Undercover - Chapter 03

Eager to prove himself, Kyle has always wanted to go on a risky undercover mission. Finally, the police department has found the perfect job for him. The straight jock will have to play the role of a male stripper to infiltrate a drug cartel. Little does he know that this is only the beginning of his (hot) journey.

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 3: Stripping 101

Allan had left the backstage hard and throbbing, he came back about twenty minutes later, his fat cock deflating but dripping with cum.

He was otherwise drenched with sweat.

Once again, the Man of Steel had given his all for the audience.

"Fuck... That was intense." He groaned as he walked in.

"It sure seemed like it." I noted.

He grabbed a small towel and wiped his cock off with it.

"Well, at least, they enjoyed it."

"Definitely. I could tell by the screams."

He chuckled.

"I bet... Have you taken a peek?"

In fact, I had.

A few times, I had slightly opened the door, just to see what the fuss was about inside the club.

In all fairness, it was quite difficult to turn your eyes away from the Man of Steel's performance once you had caught a glimpse of his outrageous moves.

From where I was looking, I was mostly staring at a firm muscular ass.

Allan had smeared his ass cheeks with body oil and I could tell, - but could not really see -, that he was stroking his huge dick for the crowd.

He was sometimes standing on the platform, and sometimes, he was frolicking or grinding in the middle of the dancefloor, among the customers, letting them have a feel of his stripper's shredded body.

I had caught his (impressive) ejaculation from behind, he had sprayed his loads on another dude's bare chest.

The lucky guy was soaked with fresh cum.

"I haven't really." I lied.

"You're not into big hard leaking cocks?" Allan asked me with a grin.

"Not so much, no."

"I'm the same... Nothing can get me going like a nice wet pussy, but eh, you gotta give the people what they want, and gay guys are one of the most loyal clients on Earth."

"I heard."

"Could you help me with back, man?"

I swallowed my saliva as he handed me the tiny towel, before turning around.

"What do you need exactly?"

"Just wipe the oil from my back and my ass. It sticks. Normally, I'd be going straight to the shower but since we have a little lesson to go through, I'd just like a quick fix..."

"Sure."

I did as I was told and I dried Allan's body off.

His tanned and shaved buttocks were truly spectacular, even more so when we were this up-close and personal.

"Sorry for the bad smell... Performing is really like running a race. It takes a lot of energy from you." He explained.

He lifted his air to sniff his armpits and assess his own scent.

That was true, he was stinking like a busy locker-room after football practice.

"I get that. I used to sprint when I was younger."

"Were you any good at it?"

"Not really, I quit when I got into..."

I stopped myself. I almost said "the police force."

I really needed to get my head in the game.

"... into college." I corrected myself.

"Another college boy ending-up as a stripper." Allan commented as I was still taking care of his lower back.

There was quite a large area to cover.

"I guess so. I couldn't find my path in any traditional job."

"Why San Antonio, by the way?" Allan mindlessly asked.

"I think I just need a change; I've been wanting to try something new." I replied, evasive. "How much are you working out to have this body?"

"Three hours, every single day, ever since I'm 16. No excuse, no rest day, no bullshit, and above all, no skipping legs day."

"I can tell." I said, as I was wiping the back of his huge thighs.

They were sturdy as fuck.

"You're not as bulk as I am, but you're not so shrimpy yourself." He told me.

"Yes, I have my routine too."

He turned back towards me; his cock was flopping around and it almost hit me.

"I guess it's time for you to show me the goods. I'll sit right there, and you'll strip for me. Okay? We'll see how you go."

"What? Now?"

"Well, yeah. What should we be waiting for exactly? It's almost 1 AM already, you don't want to spend the entire night trapped in this backstage with me, do you?"

"'Course not. But what am I supposed to do?"

"As long as you take off your clothes, you'll be stripping all right. I'll give you some notes and indications all throughout your performance so you can learn some tricks."

I nodded yes as I felt the adrenaline growing inside of me.

Allan did not feel like dressing back up and he sat on a plastic chair backwards, stark naked, his sizeable cock and balls hanging low between the bars.

That was an uncommon and rather impressive sight.

"Should I put some music on?" I asked.

"Sure. Go ahead. There're stripping playlists on most music platforms."

I scrolled on my phone.

"Yes, I can see that."

I picked the Magic Mike's soundtrack. I thought it was fitting. Not gonna lie, I had pictured myself as the main star of this movie a few times before.

"Come on, go ahead! Don't be shy!" Allan whistled.

I thought it was even more awkward doing the strip-show just for him, that it would have been in front of a busy crowd.

Yet, I started moving my hips and I grabbed the base of my sleeveless tank-top.

Gawkily, I peeled it off from my chest.

I tried to go slow and sensual, I had seen strippers' dances before, I did my best to emulate them.

My top got stuck around my neck. I was not good at this.

"Fuck..." I mumbled.

"Continue, bro. That's nothing... Just take it off!"

Allan cheered me on and that helped a little.

I threw my tank top around.

Apparently, that was another mistake.

"To me, man. You should have thrown your shirt to me!"

"Oh... Okay..."

I picked it up from the floor and handed it to Allan.

He stood up.

"Not like this, Ryan." He moved behind me and grabbed my waist. "See, if you need to pick something up from the floor, you really need to be bending over."

He pushed my back and I arched down under his guidance.

"Wow..." I muttered.

"Yes, just like that..." He had his flaccid cock smashed against my jeans. "And you should always be in control, you're the one deciding of the pace."

He let go of me so I could continue the show.

I took my shoes off, once again, it looked clumsy the way I did it, and then, I removed my socks. Talk about an awful stink, they definitely were not smelling like roses!

I glanced at Allan for his approval.

"Correct order for removing your clothes, although, you'd not be wearing socks to begin with for an actual show. That's a no-go."

I agreed and continued with my performance. Well, if we can call whatever I was doing a performance.

It was time to remove my belt.

"Don't be so hesitant, Ryan... Thrust your hips, shimmer your body, you know what to do! You just have to own it!"

I stared straight at him as I moved my hips and squatted down. I had seen Allan do this earlier on stage.

I felt like I was turning into a slut, but I supposed, this was part of the assignment.

"Now, before you slide down your jeans, you need to turn around, create some suspense, make the crowd anticipate it."

"Like that?"

I turned and bent over.

"Yeeha! That's what I'm talking about!"

I took my jeans off slowly, - and I hoped, sensually -, until I was left standing in my tiny yellow boxer briefs.

They were still sliding inside my ass crack behind, but thankfully, I was about to get rid of them for good.

"Grab the waistband, and very slowly, pull them down."

I listened to Allan's advice.

"Should I turn around?"

"Walk on the stage, imagine there's an audience on your left, right, and center... Yes, exactly like that. Nice briefs by the way! Nice bulge!"

I laughed nervously.

"They're a bit too tight..." I confessed, as I was thrusting my hips in the air.

"Shh... They're not. They fit you just right! Here, grab his."

Allan thew his bottle of oil my way.

I caught it, I had always been good at teams' sports and at catching balls.

I knew what I had to do next. Moisturizing my chest and legs, rubbing the oil throughout my entire body.

There, I really started to look the part.

"Spend some time on your male titties... Yes... Fuck, you're natural at this!"

Rubbing my nipples, I felt proud, it was like the strip-legend was endorsing me.

It was time for the big reveal.

I played with the waistbands of my yellow boxer briefs some more, as instructed by my teacher.

He was right about my bulge. Peter Thorne had picked this outfit carefully; it was enhancing all the right things.

"Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" Allan cheered jokingly.

I winked at him, - I thought that was a nice touch -, and I finally slid down the underwear to reveal my bare cock and ass.

I was not hard but I was not entirely soft either. I had grown a semi during my dance, or maybe, I had it since I had watched Allan performing.

Inspired by the Man of Steel, I dangled my cock around. I laughed it off.

The things you have to do to dismantle a drug cartel! Right? Artem Kravchenko was not ready for what was coming.

"Dude, I'm not worried about you. With that dick. You can get any job you want." Allan told me.

I was sweating after my performance.

I looked down at my own cock.

I had received praising for its shape before. Uncut and quite large when soft, really massive when hard. I had taped it once with a friend from police school, I was packing nearly a full nine inches of white meat.

The girth was the most impressive part though.

Women seemed to dig it, although, they could be scared of my monster cock when I was getting any near their asses.

That being said, anal sex was a must in 2025. There was rarely a chick which would not beg me to drill her butthole and I was always there to deliver.

"You think that I can make it?" I asked Allan seriously.

He stood up and slapped my bare ass.

"Of course, bro. If I had not jizzed a moment ago, this would have given me a solid brick!"

"I thought you were straight."

"Ah, you know, those are silly labels. If you're good enough at your job, you can make every straight man horny. We're very sensitive creatures when it comes to our cocks. You just have to know how to push the lad's buttons."

He got closer to me and I felt a slight shift in the atmosphere. This was getting quite erotic.

Was he trying to push my own buttons?

"I... I guess..."

"Have you gotten everything you were hoping for of what you've paid? For this hour with me, I mean. You know, many guys would have taken advantage of our proximity right now."

My dick was irresistibly rising as Allan was whispering in my ear.

What was wrong with me?

Was he casting a spell?!

We were both stark naked, practically touching each other.

"Man... Where are you going at?"

"I'm just saying... You can feel my cock a little, if you want to... Again, that's just a way to get you comfortable with being naked on stage with other men."

"It's just... It's just for work..." I blurted out.

"Of course. You have to lean into your clients' fantasies, to get them, to know how to please them."

He had a point. Right?

I had to understand the gay customers. I had to understand Artem, my future target.

"You really know what you're doing, man."

He grabbed my ass.

"Yes. I'm a true professional at turning people on."

What the fuck? It was like he was hypnotizing me. He was just that convincing, and that attractive.

"You are."

"So, wanna touch it?"

My hand spontaneously went towards his cock.

Allan was getting hard, all over again. Cum was still dangling on the tip of his dickhead but he was ready for round two.

I felt it as I grabbed it.

"Your dick's growing, mate."

I was softly stroking him. I had never done that to another man before.

But I was not really Kyle, I was Ryan now. And Ryan was opened to experimenting. He was the one jerking a bodybuilder's dick off.

Allan smiled, satisfied.

"It's just a natural reaction. Biological. Men are wired this way. See for yourself."

He grabbed my own cock.

Somehow, we were stroking each other.

How did we get there?

I could feel his heart pulsating through his stiffening cock. I wondered if he could feel mine.

If he did, he would certainly notice how my heart beat was accelerating.

To be fair, I had not been touched by anything else than my own hands in a full month.

The conditioning and preparation for the mission had been the worst...

Also, it would be one of the very last times in many months where I would not be recorded. It was now or never if I wanted to enjoy some release.

"Jerk me off..." I muttered, almost begging.

"Hmmm... I knew it... I knew that there was this dirty side within you. You haven't required this stripping lesson for nothing."

"Yes... I... I'm dirty."

He started pumping my cock with more intention.

I had grown to full mast now and I was dripping in his hands.

Could you believe this? I was being wanked by Superman, the Man of Steel himself!

I was stroking him as well. His cock was growing even larger in my hand. As suspected, his junks felt very heavy.

"Let yourself go, man. Enjoy the moment. Forget all those barriers which are holding you back."

"Yes, I should..."

"You wanna bust your nut?"

"Hell, yeah..."

With his right hand, he was pumping me vigorously, but with his left hand, he started rubbing my nipples.

"You like that? When I play with your male titties?"

I hated the fact that he called my pecs "titties", as if I was freaking woman, but Allan was making me feel so good that I could not really be mad.

He spat on my cock too.

Saliva was dripping on the tip now, mixing with the precum against my foreskin.

"Fuck, yes. That feels... Hmmm... So nice..."

"Come on, gimme your milk... You paid for this time with me... You should be rewarded for this."

"Yes... Make me cum."

"Jizz for me, Ryan... Jizz for the Man of Steel!"

"Yes. God..."

He was not only a pro at stripping, Allan was also an expert at using his hands. Seriously, he was edging me so damn well.

"Are you close?"

"Yes... Fuck..."

"Gimme your milk! Now!"

"I'm... I'm cumming... I'm cuuuuuumming..."

I blew my loads, all over his hands and on the locker in front of us. Fuck. I may have hit the drag-queen's wig... I sprayed my cum everywhere.

My first ejaculation as Ryan Smith!

"Wow! That's a lot of juice." Allan reacted, hysterical.

I felt bad.

Should have I controlled myself more?

"Sorry."

He was laughing his ass off.

"That's okay, dude. Shit happens. In this case, I made it happen actually. I take it as a compliment."

"Should I... Should I finish you up?"

I was still holding his cock but he pulled back.

"Nah, I've already nutted and I have two different shows to perform tomorrow. I need to refill the tank."

He grabbed his balls to make his point clearer.

This was not necessary, I had gotten the metaphor already.

"Well... That was..."

I could not find the right word.

"No need to feel awkward. That was cool. I hope you'll get your gig in San Antonio."

"If I do, it'll be thanks to you, man."

"Ah! You should thank your fat cock instead, that's definitely your best asset. Well, your butt is pretty interesting too."

I cringed a little but I took the compliment.

"I'll keep that in mind."

I was looking for my yellow underwear when Nona Bynaree, the drag-queen, walked inside the backstage.

The animation of the night was over.

"Wow! What do we have here?!" She exclaimed.

Shit. I was still stark naked, bending over to pick up my stuff.

"I... I was just..."

She did not let me speak.

"This one..." She pointed at Allan. "I'm used to see flopping his family jewels around all the time, but this fresh one, that's new!" She said, pointing at me.

"How do you like him?" Allan asked, curious.

"Like a bun coming straight from the oven. He's simply delicious!"

I felt myself getting red.

"Yes. He's nice, isn't he? Maybe a bit of tanning would be good for him, but I was telling Ryan that he has a lot of potential."

"I'm just trying out stripping... I... I'm no professional." I explained.

"Even better!" Nona shouted. "May we take a picture? I'd like a souvenir in case you become a superstar. I won't be showing the bottom on social media, don't worry." She added, staring at my deflating dick.

I thought about it.

Since I would have to show some sort of experience in gay clubs, I thought this picture could not hurt.

I was impersonating Ryan now; it would certainly be helpful to be seen in public in my new identity.

I agreed.

Allan acted as the photographer; he definitely had many talents.

We chatted for a few more minutes, and finally, I retrieved my boxer briefs and the rest of my clothes.

Despite the drag-queen inviting me for a late-night drink, I decided to leave the club.

I had completed my first mission, and some more!

Funny enough, Nona Bynaree did not know she was coming back home with a wig stained with my cum.

Ryan was definitely a wild card!