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Silver Fox - Chapter 06
🕑 Added 2024-08-18 10:00:01 +0000 UTCSILVER FOX
Chapter 6: The Grand Opening
I told Logan and Jimmy everything about my morning at the clients’ place.
I had to share this crazy story!
Besides, I had no shame about it. Why should have I been ashamed?
I mean, I had made one thousand dollars ordering a couple of gay guys around. This was something close to the best deal of the year.
“So, they were fucking right in front of you? On the dining table?” Jimmy asked, making a face.
The three of us were in the gym’s locker-room, ready to shower after an intense working-out session.
I admit, having this conversation stark naked might not have been the brightest idea. But somehow, anytime Logan would join us, we would end up in this situation.
“You’re homophobic now?” Logan asked his wife’s cousin. “Gay people have sex, you know.”
“I’m aware, idiot. I just didn’t think Bruce would like to watch them going at it!”
“I didn’t say that I liked it… I mean, I didn’t dislike it either honestly.” I chuckled.
“See! Silver Fox is experimenting! He’s not all narrow-minded like you are.” Logan teased his mate.
“Sure, I bet Doreen would feel great about me experimenting!”
We were walking to the communal showers.
“Okay. I take it back. Don’t imply that I have ever hinted that you should cheat on your wife. Dorie would downright kill me!”
“Don’t worry, Logan. Jim here is straight as an arrow. In all senses of the word.” I told on my friend’s behalf.
“How did I get myself here, surrounding by gay horny boys?” Jimmy joked.
“Eh!” Logan and I grunted, for two different reasons.
“Look, I’m not gay, but a thousand dollars is a thousand dollars.” I said, soaping my prominent junks as I got under the hot water.
Logas was no longer making any effort not to stare at my crotch.
It was implied that he could watch.
To be fair, he had already seen me naked many times and most of our conversations were about how to best sell my body online.
Yes, making money out of my recent fame was no longer a question, it was only a matter of how I would go about it.
“I’m still waiting for my commission on that money.” Jimmy said.
“Listen, we’ve already talked seriously with Logan on how he could help me manage things. He’ll get a commission.”
“And I don’t get a percentage for introducing you together?!” Jimmy complained.
“I’ll give you a share of my commission if you accept to appear in some of his vids.” Logan suggested.
“You really want Doreen to murder me in my sleep!”
I was not sure if he was serious or not. It was always difficult to tell with Logan.
Jimmy did look great, being an even more obsessed gym rat than I was.
He had firm and large muscles in all the right places and he was only 34, physically at his prime.
I could not complain about Logan though, since this whole online viral moment had started, he had been a great partner and he had avoided me many mistakes.
I was for real about the commission. We had in fact already discussed it in details.
I would give fifteen percent of everything I was earning to Logan as long as he was guiding me through this crap.
He had come to visit us that week-end especially to help me finally setting my FansVips account.
It was time that I get serious about that and we get this running!
Talking of which, Logan had an idea.
“Wait here, guys. I’m gonna grab my phone in my bag. We need the camera.”
“What for?” Jimmy asked dumbfounded.
“What do you think? Bruce’s gonna need some pictures and the setting is perfect.”
I looked around, a bit taken aback.
“Dude, in here. In the public showers?”
“Yes! Your fans will love this!”
Logan did not wait for me to approve the suggestion, he was already wrapping his smooth body in a towel and walking towards the lockers.
“You’re serious about that? The x-rated page?” Jimmy asked me.
He was a little more serious, concerned even.
“Yes, I think so. Why not?”
“Man, I don’t know. It’s sort of a big leap. I get it, it might pay well but what will happen when the momentum will slow down?”
I got my hair under the water to relax me off.
I had been thinking about this for a while.
“Well, I don’t intend to quit my job and I’m not doing anything illegal. I’m not taking much risks with that.” I explained. “See, you have kids, a wife. But me, I’m free.”
“Bruce, you’re not 50 yet. You could still meet someone and this woman might not…”
“Might not want to share her life with a whore?”
He got out of the shower, his athletic body dripping.
“You know what I mean...”
“Yes. And you’re not wrong. But the truth is, it’s not only about the money. I’ve been exhausting myself for decades and for what? Minimum wage? A shitty apartment? A wife who left me for a damn lawyer? Don’t I deserve to a little fun?”
Jimmy looked genuinely surprised there.
“So, you like that? You’re having fun. Really?”
I did not have time to answer that Logan was coming back, holding his phone.
“Jim, move away if you don’t wanna be on the shot.”
My coworker jumped out of the shot with a quickness which made the three of us laughed.
“What am I supposed to do?” I asked.
“Like I always say, don’t do anything specific. Just be yourself. I’m trying to snap authentic shots. That’s what your audience wants.”
I turned around so he would photograph my back and my ass first.
I was not decided on what exactly I would post online but Logan’s motto was, let’s create the content and see what is usable afterwards.
I guessed that he was right.
“Does this position look good?”
“Yes, perfect, just arch yourself down a little more maybe?”
As a joke, I completely bent over and showed them my hairy asshole. Then, I slid my dick like a tail between my legs.
Typical locker-rooms banters.
“Okay, guys, I’ll leave you two up to it. That’s a bit much for me.” Jimmy said.
He was semi-laughing but he effectively went back to the locker-room.
“No use of this shots online, right?” I told Logan.
“We’ll make decisions about that later. Turn around and face me now.”
A group of younger black guys walked inside the communal showers. I knew them vaguely for living in my neighbourhood.
The gym was not very busy at this hour but we were not alone either. Having company was expected.
I turned towards Logan and to my surprise, he kept taking pictures of my naked body.
The guys stared at us, perplexed. One would be for less.
“Those last shots look amazing, Bruce!” Logan told me, enthusiastic.
“What the fuck are you doing?” The beefier of the black guys asked.
I bet that he was suspecting homosexual shenanigans. He was not entirely wrong.
As I had mentioned, I had nothing to hide.
I was not one to get myself into the porn business and foolishly believed that I could keep it to myself, or even worse, hide my face in the content.
Own it or do not do it!
“I’m considering opening a FansVips. We’re testing things out.” I casually explained.
Another guy of the group openly laughed.
“Ain’t you a little old for that, pal?”
“Hey, don’t make fun of him, you can make crazy money on there!” His friend said.
“Yes, if you’re a girl. Davon’ ex-girlfriend has a page, she’s making thousands a month. But a dude… I’m not so sure.”
Aside from me, it seemed like everyone in the United States was already very much in touch with the x-rated platforms and selling salacious content online.
“Check him on TikTok, he’s already pretty famous. Silver Fox.” Logan intervened.
The group stared at me, and at my junks.
They were certainly assessing if I had what it took down there to make it into the porn industry.
Those guys were probably straight and I had not reached their algorithm yet.
“Silver Fox, really?”
They laughed and I giggled with them.
I was not taking myself too seriously. Besides, what did I have to prove to these little fuckers, 25 years younger than I was.
I was done with my shower and the photoshoot and we returned to the locker room, my low hanging balls and cock swinging as I walked.
Logan was not missing any of the show I was displaying.
It was obvious that he was helping me much more for the eye candy than he was for the money, but I supposed that the extra-revenue was the excuse he needed to tell his boyfriend so he could keep on chatting with me and coming to see me.
We found Jimmy who had already changed in his every day clothes.
“I should go, Dorie’s already waiting for me. Has the photoshoot gone well?”
“We could say that… We had a little audience by the end.” I spoke.
“Oh… That’s awkward.”
“Not really, you know that I don’t mind showing off.”
I winked at my buddy.
“You’re a piece of work Bruce, and I think Logan has a terrible influence on you.”
Jimmy was smiling. We were all good.
“Is this okay if I join you before dinner tonight?” Logan asked.
“Yes, please, don’t be too late. Dorie will be making something special for dinner.”
“Okay, cool.”
“Bruce, you’re invited too of course, if you wanna join.”
“Thanks, buddy, but I think I’ll have some stuff to do at home tonight.”
“Sure…”
Logan and I had locked our afternoon to solely work on the opening of the FansVips page and the management of my social media.
On my side, I knew that I would have a lot of messages and comments to go through in the following night. I was already behind.
Remember that I still had a full-time real-ass job so I could not be on my socials every day of the week.
That being said, Nick seemed to be managing his online presence pretty well but, in all fairness, even on sites, he was not working much.
Anyway, we got to work with Logan as soon as we got home.
Silver Fox was about to smash the FansVips’ game, or at the very least, I hoped so!
That being said, things were much more complicated than I initially thought.
Filming the content and interacting with my followers was certainly the best part but when creating the private page, I had to deal with countless checks of my identity, marketing strategies, and checking on metrics I did not understand anything about.
There were also many foreign concepts to learn about: bots, PPVs, shout-outs, promo-pages, mass-messaging, feed and private walls, customs…
Logan tried to explain it all but I got bored fairly quickly.
“Can I just post naked pictures on there and people pay for it? And that’s it.” I growled.
“Bruce, if you don’t establish a strategy, you won’t last a month. You need to be careful with what you post, when you post it, and how you post it: on social media, on your private page, or via pay per view messages. If you show everything off all at once, people might lose interest quickly, if you don’t show enough, people might unsubscribe.”
“Okay, okay… Look, I’ll just do whatever you tell me what to do. What about that? You seem to know your stuff.”
Logan smiled.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to overwhelm you; I just don’t want to ruin that thing you’ve got going. But honestly man, you’re already dealing with it pretty well. You’ll learn as you go and as you use those platforms, I’ll just keep you from doing any big mistake as you start.”
“That sounds good.”
Another hour was spent where Logan showed me most of the tools and features of the website.
The possibility of doing live-shows, of writing to some specific group among your followers, of editing your content… It was a whole new world.
He showed me the pages a few established models he was subscribed to: Carlos Sanchez, The Nine Inches King, The Butt Prince…
Those guys were apparently making millions a year.
They did have one thing in common, each one of them had started with tame content, nudes, feet stuff, and they had ended up with huge cocks ploughed in their asses, bareback.
“Don’t worry, man. They were already making a lot of money before going full gay-porn. Many guys stop before they get to that point… Although, admittedly, many seem to be getting into it as well.”
“I’m not too worried. Trust me, Logan, I’ll take a cock in my butthole when pigs will be flying around New-York City!”
“Yes, they’re all saying that when they start… And then…”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“What about the content, then? Should we use the opportunity that you’re here to get ahead and have some videos ready.”
“Absolutely. We could see each other every couple of weeks and we would get enough content for the following fortnight. You can always film more stuff on your own but it’s good to have footage where you’re not always taking care of the recording yourself.”
“For sure. What do you want me to do?”
It seemed like Dom Daddy had become Submissive Fox there.
I did not mind, I trusted Logan and above all, I trusted his work.
Just going through the pictures taken earlier at the gym, I found myself God damn hot.
He always knew how to make me look good, and more importantly, how to give my gay fans exactly what they wanted.
“Maybe we could film a strip-tease? I was also thinking about a shower video, we didn’t have time to do it properly earlier. Maybe some pictures in the nude in various positions as well. It might be too soon for a jerk-off content, don’t you think?”
I gulped.
The idea of jerking-off in front of Logan and a camera felt a bit icky, like a real step into online porn.
I am aware, I had already beat my meat in front of a gay couple and jizzed on their backs but being recorded by a friend simply hit different.
“I agree. A few videos, some of them naked, pictures too, and we should be fine for the grand opening of my page. What did you mean by a strip-tease? I cannot dance to save my life, man.”
“I was more thinking of a coming back from work kind of videos.”
“Coming back from work?”
“No dancing, no stupid choreography, no music… An actual construction worker who comes back after a long day of work and strips from his sweaty clothes before heading to the shower.”
“Oh, I see. That could be cool! They would love that for sure.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
Logan grinned.
“Okay, let me change in my usual work clothes and we’ll get to it. Should I wear something special?”
“Not really. Although, I think you could do without underwear…”
I chuckled.
“You do like it when I’m going commando, don’t you?”
“Guilty.”
Good, I thought, Logan was slowly owning up to the fact that he had it seriously hot for Silver Fox.
Who could blame him?
I picked my usual grey tank-top, it had old stains all over it and a small hole in the back but I correctly assumed it would work even better, a pair of jeans that I wore commando, and my brownish yellow work-shoes.
“How do I look?” I asked my movie director.
He was setting the camera in the entrance.
“Very good. Could you do some push-ups or pull-ups before we start filming, getting yourself sweating a bit?”
“Damn, what is up with you gay guys and the obsession with sweat or stink?”
“I don’t know, something to do with testosterones or pheromones I guess.”
“That must be it…” I grunted.
I did not discuss the instructions though and I was on for my second training session of the day.
It did not last long; it was just a way to exhaust myself quickly and looked musky enough on camera.
Since it was very hot inside, (still no air-conditioning), I got the pearls of sweat dripping from my forehead and armpits rather quickly.
I could feel my ass-crack getting wet too.
“So, you’ll enter the apartment like you normally do. You take off your shoes, you top, and your jeans, and I’ll just be filming you like a fly on the wall, until you get into your bathroom. Then, we’ll cut and we’ll record another video for the shower.”
“All clear, Sir!”
I faked a soldier salute.
“We’ll do the military roleplay another time.” He replied seriously.
I felt funny going out of my apartment only to come back inside of it again. For some authentic content, my entrance would be fake as fuck.
Although, I suppose the content planned was not so different from what I was doing every day in real life.
My followers would get a feel of the real me.
Also, I was adamant at not shooting a video twice. Like, I was not a professional actor and we were not going to re-do the scenes.
I did as I was told.
I walked in; I threw my shoes away, incidentally showed my feet to the camera that I had been ordered not to look at directly; I peeled off my dirty tank-top; And walking towards my bathroom, I started sliding off my jeans, exposing my bare hairy ass and my cock right underneath.
A couple of minutes. Easy footage. No bullshit.
I was happy with the final product.
From this point on, I was stark naked while Logan was uploading the content on my computer.
As planned, we would film a bunch of stuff and worry about editing and posting it later.
That being said, I found myself with my balls and dick hanging for nearly a half hour while Logan was taking care of technical details.
He was glancing at me often but overall; he remained very professional.
Then, finally, it was time to take a long steamy shower.
This video was a bit longer than the previous one. Logan filmed my back, the front, he asked me to drop and pick up the soap, to caress my chest and my junks with a washcloth…
It did get spicier, especially as I was requested to bend over many times, but whenever I was feeling like it might have been too much, Logan reassured me that, in the end, I would be the one deciding what content we would be using or not.
“Better have too much content than not sufficiently!”
I agreed and I ended up with my ass smashed against the glass door of my shower, and then, with a wet and semi-hard cock in front of the mirror.
From this point on, Logan stopped filming and started snapping pictures instead.
He asked me to wrap myself in a towel and then to slowly untuck it. He was taking hundreds of shots.
We ended the lewd shooting session in my bed.
“What should I do now?”
“Just lie down, as if you were taking a nap. You look gorgeous.”
Not going to lie, I was very much happy with the compliments.
I lied down in my bed as he had instructed, and I let Logan photographing me under every possible angle.
My dick was mostly soft, but not fully.
“Could you move your cock a little bit to the left so it lies against your thigh or your stomach?”
I grabbed my junks and tried to do I was told.
“Like that?”
“Hmmm… Not really. Could you just…”
I moved my cock around but Logan never looked satisfied.
“Dude, do you want me to get hard or something? Just say it!” I grunted.
“No, not really… It looks flaccid but pumped, it’s great. It’s just… Well, do you mind?”
He got closer to me and extended his arms towards my prominent genitals.
“Please, go ahead.”
He grabbed my cock himself to put it exactly where it needed it to be.
I gulped.
I definitely felt tingles in the pit of my stomach as he was feeling me up. This was a first.
Also, this time around, there was no doubt that my cock was getting hard.
Logan returned to his previous spot where he could take full-body shots and he kept snapping pictures, visibly pleased with how my cock was now looking.
You bet that he liked it!
I wondered what he would assume about my growing erection.
Probably not much, as he had said at the gym, Logan seemed to think that I was simply an open-minded straight man.
I guess that it was an accurate summary.
The photoshoot ended before I got to full mast.
Logan had to free some space on his phone to be able to capture more footage. He uploaded everything we had done so far on my computer.
I let him do his thing and I checked myself in the mirror.
I hoped that I was not delusional and that people would actually pay to see that shit. Did I look that good? How many subscribers would be there for the grand opening?
I was supposed to make the announcement on my social media later that day.
Lost in my thoughts, Logan called me.
“Bruce, come check this out!”
I thought he wanted to show me one of the clips or one of the photographs we had just taken but he was on the freshly-opened FansVips.
SILVER FOX had 0 subscriber but the page was online.
“Great. It’s up and running!” I spoke. “Thanks a lot, man!”
My profile picture alone looked great.
“Yes, but look at this!” Logan said, excited.
He was surfing on yet another tool of the page, the “contacts” tab or something.
“What am I looking at exactly?”
“The app automatically connected some contacts from your email address with people you know with a FansVips account, and look who’s here!”
He clicked on a profile: “WILD NICK”.
“Fucking hell, the kid’s been doing this shit on the side!” I exclaimed.
“Yes, apparently, your co-worker has had an active FansVips with hundreds of contents for more than six months.”
“The little trickster!”
I clicked on the profile picture, no doubt it was him, biting his lips and looking naughty as ever.
Damn, the blondie had more than a hundred posts already!
Who would have thought?
Comments
JLinhares
Very well done! Would love to see a collab between nick and fox at some point.
syrus80
Another hot chapter!
