UNDERCOVER

[thehottestmenxx]

Chapter 6: Wet Wrestling Mania (Part 2)

Once the countdown reached zero, Manuel and I hugged to end the round and a pop tune started blasting off in the heated club.

I did not know what it was about at first, but I quickly understood that I was meant to dance, shimmer, and grind with the rest of the stripping crew.

I was not a great dancer, but thankfully, the Man of Steel had taught me it was not really about the moves, and more about the lascivious poses we could hold.

Being shameless, this, I could do!

We ended up peeling off the straps from our singlets to reveal our chests but for now, it did not go any further than that.

To be fair, our respective cocks were pretty much on display already. Whatever liquid was in that damn pool, it had made our Lycra singlet almost translucent.

I used that opportunity to scan the demanding crowd.

Many young guys, but many older men as well. It was pretty diverse. Practically only men though. The large majority of them were already shirtless.

At the bar, beyond the excited customers gathered around the main stage, there were a few chiller guys having a drink.

I recognized the business man from earlier, Mr. Ferguson, my boss.

The bartender Jake had told me that he was not supposed to stay for long but apparently, the supervisor wanted to check on how the show was going.

Maybe he was checking on me, the new guy, specifically?

All the more reason to do a great performance.

I was genuinely trying my best.

Sadly though, there was no hint of Kravchenko anywhere. The target was not in his establishment that night and he would not see me bending over for a few more applauses.

After this first performance, we had a twenty minutes break before going back on stage.

Lamar took me aside when we returned to the dressing room.

"You're good, rookie?"

"Yes... I think so. Is there something wrong?"

He smiled at me and slapped my ass. Hard.

Clearly, it was the only way these men knew how to communicate!

"Nothing wrong Smith, you did great back there. The public already loves you, but keep your focus for the rest of the show, the night's only starting."

I nodded yes. I was somewhat reassured.

Around me, the rest of the crew was getting out from their singlets, only to work on their cocks some more.

Lesson number 1: you should always sport a firm hard cock when you walk on a stripping stage.

Matthew was using the pump but the Lopes cousins were having a more natural approach, furiously stroking their cocks with their hands, watching some porn clips on their phones.

It was the first time I was seeing their junks in full display.

Definitely, having a horse-cock was a criterion to get a job there... Lucky for me, I had been blessed with a huge dick myself!

I followed their leads and wanked off before the second performance. I wanted to be, at the very least, as good as they were.

Probably my competitive spirit speaking, once again.

I also drank a lot of water; The atmosphere and my own body were for sure overheated.

Water, I would have more of during the next bit of the show.

We were called back on stage, the pool was still there, but this time, we were asked to scramble inside all together.

The inflatable pool was rather large but with four muscle hunks standing in it, it was bound to create more rubbing and frictions.

Lamar returned behind the microphone.

"Now that you are all equipped, at the end of my countdown, you will shoot! The last man standing will win this round for his team!"

Shoot?

What the fuck?!

I looked at Javier on my side, he did not seem as perplexed as I was.

"3... 2... 1..."

What was about to happen?

Finally, I was hit... By a stream of cold water.

Javier who I was still looking at was hit as well, right in the mouth that he opened wide.

Below us, many of the customers had been handed small water-guns and they were targeting us, trying to make us fall.

Honestly, this was a lot of fun!

Our only job? Turning on ourselves so they could spray every inch of our anatomy and make sure that our outfit would turn more and more translucent.

It was a great way to get the audience engaged, I thought.

Even I, took a good like at Matthew's smooth peachy bum, getting slowly more apparent as he was sprayed proficiently.

Wet Wrestling Mania was keeping all of its promises!

Because he was so adamant to twerk once again, Juicy was eventually the first one to lose his balance, to slip, and fall.

I was then competing by myself against the Lopes' cousins and, in my opinion, team pink was downright cheating as they were helping each other staying strong, firmly holding each other's waists.

Their dark hair was dripping wet and they seemed to be having the time of their lives.

Once again, I considered that working as a stripper was not that bad of a job after all.

I caressed my wet chest to entertain the audience.

As none of us three was losing their balance, after ten minutes, Lamar told us we were allowed to mess with one another.

More male-on-male action? Of course! I should have seen that coming.

On cue, Javier and Manuel tried to circle me and make me slip, but in their excitement, they were the ones sliding uncontrollably.

Javier fell first and grabbed my cock as if it was a freaking life boat!

It was not, and I stayed strong.

But then, it was Manuel who dragged me down with him, grabbing my thighs as he was himself collapsing. We fell together as one.

We were all lying in the slippery inflatable pool and I could no longer identify which foot, biceps, cock, or ass was sliding against my face.

Damn... The things you have to do to arrest a drug dealer!

One thing was for sure: my cock was hard as a damn rock, showing me that I did not dislike this sausage fest as much as I thought I would.

Maybe those bisexual porn movies I used to watch were not so meaningless after all...

"Well, boys, it seems like it will be difficult to define a winning team in this big mess of muscles and flesh!" Lamar explained.

Obviously, he knew what he was doing and this anticipated failure was only a plot to make us win more money.

I glanced at the bar again and Ferguson had seemingly left.

To crown a winning team, Lamar decided that the audience would vote. And how would they vote? By shoving dollar bills in a jar that each respective stripper would carry around in the crowd!

The money in each jar would be our tips for the night. Genius idea!

And it did seem like I was about to make a lot of money, as I started walking in the club, among the hundreds of hands feeling me up, - the audience had almost doubled in size since the beginning of the show -, there were also hundreds of dollars being thrown my way.

I could get felt up for less!

Wait...

What was I talking about? I was not really a stripper! This money did not mean anything for me. Or did it?

The praising from the crowd though, that was definitely good for my ego.

Team Blue for the win!

I was not sure if it was my novelty on the scene, or Matthew's juicy (indeed!) ass, but by the end of wandering around the club, our jar was significantly fuller than the pink team's.

Manuel and Javier had to concede defeat.

I naively thought it meant that the Wet Wrestling Mania was over, but it was quite the opposite since winning the team's competition only signified that I had qualified for the big finale against my own teammate, Juicy!

The final round had rules as simple as the two which preceded.

"Gentlemen, the first one who gets his opponent fully naked will win the Wet Wrestling Mania 2024! As our first losers and to encourage our finalists, please welcome to the stage Big J. and Big M. in their birthday suits!"

I turned around to see my gym buddies, not only walking stark-naked on stage, but also fully hard, their massive caramel cocks seemingly about to burst, pointing towards the ceiling.

I gulped.

That was a lot to take in... In all senses of the word.

But I did not have much time to consider this new development, Matthew was already all over me, trying to rip the straps of my singlet and to peel it off from me.

I was sweating and sticking very much, the thing was practically glued to my skin... Good luck to him undressing me!

As Javier and Manuel were entertaining the public, stroking themselves on their respective platforms, Matthew and I were fighting in the last and most exhausting round of the night to get one of us naked.

We were intertwined like crazy and it had been a long time since I had not been so close to anyone else.

That certainly explained my raging erection.

Five minutes in, I was losing stamina but my chest was out in the open. It was pretty much the same scenario for Matthew.

We had gotten the tops off, but the bottom of each of our singlet was resisting.

As I said, we were sticky as fuck and those were tight!

I had to find a way to have him but it was more and more difficult to make progress as we were barely able to maintain a hold with our slimy hands.

What a damn mess!

I would have to wear him down. Literally.

The up-tempo techno music was blasting off in the club, merely covering the screams, howls and chants from the audience.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Manuel's XXL cock leaking and bouncing around; Slipping through my fingers, I was challenging the sluttiest dude I had ever met in my life.

"Juicy" was made for this type of shit.

He was very motivated to unravel and to expose my big throbbing cock, but he was simultaneously playing with the audience and doing the most to make them go wild.

Several times, he slurped on my bare nipples or licked my covered cock to distract me. Or maybe, just because he wanted to!

What a little slut!

After much efforts and not-so-incidental touching and caressing, I finally managed to turn Matthew around so he would be lying on his stomach.

His big ass was poking out.

There, I locked him down as I had done to Manuel during the first round, and I could have a better grip on his singlet.

"Looks like Girthy Ry is making a move for the win here!" Lamar commented.

I was.

After what seemed like an endless battle, I managed to uncover the juiciest smoothest butt ever.

Frankly, despite the fact that he was a man, I only wanted to dive in that perfectly-looking ass!

The reveal was slow and sensual. The audience was hysterical. At this point, Matthew had stopped fighting and he let me handle him.

I bet that he was loving this.

In a spontaneous move, I lied myself against him and lodged my cock inside his inviting ass crack.

I was still (barely) wearing my singlet but he was buck naked and therefore, we were very close to be actually banging on stage.

That would have been quite the setting for my first time with another dude!

Eventually, I slapped his bare ass and took the singlet entirely out of him. I had effectively won.

Matthew stood up, the biggest smirk on his face and he presented his naked body to the audience.

He had quite a fat cock as well, but not nearly as big as Lamar's, Javier's, Manuel's or mine.

His main asset was definitely his back, and he knew it for sure.

He bent over and spread his cheeks to display his pink asshole.

I felt more precum sliding in my singlet.

Fucking hell, this guy was actually turning me on... I could not deny it anymore.

On the sides, Javier and Manuel were now dancing on the pole. They had stopped wanking off but their cocks were still hard and dripping.

"And our rookie, Girty Ry is our big winner of the day!"

Lamar came out of nowhere and lifted me off the ground to parade me around.

He was slapping my ass as he was simultaneously bringing me to the backstage.

The time was up, we were ending the show.

I was almost frustrated not to jizz in the middle of the stage but I was told later on that this was something which was only done in the private rooms, well-hidden behind the red curtains.

The Rainbow Club was a classy establishment after all.

[To be continued]
[Read more chapters of Undercover and many more exclusive stories on Patreon!]

 

[fidibus]

I like your storys so much. Was also totaly into summer at the farm. This show was great and I am looking forward to what happens next.

 

[joefannyc]

waiting for the next chapter

 

[michaelnola]

Chapter 6: Wet Wrestling Mania (Part 2)

Once the countdown reached zero, Manuel and I hugged to end the round and a pop tune started blasting off in the heated club.

I did not know what it was about at first, but I quickly understood that I was meant to dance, shimmer, and grind with the rest of the stripping crew.

I was not a great dancer, but thankfully, the Man of Steel had taught me it was not really about the moves, and more about the lascivious poses we could hold.

Being shameless, this, I could do!

We ended up peeling off the straps from our singlets to reveal our chests but for now, it did not go any further than that.

To be fair, our respective cocks were pretty much on display already. Whatever liquid was in that damn pool, it had made our Lycra singlet almost translucent.

I used that opportunity to scan the demanding crowd.

Many young guys, but many older men as well. It was pretty diverse. Practically only men though. The large majority of them were already shirtless.

At the bar, beyond the excited customers gathered around the main stage, there were a few chiller guys having a drink.

I recognized the business man from earlier, Mr. Ferguson, my boss.

The bartender Jake had told me that he was not supposed to stay for long but apparently, the supervisor wanted to check on how the show was going.

Maybe he was checking on me, the new guy, specifically?

All the more reason to do a great performance.

I was genuinely trying my best.

Sadly though, there was no hint of Kravchenko anywhere. The target was not in his establishment that night and he would not see me bending over for a few more applauses.

After this first performance, we had a twenty minutes break before going back on stage.

Lamar took me aside when we returned to the dressing room.

"You're good, rookie?"

"Yes... I think so. Is there something wrong?"

He smiled at me and slapped my ass. Hard.

Clearly, it was the only way these men knew how to communicate!

"Nothing wrong Smith, you did great back there. The public already loves you, but keep your focus for the rest of the show, the night's only starting."

I nodded yes. I was somewhat reassured.

Around me, the rest of the crew was getting out from their singlets, only to work on their cocks some more.

Lesson number 1: you should always sport a firm hard cock when you walk on a stripping stage.

Matthew was using the pump but the Lopes cousins were having a more natural approach, furiously stroking their cocks with their hands, watching some porn clips on their phones.

It was the first time I was seeing their junks in full display.

Definitely, having a horse-cock was a criterion to get a job there... Lucky for me, I had been blessed with a huge dick myself!

I followed their leads and wanked off before the second performance. I wanted to be, at the very least, as good as they were.

Probably my competitive spirit speaking, once again.

I also drank a lot of water; The atmosphere and my own body were for sure overheated.

Water, I would have more of during the next bit of the show.

We were called back on stage, the pool was still there, but this time, we were asked to scramble inside all together.

The inflatable pool was rather large but with four muscle hunks standing in it, it was bound to create more rubbing and frictions.

Lamar returned behind the microphone.

"Now that you are all equipped, at the end of my countdown, you will shoot! The last man standing will win this round for his team!"

Shoot?

What the fuck?!

I looked at Javier on my side, he did not seem as perplexed as I was.

"3... 2... 1..."

What was about to happen?

Finally, I was hit... By a stream of cold water.

Javier who I was still looking at was hit as well, right in the mouth that he opened wide.

Below us, many of the customers had been handed small water-guns and they were targeting us, trying to make us fall.

Honestly, this was a lot of fun!

Our only job? Turning on ourselves so they could spray every inch of our anatomy and make sure that our outfit would turn more and more translucent.

It was a great way to get the audience engaged, I thought.

Even I, took a good like at Matthew's smooth peachy bum, getting slowly more apparent as he was sprayed proficiently.

Wet Wrestling Mania was keeping all of its promises!

Because he was so adamant to twerk once again, Juicy was eventually the first one to lose his balance, to slip, and fall.

I was then competing by myself against the Lopes' cousins and, in my opinion, team pink was downright cheating as they were helping each other staying strong, firmly holding each other's waists.

Their dark hair was dripping wet and they seemed to be having the time of their lives.

Once again, I considered that working as a stripper was not that bad of a job after all.

I caressed my wet chest to entertain the audience.

As none of us three was losing their balance, after ten minutes, Lamar told us we were allowed to mess with one another.

More male-on-male action? Of course! I should have seen that coming.

On cue, Javier and Manuel tried to circle me and make me slip, but in their excitement, they were the ones sliding uncontrollably.

Javier fell first and grabbed my cock as if it was a freaking life boat!

It was not, and I stayed strong.

But then, it was Manuel who dragged me down with him, grabbing my thighs as he was himself collapsing. We fell together as one.

We were all lying in the slippery inflatable pool and I could no longer identify which foot, biceps, cock, or ass was sliding against my face.

Damn... The things you have to do to arrest a drug dealer!

One thing was for sure: my cock was hard as a damn rock, showing me that I did not dislike this sausage fest as much as I thought I would.

Maybe those bisexual porn movies I used to watch were not so meaningless after all...

"Well, boys, it seems like it will be difficult to define a winning team in this big mess of muscles and flesh!" Lamar explained.

Obviously, he knew what he was doing and this anticipated failure was only a plot to make us win more money.

I glanced at the bar again and Ferguson had seemingly left.

To crown a winning team, Lamar decided that the audience would vote. And how would they vote? By shoving dollar bills in a jar that each respective stripper would carry around in the crowd!

The money in each jar would be our tips for the night. Genius idea!

And it did seem like I was about to make a lot of money, as I started walking in the club, among the hundreds of hands feeling me up, - the audience had almost doubled in size since the beginning of the show -, there were also hundreds of dollars being thrown my way.

I could get felt up for less!

Wait...

What was I talking about? I was not really a stripper! This money did not mean anything for me. Or did it?

The praising from the crowd though, that was definitely good for my ego.

Team Blue for the win!

I was not sure if it was my novelty on the scene, or Matthew's juicy (indeed!) ass, but by the end of wandering around the club, our jar was significantly fuller than the pink team's.

Manuel and Javier had to concede defeat.

I naively thought it meant that the Wet Wrestling Mania was over, but it was quite the opposite since winning the team's competition only signified that I had qualified for the big finale against my own teammate, Juicy!

The final round had rules as simple as the two which preceded.

"Gentlemen, the first one who gets his opponent fully naked will win the Wet Wrestling Mania 2024! As our first losers and to encourage our finalists, please welcome to the stage Big J. and Big M. in their birthday suits!"

I turned around to see my gym buddies, not only walking stark-naked on stage, but also fully hard, their massive caramel cocks seemingly about to burst, pointing towards the ceiling.

I gulped.

That was a lot to take in... In all senses of the word.

But I did not have much time to consider this new development, Matthew was already all over me, trying to rip the straps of my singlet and to peel it off from me.

I was sweating and sticking very much, the thing was practically glued to my skin... Good luck to him undressing me!

As Javier and Manuel were entertaining the public, stroking themselves on their respective platforms, Matthew and I were fighting in the last and most exhausting round of the night to get one of us naked.

We were intertwined like crazy and it had been a long time since I had not been so close to anyone else.

That certainly explained my raging erection.

Five minutes in, I was losing stamina but my chest was out in the open. It was pretty much the same scenario for Matthew.

We had gotten the tops off, but the bottom of each of our singlet was resisting.

As I said, we were sticky as fuck and those were tight!

I had to find a way to have him but it was more and more difficult to make progress as we were barely able to maintain a hold with our slimy hands.

What a damn mess!

I would have to wear him down. Literally.

The up-tempo techno music was blasting off in the club, merely covering the screams, howls and chants from the audience.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Manuel's XXL cock leaking and bouncing around; Slipping through my fingers, I was challenging the sluttiest dude I had ever met in my life.

"Juicy" was made for this type of shit.

He was very motivated to unravel and to expose my big throbbing cock, but he was simultaneously playing with the audience and doing the most to make them go wild.

Several times, he slurped on my bare nipples or licked my covered cock to distract me. Or maybe, just because he wanted to!

What a little slut!

After much efforts and not-so-incidental touching and caressing, I finally managed to turn Matthew around so he would be lying on his stomach.

His big ass was poking out.

There, I locked him down as I had done to Manuel during the first round, and I could have a better grip on his singlet.

"Looks like Girthy Ry is making a move for the win here!" Lamar commented.

I was.

After what seemed like an endless battle, I managed to uncover the juiciest smoothest butt ever.

Frankly, despite the fact that he was a man, I only wanted to dive in that perfectly-looking ass!

The reveal was slow and sensual. The audience was hysterical. At this point, Matthew had stopped fighting and he let me handle him.

I bet that he was loving this.

In a spontaneous move, I lied myself against him and lodged my cock inside his inviting ass crack.

I was still (barely) wearing my singlet but he was buck naked and therefore, we were very close to be actually banging on stage.

That would have been quite the setting for my first time with another dude!

Eventually, I slapped his bare ass and took the singlet entirely out of him. I had effectively won.

Matthew stood up, the biggest smirk on his face and he presented his naked body to the audience.

He had quite a fat cock as well, but not nearly as big as Lamar's, Javier's, Manuel's or mine.

His main asset was definitely his back, and he knew it for sure.

He bent over and spread his cheeks to display his pink asshole.

I felt more precum sliding in my singlet.

Fucking hell, this guy was actually turning me on... I could not deny it anymore.

On the sides, Javier and Manuel were now dancing on the pole. They had stopped wanking off but their cocks were still hard and dripping.

"And our rookie, Girty Ry is our big winner of the day!"

Lamar came out of nowhere and lifted me off the ground to parade me around.

He was slapping my ass as he was simultaneously bringing me to the backstage.

The time was up, we were ending the show.

I was almost frustrated not to jizz in the middle of the stage but I was told later on that this was something which was only done in the private rooms, well-hidden behind the red curtains.

The Rainbow Club was a classy establishment after all.

[To be continued]
[Read more chapters of Undercover and many more exclusive stories on Patreon!]

Awesome update as usual. This hot as fuck---damn--great writing ass always. You are the best...

 

[fidibus]

Chapter 6: Wet Wrestling Mania (Part 2) Once the countdown reached zero, Manuel and I hugged to end the round and a pop tune started blasting off in the heated club. I did not know what it was about at first, but I quickly understood that I was meant to dance, shimmer, and grind with the rest of the stripping crew. I was not a great dancer, but thankfully, the Man of Steel had taught me it was not really about the moves, and more about the lascivious poses we could hold. Being shameless, this, I could do! We ended up peeling off the straps from our singlets to reveal our chests but for now, it did not go any further than that. To be fair, our respective cocks were pretty much on display already. Whatever liquid was in that damn pool, it had made our Lycra singlet almost translucent. I used that opportunity to scan the demanding crowd. Many young guys, but many older men as well. It was pretty diverse. Practically only men though. The large majority of them were already shirtless. At the bar, beyond the excited customers gathered around the main stage, there were a few chiller guys having a drink. I recognized the business man from earlier, Mr. Ferguson, my boss. The bartender Jake had told me that he was not supposed to stay for long but apparently, the supervisor wanted to check on how the show was going. Maybe he was checking on me, the new guy, specifically? All the more reason to do a great performance. I was genuinely trying my best. Sadly though, there was no hint of Kravchenko anywhere. The target was not in his establishment that night and he would not see me bending over for a few more applauses. After this first performance, we had a twenty minutes break before going back on stage. Lamar took me aside when we returned to the dressing room. "You're good, rookie?" "Yes... I think so. Is there something wrong?" He smiled at me and slapped my ass. Hard. Clearly, it was the only way these men knew how to communicate! "Nothing wrong Smith, you did great back there. The public already loves you, but keep your focus for the rest of the show, the night's only starting." I nodded yes. I was somewhat reassured. Around me, the rest of the crew was getting out from their singlets, only to work on their cocks some more. Lesson number 1: you should always sport a firm hard cock when you walk on a stripping stage. Matthew was using the pump but the Lopes cousins were having a more natural approach, furiously stroking their cocks with their hands, watching some porn clips on their phones. It was the first time I was seeing their junks in full display. Definitely, having a horse-cock was a criterion to get a job there... Lucky for me, I had been blessed with a huge dick myself! I followed their leads and wanked off before the second performance. I wanted to be, at the very least, as good as they were. Probably my competitive spirit speaking, once again. I also drank a lot of water; The atmosphere and my own body were for sure overheated. Water, I would have more of during the next bit of the show. We were called back on stage, the pool was still there, but this time, we were asked to scramble inside all together. The inflatable pool was rather large but with four muscle hunks standing in it, it was bound to create more rubbing and frictions. Lamar returned behind the microphone. "Now that you are all equipped, at the end of my countdown, you will shoot! The last man standing will win this round for his team!" Shoot? What the fuck?! I looked at Javier on my side, he did not seem as perplexed as I was. "3... 2... 1..." What was about to happen? Finally, I was hit... By a stream of cold water. Javier who I was still looking at was hit as well, right in the mouth that he opened wide. Below us, many of the customers had been handed small water-guns and they were targeting us, trying to make us fall. Honestly, this was a lot of fun! Our only job? Turning on ourselves so they could spray every inch of our anatomy and make sure that our outfit would turn more and more translucent. It was a great way to get the audience engaged, I thought. Even I, took a good like at Matthew's smooth peachy bum, getting slowly more apparent as he was sprayed proficiently. Wet Wrestling Mania was keeping all of its promises! Because he was so adamant to twerk once again, Juicy was eventually the first one to lose his balance, to slip, and fall. I was then competing by myself against the Lopes' cousins and, in my opinion, team pink was downright cheating as they were helping each other staying strong, firmly holding each other's waists. Their dark hair was dripping wet and they seemed to be having the time of their lives. Once again, I considered that working as a stripper was not that bad of a job after all. I caressed my wet chest to entertain the audience. As none of us three was losing their balance, after ten minutes, Lamar told us we were allowed to mess with one another. More male-on-male action? Of course! I should have seen that coming. On cue, Javier and Manuel tried to circle me and make me slip, but in their excitement, they were the ones sliding uncontrollably. Javier fell first and grabbed my cock as if it was a freaking life boat! It was not, and I stayed strong. But then, it was Manuel who dragged me down with him, grabbing my thighs as he was himself collapsing. We fell together as one. We were all lying in the slippery inflatable pool and I could no longer identify which foot, biceps, cock, or ass was sliding against my face. Damn... The things you have to do to arrest a drug dealer! One thing was for sure: my cock was hard as a damn rock, showing me that I did not dislike this sausage fest as much as I thought I would. Maybe those bisexual porn movies I used to watch were not so meaningless after all... "Well, boys, it seems like it will be difficult to define a winning team in this big mess of muscles and flesh!" Lamar explained. Obviously, he knew what he was doing and this anticipated failure was only a plot to make us win more money. I glanced at the bar again and Ferguson had seemingly left. To crown a winning team, Lamar decided that the audience would vote. And how would they vote? By shoving dollar bills in a jar that each respective stripper would carry around in the crowd! The money in each jar would be our tips for the night. Genius idea! And it did seem like I was about to make a lot of money, as I started walking in the club, among the hundreds of hands feeling me up, - the audience had almost doubled in size since the beginning of the show -, there were also hundreds of dollars being thrown my way. I could get felt up for less! Wait... What was I talking about? I was not really a stripper! This money did not mean anything for me. Or did it? The praising from the crowd though, that was definitely good for my ego. Team Blue for the win! I was not sure if it was my novelty on the scene, or Matthew's juicy (indeed!) ass, but by the end of wandering around the club, our jar was significantly fuller than the pink team's. Manuel and Javier had to concede defeat. I naively thought it meant that the Wet Wrestling Mania was over, but it was quite the opposite since winning the team's competition only signified that I had qualified for the big finale against my own teammate, Juicy! The final round had rules as simple as the two which preceded. "Gentlemen, the first one who gets his opponent fully naked will win the Wet Wrestling Mania 2024! As our first losers and to encourage our finalists, please welcome to the stage Big J. and Big M. in their birthday suits!" I turned around to see my gym buddies, not only walking stark-naked on stage, but also fully hard, their massive caramel cocks seemingly about to burst, pointing towards the ceiling. I gulped. That was a lot to take in... In all senses of the word. But I did not have much time to consider this new development, Matthew was already all over me, trying to rip the straps of my singlet and to peel it off from me. I was sweating and sticking very much, the thing was practically glued to my skin... Good luck to him undressing me! As Javier and Manuel were entertaining the public, stroking themselves on their respective platforms, Matthew and I were fighting in the last and most exhausting round of the night to get one of us naked. We were intertwined like crazy and it had been a long time since I had not been so close to anyone else. That certainly explained my raging erection. Five minutes in, I was losing stamina but my chest was out in the open. It was pretty much the same scenario for Matthew. We had gotten the tops off, but the bottom of each of our singlet was resisting. As I said, we were sticky as fuck and those were tight! I had to find a way to have him but it was more and more difficult to make progress as we were barely able to maintain a hold with our slimy hands. What a damn mess! I would have to wear him down. Literally. The up-tempo techno music was blasting off in the club, merely covering the screams, howls and chants from the audience. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Manuel's XXL cock leaking and bouncing around; Slipping through my fingers, I was challenging the sluttiest dude I had ever met in my life. "Juicy" was made for this type of shit. He was very motivated to unravel and to expose my big throbbing cock, but he was simultaneously playing with the audience and doing the most to make them go wild. Several times, he slurped on my bare nipples or licked my covered cock to distract me. Or maybe, just because he wanted to! What a little slut! After much efforts and not-so-incidental touching and caressing, I finally managed to turn Matthew around so he would be lying on his stomach. His big ass was poking out. There, I locked him down as I had done to Manuel during the first round, and I could have a better grip on his singlet. "Looks like Girthy Ry is making a move for the win here!" Lamar commented. I was. After what seemed like an endless battle, I managed to uncover the juiciest smoothest butt ever. Frankly, despite the fact that he was a man, I only wanted to dive in that perfectly-looking ass! The reveal was slow and sensual. The audience was hysterical. At this point, Matthew had stopped fighting and he let me handle him. I bet that he was loving this. In a spontaneous move, I lied myself against him and lodged my cock inside his inviting ass crack. I was still (barely) wearing my singlet but he was buck naked and therefore, we were very close to be actually banging on stage. That would have been quite the setting for my first time with another dude! Eventually, I slapped his bare ass and took the singlet entirely out of him. I had effectively won. Matthew stood up, the biggest smirk on his face and he presented his naked body to the audience. He had quite a fat cock as well, but not nearly as big as Lamar's, Javier's, Manuel's or mine. His main asset was definitely his back, and he knew it for sure. He bent over and spread his cheeks to display his pink asshole. I felt more precum sliding in my singlet. Fucking hell, this guy was actually turning me on... I could not deny it anymore. On the sides, Javier and Manuel were now dancing on the pole. They had stopped wanking off but their cocks were still hard and dripping. "And our rookie, Girty Ry is our big winner of the day!" Lamar came out of nowhere and lifted me off the ground to parade me around. He was slapping my ass as he was simultaneously bringing me to the backstage. The time was up, we were ending the show. I was almost frustrated not to jizz in the middle of the stage but I was told later on that this was something which was only done in the private rooms, well-hidden behind the red curtains. The Rainbow Club was a classy establishment after all. [To be continued] [Read more chapters of Undercover and many more exclusive stories on Patreon!]

 

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Chapter 7: Girthy Ry (Part 1)

Lamar was satisfied with me and apparently, his boss Mr. Ferguson was too.

After my debut performance, I was officially integrated within the strippers' crew.

Aside from Matthew (Juicy), Javier (Big J.), and Manuel (Big M.), three more strippers were regularly working at the Rainbow Club.

I met with Colin (Magic Boy), the younger boy of the crew, freshly 19 and currently studying to become a dentist, on Sunday night.

The boy had been shaking his (supposedly) straight ginger ass to pay for his tuition for about seven months.

The evening, we worked together for the first time, we were both wearing fluorescent thongs and most of the performance consisted in rubbing our respective butts against one another.

Classy.

As Kyle, I would have hated this, as Ryan, I was fine with it, and as Girthy Ry, my stripping persona, I was almost excited about the lewd show.

Hell, why should I lie?

I was DEFINITELY excited about it and my spontaneous hard-on, poking out from my slutty underwear, was the ultimate proof of that.

Colin was impressed with my package and confided that, - despite his full eight inches -, he was still hoping his dick could grow until he reached the age of 20.

For some reason, he was taking the size of his dong very seriously.

"I've read some medical studies saying that you don't reach your full size until you're 21. For some men at least. When did you stop growing down there?"

"How should I know? I don't tape my junks every morning." I joked.

He did not find my answer funny.

"Yeah, well, I've discussed it with senior medical students on campus and I'm currently on a special diet to maximize my chances at getting an extra inch. No matter what anybody says, size matters!"

I wondered what sort of stupid experiment those college boys were up to but I did not ask any more question.

Colin did swallow a couple of hard-boiled eggs right there and drink a weird green potion before returning inside the club.

It was time to go back on stage for the full nude-show.

First time I would actually be entirely naked on the stage by the way.

Once again, it went great and I thought that Captain Gordon had done a great job picking me for this undercover job.

Nobody in the precinct could have moved their bodies as I was shimmering mine!

I met with Will (Massive Will) a former homeless man turned gogo-dancer and Jeffrey (The Magic Stick) on Tuesday night for a special shower show.

Will had recently found out that his massive black cock could earn him a ticket back into having a decent life.

As for Jeffrey, I only understood his nickname when he got stark naked and I realized that he could do some crazy tricks with his 7.5 inches dick.

Namely, he could retract and push forward his prominent foreskin without touching his dick, and he was even able to make his balls move up and down in his sack by the sole power of his (dirty) mind.

Pretty wild.

Jeffrey was a freak but the audience loved him.

Manuel and Javier were there also, both sharing a shower and basically fucking on stage.

There was no actual penetration though. Just like cumming, the blowjobs or sodomies were only happening inside the private rooms, behind the red curtains.

Those were the strict instructions coming from Ferguson himself.

"No jizz on the stage."

Overall, I was getting along fine with the team, the bartenders, and pretty much everyone was willing to give me advice or help me out to make more money.

It seemed like the only person I had not met yet was the owner of the establishment, my target, Artem Kravchenko.

The Police Department had told me that he would hang out in his own clubs often but after a week shaking my ass for the Rainbow's crowds, there was still no sign of him.

Since there had not been any new development, I had no reason to discuss with Peter and therefore, it was as if I really was Ryan Smith, the brand-new stripper in town.

I got into my routine and fully lived my life as my undercover character.

The only new piece of information I gathered came from Will when he explained how Artem had literally spotted him in the streets when he did not have a roof over his head, and offered him a job in his club.

"He's been a life saver." Will explained seriously as he was pumping his humongous cock one night.

He was even bigger than Lamar or Manuel down there, and trust me, this was saying something.

I had never seen a cock that large. It looked almost unreal, so large and so meaty. More than ten inches for sure.

"Really? How did he approach you?"

"Very casually. I was chatting with a buddy of mine, trading cigarettes on the streets. We were in the fancy part of the city, - not our usual spot -, and suddenly, that man in a white suit appeared from nowhere. It was like a divine apparition."

I was not the only one catching on Artem's extraordinary aura then...

"And he told you, what? Nice bulge? Come work in my club?"

"Basically. Almost exactly those words actually!"

"Really?"

"I was wearing an old pair of ripped shorts, it was last year during another summer heatwave, I guess that I was kind of on display." He looked down at the humongous cock he was still pumping.

"It's like a movie scenario."

"Rag to riches plotline." Will smiled. "Then, Kravchenko gave me a deposit. Right there on the street, 2.000$! My buddy was dead jealous. It was kinda scary too, what did this rich guy want from me? But it worked out well."

I tried not to sound too curious.

"And have you seen him again since then?"

"A few times, here, at the club. I thought he would try to do something weird but he was always professional. Mr. Kravchenko is a solid guy. I was struggling to make ends meet and now I can offer a home to my two daughters. I'm still fighting to get longer custody of them but their mother is an unsufferable bitch."

I relayed the information as soon as I got back to the apartment, - about Kravchenko, not about Will's bitchy ex -, during a quick phone call with Peter.

For once, I had something to share, even if it was barely anything.

Peter seemed interested enough though. Anything we could gather on our target could prove itself useful on the long run.

He also seemed surprised about the anecdote.

"You're sure that the guy, Will, is telling the whole truth? He didn't have to suck the man's cock for these two grands?"

"I can never be sure but he seemed genuine. Will is a pretty simple guy, not the sort to make up stories."

"Thank you. And how is the mission going otherwise? How are you handling the stripping gig?"

"I'm fine. I think everyone is buying into the character, no question or nothing sus."

"Yeah. I heard about your new nickname... Girthy Ry!"

I did not miss on the teasing in his tone.

It was one thing to be called like this in the club, it was another when it was coming from one of my superiors and colleagues from the P.D.

When working at the club under my false identity, it felt like nothing was real or mattered. I could do anything; it was not really me. I was having fun.

But when I was taking a step back, I had some mixed feelings about the mission.

"I'm doing the best that I can to remain credible!" I replied, a bit dry and frustrated.

"And you're doing an excellent job at it! You're a great cop, Kyle."

I had not been called by my real name in an entire week. It felt odd.

The call basically ended there, - I liked Peter but we would never dwell on too long -, and I went to bed, glancing at the camera in the ceiling.

Amber, my neighbor, had liked a few of my posts on Ryan's Instagram.

I was not really sure what I was supposed to do with that. On one hand, she was hot as fuck, on the other hand, I had to stay focused on the mission.

Besides, and I could not ignore this, lately, I had tended to enjoy the male's company more than I usually did...

As I mentioned, it was like playing a character had allowed me to let some hidden parts of me surface.

I fell asleep a little anxious and confused.

I could not make the cliché mistake of getting lost into my false identity. I was still Kyle, only playing the role of Ryan to get the task done and take down a drug lord.

I went training at the gym with Manuel and Javier the next morning.

We had become even closer since we were working at the same place and our gym time had turned into a giant horsing around session from the locker-rooms, to the showers, to the actual working-out.

Honestly, I did not have much friends back in Dallas, especially amongst my uptight colleagues, and the Lopes cousins were cool.

They were non-judgmental, always up for some fun, and very good when it came to helping me getting bulkier. It was like they were owning the freaking gym.

Manuel was my assigned spotter and he was always pushing me to my limits.

He also gave me a front row seat to his dangling cock...

I was far from being as broad as they were, but I was definitely making progress on my reps.

While we were about to change back into our everyday clothes, - a pair of small shorts and a tank top -, I noticed a rubber-banding large stacks of cash in Manuel's sport bag.

I immediately looked away but it was too late, he had caught me glancing.

"What are you staring at there?"

"I'm not staring."

Anything which may have made me look too nosy could have been fatal to the mission.

"Maybe you should take a look." Manuel grabbed the pile of cash from his bag. "There's three grands here."

"Put that away, man." His cousin advised him.

"Chill. Nobody else is here and Ryan is cool."

Seeing that much money held so close to that big of a flaccid cock was quite intimidating.

I tried to stay collected and act normally. I hoped I would not learn something too bad, a part of me did not want to have to tell on Manuel to the undercover team.

I wanted to get the target in prison, not those boys.

"Javier is right, you should put that away, somebody could come in and I didn't mean to look. That's none of my business." I spoke.

Manuel puffed.

"No need to act as if this is poisoned. It's simply what I made the other night. And I meant to talk to you about this shit anyway, you should really go into the private shows business at the Rainbow. That's where the real money is made and Javier is too dumb to get it. That's, right here, is my retirement fund!"

"I'm not a whore." Javier said as he was sliding in his nylon shorts, commando.

"What did you call me, asshole?" His cousin pretended to attack him.

Or maybe he really was mad?

Manuel grabbed Javier's neck forcefully but it was always hard to tell with these two if they were being for real or not.

Javier pushed him back against a locker.

"Get off, your cock is all over me idiot!"

Manuel laughed.

"Sorry, big dick problems, you wouldn't understand."

Javier rolled his eyes. This was a ridiculous statement for sure since the two cousins were both massive in the junks' department.

"You made 3.000 dollars doing private shows? In a single night?" I asked.

"With a single client actually. A very generous donor." Manuel smirked.

"But what did you have to do exactly? What's going on in there?"

"Nothing too crazy. I mean, you do need to be open-minded but nobody had ever fucked my ass and I'm getting closer to have enough money to retire before I hit 30."

I looked at the money.

The character I was playing would certainly be interested in that much cash.

As Kyle Boone, I could not deny that it was even tickling my own interest. It was more than a month of my cop salary before the undercover mission.

This kind of things make you think.

"I turned off a few requests already... Some guys coming at me and asking for a private show, but they were never very clear on their intentions." I explained.

Manuel finally put the money back in his bag.

"You're the one who needs to be clear, you're the one setting the limits you wouldn't cross. Some guys will try to play around them but eh, what are you afraid of? A bunch of homos too lonely to find some dick on GrindR? When you're interacting with them, you are the boss."

"That's fair." I said, non-committal.

"Bro, don't get dragged in this mess by my cousin. He's only trying to find someone for the guy who keeps on requesting a duo performance."

Manuel looked angry for a split second and then his face softened up and he simply said:

"Guilty. Javier's chickening out every time and I wouldn't do those shows with Juicy. This dude is way too eager to feel my big anaconda in his little ass."

"Matthew does have some nice JUICY ass." I could not help to point out.

Javier and Manuel exchanged a quick look but they did not say anything.

A group of guys was walking inside the locker-room to hit the showers and we hurried up outside to grab some healthy lunch.

"Are you scheduled for tonight?" Manuel asked me once we were eating.

"Yes, uniforms night, right?"

"What are you going to wear? I'm going as a naughty army officer."

"That's a surprise. I've got the perfect thing at home!" I replied with a wink.

Frankly, I was excited to wear the slutty cop outfit for the first time.

It had been tempting me in my closet since the day I had moved in San Antonio and finally, there was the perfect opportunity to wear it.

That night, almost all the crew would be there, except for Lamar and Juicy. In the absence of Lamar, it was up to Jeffrey A.K.A. the Magic Stick to lead the pack.

[Chapter 7 continues below]

 

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Chapter 7: Girthy Ry (Part 2)

It was freaking surreal to walk inside the club in the cop costume.

The ultimate inception experience.

I sat on the bar and Jake barely recognized me.

"Oh. Wow, you almost look like a real policeman. I got scared for a second."

His joke almost made me regret my choice immediately.

Although, as per my initial conversation with Peter on the subject, which sort of undercover cop would be dumb enough to dress as a member of the police force?

I was quite literally hiding in plain sight and it was thrilling.

For some reason, it got me even hornier than usual.

I scanned the room and tried to look as sexy as I could be.

On the other side of the club, I caught Manuel walking into a private room with an old guy. A very old guy, like the kind of age you would not think men would still be able to get it up.

Despite our talk, he had not gotten into much details regarding what actually was going on behind the curtain.

Maybe I was better off not knowing.

Jeffrey A.K.A. the Magic Stick came to get me a few moments later for my first performance on stage.

He was dressed as a slutty maid, - stockings, G-strings and suspender belts -, and we joined Will and Javier both dressed as firemen, - armed with the biggest hoses -, on the platform.

I was so used to the drill now that I did not even have to think about it while twerking and receiving dollar bills in my pants.

I even knew the Lady Gaga and Madonna songs by heart. There was also a lot of Charlie XCX playing during our performances.

I used the zipper on the back of my trousers to good use when I revealed my bare ass in the middle of the show.

That was a real crowd-pleasure move, especially when Javier started spanking me.

Some of my new colleagues had told me about the bad spirit and nasty competitions in some of the clubs they had worked before, but there, at the Rainbow, the entire team was chill and working in good fun.

Manuel joined us in his military gear when he was done with his private show.

I thought that I saw a white fluid on the bottom corner of his full lips but maybe it was my imagination talking.

Or my wishful thinking?

Was I hard, again?!

To be fair, I was not jerking off enough lately. I had been advised to keep my balls full at whole time for the nightly performances but it was messing with my libido.

I suppose that the cameras in my new flat were not helping either.

Besides, I had not laid my hands on a woman for more than six weeks at this point, a personal record since my teenage years.

I returned to the bar after my performance because I liked to talk with Jake, - he was super chill -, and Jeffrey (and his damn Magic Stick) could be annoying when he was in charge backstage.

Not to say, a pain in the ass.

A few guys came up to me for pictures and handed me some more twenty-dollar bills.

I did not drink any alcohol since I was on duty but I enjoyed my iced coke. (I wrote coke here, not cock, you pervert!)

"You should go to the private cabin, there, number 3." Jake screamed in my ear while pointing to one of the red curtains.

The techno music was blasting off.

"What for?"

"A client requested a private show from you."

"I don't remember agreeing to this." I shouted back.

Jake had a cheeky smile on his face.

"He's a very peculiar client. You should go, mate. Trust me."

"Peculiar? Like? He's got loads of money?"

"He's super wealthy, that's for sure."

Jake winked at me and went to service another customer.

I was perplexed... and curious.

As Manuel had mentioned, if I was uncomfortable, I could still put my own boundaries and just leave.

I was not going to let myself be bullied by a customer at a gay strip club.

Also, it was only right for my character to take the bait and give this private show a shot, right? It was all for the mission! I was supposed to be a stripper willing to do anything to make some money.

I walked to private room number 3 but it took me some time to get there as I was being felt up by a bunch of clients on the way.

Dang. They were insatiable!

In all fairness, I was looking very hot that night.

Did I forget to zip back my pants or did someone play with the zipper as I moved around? Either way, I arrived at the private cabin in my cop uniform while feeling a breeze against my bare cheeks.

I assumed that whoever the rich client was, he would like it better that way, my bum exposed.

I tried to be my sexiest-self, I opened the curtain and the narrow room was all in the dark except for a single dim purple neon.

This was not too surprising; intimacy and discretion were key there.

A tall man was sitting on a red couch, smoking inside, which was not allowed in the club. He was not looking at me.

I got closer and with the neon purple light, through the smoke, I finally identified him.

Artem Kravchenko, barely acknowledging that I had walked inside the cabin, wearing his dapper beige expensive suit, was smoking a large cigar.

I froze on the spot.

Damn... That explained the "peculiar client" comment!

"S... Sir." I stammered.

He had another drag of his cigar.

For sure, he would not be scolded by the staff for smoking, he owned the entire establishment.

And finally, Artem Kravchenko, the target I had been after for a couple of weeks now, turned his face towards me.

"They call you Girthy Ry... Is this correct?"

"Yes, it is."

He had the faintest smile and he extended his arm. Such long fingers. Such a vibe. And such a surprising firm hand-shake when we had our first contact.

I felt shivers down my spine.

"Nice to meet you, Girthy."

[To be continued]
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Chapter 7: Girthy Ry (Part 1)

Lamar was satisfied with me and apparently, his boss Mr. Ferguson was too.

After my debut performance, I was officially integrated within the strippers' crew.

Aside from Matthew (Juicy), Javier (Big J.), and Manuel (Big M.), three more strippers were regularly working at the Rainbow Club.

I met with Colin (Magic Boy), the younger boy of the crew, freshly 19 and currently studying to become a dentist, on Sunday night.

The boy had been shaking his (supposedly) straight ginger ass to pay for his tuition for about seven months.

The evening, we worked together for the first time, we were both wearing fluorescent thongs and most of the performance consisted in rubbing our respective butts against one another.

Classy.

As Kyle, I would have hated this, as Ryan, I was fine with it, and as Girthy Ry, my stripping persona, I was almost excited about the lewd show.

Hell, why should I lie?

I was DEFINITELY excited about it and my spontaneous hard-on, poking out from my slutty underwear, was the ultimate proof of that.

Colin was impressed with my package and confided that, - despite his full eight inches -, he was still hoping his dick could grow until he reached the age of 20.

For some reason, he was taking the size of his dong very seriously.

"I've read some medical studies saying that you don't reach your full size until you're 21. For some men at least. When did you stop growing down there?"

"How should I know? I don't tape my junks every morning." I joked.

He did not find my answer funny.

"Yeah, well, I've discussed it with senior medical students on campus and I'm currently on a special diet to maximize my chances at getting an extra inch. No matter what anybody says, size matters!"

I wondered what sort of stupid experiment those college boys were up to but I did not ask any more question.

Colin did swallow a couple of hard-boiled eggs right there and drink a weird green potion before returning inside the club.

It was time to go back on stage for the full nude-show.

First time I would actually be entirely naked on the stage by the way.

Once again, it went great and I thought that Captain Gordon had done a great job picking me for this undercover job.

Nobody in the precinct could have moved their bodies as I was shimmering mine!

I met with Will (Massive Will) a former homeless man turned gogo-dancer and Jeffrey (The Magic Stick) on Tuesday night for a special shower show.

Will had recently found out that his massive black cock could earn him a ticket back into having a decent life.

As for Jeffrey, I only understood his nickname when he got stark naked and I realized that he could do some crazy tricks with his 7.5 inches dick.

Namely, he could retract and push forward his prominent foreskin without touching his dick, and he was even able to make his balls move up and down in his sack by the sole power of his (dirty) mind.

Pretty wild.

Jeffrey was a freak but the audience loved him.

Manuel and Javier were there also, both sharing a shower and basically fucking on stage.

There was no actual penetration though. Just like cumming, the blowjobs or sodomies were only happening inside the private rooms, behind the red curtains.

Those were the strict instructions coming from Ferguson himself.

"No jizz on the stage."

Overall, I was getting along fine with the team, the bartenders, and pretty much everyone was willing to give me advice or help me out to make more money.

It seemed like the only person I had not met yet was the owner of the establishment, my target, Artem Kravchenko.

The Police Department had told me that he would hang out in his own clubs often but after a week shaking my ass for the Rainbow's crowds, there was still no sign of him.

Since there had not been any new development, I had no reason to discuss with Peter and therefore, it was as if I really was Ryan Smith, the brand-new stripper in town.

I got into my routine and fully lived my life as my undercover character.

The only new piece of information I gathered came from Will when he explained how Artem had literally spotted him in the streets when he did not have a roof over his head, and offered him a job in his club.

"He's been a life saver." Will explained seriously as he was pumping his humongous cock one night.

He was even bigger than Lamar or Manuel down there, and trust me, this was saying something.

I had never seen a cock that large. It looked almost unreal, so large and so meaty. More than ten inches for sure.

"Really? How did he approach you?"

"Very casually. I was chatting with a buddy of mine, trading cigarettes on the streets. We were in the fancy part of the city, - not our usual spot -, and suddenly, that man in a white suit appeared from nowhere. It was like a divine apparition."

I was not the only one catching on Artem's extraordinary aura then...

"And he told you, what? Nice bulge? Come work in my club?"

"Basically. Almost exactly those words actually!"

"Really?"

"I was wearing an old pair of ripped shorts, it was last year during another summer heatwave, I guess that I was kind of on display." He looked down at the humongous cock he was still pumping.

"It's like a movie scenario."

"Rag to riches plotline." Will smiled. "Then, Kravchenko gave me a deposit. Right there on the street, 2.000$! My buddy was dead jealous. It was kinda scary too, what did this rich guy want from me? But it worked out well."

I tried not to sound too curious.

"And have you seen him again since then?"

"A few times, here, at the club. I thought he would try to do something weird but he was always professional. Mr. Kravchenko is a solid guy. I was struggling to make ends meet and now I can offer a home to my two daughters. I'm still fighting to get longer custody of them but their mother is an unsufferable bitch."

I relayed the information as soon as I got back to the apartment, - about Kravchenko, not about Will's bitchy ex -, during a quick phone call with Peter.

For once, I had something to share, even if it was barely anything.

Peter seemed interested enough though. Anything we could gather on our target could prove itself useful on the long run.

He also seemed surprised about the anecdote.

"You're sure that the guy, Will, is telling the whole truth? He didn't have to suck the man's cock for these two grands?"

"I can never be sure but he seemed genuine. Will is a pretty simple guy, not the sort to make up stories."

"Thank you. And how is the mission going otherwise? How are you handling the stripping gig?"

"I'm fine. I think everyone is buying into the character, no question or nothing sus."

"Yeah. I heard about your new nickname... Girthy Ry!"

I did not miss on the teasing in his tone.

It was one thing to be called like this in the club, it was another when it was coming from one of my superiors and colleagues from the P.D.

When working at the club under my false identity, it felt like nothing was real or mattered. I could do anything; it was not really me. I was having fun.

But when I was taking a step back, I had some mixed feelings about the mission.

"I'm doing the best that I can to remain credible!" I replied, a bit dry and frustrated.

"And you're doing an excellent job at it! You're a great cop, Kyle."

I had not been called by my real name in an entire week. It felt odd.

The call basically ended there, - I liked Peter but we would never dwell on too long -, and I went to bed, glancing at the camera in the ceiling.

Amber, my neighbor, had liked a few of my posts on Ryan's Instagram.

I was not really sure what I was supposed to do with that. On one hand, she was hot as fuck, on the other hand, I had to stay focused on the mission.

Besides, and I could not ignore this, lately, I had tended to enjoy the male's company more than I usually did...

As I mentioned, it was like playing a character had allowed me to let some hidden parts of me surface.

I fell asleep a little anxious and confused.

I could not make the cliché mistake of getting lost into my false identity. I was still Kyle, only playing the role of Ryan to get the task done and take down a drug lord.

I went training at the gym with Manuel and Javier the next morning.

We had become even closer since we were working at the same place and our gym time had turned into a giant horsing around session from the locker-rooms, to the showers, to the actual working-out.

Honestly, I did not have much friends back in Dallas, especially amongst my uptight colleagues, and the Lopes cousins were cool.

They were non-judgmental, always up for some fun, and very good when it came to helping me getting bulkier. It was like they were owning the freaking gym.

Manuel was my assigned spotter and he was always pushing me to my limits.

He also gave me a front row seat to his dangling cock...

I was far from being as broad as they were, but I was definitely making progress on my reps.

While we were about to change back into our everyday clothes, - a pair of small shorts and a tank top -, I noticed a rubber-banding large stacks of cash in Manuel's sport bag.

I immediately looked away but it was too late, he had caught me glancing.

"What are you staring at there?"

"I'm not staring."

Anything which may have made me look too nosy could have been fatal to the mission.

"Maybe you should take a look." Manuel grabbed the pile of cash from his bag. "There's three grands here."

"Put that away, man." His cousin advised him.

"Chill. Nobody else is here and Ryan is cool."

Seeing that much money held so close to that big of a flaccid cock was quite intimidating.

I tried to stay collected and act normally. I hoped I would not learn something too bad, a part of me did not want to have to tell on Manuel to the undercover team.

I wanted to get the target in prison, not those boys.

"Javier is right, you should put that away, somebody could come in and I didn't mean to look. That's none of my business." I spoke.

Manuel puffed.

"No need to act as if this is poisoned. It's simply what I made the other night. And I meant to talk to you about this shit anyway, you should really go into the private shows business at the Rainbow. That's where the real money is made and Javier is too dumb to get it. That's, right here, is my retirement fund!"

"I'm not a whore." Javier said as he was sliding in his nylon shorts, commando.

"What did you call me, asshole?" His cousin pretended to attack him.

Or maybe he really was mad?

Manuel grabbed Javier's neck forcefully but it was always hard to tell with these two if they were being for real or not.

Javier pushed him back against a locker.

"Get off, your cock is all over me idiot!"

Manuel laughed.

"Sorry, big dick problems, you wouldn't understand."

Javier rolled his eyes. This was a ridiculous statement for sure since the two cousins were both massive in the junks' department.

"You made 3.000 dollars doing private shows? In a single night?" I asked.

"With a single client actually. A very generous donor." Manuel smirked.

"But what did you have to do exactly? What's going on in there?"

"Nothing too crazy. I mean, you do need to be open-minded but nobody had ever fucked my ass and I'm getting closer to have enough money to retire before I hit 30."

I looked at the money.

The character I was playing would certainly be interested in that much cash.

As Kyle Boone, I could not deny that it was even tickling my own interest. It was more than a month of my cop salary before the undercover mission.

This kind of things make you think.

"I turned off a few requests already... Some guys coming at me and asking for a private show, but they were never very clear on their intentions." I explained.

Manuel finally put the money back in his bag.

"You're the one who needs to be clear, you're the one setting the limits you wouldn't cross. Some guys will try to play around them but eh, what are you afraid of? A bunch of homos too lonely to find some dick on GrindR? When you're interacting with them, you are the boss."

"That's fair." I said, non-committal.

"Bro, don't get dragged in this mess by my cousin. He's only trying to find someone for the guy who keeps on requesting a duo performance."

Manuel looked angry for a split second and then his face softened up and he simply said:

"Guilty. Javier's chickening out every time and I wouldn't do those shows with Juicy. This dude is way too eager to feel my big anaconda in his little ass."

"Matthew does have some nice JUICY ass." I could not help to point out.

Javier and Manuel exchanged a quick look but they did not say anything.

A group of guys was walking inside the locker-room to hit the showers and we hurried up outside to grab some healthy lunch.

"Are you scheduled for tonight?" Manuel asked me once we were eating.

"Yes, uniforms night, right?"

"What are you going to wear? I'm going as a naughty army officer."

"That's a surprise. I've got the perfect thing at home!" I replied with a wink.

Frankly, I was excited to wear the slutty cop outfit for the first time.

It had been tempting me in my closet since the day I had moved in San Antonio and finally, there was the perfect opportunity to wear it.

That night, almost all the crew would be there, except for Lamar and Juicy. In the absence of Lamar, it was up to Jeffrey A.K.A. the Magic Stick to lead the pack.

[Chapter 7 continues below]

Awesome Chapter--great writing

 

[perrito78]

Va lento pero excelente !! Poco a poco acercándose a la tensión sexual

 

[joefannyc]

Chapter 7: Girthy Ry (Part 2)

It was freaking surreal to walk inside the club in the cop costume.

The ultimate inception experience.

I sat on the bar and Jake barely recognized me.

"Oh. Wow, you almost look like a real policeman. I got scared for a second."

His joke almost made me regret my choice immediately.

Although, as per my initial conversation with Peter on the subject, which sort of undercover cop would be dumb enough to dress as a member of the police force?

I was quite literally hiding in plain sight and it was thrilling.

For some reason, it got me even hornier than usual.

I scanned the room and tried to look as sexy as I could be.

On the other side of the club, I caught Manuel walking into a private room with an old guy. A very old guy, like the kind of age you would not think men would still be able to get it up.

Despite our talk, he had not gotten into much details regarding what actually was going on behind the curtain.

Maybe I was better off not knowing.

Jeffrey A.K.A. the Magic Stick came to get me a few moments later for my first performance on stage.

He was dressed as a slutty maid, - stockings, G-strings and suspender belts -, and we joined Will and Javier both dressed as firemen, - armed with the biggest hoses -, on the platform.

I was so used to the drill now that I did not even have to think about it while twerking and receiving dollar bills in my pants.

I even knew the Lady Gaga and Madonna songs by heart. There was also a lot of Charlie XCX playing during our performances.

I used the zipper on the back of my trousers to good use when I revealed my bare ass in the middle of the show.

That was a real crowd-pleasure move, especially when Javier started spanking me.

Some of my new colleagues had told me about the bad spirit and nasty competitions in some of the clubs they had worked before, but there, at the Rainbow, the entire team was chill and working in good fun.

Manuel joined us in his military gear when he was done with his private show.

I thought that I saw a white fluid on the bottom corner of his full lips but maybe it was my imagination talking.

Or my wishful thinking?

Was I hard, again?!

To be fair, I was not jerking off enough lately. I had been advised to keep my balls full at whole time for the nightly performances but it was messing with my libido.

I suppose that the cameras in my new flat were not helping either.

Besides, I had not laid my hands on a woman for more than six weeks at this point, a personal record since my teenage years.

I returned to the bar after my performance because I liked to talk with Jake, - he was super chill -, and Jeffrey (and his damn Magic Stick) could be annoying when he was in charge backstage.

Not to say, a pain in the ass.

A few guys came up to me for pictures and handed me some more twenty-dollar bills.

I did not drink any alcohol since I was on duty but I enjoyed my iced coke. (I wrote coke here, not cock, you pervert!)

"You should go to the private cabin, there, number 3." Jake screamed in my ear while pointing to one of the red curtains.

The techno music was blasting off.

"What for?"

"A client requested a private show from you."

"I don't remember agreeing to this." I shouted back.

Jake had a cheeky smile on his face.

"He's a very peculiar client. You should go, mate. Trust me."

"Peculiar? Like? He's got loads of money?"

"He's super wealthy, that's for sure."

Jake winked at me and went to service another customer.

I was perplexed... and curious.

As Manuel had mentioned, if I was uncomfortable, I could still put my own boundaries and just leave.

I was not going to let myself be bullied by a customer at a gay strip club.

Also, it was only right for my character to take the bait and give this private show a shot, right? It was all for the mission! I was supposed to be a stripper willing to do anything to make some money.

I walked to private room number 3 but it took me some time to get there as I was being felt up by a bunch of clients on the way.

Dang. They were insatiable!

In all fairness, I was looking very hot that night.

Did I forget to zip back my pants or did someone play with the zipper as I moved around? Either way, I arrived at the private cabin in my cop uniform while feeling a breeze against my bare cheeks.

I assumed that whoever the rich client was, he would like it better that way, my bum exposed.

I tried to be my sexiest-self, I opened the curtain and the narrow room was all in the dark except for a single dim purple neon.

This was not too surprising; intimacy and discretion were key there.

A tall man was sitting on a red couch, smoking inside, which was not allowed in the club. He was not looking at me.

I got closer and with the neon purple light, through the smoke, I finally identified him.

Artem Kravchenko, barely acknowledging that I had walked inside the cabin, wearing his dapper beige expensive suit, was smoking a large cigar.

I froze on the spot.

Damn... That explained the "peculiar client" comment!

"S... Sir." I stammered.

He had another drag of his cigar.

For sure, he would not be scolded by the staff for smoking, he owned the entire establishment.

And finally, Artem Kravchenko, the target I had been after for a couple of weeks now, turned his face towards me.

"They call you Girthy Ry... Is this correct?"

"Yes, it is."

He had the faintest smile and he extended his arm. Such long fingers. Such a vibe. And such a surprising firm hand-shake when we had our first contact.

I felt shivers down my spine.

"Nice to meet you, Girthy."

[To be continued]
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amazing! soo hot - thanks!

 

[laptoper]

Really looking forward to what comes next!

 

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Chapter 7: Girthy Ry (Part 2)

It was freaking surreal to walk inside the club in the cop costume.

The ultimate inception experience.

I sat on the bar and Jake barely recognized me.

"Oh. Wow, you almost look like a real policeman. I got scared for a second."

His joke almost made me regret my choice immediately.

Although, as per my initial conversation with Peter on the subject, which sort of undercover cop would be dumb enough to dress as a member of the police force?

I was quite literally hiding in plain sight and it was thrilling.

For some reason, it got me even hornier than usual.

I scanned the room and tried to look as sexy as I could be.

On the other side of the club, I caught Manuel walking into a private room with an old guy. A very old guy, like the kind of age you would not think men would still be able to get it up.

Despite our talk, he had not gotten into much details regarding what actually was going on behind the curtain.

Maybe I was better off not knowing.

Jeffrey A.K.A. the Magic Stick came to get me a few moments later for my first performance on stage.

He was dressed as a slutty maid, - stockings, G-strings and suspender belts -, and we joined Will and Javier both dressed as firemen, - armed with the biggest hoses -, on the platform.

I was so used to the drill now that I did not even have to think about it while twerking and receiving dollar bills in my pants.

I even knew the Lady Gaga and Madonna songs by heart. There was also a lot of Charlie XCX playing during our performances.

I used the zipper on the back of my trousers to good use when I revealed my bare ass in the middle of the show.

That was a real crowd-pleasure move, especially when Javier started spanking me.

Some of my new colleagues had told me about the bad spirit and nasty competitions in some of the clubs they had worked before, but there, at the Rainbow, the entire team was chill and working in good fun.

Manuel joined us in his military gear when he was done with his private show.

I thought that I saw a white fluid on the bottom corner of his full lips but maybe it was my imagination talking.

Or my wishful thinking?

Was I hard, again?!

To be fair, I was not jerking off enough lately. I had been advised to keep my balls full at whole time for the nightly performances but it was messing with my libido.

I suppose that the cameras in my new flat were not helping either.

Besides, I had not laid my hands on a woman for more than six weeks at this point, a personal record since my teenage years.

I returned to the bar after my performance because I liked to talk with Jake, - he was super chill -, and Jeffrey (and his damn Magic Stick) could be annoying when he was in charge backstage.

Not to say, a pain in the ass.

A few guys came up to me for pictures and handed me some more twenty-dollar bills.

I did not drink any alcohol since I was on duty but I enjoyed my iced coke. (I wrote coke here, not cock, you pervert!)

"You should go to the private cabin, there, number 3." Jake screamed in my ear while pointing to one of the red curtains.

The techno music was blasting off.

"What for?"

"A client requested a private show from you."

"I don't remember agreeing to this." I shouted back.

Jake had a cheeky smile on his face.

"He's a very peculiar client. You should go, mate. Trust me."

"Peculiar? Like? He's got loads of money?"

"He's super wealthy, that's for sure."

Jake winked at me and went to service another customer.

I was perplexed... and curious.

As Manuel had mentioned, if I was uncomfortable, I could still put my own boundaries and just leave.

I was not going to let myself be bullied by a customer at a gay strip club.

Also, it was only right for my character to take the bait and give this private show a shot, right? It was all for the mission! I was supposed to be a stripper willing to do anything to make some money.

I walked to private room number 3 but it took me some time to get there as I was being felt up by a bunch of clients on the way.

Dang. They were insatiable!

In all fairness, I was looking very hot that night.

Did I forget to zip back my pants or did someone play with the zipper as I moved around? Either way, I arrived at the private cabin in my cop uniform while feeling a breeze against my bare cheeks.

I assumed that whoever the rich client was, he would like it better that way, my bum exposed.

I tried to be my sexiest-self, I opened the curtain and the narrow room was all in the dark except for a single dim purple neon.

This was not too surprising; intimacy and discretion were key there.

A tall man was sitting on a red couch, smoking inside, which was not allowed in the club. He was not looking at me.

I got closer and with the neon purple light, through the smoke, I finally identified him.

Artem Kravchenko, barely acknowledging that I had walked inside the cabin, wearing his dapper beige expensive suit, was smoking a large cigar.

I froze on the spot.

Damn... That explained the "peculiar client" comment!

"S... Sir." I stammered.

He had another drag of his cigar.

For sure, he would not be scolded by the staff for smoking, he owned the entire establishment.

And finally, Artem Kravchenko, the target I had been after for a couple of weeks now, turned his face towards me.

"They call you Girthy Ry... Is this correct?"

"Yes, it is."

He had the faintest smile and he extended his arm. Such long fingers. Such a vibe. And such a surprising firm hand-shake when we had our first contact.

I felt shivers down my spine.

"Nice to meet you, Girthy."

[To be continued]
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Impressive as always, for a moment I forgot about the cold. Nice work, keep it up!

 

[thehottestmenxx]

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 8: Meeting Artem (Part 1)

"I'm Artem Kravchenko, owner of this establishment."

He told me while shaking my hand firmly.

As if I did not know who he was!

As if I had not spent the last weeks thinking about him!

"It's an honor to meet you, Sir."

In a way, it felt odd calling someone about my age "Sir", but at the same time, Artem Kravchenko was the type of men for whom the respect came very naturally.

Under the purple lights of the private room, I was still very much impressed by the way he was carrying himself.

Except for his blond hair which was a bit messier, he looked as elegant as he was when I saw him down the street or in photographs.

The thing was, he looked nothing like anyone I had ever met before.

None of my mates at the Police Academy, none of my colleagues in the precinct, none of my bros at the gym shared a similar trait with him. He was unique.

It was like Artem Kravchenko was from another species, he was no ordinary man, and certainly no ordinary American guy.

Probably because he was not American to start with.

His English was impeccable though, even if one could hear here and there some reminders that he came from Eastern Europe.

"I don't think we had the chance to chat while I usually like to meet my new employees." He spoke. "I've been watching you."

I gulped.

"You... You have?"

He did not answer straight away.

This is what confident people do; they talk when they feel like it is their time. They do not rush it; they impose their pace.

"Turn around." He eventually spoke, ignoring my question.

He was not aggressive, his tone was very soft actually, but he did not need to raise his voice to make his command clear.

I did not consider contradicting him for a second.

I turned around and exposed my back to Kravchenko, remembering that the part of my uniform supposed to cover my butt was all gone.

I could feel my heart about to explode in my chest.

He slapped my bare ass.

It was not a full-on spank or something rough, but a little slap, just enough so I could feel it.

"Is that a way to introduce yourself to your new boss? With your hairy ass all uncovered?!"

I was mortified.

"Sir... I... I thought I was coming here for a private show." I replied, without facing him.

"And what do you think now?"

My mind was a blank.

Kravchenko really had a way to make me lose my grip.

What was I supposed to answer to that?

I was even getting worried he might know who I truly was... Maybe I or the team had made the mistake.

I had to keep my cool.

"Not very talkative, I see... Come here and sit next to me, let's just talk for a minute."

I nodded yes and I followed his instruction as he tapped to a spot right next to him on the red sofa.

"Sorry, I'm a bit... Hum... Confused. I guess I wasn't expecting you to be here..."

I sat down and he almost immediately put his hand on my thigh.

The contact sent weird tingles in my belly.

"Relax, Girthy. I saw the performance you've given on stage and you've been doing great. I also heard from Lamar that he's been very satisfied with you so far."

I tried to remember what I had just done on stage. Mostly twerking my ass in my cop's uniform... A little horse play with Colin too.

"Thank you, I... I appreciate it."

He tightened his grip around my thigh.

"This is not a job interview, Ryan, you can chill. I'd just like to know if everything is all right for you. Debuting at a brand-new club can be overwhelming, and, I came to understand you had just moved in the city."

Shit.

He definitely wanted to know more and he had been doing some research on me already.

At this stage, I could not say if this was a routine check, or if, already, he had any doubt on my identity.

"Yes... I... I was in Dallas but got tired of it and I knew there were opportunities in San Antonio."

"Tired of Dallas? Why?"

"Let's just say that I felt like I had already met everyone there. Besides, the stripping gigs for men were rare where I lived."

"And how you come that you had such a passion for taking your clothes off?"

This was a proper examination now.

I had to stay collected but I think he could tell that I was nervous.

To be fair, even if I had been a normal employee, Kravchenko's charisma alone and the fact that he was pressing me like that would have made anyone tense.

My reaction was not suspicious.

"Let's just say that I needed the money and people started suggesting the idea on Insta. I've never been shy or modest."

This story was credible, the fake Instagram account had been created for that purpose exactly.

The boss finally released his grip.

"Money does run the world..."

He had another drag of his cigar, his face remained emotionless.

I remained silent next to him.

I could not help myself from glancing at his crotch. I thought that I had noticed a prominent bulge showing a hard-on underneath, and I was pleased.

It was a very good news if I could get him stiffed.

He readjusted his bulge a couple of times during the conversation.

At the very least, my bare ass stunt had gotten him in the mood.

I cringed when I realized that my own cock was waking up.

This, I could hardly explain...

"And how are you finding San Antonio so far?" Kravchenko eventually asked.

His tone of voice was different though. I did not feel like I was being tested anymore.

"I like it. People here at the club have been super welcoming."

"I bet... Some of them can be rather handsy."

He had a little smirk.

"It's just the strippers' way."

"I suppose... Any girl in sight in the city?"

I thought of Amber but I obviously did not mention her.

"Not really, no."

"But you're straight, right?"

"I am... Mostly. I mean. I don't like labels. I'm open-minded."

I thought this was the perfect answer for my character, but it also was the truthful answer for Kyle Boone.

I still considered myself as straight but I was more and more obviously curious.

"Well, I am certainly gay myself. Never been attracted to a single woman in my entire life."

Once again, what was Kravchenko expecting of me, sharing me this?

Was he looking for a shrink or something?

"When did you know?" I asked.

He looked at me, his clear blue eyes felt like they were piercing through my soul.

I could not believe I was in my silly cop uniform having this conversation with our main target, while super-hard techno music was still blaring in the club.

"When I looked at an Indiana Jones' movie and Harrison Ford gave me a weird sensation in my crotch area. I knew."

He smiled largely for the first time.

It gave him a whole new look. For once, he did not seem so different from me, like another guy in his late twenties.

I smiled too. Genuinely. His answer was kind of funny.

"Pamela Anderson in Baywatch did that for me."

"Oh yes, Baywatch was a fun show for me too. We should do a red swimsuits night at the club one of these days..."

"Great idea! I can talk to Lamar about it."

He stared at me more intensely but I was feeling more comfortable now.

He was not so scary after all.

"I like you." He spoke.

"You do?"

"I appreciate that you're pretty raw too. No fake bodybuilder body, a bit of hair here and there, some running in your ass crack, that's nice. Most strippers are so dull, all looking exactly the same."

He felt my shoulders.

I thought it was my time to create a connection.

In fact, this may have been my only opportunity.

"I'm flattered that a man like you would even look at a guy like me."

He licked his lower lip.

"Any gay man would look at you. I'm just like the rest of my kind, driven by my urges."

I did a bold move, I put my own hand on his thigh.

The sexual tension was palpable in the air despite the fact that we were both dressed and we had not done anything (yet).

"Maybe, but you're not any man." I whispered.

He chuckled.

"Sometimes I wish I was..."

There again, he was almost melancholic.

Dang it, that man was very difficult to read.

"I really want to make it in the industry." I said after a while. "I'm a hard worker and I'm not afraid to do what it takes. Would you have any advice for me?"

"I'm not very good at stripping myself, I could not do what you guys are doing up there. The cop costume suits you though, you definitely caught my eye tonight. I'd say, keep shaking that butt and you should be fine."

"Do you... Do you want to take a closer look? I could do a private show for you."

I was not sure that this was the right move but I had to try something.

Kravchenko did not show any sort of reaction. He seemed to consider the offer.

He rubbed his hand on his crotch again.

For sure, he so wanted to take it out.

Honestly, I kind of wanted to see what he was packing. He was so tall. I sensed some big dick energy.

"Not tonight. I like to take my time when I do this sort of things and I have somewhere else to be."

Well, that was a miss.

"Okay. I... No problem."

"I believe you are about to be called for your second performance anyway. I'll leave you to it."

He leaned over and kissed my cheek. Softly.

That unexpected move literally took my breath away.

I should have said something, but there again, I came out short. It only lasted for an instant.

Kravchenko stood up and left the cubicle, disappearing on the other side of the red drape.

[Chapter 8 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 8: Meeting Artem (Part 2)

I had to go back on stage to strip fully out of my uniform this time around.

I shimmered my body lewdly with the other guys but my heart was no longer in it.

At one point, Manuel stroked me on stage and then, he imitated a blowjob on my hard cock.

He did not actually put it in his mouth, but from a certain angle, it looked like he was sucking me off.

Yet, my mind was still with Artem Kravchenko.

I could not shake the feeling that I had just met someone special.

"Bro, what's up with you? You're with us?!" Javier teased me backstage afterwards.

Jeffrey was doing yet another trick with his hard cock to amuse Colin, - twisting it to shove it in his own butt -, while Will, Manuel, Javier and I were playing cards waiting for our next and final performance of the night.

I was forgetting to play every two rounds because my mind was not really in it.

"I'm just tired."

"First week at the Rainbow, anyone'd be exhausted." Will said on my behalf.

"I think he's rather tired from his little private time with our dear boss." Javier said cheekily.

They knew about it then.

"Nothing happened." I hurried saying.

"Not even a quick blowjob?"

"Krav rarely fucks his employees to be fair." Manuel pointed out.

"Rarely?"

I was curious... For the sake of my undercover mission of course.

"I don't think he fucked anyone at the Rainbow but he owns several clubs around town. There was this guy who was like his boyfriend at some point."

"Or his bitch rather." Javier corrected. "The guy was following him around like a puppy. I think his name was Toby."

"Hey, Artem Kravchenko is giving us all food on the table and a roof over our heads. No need to trash-talk him." Will intervened.

Since he had rescued him from the streets, Will had this unconditional respect and admiration for Kravchenko.

He never tolerated any criticism against his "savior".

"Relax Will, we're just talking. Don't be weird about it." Manuel said.

"Yes, some may think you're in love with the guy!" Javier laughed.

"Shut up, you idiots! At least, I don't fuck my own cousin!"

And everyone burst out laughing.

Honestly, I got where Will was coming from.

Kravchenko was quite the unique personality and I assumed that if he was doing something for you as big as getting you off the streets, his influence and aura must have felt even greater.

Anyway, I finally let go of my weird obsession (for the time being) and we went on stage one last time.

To close the show, I was teaming up with Colin (Magic Boy) and Javier (Big J) for a shared uniform reveal. We were naughty cow-boys only wearing a brown pair of briefs and a hat.

Very classy, as always.

I twerked my ass and spanked myself like a true shameless stripper.

The performance ended as we were urged by Jeffrey, who was hosting the performance, to let go of the briefs and spread our ass cheeks. Wide.

"Stretch that out, guys!"

We gave one last stunning sighting of our assholes to the crowd.

At the very end, Jeffrey rubbed his finger against my pucker, but right when he was about to penetrate me, - and when I started freaking out -, the lights turned off under the clamor of the audience.

There were cameras everywhere in the club and I wondered if Kravchenko was watching any of the streams.

He definitely had access to hundreds of hours of footage.

Had he already wanked over me?

I hoped so...

Later in the night, as I retold the conversation that I had had with Kravchenko to Peter over the phone, I convinced myself that I was only feeling this way because the mission had rendered him so special in my head.

I was professionally meant to care about him.

When Peter asked me "and how was he, what did you think about him outside of what you've told each other?", I could not say how I truly felt, because I was not sure.

Was I surprised?

Flustered?

Aroused?

"He's an intimidating guy, I could not really assess him." I replied, staying neutral.

"Well... This first contact remains a great news, and you did good, flirting with him a little."

I had re-iterated the conversation exactly how I was remembering it and with as much precision as possible.

The only thing was, until Peter pointed it out, I had not realized that I had somehow flirted with the guy.

He was right though.

"I did what I was supposed to, right? You want me to get closer to him?"

"Oh yes, exactly. As close as you possibly can! The more you can enter his intimacy, the more intel we'll be able to gather. I'm also intrigued by this ex-boyfriend you mentioned, there was this guy we had looked for, who kind of looked like you actually."

"Toby?"

"Something like that, but that was for sure a nickname. He disappeared from the radar."

I swallowed my saliva.

"Disappeared?"

"Yes. Vanished. He must have known too much but it's a question mark for us so, it'd be interesting to know more."

"Okay, I... I'll try to dig, discreetly."

"Thanks Kyle, be careful out there."

The phone call ended there.

Whether it was because my brain was twisted by the mission, or whether it was due to a genuine attraction, it was Artem Kravchenko's image which was printed in my brain as I was trying to sleep.

I was turning in my bed, naked, trying to ignore my constant and leaking hard-on.

I could empty my balls, that was fine, but it felt wrong doing so while I was thinking about a man putting his hand on my thigh.

This physical contact had lasted for less than a minute in total.

It could not have messed with me that much... Right?

Still, if I wanted to sleep, I had to release myself that night.

I had been saving my juice for a few days now, this was not healthy.

I started stroking my cock under the covers.

I grabbed my phone and checked Amber's Instagram page.

It was too weird jerking off thinking about Kravchenko, not only he was a man, but he was also THE man I had to go after and lock up in prison for the rest of his life.

His skin was so sweet though.

Again, he was so different from any other guy I knew that it felt like he was not really a man...

Thinking about it this way, fantasizing over him was not truly gay...

Thinking about my big cock handled by his delicate fingers...

Finding its way in his mouth or in his asshole...

I threw away the sheets.

I knew I was exposing myself to the cameras in my apartment but I did not care. In fact, I kind of wanted it.

They had seen me bust a nut before anyway.

I tried to focus on Amber's ass though. It seemed like she was displaying her butt one way or another every few pictures on her feed.

She must have been sleeping in the apartment downstairs in this very moment.

I spat on my dickhead and stroked it.

"Hmmm..."

I shut my eyes and my mind started to wander away.

I was back inside the private room, except this time around, everything was different.

Kravchenko was here, but his dick was not hard underneath his pants, it was fully out and he was jerking it, looking at me.

I was twerking for him, shoving my ass in his face. He was begging for more. I made him sniff and lick me.

I wanted to feel his tongue in my crack.

I caressed my left nipple while I was jerking off. For some reason, it was the most sensitive one. I spread my legs. I was in the zone.

I did not need a porn to ejaculate.

To be fair, I had also been felt up all night. These stripping shows were no joke and I had to stay hard all throughout.

This must have messed with my brain.

I thought about Manuel pretending to blow me, Amber's ass came into play but Will's gigantic cock as well, and Artem Kravchenko, here he was again, haunting me...

Everything was mixing together in my horny state.

"Aaaah..."

The jizz flew up to my face. I got hit in the eyes by a warm rope of spunk.

It burnt.

The cum was sticking and drying on my skin, but at last, I could relax. No better way to fight an insomnia than a good nut.

I did wonder... Was this undercover mission turning me gay?

I probably fell asleep on that thought.

But I woke up with another and much more pressing issue.

During the night, I had received a text from Lamar.

"Bro, what have you done? The boss wants to see you. ASAP. Come to the club this morning!"

[To be continued]
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Chapter 8: Meeting Artem (Part 2)

I had to go back on stage to strip fully out of my uniform this time around.

I shimmered my body lewdly with the other guys but my heart was no longer in it.

At one point, Manuel stroked me on stage and then, he imitated a blowjob on my hard cock.

He did not actually put it in his mouth, but from a certain angle, it looked like he was sucking me off.

Yet, my mind was still with Artem Kravchenko.

I could not shake the feeling that I had just met someone special.

"Bro, what's up with you? You're with us?!" Javier teased me backstage afterwards.

Jeffrey was doing yet another trick with his hard cock to amuse Colin, - twisting it to shove it in his own butt -, while Will, Manuel, Javier and I were playing cards waiting for our next and final performance of the night.

I was forgetting to play every two rounds because my mind was not really in it.

"I'm just tired."

"First week at the Rainbow, anyone'd be exhausted." Will said on my behalf.

"I think he's rather tired from his little private time with our dear boss." Javier said cheekily.

They knew about it then.

"Nothing happened." I hurried saying.

"Not even a quick blowjob?"

"Krav rarely fucks his employees to be fair." Manuel pointed out.

"Rarely?"

I was curious... For the sake of my undercover mission of course.

"I don't think he fucked anyone at the Rainbow but he owns several clubs around town. There was this guy who was like his boyfriend at some point."

"Or his bitch rather." Javier corrected. "The guy was following him around like a puppy. I think his name was Toby."

"Hey, Artem Kravchenko is giving us all food on the table and a roof over our heads. No need to trash-talk him." Will intervened.

Since he had rescued him from the streets, Will had this unconditional respect and admiration for Kravchenko.

He never tolerated any criticism against his "savior".

"Relax Will, we're just talking. Don't be weird about it." Manuel said.

"Yes, some may think you're in love with the guy!" Javier laughed.

"Shut up, you idiots! At least, I don't fuck my own cousin!"

And everyone burst out laughing.

Honestly, I got where Will was coming from.

Kravchenko was quite the unique personality and I assumed that if he was doing something for you as big as getting you off the streets, his influence and aura must have felt even greater.

Anyway, I finally let go of my weird obsession (for the time being) and we went on stage one last time.

To close the show, I was teaming up with Colin (Magic Boy) and Javier (Big J) for a shared uniform reveal. We were naughty cow-boys only wearing a brown pair of briefs and a hat.

Very classy, as always.

I twerked my ass and spanked myself like a true shameless stripper.

The performance ended as we were urged by Jeffrey, who was hosting the performance, to let go of the briefs and spread our ass cheeks. Wide.

"Stretch that out, guys!"

We gave one last stunning sighting of our assholes to the crowd.

At the very end, Jeffrey rubbed his finger against my pucker, but right when he was about to penetrate me, - and when I started freaking out -, the lights turned off under the clamor of the audience.

There were cameras everywhere in the club and I wondered if Kravchenko was watching any of the streams.

He definitely had access to hundreds of hours of footage.

Had he already wanked over me?

I hoped so...

Later in the night, as I retold the conversation that I had had with Kravchenko to Peter over the phone, I convinced myself that I was only feeling this way because the mission had rendered him so special in my head.

I was professionally meant to care about him.

When Peter asked me "and how was he, what did you think about him outside of what you've told each other?", I could not say how I truly felt, because I was not sure.

Was I surprised?

Flustered?

Aroused?

"He's an intimidating guy, I could not really assess him." I replied, staying neutral.

"Well... This first contact remains a great news, and you did good, flirting with him a little."

I had re-iterated the conversation exactly how I was remembering it and with as much precision as possible.

The only thing was, until Peter pointed it out, I had not realized that I had somehow flirted with the guy.

He was right though.

"I did what I was supposed to, right? You want me to get closer to him?"

"Oh yes, exactly. As close as you possibly can! The more you can enter his intimacy, the more intel we'll be able to gather. I'm also intrigued by this ex-boyfriend you mentioned, there was this guy we had looked for, who kind of looked like you actually."

"Toby?"

"Something like that, but that was for sure a nickname. He disappeared from the radar."

I swallowed my saliva.

"Disappeared?"

"Yes. Vanished. He must have known too much but it's a question mark for us so, it'd be interesting to know more."

"Okay, I... I'll try to dig, discreetly."

"Thanks Kyle, be careful out there."

The phone call ended there.

Whether it was because my brain was twisted by the mission, or whether it was due to a genuine attraction, it was Artem Kravchenko's image which was printed in my brain as I was trying to sleep.

I was turning in my bed, naked, trying to ignore my constant and leaking hard-on.

I could empty my balls, that was fine, but it felt wrong doing so while I was thinking about a man putting his hand on my thigh.

This physical contact had lasted for less than a minute in total.

It could not have messed with me that much... Right?

Still, if I wanted to sleep, I had to release myself that night.

I had been saving my juice for a few days now, this was not healthy.

I started stroking my cock under the covers.

I grabbed my phone and checked Amber's Instagram page.

It was too weird jerking off thinking about Kravchenko, not only he was a man, but he was also THE man I had to go after and lock up in prison for the rest of his life.

His skin was so sweet though.

Again, he was so different from any other guy I knew that it felt like he was not really a man...

Thinking about it this way, fantasizing over him was not truly gay...

Thinking about my big cock handled by his delicate fingers...

Finding its way in his mouth or in his asshole...

I threw away the sheets.

I knew I was exposing myself to the cameras in my apartment but I did not care. In fact, I kind of wanted it.

They had seen me bust a nut before anyway.

I tried to focus on Amber's ass though. It seemed like she was displaying her butt one way or another every few pictures on her feed.

She must have been sleeping in the apartment downstairs in this very moment.

I spat on my dickhead and stroked it.

"Hmmm..."

I shut my eyes and my mind started to wander away.

I was back inside the private room, except this time around, everything was different.

Kravchenko was here, but his dick was not hard underneath his pants, it was fully out and he was jerking it, looking at me.

I was twerking for him, shoving my ass in his face. He was begging for more. I made him sniff and lick me.

I wanted to feel his tongue in my crack.

I caressed my left nipple while I was jerking off. For some reason, it was the most sensitive one. I spread my legs. I was in the zone.

I did not need a porn to ejaculate.

To be fair, I had also been felt up all night. These stripping shows were no joke and I had to stay hard all throughout.

This must have messed with my brain.

I thought about Manuel pretending to blow me, Amber's ass came into play but Will's gigantic cock as well, and Artem Kravchenko, here he was again, haunting me...

Everything was mixing together in my horny state.

"Aaaah..."

The jizz flew up to my face. I got hit in the eyes by a warm rope of spunk.

It burnt.

The cum was sticking and drying on my skin, but at last, I could relax. No better way to fight an insomnia than a good nut.

I did wonder... Was this undercover mission turning me gay?

I probably fell asleep on that thought.

But I woke up with another and much more pressing issue.

During the night, I had received a text from Lamar.

"Bro, what have you done? The boss wants to see you. ASAP. Come to the club this morning!"

[To be continued]
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UNDERCOVER

Chapter 8: Meeting Artem (Part 1)

"I'm Artem Kravchenko, owner of this establishment."

He told me while shaking my hand firmly.

As if I did not know who he was!

As if I had not spent the last weeks thinking about him!

"It's an honor to meet you, Sir."

In a way, it felt odd calling someone about my age "Sir", but at the same time, Artem Kravchenko was the type of men for whom the respect came very naturally.

Under the purple lights of the private room, I was still very much impressed by the way he was carrying himself.

Except for his blond hair which was a bit messier, he looked as elegant as he was when I saw him down the street or in photographs.

The thing was, he looked nothing like anyone I had ever met before.

None of my mates at the Police Academy, none of my colleagues in the precinct, none of my bros at the gym shared a similar trait with him. He was unique.

It was like Artem Kravchenko was from another species, he was no ordinary man, and certainly no ordinary American guy.

Probably because he was not American to start with.

His English was impeccable though, even if one could hear here and there some reminders that he came from Eastern Europe.

"I don't think we had the chance to chat while I usually like to meet my new employees." He spoke. "I've been watching you."

I gulped.

"You... You have?"

He did not answer straight away.

This is what confident people do; they talk when they feel like it is their time. They do not rush it; they impose their pace.

"Turn around." He eventually spoke, ignoring my question.

He was not aggressive, his tone was very soft actually, but he did not need to raise his voice to make his command clear.

I did not consider contradicting him for a second.

I turned around and exposed my back to Kravchenko, remembering that the part of my uniform supposed to cover my butt was all gone.

I could feel my heart about to explode in my chest.

He slapped my bare ass.

It was not a full-on spank or something rough, but a little slap, just enough so I could feel it.

"Is that a way to introduce yourself to your new boss? With your hairy ass all uncovered?!"

I was mortified.

"Sir... I... I thought I was coming here for a private show." I replied, without facing him.

"And what do you think now?"

My mind was a blank.

Kravchenko really had a way to make me lose my grip.

What was I supposed to answer to that?

I was even getting worried he might know who I truly was... Maybe I or the team had made the mistake.

I had to keep my cool.

"Not very talkative, I see... Come here and sit next to me, let's just talk for a minute."

I nodded yes and I followed his instruction as he tapped to a spot right next to him on the red sofa.

"Sorry, I'm a bit... Hum... Confused. I guess I wasn't expecting you to be here..."

I sat down and he almost immediately put his hand on my thigh.

The contact sent weird tingles in my belly.

"Relax, Girthy. I saw the performance you've given on stage and you've been doing great. I also heard from Lamar that he's been very satisfied with you so far."

I tried to remember what I had just done on stage. Mostly twerking my ass in my cop's uniform... A little horse play with Colin too.

"Thank you, I... I appreciate it."

He tightened his grip around my thigh.

"This is not a job interview, Ryan, you can chill. I'd just like to know if everything is all right for you. Debuting at a brand-new club can be overwhelming, and, I came to understand you had just moved in the city."

Shit.

He definitely wanted to know more and he had been doing some research on me already.

At this stage, I could not say if this was a routine check, or if, already, he had any doubt on my identity.

"Yes... I... I was in Dallas but got tired of it and I knew there were opportunities in San Antonio."

"Tired of Dallas? Why?"

"Let's just say that I felt like I had already met everyone there. Besides, the stripping gigs for men were rare where I lived."

"And how you come that you had such a passion for taking your clothes off?"

This was a proper examination now.

I had to stay collected but I think he could tell that I was nervous.

To be fair, even if I had been a normal employee, Kravchenko's charisma alone and the fact that he was pressing me like that would have made anyone tense.

My reaction was not suspicious.

"Let's just say that I needed the money and people started suggesting the idea on Insta. I've never been shy or modest."

This story was credible, the fake Instagram account had been created for that purpose exactly.

The boss finally released his grip.

"Money does run the world..."

He had another drag of his cigar, his face remained emotionless.

I remained silent next to him.

I could not help myself from glancing at his crotch. I thought that I had noticed a prominent bulge showing a hard-on underneath, and I was pleased.

It was a very good news if I could get him stiffed.

He readjusted his bulge a couple of times during the conversation.

At the very least, my bare ass stunt had gotten him in the mood.

I cringed when I realized that my own cock was waking up.

This, I could hardly explain...

"And how are you finding San Antonio so far?" Kravchenko eventually asked.

His tone of voice was different though. I did not feel like I was being tested anymore.

"I like it. People here at the club have been super welcoming."

"I bet... Some of them can be rather handsy."

He had a little smirk.

"It's just the strippers' way."

"I suppose... Any girl in sight in the city?"

I thought of Amber but I obviously did not mention her.

"Not really, no."

"But you're straight, right?"

"I am... Mostly. I mean. I don't like labels. I'm open-minded."

I thought this was the perfect answer for my character, but it also was the truthful answer for Kyle Boone.

I still considered myself as straight but I was more and more obviously curious.

"Well, I am certainly gay myself. Never been attracted to a single woman in my entire life."

Once again, what was Kravchenko expecting of me, sharing me this?

Was he looking for a shrink or something?

"When did you know?" I asked.

He looked at me, his clear blue eyes felt like they were piercing through my soul.

I could not believe I was in my silly cop uniform having this conversation with our main target, while super-hard techno music was still blaring in the club.

"When I looked at an Indiana Jones' movie and Harrison Ford gave me a weird sensation in my crotch area. I knew."

He smiled largely for the first time.

It gave him a whole new look. For once, he did not seem so different from me, like another guy in his late twenties.

I smiled too. Genuinely. His answer was kind of funny.

"Pamela Anderson in Baywatch did that for me."

"Oh yes, Baywatch was a fun show for me too. We should do a red swimsuits night at the club one of these days..."

"Great idea! I can talk to Lamar about it."

He stared at me more intensely but I was feeling more comfortable now.

He was not so scary after all.

"I like you." He spoke.

"You do?"

"I appreciate that you're pretty raw too. No fake bodybuilder body, a bit of hair here and there, some running in your ass crack, that's nice. Most strippers are so dull, all looking exactly the same."

He felt my shoulders.

I thought it was my time to create a connection.

In fact, this may have been my only opportunity.

"I'm flattered that a man like you would even look at a guy like me."

He licked his lower lip.

"Any gay man would look at you. I'm just like the rest of my kind, driven by my urges."

I did a bold move, I put my own hand on his thigh.

The sexual tension was palpable in the air despite the fact that we were both dressed and we had not done anything (yet).

"Maybe, but you're not any man." I whispered.

He chuckled.

"Sometimes I wish I was..."

There again, he was almost melancholic.

Dang it, that man was very difficult to read.

"I really want to make it in the industry." I said after a while. "I'm a hard worker and I'm not afraid to do what it takes. Would you have any advice for me?"

"I'm not very good at stripping myself, I could not do what you guys are doing up there. The cop costume suits you though, you definitely caught my eye tonight. I'd say, keep shaking that butt and you should be fine."

"Do you... Do you want to take a closer look? I could do a private show for you."

I was not sure that this was the right move but I had to try something.

Kravchenko did not show any sort of reaction. He seemed to consider the offer.

He rubbed his hand on his crotch again.

For sure, he so wanted to take it out.

Honestly, I kind of wanted to see what he was packing. He was so tall. I sensed some big dick energy.

"Not tonight. I like to take my time when I do this sort of things and I have somewhere else to be."

Well, that was a miss.

"Okay. I... No problem."

"I believe you are about to be called for your second performance anyway. I'll leave you to it."

He leaned over and kissed my cheek. Softly.

That unexpected move literally took my breath away.

I should have said something, but there again, I came out short. It only lasted for an instant.

Kravchenko stood up and left the cubicle, disappearing on the other side of the red drape.

[Chapter 8 continues below]

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UNDERCOVER

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Chapter 8: Meeting Artem (Part 2)

I had to go back on stage to strip fully out of my uniform this time around.

I shimmered my body lewdly with the other guys but my heart was no longer in it.

At one point, Manuel stroked me on stage and then, he imitated a blowjob on my hard cock.

He did not actually put it in his mouth, but from a certain angle, it looked like he was sucking me off.

Yet, my mind was still with Artem Kravchenko.

I could not shake the feeling that I had just met someone special.

"Bro, what's up with you? You're with us?!" Javier teased me backstage afterwards.

Jeffrey was doing yet another trick with his hard cock to amuse Colin, - twisting it to shove it in his own butt -, while Will, Manuel, Javier and I were playing cards waiting for our next and final performance of the night.

I was forgetting to play every two rounds because my mind was not really in it.

"I'm just tired."

"First week at the Rainbow, anyone'd be exhausted." Will said on my behalf.

"I think he's rather tired from his little private time with our dear boss." Javier said cheekily.

They knew about it then.

"Nothing happened." I hurried saying.

"Not even a quick blowjob?"

"Krav rarely fucks his employees to be fair." Manuel pointed out.

"Rarely?"

I was curious... For the sake of my undercover mission of course.

"I don't think he fucked anyone at the Rainbow but he owns several clubs around town. There was this guy who was like his boyfriend at some point."

"Or his bitch rather." Javier corrected. "The guy was following him around like a puppy. I think his name was Toby."

"Hey, Artem Kravchenko is giving us all food on the table and a roof over our heads. No need to trash-talk him." Will intervened.

Since he had rescued him from the streets, Will had this unconditional respect and admiration for Kravchenko.

He never tolerated any criticism against his "savior".

"Relax Will, we're just talking. Don't be weird about it." Manuel said.

"Yes, some may think you're in love with the guy!" Javier laughed.

"Shut up, you idiots! At least, I don't fuck my own cousin!"

And everyone burst out laughing.

Honestly, I got where Will was coming from.

Kravchenko was quite the unique personality and I assumed that if he was doing something for you as big as getting you off the streets, his influence and aura must have felt even greater.

Anyway, I finally let go of my weird obsession (for the time being) and we went on stage one last time.

To close the show, I was teaming up with Colin (Magic Boy) and Javier (Big J) for a shared uniform reveal. We were naughty cow-boys only wearing a brown pair of briefs and a hat.

Very classy, as always.

I twerked my ass and spanked myself like a true shameless stripper.

The performance ended as we were urged by Jeffrey, who was hosting the performance, to let go of the briefs and spread our ass cheeks. Wide.

"Stretch that out, guys!"

We gave one last stunning sighting of our assholes to the crowd.

At the very end, Jeffrey rubbed his finger against my pucker, but right when he was about to penetrate me, - and when I started freaking out -, the lights turned off under the clamor of the audience.

There were cameras everywhere in the club and I wondered if Kravchenko was watching any of the streams.

He definitely had access to hundreds of hours of footage.

Had he already wanked over me?

I hoped so...

Later in the night, as I retold the conversation that I had had with Kravchenko to Peter over the phone, I convinced myself that I was only feeling this way because the mission had rendered him so special in my head.

I was professionally meant to care about him.

When Peter asked me "and how was he, what did you think about him outside of what you've told each other?", I could not say how I truly felt, because I was not sure.

Was I surprised?

Flustered?

Aroused?

"He's an intimidating guy, I could not really assess him." I replied, staying neutral.

"Well... This first contact remains a great news, and you did good, flirting with him a little."

I had re-iterated the conversation exactly how I was remembering it and with as much precision as possible.

The only thing was, until Peter pointed it out, I had not realized that I had somehow flirted with the guy.

He was right though.

"I did what I was supposed to, right? You want me to get closer to him?"

"Oh yes, exactly. As close as you possibly can! The more you can enter his intimacy, the more intel we'll be able to gather. I'm also intrigued by this ex-boyfriend you mentioned, there was this guy we had looked for, who kind of looked like you actually."

"Toby?"

"Something like that, but that was for sure a nickname. He disappeared from the radar."

I swallowed my saliva.

"Disappeared?"

"Yes. Vanished. He must have known too much but it's a question mark for us so, it'd be interesting to know more."

"Okay, I... I'll try to dig, discreetly."

"Thanks Kyle, be careful out there."

The phone call ended there.

Whether it was because my brain was twisted by the mission, or whether it was due to a genuine attraction, it was Artem Kravchenko's image which was printed in my brain as I was trying to sleep.

I was turning in my bed, naked, trying to ignore my constant and leaking hard-on.

I could empty my balls, that was fine, but it felt wrong doing so while I was thinking about a man putting his hand on my thigh.

This physical contact had lasted for less than a minute in total.

It could not have messed with me that much... Right?

Still, if I wanted to sleep, I had to release myself that night.

I had been saving my juice for a few days now, this was not healthy.

I started stroking my cock under the covers.

I grabbed my phone and checked Amber's Instagram page.

It was too weird jerking off thinking about Kravchenko, not only he was a man, but he was also THE man I had to go after and lock up in prison for the rest of his life.

His skin was so sweet though.

Again, he was so different from any other guy I knew that it felt like he was not really a man...

Thinking about it this way, fantasizing over him was not truly gay...

Thinking about my big cock handled by his delicate fingers...

Finding its way in his mouth or in his asshole...

I threw away the sheets.

I knew I was exposing myself to the cameras in my apartment but I did not care. In fact, I kind of wanted it.

They had seen me bust a nut before anyway.

I tried to focus on Amber's ass though. It seemed like she was displaying her butt one way or another every few pictures on her feed.

She must have been sleeping in the apartment downstairs in this very moment.

I spat on my dickhead and stroked it.

"Hmmm..."

I shut my eyes and my mind started to wander away.

I was back inside the private room, except this time around, everything was different.

Kravchenko was here, but his dick was not hard underneath his pants, it was fully out and he was jerking it, looking at me.

I was twerking for him, shoving my ass in his face. He was begging for more. I made him sniff and lick me.

I wanted to feel his tongue in my crack.

I caressed my left nipple while I was jerking off. For some reason, it was the most sensitive one. I spread my legs. I was in the zone.

I did not need a porn to ejaculate.

To be fair, I had also been felt up all night. These stripping shows were no joke and I had to stay hard all throughout.

This must have messed with my brain.

I thought about Manuel pretending to blow me, Amber's ass came into play but Will's gigantic cock as well, and Artem Kravchenko, here he was again, haunting me...

Everything was mixing together in my horny state.

"Aaaah..."

The jizz flew up to my face. I got hit in the eyes by a warm rope of spunk.

It burnt.

The cum was sticking and drying on my skin, but at last, I could relax. No better way to fight an insomnia than a good nut.

I did wonder... Was this undercover mission turning me gay?

I probably fell asleep on that thought.

But I woke up with another and much more pressing issue.

During the night, I had received a text from Lamar.

"Bro, what have you done? The boss wants to see you. ASAP. Come to the club this morning!"

[To be continued]
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Now this is a cliff hanger for sure..

The first of many to come!