.
Hiding had never been my style.
Besides, it was pretty clear that Nick would be as mortified as I was, if not more.
After all, he was the one shoving a big dildo up his ass and running a secret porn page. Me? Most people knew that I was a FansVips’ creator already!
Although, I admit, it was totally sus to pay and watch my own co-worker anonymously, and I was not proud of it.
Hence, the severe lack of sleep… I even felt bad for Nick.
I arrived on the worksite first.
It was an abandoned factory that the city-hall wanted to turn into an indoor market. Our job would be to take care of re-doing the entire water and pipes’ system from the outside. Tedious as hell.
I checked my phone as I was waiting for the others.
I tried to distract myself from my own thoughts.
It did not work. The first thing I noticed was that Nick had blocked Logan’s account from accessing his FansVips.
“Fuck…” I muttered in my beard.
He was pissed. I could not be mad at him for it.
Maybe it would be better if Nick were to arrive before the others and we could have a chat. As much as I dreaded this conversation, we had to rip the bandage off.
But this was, of course, a delusional thought. Nick arriving on site before Jimmy and the crew was simply not a thing that would happen.
And indeed, my best buddy was there about ten minutes after me, way before Nick showed up.
“Ready for the big meeting with our two bosses?” Jim said as he greeted me.
“I cannot wait…” I replied sarcastically.
“I don’t mind the site but if we have to handle the Porters, father and son, and Nick for an entire month, this might become hell. Do you reckon we could take care of this, just the two of us?”
I was feeling exactly the same.
“I’m not sure, I think the old Porter wants Mike to get his hands in the dirt. Not a bad strategy to teach him how to run this freaking company… If you want my opinion, it’s about time, but certainly a pain in the ass.”
“Come on… If we have to train him, I might as well quit!” Jimmy whined.
I was generally the one making this kind of empty threats.
To be fair, in my case, those had not been so empty lately.
With the money I was making thanks to my side hustle, quitting had definitely become a viable option.
“Join me on FansVips and let’s roll, buddy!” I spanked Jimmy’s ass playfully.
I was certain he would do great on the app.
“Very funny, man… Oh shit, here they come.”
The Porters were parking in front of the site in their van. Mike looked way less smug and self-entitled when he had his old man walking behind him.
That was the silver lining of this shitty day, seeing my young boss freaking out.
Nick would once again be scolded for being late. He arrived about fifteen minutes after the Porters.
For a minute there, I did think that Nick would never come, but he was here, looking tired and grumpy, but standing before me.
We toured the construction site and Mike gave us the instructions, while being ridiculously overseen (and often interrupted) by his own dad.
I thought this was deliciously humiliating but I had my own issues to worry about.
Nick was not looking at me and this was making me cringe. I could feel the tension in the air.
We had never been the best of friends, - to say the least -, but I was getting worried that someone would understand that something was different.
Besides, I hated letting things unspoken.
Let’s have a big fight once and for all, and be done with it! Right?
As luck or fate would have had it, Nick and I were assigned by Mike to work on one side of the factory in ruins and to check on the current pipes system.
We needed to assess if there was anything we could salvage.
Nick looked gloomy as fuck walking there and I had a growing sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Dude… We should talk.” I mentioned at some point.
He remained silent, still very consistently avoiding to look at me.
I puffed.
“Come on, Nick… Let’s be adults about this. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Fuck you, man.” He whistled between his teeth.
“Okay. I deserve that, I guess. Is this everything you have to say about the matter? Can we move on?”
He finally turned around to face me.
“What do you want me to say, freak? I don’t talk to perverts!”
“Don’t you think that’s a little rich coming from you?”
I was all for extending an olive branch but the cocky kid was testing me. I was just a paying customer after all!
“Whatever grandpa…”
“Grandpa is making more money than you ever will on those damn apps!”
“Yes, and he’s spending it all on me. How should I call you now? Sugar daddy or something? Is this what you want?”
Touché.
He had a point there.
“Look, I’m sorry about not saying who I was. I stumbled on your page when I created mine and then, I don’t know, I was curious.”
“Curious? You’re a big closeted homo, man!”
“First of all, who cares, you’re homophobe now? And second of all, what does that make you? You didn’t look so straight yourself last night, a dildo buried deep in your ass!”
His face became red.
I am not proud of my reaction.
It was a low-blow and Nick was nearly 27 younger than I was, - I should have been the bigger man, literally -, but he always found a way to get on my last nerve.
He was about to snap back at me when we were interrupted.
“What the hell is this bullshit about?!” The old Porter barked.
We had not realized, but right on the other side of the partially demolished brick wall, the rest of the crew was looking at us, in shock.
I was not sure how much of the argument they had heard but there was no doubt that it was too much.
“Nothing, chief…” I spoke.
Nick talked over me.
“Bruce is messing up with our work at the company since he’s become a pornstar!”
“Eh! What the hell, man?” I snapped.
“It’s true! Look at his page, Silver Fox on FansVips! He’s been distracted at work because of it. He’s even been whoring himself to clients! The gay husbands from a few weeks ago!”
I was gutted that Nick would go there. How dared he?
Having Nick blaming me for not working, that was the definition of being unfair.
“Are you kidding me?! You’re the one who’s always late, you barely ever do the actual work, you’re spending hours on your phone, filming your damn TikToks! You’re a joke, Nick!”
He flipped his middle finger at me.
“Fuck you, homo!”
I almost jumped at his throat and Jimmy had to hold me back. I am glad that he did, I did not want to beat the boy up.
I was out of myself though.
I would not use my fists, but I could use my words.
“Oh, yes? You wanna go there, little prick! Let’s fucking go there! Go check WildNick on FansVips guys, you’ll see how straight he really is! How do you like it, Nick? How much do you enjoy fucking yourself with dildos and sucking them afterwards?”
It was Nick who was not held by anyone who ended up jumping at me.
The rest of the crew ran to separate us.
I had not been involved in a fight for years. The last time had been with the asshole Karen had cheated on me with.
Back then, I had punched the moron’s face hard and almost broke his nose.
There was no nose broken this time around, I mainly tried to push Nick away. As I mentioned, I had no intention to destroy a freaking 19 years-old kid.
Finally, Nick settled down, his arms locked by Mike. We all looked at each other anxiously.
“Are you good, man?” Jimmy asked me.
“I’m good. More than that actually, I quit! Fuck this freaking job!”
The old Porter grabbed my neck.
He looked rather scary. Was he about to murder me?
“You don’t quit, pal, you’re fired. You hear me? Fired! You both are! What the hell is this, Mike? How could you let this fly?!”
The poor Mike Porter looked as shocked as he was terrified.
First time his father was overseeing a site since he had left him with the company, and we had presented the worst type of performance.
“Let me go, I’m going home.”
I did not need this; I pushed them away.
With not a single look behind me, I walked up to my car and left.
This was exhilarating to say the least.
I was trembling behind the wheel while I was processing what had just happened. Did I just quit? Really? Or was I fired? Who cared? Either way, I was out of a job.
Honestly, I was relieved.
I did not think it would end like this, but that silly fight was just the tipping point I needed to make my decision.
Nearly 29 years in the same damn company, to be bossed around by an idiot, be paid a misery, and be paired with the most obnoxious brat.
Damn, Nick! Damn, Mike! Fuck them all!
I have to say though, strangely, I started to feel bad for the boy while driving back home.
Nick was annoying as fuck but I had just messed-up with his life big time. Would he really be fired?
Things had escalated (very) quickly and the situation had totally slipped out of my control.
At the very least, there was nothing left unspoken this time around… We had had our argument and we could move on.
Jimmy knocked at my door in the afternoon to check on me.
He confirmed that Nick had also been fired for good. He reassured me by telling me that this was much more about his work performance than the fight from that morning.
In all fairness, he had been a terrible employee from the very start.
“I’m sure you could get your job back if you want to. Everyone got heated for nothing this morning.” Jimmy told me.
“I meant what I’ve said. I’m not happy with the way it went down but I’m happy with the decision I’ve made.”
Jimmy put his face in his hands.
“Fuck… You’re abandoning me… Damn, Bruce.”
“Sorry, bro, it was time.”
I patted his shoulders.
“You’re killing me, man.”
“You’re still my gym buddy! You’ll tell me all about the company! Okay?”
“And what the hell was this thing about with Nick? Really?”
I sighed.
“I guess there’s no point in lying anymore. Let’s just say that he runs a no-longer secret page where he posts even wilder content than what I do, a lot of clips with his ass, and I got curious… I asked him for a show using Logan’s account.”
“Damn, Bruce! What the actual fuck?”
“I know, this was dumb. I got carried away.”
“Carried away? But you… You’re like… You’re gay or something?”
I chuckled.
“Haven’t you seen the number of women I had been fucking over the years?”
“Yes, I have! That’s why I’m surprised!”
“I’m just opening myself to other things. Look, I’ll celebrate my 47th birthday in a month, it’s time to try new flavours. Don’t you think?”
More than anything else which had happened, that seemed to be the one statement which startled Jimmy the most.
His old mate Bruce, the women-magnet, turning bisexual! I could not blame him for being surprised.
“Well, man… You do you, I guess.” He ended-up saying.
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders.
“Do you wanna fuck me?” I asked before bursting out laughing.
I could not remain serious.
“God, man, I thought you were serious for a split second. Wait. You weren’t, right?”
“You can relax, I’m not interested in having your cock in my ass. I’m curious, but I’m not thaaaaat curious, dumbass!”
Jimmy looked unsure but we did not discuss my potential homosexuality any further.
I mean, who really cared?
We called Logan together to explain what had happened at work.
He ate the story up and asked for every juicy details.
By the end of our tale though, he seemed to be worried about Nick as well.
“Shit. He actually got fired. I hate that I played a part in that…” He said over the phone.
“Dude, you have played no part in this mess. It was all me… Well, and Nick obviously.” I insisted.
“Yes, maybe. But this was my account… Still, that kinda sucks…”
That was true.
We maintained his visit to my place that very week-end since, with the recent events, it was all the more important that I take my x-rated page to the next level.
Now, it was official, being a content creator would be my main, not to say sole, source of income.
During the call, Logan also mentioned that he had found more leaks of my content online.
He had warned me about it from the very beginning and the first leaks happened only a few days after the opening of my FansVips.
Honestly, I did not care that much that my nudes were getting out there. It could even be part of a marketing strategy to boost my visibility.
Not only that, but I was very happy with the feedback I was receiving.
“We’ve been blessed guys; Silver Fox is looking even better naked! Amazing!”
“Look at his meaty flaccid slab of meat. So big! So appetizing! FEED ME DADDY!”
“Please, book me a ticket to get smothered by that hairy wet ass!”
Sue me but reading people praising me had never failed to make me rock-hard.
I even stumbled on a gay news article about me.
Well, news article may have been too strong of a word, it was three lines with a few illustrations from my TikTok videos.
“Silver Fox Daddy who made waves with a viral video online a few weeks back has decided to show EVERYTHING on FansVips! From Straight Daddy to Online Whore?! How far will Silver Fox go?!”
That was a good question and frankly, I had no idea myself.
As the weeks went by, I was seemingly pushing the limits of my comfort zone further and further.
See, when you get the praise, the good money, and an excuse to jack off multiple times a day, it is difficult to see where the line should be set, and if a line should be set at all.
Especially when I was, from now on, relying on my cock to make a living…
Still, I had to agree with Logan that we had to somehow get back control of my image and to try to manage the leaks.
It felt icky to have people pay when others were just benefiting from the same perks for free.
Also, it was getting out of hands and literally, after a week, every single thing I was posting would find its way on forums and other websites.
This was another part of my activity that Logan was handling, and he had gotten a few forum threads shut down to contain this issue already.
He was even talking about hiring a lawyer and everything.
I was not fan of the idea.
First of all, it was way too soon and I could not spend the little money that I had made in lawyer’s fees.
Second of all, I had never liked that kind, especially since Karen had cheated with and then left me for one of these vultures.
Remember the punch I talked about earlier?
Anyway, Logan arrived on Saturday morning with a long list of content to shoot, and of tasks to go through such as defining our strategy on social media, picking the potential collabs, and handling the aforementioned leaks.
We went through the main websites where my content was getting outed thinking about a way to limit the leakage without stopping it entirely.
As it turned out, a great way to do so was to become a member of those forums or private groups myself.
People are way less inclined to steal from you when they know you are here, watching them.
Bunch of chicken!
Besides, interacting with them was an easy way to get new subscribers.
“Instead of grasping for leaked stuff, just join me on my FansVips! It’s really spicy there!”
Who would have thought I would be signing up on so many gay websites?
Once again, I was discovering a whole new side of the internet, filled with many large cocks and even more opened assholes.
Tops, bottoms, power-bottoms, vers, bears, twinks, twunks, otters, wolves, gooning, thirsting, bussy… I was very familiar with all of this lingo now.
And once again, it became clear that I had to level up my game to last in the business.
My viral moment had offered me a spotlight but it would not be sufficient to sustain an income on the long run.
The top priority was to film more videos.
I wanted to take advantage of the presence of my favourite director to shoot better angles for my jerk-off sessions.
Logan spent most of the Saturday afternoon crawling on the floor so he could catch me dominating him from below.
We both agreed that this would be an angle most of my followers would enjoy. My hard cock dripping down the camera. My sweaty hairy balls hanging towards the lens. Even my ass would look good from down there.
Logan convinced me that I should squat down towards the camera while he was lying on his back on my living-room’s wooden floor.
He was visibly sporting a hard-on under his shorts, which, I guess, meant that I was doing a proper job, acting as if I was about to smother him with my musky ass crack.
Funny how I had gotten fully desensitized to this kind of stuff!
Anyway, I did as I was told and I squatted my ass down, naturally spread my asshole, until I was practically hitting Logan’s face.
I heard him slightly gasping below me which made me chuckle.
He kept filming.
My spontaneous reactions had the best reception.
Neither Logan nor I were actual professionals in the sex-business but one thing had become clear very quickly: people did not want pornstars.
They wanted real authentic guys having a good time, a good laugh, chilling, and being themselves.
I tried my best.
I got spontaneously hard after the ass video and I jerked off in the shower.
“You’re doing great, Bruce. Can you remove your hands from time to time so I get a good shot at your hard dick, twitching.” Logan demanded.
“Yes, Sir!”
I made my own cock fap against my stomach while I winked at the camera.
A hint of precum was smeared on my abs.
“Okay, all good, keep stroking yourself!”
Logan walked closer and things certainly got personal.
I tapped my cock against the camera, re-enacting a good old dick-slap on the face for my fans.
Logan nodded approvingly. I hit him very slightly in the process and… Since he seemed to like that, right after he stopped filming, I hit his face for real, smearing precum on his forehead.
“What are you doing, man?” He asked, some stars in his eyes.
Believe me, he was in awe.
“This one was just for you. A little bonus in nature for your work!”
Logan blushed a little but he did not say anything. Especially, he did not tell me that I should not do this again.
A couple minutes later, he asked me to cum against the glass door of the shower tub, thinking it would look great.
I watched the clip after I had jizzed and indeed, the angle, the shot, and my stream of fresh sperm splashing against the glass looked amazing.
We took a couple hours break before we were right back on it. This time around, I was jerking off on my couch.
Logan gave me some precise instructions for that one.
“Legs spread, one arm behind your head, one arm beating your meat, you can spit on your nipples and on your cock while you stroke yourself.”
Was I turning into a proper pornstar or what?!
“Okay, maybe you could start filming from afar and get closer and closer? What do you think?”
“Sure…”
“Like, you could end between my legs, right here.” I suggested, opening up my thighs even wider, leaving a space for him to crawl so close to my hard cock.
I was in a frisky mood.
Logan found my proposal very interesting, “in the interest of good content, of course”, and I got to my second wanking session of the day, only this time, I had another dude kneeling between my legs for most of the time.
I almost offered Logan to give me a hand-job but I supposed that would have been a step too far.
I had created enough chaos already and I did not want Logan to feel bad regarding his boyfriend.
As long as it was only eye candy with a bit of very incidental touching, I thought like we were not crossing a line.
Still, when I ejaculated, a large amount of cum ended-up on his face, but what can I say? I had never been very good at aiming!
In addition, it was a great final shot for the video, the sperm literally flooding the camera lens.
“How did I do?” I asked Logan.
The cum was dripping on his cheeks.
“Gr… Great. Fucking amazing.”
I smiled.
“Okay, ready for more?”
“What… What do you mean?”
“To film more content? The week-end is just starting.”
“Oh yes… Of course!”
I winked at him.
For the first time ever, I thought that Logan was kind of cute, my milk coating his pretty face.
Comments
syrus80
Nick is a feisty one. But ultimately, I think he needs to have another conversation with Bruce. And realize that he was being a brat. And wants his Silver Fox.
Devin
Gosh, I just love this story. I was a bit surprised by Bruce quitting, but being fired is even better as you get unemployment. I don’t feel bad about Nick. His big mouth outed both of them. I mean, I would have done the same as Bruce did. What did Nick expect. I was a little surprised by Logan. He and his partner were seeming to have problems; however, getting slapped by Bruce’s big dick, and getting a load on his cheeks. It seems Logan has a man crush on Bruce. I figured Nick would crawl to Bruce now that he is fired and doesn’t make as much as Bruce, but he may dive in head first and get into real porn. Can’t wait for the next episode, I mean chapter, to see what happens next!
