UNDERCOVER

[thehottestmenxx]

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

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 1: The assignment (Part 1)

I was so freaking excited by the prospect of going undercover that I had been jerking myself off constantly.

Not that I was usually refraining from stroking my fat cock or pounding a wet pussy anytime I had the chance, but when I felt nervous or anxious, it made me want to beat the monkey even more.

You know, to release the growing pressure.

Besides, I had to keep myself busy since I was relieved from most of my police's duties, waiting for the secret mission to (finally!) start.

What was I supposed to do, all by myself, wandering around in my depressing apartment? Watch a movie? Read a book?

Give me a break!

Any guy with too much free time wanks himself more than he should.

You cannot get bored in a world where porn exists! Right?

I was more than fine with not going to the station everyday though. I could live without that hustle. Three years working there and the place was driving me mad.

Going undercover was the sole reason I had joined the police force to begin with.

By no means, I was a paper pusher and, in 2025, being part of a police department mostly meant filling out endless forms and documents.

Reports, after reports, after reports... And so little action.

I did not give a fuck about the losers who were dealing weed on the sidewalk, the college parties where the music was too loud after hours, and even less so about roads' safety.

Those were not the kind of stuff which were making my dick hard and my heart beating faster.

All I had ever wanted was to go on a real risky mission!

Give me some adrenaline for fuck's sake.

From as far as I could remember, I had always been fascinated with gangsters, and movies about the mafia, the spies, or about some guy escaping prison.

I guess that I had chosen a path where I could, somehow, vicariously live the life of a criminal, all the while being paid by the U.S. Administration!

I am pretty sure that a large part of the policemen walking down your cities are guys who were simply eager to carry a gun and get into some troubles themselves.

As cops, we happen to be on the side of arresting the criminals, but only the thrill of the fight really matters in the end.

Some people are born to get in the action and take risks, and some are born to stay in the backseat.

In many ways, cops and gangsters are much more likely to be friends than cops and judges. They have certainly more in common.

But I digress and I suppose this story will have plenty occasions to showcase that later on.

My teachers, trainers, and superiors had always told me that I was either too dumb or too impulsive for such an undercover assignment.

To that, I say, fuck them all!

Look at me, proving them wrong at only 25 years old.

After weeks of waiting for my brief, the police chief had eventually asked to see me and I feverishly knocked at his office's door.

I had already been told to delete all my social media accounts and to follow some strict protocols.

I needed to be ready to vanish when the time would come.

I was single, most of my buddies were working at the precinct with me, and I barely talked to my parent anymore.

I could easily disappear from the surface of the Earth and this was no coincidence, nor the result of chance.

I had been planning to be able to go on a mission at any given moment.

Yes, I was that serious about this.

That being said, I was way too much into fucking a different girl every couple of nights to commit myself into a serious relationship anyway.

Who had time to entertain those ladies on the long-term, or to buy a house?

I was happy being on my own, I liked my freedom.

Now that the undercover mission was getting real, I could not wait to know where they were going to send me and what I would be meant to do.

I was up for anything!

I knew this would probably be super dangerous but I did not care.

Wait... That statement is wrong. I did care. It only made it much more exciting for me!

My hero was called Dave Krovitz, he was sent in a mission integrating a cartel for almost two years, he even went in prison undercover for half of this time.

The dude was athletic, strong-minded, and cool under pressure, he was known to have zero emotion whatsoever.

No one knew where he was at this point, maybe on another mission under yet another secret identity, but his work had allowed the dismantling of a large human trafficking operation.

The man was a legend!

I wanted to be that strong, mentally and physically. I knew I could be. I had been training for this all of my life.

"Kyle Boone?"

I was called into the Chief's office.

I walked in, my heart racing in my chest. My armpits were sweating, I hoped Captain Gordon would not notice the stink.

I wanted to appear confident.

"Sir." I greeted him politely.

Captain Gordon was a very impressive man, not one to be messed up with.

He was 51 years old, eternally single, 6.5. feet tall, and he had the broadest shoulders. The man was built like a brick shithouse.

Gordon was always there when we arrived at the station to take our shift, and still there when we would leave after a long day.

Noone had ever seen him smile.

"Sit down, Boone, we need to talk about your next assignment."

Freaking finally, I thought.

I was supposed to have it in the bag; I had already gone through all the psychological and physical tests; I had been asked to prep for more than a month... Still, I was aware that if Gordon was not feeling it, I would be taken off from the mission immediately.

I sat and waited for further instructions.

"How are you feeling, Boone?"

"Good. I feel very much prepared, Sir."

He was chewing gum. A bad habit that he had.

"Not too stressed or overwhelmed?"

"Not at all, Sir."

"Fine, then. You'll be pleased to know that we will move you to San Antonio this week-end."

I was living in Dallas so that meant I would be staying in Texas. Not very exotic but good enough.

At this point, I still did not have any clue of what the assignment would be.

"San Antonio. Understood."

"Our team has already set everything there. The apartment, the mics, and the cameras. In accordance with our proceedings and the paperwork you have already signed, you will be monitored 24/7 to ensure your safety and to facilitate the gathering of evidence. Has this been clearly explained to you already?"

"Yes, Sir. This is all very clear and I know this is standard protocol for this kind of operations."

"Correct. Obviously, this assignment is strictly confidential. Have you managed to get done with all your family's arrangements?"

"My parents live in Florida; we call each other maybe once a week. However, as you advised, I have made them aware of the secret nature of a potential upcoming operation, and they'll know to request news only from the intermediary of the police department from now on. Other than that, nobody will worry about me. Noone else is aware that I might be leaving on a mission."

Captain Gordon nodded his head.

I was certain that he had already contacted my parents beforehand. This was most definitely another test to see if I would hide anything to him.

"Any girlfriend or ex-girlfriend we should be concerned about?"

Once again, I had already answered all of these questions multiple times.

"No, Sir. I haven't had any relationship whatsoever in the past month and I never had any significant relationship before that."

He nodded a second time.

It was basically the most approval we could expect from the Chief so I was glad.

One month without being allowed to bang a single chick, that had been tough. Probably the toughest part of my preparation.

As my buddies would say, I was quite full of testosterone and I was known to have some troubles to keep it in the pants...

There had been a big scandal once, when I had ploughed one of my coworker's daughters.

In my defense, she was insanely hot and she had been the one flirting with me during the Christmas' work party.

Sure, I could have had least taken her home instead of getting deep into her ass in the station's bathroom, but eh, I was a little drunk and a little dumber back then.

Foster almost killed me for banging his sweet princess but I was not fired.

Anyway, this time around, the Police Department wanted me to avoid getting involved in any way, shape, or form with anyone before leaving.

The goal was simple: erasing Kyle Boone from the Earth. Noone should be looking after me once the mission would have started, including meaningless one-night stands.

Now you understand why I was forced to masturbate so much... I was literally forbidden to have sex!

Thank God for the billions of hours of porn available in the U.S.! My favorites? Hardcore gangbang scenes of course.

The more dicks surrounding that nasty girl's face, the more I enjoy my nut.

"Since you will, from this point on, have access to a lot of highly sensitive and confidential information, I have to warn you that a team is setting up a couple cameras inside your personal apartment as we speak. The mission begins as soon as I'll start going through the details with you. Is that clear?"

I gulped.

There went my personal space.

I was so excited though.

Obviously, I was a little scared too, who would not be? Yet, I already felt like I was a spy in a movie.

"It's very clear, Sir. And I am ready. I've been ready for years."

It had been a bet for the Police Department and the FBI to assign me this mission and I was very much aware that the past month had been a real-life test to see if I was a good fit.

Many of my older colleagues (including Foster) did not understand the reasoning behind sending me, of all people, on a secret and crucial mission.

I was the little immature brat of the office, certainly not the most experienced or level-headed cop.

Even if I would never admit it out loud, sometimes, I was surprised myself to have been given that chance.

Why me?

Trust me though, to make sure that they had made the right choice, they put me through the ringer.

For weeks, they tested my commitment, my resilience, and my behavior under pressure to evaluate if I could crack.

They interrogated me at multiple occasions. They fed me with fake secret information to see if I would reveal any. They used some of my mates to test me or downright blackmail me.

They even went as far as organizing a fake-kidnapping at my place, barging inside my bedroom in the middle of the night as I was sleeping.

To be fair, that one may have been an idea of my co-workers to get some revenge on me. Foster was leading the pack.

As I was stark naked, four buff men put a mask on my face and threw me into a dark van.

That was disturbing to say the least.

For long hours, I was not sure if it was part of the test or if I was being actually taken. Thankfully, I recognized one of my buddies among the "kidnappers" after a little while.

In any case, I had to remain still and, most importantly, I shall never act impulsively.

[Chapter 1 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Chapter 1: The assignment (Part 2)

Probably the hardest challenge for me was to resist their temptations.

As mentioned, I was asked to remain totally single during my "trial period". I was not even allowed a quick-fuck with a foreigner.

Maybe rightfully so, my tendency to listen to my cock first and my brain second was the thing they seemed to be the most concerned about when it came to my future assignment, and they sent many baits to catch me.

Attractive women were coming up to me in various public places, flirting, trying to get inside my bed (or in an empty bathroom).

My colleagues knew my style and how to give me a solid brick in my pants.

I was a simple man: blond with big boobs and a nice peachy ass.

Surprisingly to me, amongst the temptations, there had been a few men as well.

I guess that the Police Department had learned some things about me through my Internet research history. I had given them full consent to access everything since I had nothing to hide.

My rare dabbles into bisexual porn may have given them the idea to send hunky guys my way, once I had rejected all the beautiful women.

The truth was, I had never had sex with a dude. Not even a blowjob.

Those "gay thoughts" were more like dirty fantasies that I was entertaining when I was getting a little bored with regular porn.

I had never taken my potential attraction to guys seriously.

Even when my dick stirred at the sight of a man's bubble butt tucked into a pair of skinny jeans, I chalked it up to my general horniness and my well-known ability to sport a spontaneous erection under just about any circumstance.

I did have this good friend during police training who had gay dudes sucking his cock on a regular basis.

Years later, this remained a regret of mine not to have given it a go.

It was stupid, I just did not want to be called a homo or whatnot back then, and six years later, I thought like I had missed my shot.

In retrospect, it is now clear that the men sent to seduce me had nothing to do with my research history, but everything to do with the mission to come and with studying my reaction to a guy flirting with me, but at the time, I had no idea.

In any event, I did not succumb to any temptation and I made it through every single test.

I had proven my worth; I was ready for any kind of undercover mission.

"Let's begin then." Gordon announced formally.

What was it going to be?

Was I about to play a gangster or maybe a business man? Would I start by infiltrating the gang at a low rank, moving my way up to the top or had they already found a way to get me close to the big dogs? Maybe I would be sent to prison to befriend some criminals?

To start with, Gordon put an American passport on the desk.

My new identity.

"Ryan Smith." I read.

They could not have found a more common name.

"To keep the story straight and make things easier for you, Ryan Smith is not so different from Kyle Boone." Gordon explained. "Just like you, Ryan is 25, born and raised in Dallas, Texas, with the sole difference that instead of joining the police force, Ryan has gone through more questionable career paths."

"Drugs?"

"Not exactly. From now on, you are a stripper."

I audibly gasped which was very uncalled for in front of Captain Gordon.

I immediately regretted my reaction.

"A stripper, Sir?"

"Is there a problem with that? Should I continue with the brief or do you need a moment to collect yourself?"

Definitely, he was not happy with me right there.

"No... I mean, of course, please continue."

"Our target is named Artem Kravchenko, 28, son of Andriy Kravchenko. The family immigrated from Ukraine to the US more than twenty years ago and they have built quite the empire since then. Their main connection is with the Mexican drug cartels but they work very closely with Europeans as well, thanks to their historic network on the continent. The big head remains Andriy, but he's virtually untouchable, contrary to his son who appears to be the most effective and interesting target for us."

Gordon showed me some family pictures of the Kravchenkos.

Some showed them in luxurious palaces while others showed them in sleazy sex clubs. On a few shots, Andriy, the patriarch was holding two assault rifles, one in each hand.

Sex, drugs, and riffles, the usual combo.

Artem, the designated target, was blond with piercing blue eyes. He had this undeniable mist or aura to himself.

On every picture, he looked like a movie star or a fashion model. He was tall and lean, rather thin, but not in an unattractive way.

On the contrary, he was this new kind of beauty, the one you were seeing on the magazines nowadays.

Fit yes, but not overly muscular. It was all about elegance and chic, the opposite of your usual American bro-ish guy.

The opposite of me in a way...

I was your typical Southern gym rat when Artem would have stood out in any crowd.

His skin was very pale, almost like a vampire, but again, it only gave him more of an edge.

"What is expecting of me exactly?" I asked Gordon.

"If Andriy is all about the business, Artem was born in money and has since his teenage years learned to enjoy the various pleasures of life. He invested daddy's money in various strip clubs and escorting agencies. His activities are semi-legal but the money clearly comes from the family's drug cartel, mostly meth and heroin. What we need you to do is to get hired in one of his gay clubs and get as close as you can to Artem. He's Andriy's only son and heir to the empire, if we get him, we get everyone."

For the first time, I was a bit uncomfortable and a tiny less enthusiastic regarding my mission.

Gay clubs? Stripping?

Undercover missions might involve seducing a drug lord, - you could bet that anytime a girl was chosen to complete an assignment, it was to sleep and tell -, but I had never imagined being at the center of such a scenario myself.

I mean, I was just a dude. We were usually not used as sexual bait.

"Is Artem gay?"

For some reason, I was compelled to ask.

"From the information we have gathered, he is. Is that a problem for you?"

"No..."

"You're sure? I thought you were up for anything?"

"I am, but stripping, Captain, I would not even know where to start."

"Listen, Boone. We have chosen you for a particular reason. Between you and I, you are, by far, the most attractive candidate that we have, and certainly, you are Artem's type. You also happen to be the most shameless boy of the precinct; we have seen the videos."

"The videos?"

"Yes, the Tiktoks, the reels, all the bullshit I understand nothing about. I've seen clips of you wrapped in a towel at the gym, or doing a stupid challenge shirtless in your living room. Your body's been all over the internet. You know how to strip!"

Fuck.

I was blushing which, once again, was a not a good look.

In a million years, I did not think that the Chief would be looking at my old thirst traps online. It was just a good way to get hot and open-minded chicks in my DMs. Nothing more.

"Sir, those videos, they don't mean anything."

"They mean that you work out and take pride in your body. There's no shame in that, Boone. In fact, they have proven to be very helpful in the mission. We used a lot of pictures and videos to create Ryan's profile, and it's already getting quite a bit of traction."

Captain Gordon showed me his computer screen where my fake life, - Ryan Smith's life -, was already laid out across several social media pages.

Ryan has already been created and, apparently, he was thriving.

"Wow. How did you get to have some posts going back to 2020? This profile didn't exist before a couple weeks ago, right?! And damn, 5K followers already, it's more than what I had on my previous page."

I saw the tiny bit of satisfaction on the Chief's face.

"I suppose our communication teams are better than you are with marketing. As for the old posts, we are working with the big tech companies to ensure the cover-up is going smoothly. As you can see, we have already put a lot of money, time, and investment on this assignment, Boone, this is very serious."

"Of course, Sir! I've never doubted that, nor I have taken this lightly."

"I certainly hope so."

"I don't give a damn about showing my body but I'm not a professional stripper. And I... Like, I'm straight. I've never been to a gay club before."

The affirmation about the gay club was true.

The one about my so-called "straightness", that would be up for discussion...

"Your new identity, Ryan, is also straight. Most people dancing at those clubs are. Straight hunky guys do need to make money. Besides, Artem seems to like his men better this way."

"Okay..."

"As for the stripping, you have a job interview in a week at one of their prominent clubs in San Antonio, with a certain Lamar. We've been fixing the details over Instagram DMs, acting as you, well, as Ryan."

"Understood, Sir."

"In the meantime, you will get to train yourself tomorrow at a local club, right here, in Dallas. You will pretend to have done a few gigs here and there for your interview, so you should be somewhat prepared. I advise you not to mess that up, your very first assignment will be to get this job."

In the end, that cover was certainly better than being sent to prison or infiltrating a dangerous gang directly.

Going undercover ensured a huge pay and the possibility not to be working for the rest of your life once the mission was completed...

If all it was taking to get there was to strip, that was fine by me!

"And once I get the stripping job?"

"I like your confidence. Once you get the job, you wait for further instructions. As per your training, you know you will only be communicated information on a strictly need-to-know basis and we should always be the ones contacting you."

"This is very clear also, Sir."

"If we don't reach out to you, it means that you can keep living your life until we have enough evidence to make a move. In the event you should exceptionally wish to contact us, you know the hand gesture, you do it for the camera already set up in your living room at your future place in San Antonio."

This part, I loved, that was some real spy shit I had been dreaming about.

Gordon continued the meeting with pictures of the apartment I would be moving in very soon and more details about my fake identity and the assignment.

It was a lot to take in but the biggest shock remained the stripping aspect of the mission.

I was formally forbidden to do any more researches on the target to make sure I would go to the job interview with the sole knowledge that Artem Kravchenko was owning a gay club in which I wished to work.

But first, I would be meeting with a guy nicknamed "Man of Steel" (Good Lord...) the next day for my stripping debut.

If it went well, I would be moving to San Antonio on Saturday so I could have a few days to get my bearings in the city before the job interview scheduled the next Thursday.

It was all becoming very real.

"All good?" Captain Gordon asked, standing up to shake my hand.

"All good, Sir."

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

 

[JSF777]

Good start.

 

[michaelnola]

Excellent start--going to be awesome

 

[laptoper]

Fantastic to have another story from one of the best!
Totally agree with you about cops and criminals. I have always thought they were just different ends of the same street, although there does seem to be lots of cross over in the middle.
Great to have another of your great stories to look forward to every time I log in.
Cheers, big man!

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Fantastic to have another story from one of the best!
Totally agree with you about cops and criminals. I have always thought they were just different ends of the same street, although there does seem to be lots of cross over in the middle.
Great to have another of your great stories to look forward to every time I log in.
Cheers, big man!

Thanks so much! I hope you'll enjoy it!

 

[R.ALVI]

Cant wait

 

[thehottestmenxx]

I'm glad you like it guys, I'll post chapter 2 in a few days!

 

[citizen8282]

What a coincidence, but I started reading a story about an undercover (related to drug also) somewhere else. Great start as always and can't wait for all the characters to emerge and live their life in front of our eyes.
Also seems like Sam has been replaced as the profile pic.

 

[Marky101987]

What a coincidence, but I started reading a story about an undercover (related to drug also) somewhere else. Great start as always and can't wait for all the characters to emerge and live their life in front of our eyes.
Also seems like Sam has been replaced as the profile pic.

Where to read it for free?

 

[R.ALVI]

Oh god I had to upgrade to finish everything. Its an amazing story

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Oh god I had to upgrade to finish everything. Its an amazing story

Thanks so much, really appreciate that.

I have still two more chapters to release on Patreon for the 24-chapter story to be complete.

I'll post chapter 2 here later this week.

 

[perrito78]

Empezamos !!!

 

[JSF777]

in what day is this story gonna be updated? Thursdays?

 

[thehottestmenxx]

in what day is this story gonna be updated? Thursdays?

I'll release next chapter here tomorrow, on Wednesday.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 2: The Man of Steel (Part 1)

I was supposed to meet with the "Man of Steel" in a gay club on Friday night.

Captain Gordon had told me to go there as Ryan Smith. I needed to get a feel of my new identity and personality.

From this point on, I was Ryan, an aspiring stripper who had no ambition other than making a ton of money by shaking his butt.

Officially, I had required a paid lesson from a legend in this field.

The Man of Steel, A.K.A. Allan, had no idea that I was a cop and he had simply been told this had to remain discreet.

As a professional stripper, he knew how to keep secrets so this was no big deal.

Despite the circumstances, I was super excited as it would be the very first time I would be properly going "undercover."

Just holding my fake passport was a thrill.

Sure, the first step was to learn how to get naked in front of an audience, but it was an important mission nonetheless.

I was introduced to Peter Thorne during the afternoon. He would be my partner all throughout the assignment.

Peter was a 50 years-old man, with a fat belly from his dad-body, and an untrimmed ginger beard.

He had come especially from Florida for this and he would be coming with me to San Antonio. He was a special agent and was used to assist cops going undercover.

According to him, I was his sixteenth mission.

"And not a single failure." He proudly claimed.

He told me what I should wear and gave me a few advice for playing my character.

He also showed me where the few cameras and mics had been set up in my place.

This was meant to condition me before I moved to San Antonio where I would be monitored all the time.

"Don't feel too weird about the cameras. We're not watching your moves 24/7. This system is only there so we can review the footage if anything were to happen."

"And I suppose the one in my bathroom is necessary?"

He smiled.

"Are you a prude or something?"

"Nah, I just feel bad for anyone who'll have to see me shit." I snapped back.

He laughed.

I liked Peter, he was a true professional and he was my direct boss but he was not taking himself too seriously.

I guess that part of his job was to make me feel comfortable trusting him.

"Since the mission will imply a lot of taking your clothes off, it's better that we rip that bandage off right away. Can you change into this? Your outfit for tonight."

He handed me a sleeveless tank-top, a tiny pair of yellow boxer briefs, and a pair of jeans.

The jeans were too tight compared to what I would normally wear, but overall, I could have pulled this outfit as myself.

It was not too different from my everyday style.

I was a bit surprised that Peter was asking me to change right in front of him, but I did not challenge the orders.

He was right, he would get to see me naked soon enough anyway.

Funny to think that my shameless attitude had been the one thing which had landed me the undercover mission I had been dreaming for most of my life.

Who could have known they would need an exhibitionist?

"How am I supposed to act with Allan tonight?" I asked while peeling my tee-shirt off.

"Like a straight guy who wants to make a bit of money. Listen, we've made sure your character wouldn't be too different from who you are. You shouldn't be playing a part constantly."

I took my jeans off and my underwear went down with my pants.

I almost covered myself up but then, I remembered that I had to learn to be comfortable in front of Peter.

I took everything off in one go, and I let my fat uncut cock hang there.

Ryan Smith was certainly shameless so I had to be as well. Besides, we were between men.

"Got it. I'm basically me with the only slight difference that I've gone for stripping instead of law enforcement." I summed up.

Peter was ostentatiously staring at my cock. I assumed it was another sort of a test.

He smirked at me.

"Exactly. And from what I can see, you've got everything to be the perfect Ryan Smith already."

I ignored his last comment and got myself into the yellow boxer briefs.

They were way too tight and sliding inside my ass crack.

"I think those are too small."

"They're not. We know your sizes. Our choices were deliberate." Peter told firmly, not leaving any room for debate.

I finished dressing up, feeling like I was about to whore myself out.

I kind of was.

I checked myself in the mirror. I had not changed much but it did feel like I had put on a costume.

"Does this look okay?" I asked, trying to hide my nerves.

"You look perfect. Good job! One of the things we'll have to be mindful of is whether we should wire mics on your body. It might be trickier than usually since you may have to take your clothes off often during the mission."

"Oh yes, right... I hadn't thought about this."

"We'll cross that bridge when we'll get to it. Don't worry."

"What about tonight?"

"You'll meet with a nobody stripper who believes he's famous. There's no need to record anything that will happen at the club. Literally, just learn how to move your body, man. It's the job interview next week that you'll have to nail."

"I'll try..."

Dallas did not have a ton of gay clubs but the "Man of Steel" was a super-star in each one of them.

I, for one, would be entering a gay establishment for the very first time in my life.

I did have a cringy thought parking there, I was afraid that someone would recognize me. One of my bros who would think that I had turned homo...

Although, if they were seeing me there, it would mean that they were attending the club themselves.

Besides, I had to learn to own up to it.

It was only for the good of the assignment after all.

Allan had asked me to be there around 11 PM to watch his first performance. The idea was for me to see him in action, and then, I could take a private lesson backstage once he would be done.

I arrived at about 9:45 PM and the place was already quite crowded.

It was not only a club; people were mostly there to enjoy a drink and have some fun at the bar.

There was a karaoke playing and a drag queen cleverly named "Nona Bynaree" hosting the show.

You did not get it? Non-Binary.

Anyway.

I did not even know that there were drag queens in Dallas, Texas.

I got stared at as soon as I walked in, which, I suppose, was a rather good sign for the mission to come.

I sat down on a stool at the bar and ordered a beer.

The bartender was certainly the youngest guy around me. Otherwise, the place was mostly occupied by older hairy men. Bears.

Yes, I knew some of the lingo.

"Here you go, handsome!" The shirtless bartender told as he handed me my drink.

"Thanks."

Honestly, I was not really in my element and I think that he could tell.

For that reason alone, it was important for me to be there so I would not be as shaky in San Antonio.

To be fair, the damn boxer briefs were smashing my junks (they were supposed to enhance my bulge) and rubbing against my crack.

A pair of tight underwear was certainly an appropriate attire for a stripper, but I thought that Peter had gone a little bit too far on this one.

My cock and balls needed some space to breathe! I was quite big down there.

Thankfully, the drag queen on stage was pretty funny and it was distracting enough.

Also, I am not going to lie, I enjoyed how the customers were eyeing me out. My biceps were all out in the sleeveless tank-top, and it was definitely to their liking.

I even got a few of them offering me a drink.

I mindlessly flexed to see if I could get more looks.

I did. Neat!

After a while, I had almost forgotten the reason why I was there, very much entertained by the drag queen and one of the clients in a Borat bathing-suit singing "I will always love you" from Whitney Houston to the crowd.

Say what you will about the gay community, but those guys sure know how to have fun!

At 11:15 though, the hostess had stopped singing and she made an important announcement.

"Guys, are you ready for the show to steam up a little?"

The excited crowd yelled their enthusiasm.

The place was even busier now, a lot of guys had arrived in the last hour.

It was a Friday night in the middle of June, people were eager to party and to let loose after a long week of work.

I think I recognized one of my teachers from High-school amongst the customers. He was quite drunk already.

"Please, welcome to the stage... The one and only... The Man of Steel!"

The cheers got louder.

Although, the word "stage" might have been an overstatement for the white cube with a pole which stood out in the center of the dance floor.

The stripper had to walk through the customers to get to it.

As soon as I saw Allan walking on the platform in his rainbow latex suit, I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Not that he was not delivering a great performance, but suddenly, I saw myself in his spot and I was not sure I was capable of doing it.

Stripping was not something one could simply improvise.

On the tune of "Born this Way" by Lady Gaga, Allan started shimmering lasciviously on stage.

He was cultivating his resemblance with Superman and he frankly looked exactly the part. Down to his face, his hair, his attitude... He was an almost exact doppelganger.

As for his body, that man was built like an actual super-hero, a Greek God of some sort.

The latex outfit glued to his muscles was enhancing his incredible physique in the most outrageous way possible.

I had gone to bodybuilding competitions once or twice in my youth, - not to participate myself since I thought the bodybuilder looks was not as appealing to women, but to support a gym mate who was competing -, and believe me, Allan would have beaten everyone there to the punch.

He was simply huge and that fact became even more evident as he started peeling off his super-hero suit.

Also, I should mention, his bulge was looking obscene, you could clearly see his firm erection through the fabric, and people were already trying to grab and rub it.

Were they allowed to touch?!

The Man of Steel was definitely living up to his name! Hard, solid, seemingly unbreakable.

He slowly slid the super-hero rainbow suit to reveal his overly muscular but smooth chest, and lower, he displayed a pair of latex rainbow briefs which seemed about to explode due to his raging hard-on.

Wow.

My stripping trainer was not only beefy, he was BIG everywhere.

He would keep the scandalous underwear on for the rest of his performance, grinding on the stage, and thrusting his hips against the pole.

There, the clients started pouring bills in his latex briefs, using the opportunity to cope a feel.

I was now pretty sure that it was indeed my old math teacher, sliding a 20 dollars bill on Allan's back, and slapping his fat juicy ass in the process.

For the second song, "Break Free" by Ariana Grande, The Man of Steel kept on dancing but he simultaneously oiled up his body.

He certainly got skills.

This took quite a while given how massive he was. There was a lot of ground to cover before he was glistening from head to toes.

His thighs were literally twice my size and I was a pretty fit guy myself!

I hoped that not all strippers had to be that beefy or I would never get the job... Fingers crossed that Chief Gordon and Peter Thorne had thought this one through.

Once he was done with his gig, Allan simply jumped off the stage and walked around the clients on the dance-floor.

Unlike me, it was obvious that he belonged there.

He knew most of the regulars, he was joking around, and he was welcoming any wandering hand feeling him up with a huge smile.

He was getting more dollar bills in his latex briefs on the way.

I was genuinely impressed.

[Chapter 2 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 2: The Man of Steel (Part 2)

Allan kept on flexing and pumping his muscles until he reached the bar and took a few photographs with his fans.

I tried to get his attention but I was not sure he remembered that I was supposed to be there and that we had an appointment.

I did not want to do too much because I would have looked like one of his groupies.

Let's get this straight, I could admire the man's craft but he was not really my type.

As time was passing by, I started to question myself about this whole plan.

The Man of Steel had inspired many guys surrounding me who had taken their shirts (and in some cases, their pants) off, and the atmosphere was getting downright sexual.

Two guys were making out right next to me, and then, literally over me. I had to move over.

And when I went to take a leak in the restrooms, - that is the issue with the beer drinking, it always makes you piss gallons -, there were guys blowing each other right in the open.

I stumbled on a blondish guy who was getting face-fucked by an older black man, apparently blessed with a huge cock, against the wall.

Once again, gay men know how to have fun!

I had rarely seen people have sex in straight club's restrooms.

Thinking of which, the only times I had witnessed it, it was because I was the one banging a chick in a stall!

Considering my history, I was not really in a position to judge those guys for having public sex and I honestly found this pretty funny.

However, I was wondering if I should not just leave and tell Peter and the Chief that I had failed.

I mean, what the fuck was I even doing there?

I hated this idea though.

What kind of undercover spy would I be if I could not talk to a stripper, which was not even the target, and which had been paid to teach me some moves?

As the black dude was emptying himself in the blondie's throat next to my urinal, I left the bathroom without washing my hands, determined to go talk one-on-one with Allan.

That was finally my opportunity since the Man of Steel was, for once, not surrounded by dozens of horny customers.

The music was blasting off and I tapped on his shoulders.

He turned around and lifted his arms in the air.

"Wanna sniff my pits for 50 dollars?" He shouted in my ear.

I was confused at first.

He really thought I was a client.

Well, I was. I was paying him for a service, but not for sniffing his stinky hairy pits!

"I'm Kyle." I shouted.

"WHO?"

And fuck me... I had told my real name.

How stupid could I be!?

I was the worst undercover cop ever...

Thankfully, the music was so loud that he had not heard me right.

"I'm Ryan! We talked through texts."

Allan was distracted by a guy shoving his hands in his latex underpants.

He looked at me and then, finally, it hit him.

"Oh! Ryan! Sure. I hadn't seen you here. How did you like the show?"

I could barely hear him, and I was mostly reading on his lips.

From around midnight, the vibe of the place was way more dance and loud techno music was playing.

"It was great. I... I'd like to launch myself."

"What?"

"I'd like to be a stripper!" I yelled.

He stared at me from head to toes.

"Come here, we'll go backstage!"

He grabbed my wrist and guided me through the busy dancefloor.

It was hard to walk through the crowd and I felt many hands gripping, or groping, me. One brushed against my cock; it gave me a tingling (but not unpleasant) feeling.

Finally, though, we reached a red door that said "staff" and once we had crossed it, we found ourselves in a much quieter space.

Thank God, I could not handle the loud music anymore.

"Sorry about that, it can be quite hectic in here on Friday nights, especially after my first show."

"No problem."

We were just the two of us in a room backstage. I recognized the wig of the drag queen in one of the lockers.

I felt like I was sweating a lot, but it was much worse for Allan who was dripping a mixture of sweat, - his own and the audience -, and body oil.

Not minding me, he started searching in his briefs to retrieve his money.

Trust me, he would not have had any issue finding his dick!

"Good night." He mumbled to himself as he was getting dozens of bills from his crotch.

"Damn... How much have you made?"

I was genuinely curious.

"I'll have to count but I'd say around 600, maybe 700 dollars. There were some generous regulars in the crowd. Lesson number 1, spot the wealthy ones, make sure they become regulars, and then, keep them happy."

700 dollars for an hour of work.

Jesus Christ, maybe I had chosen the wrong career path indeed.

Allan struggled with it but he finally managed to peel his underwear off. The thing was practically glued to his tanned skin.

He revealed his large cock casually, he was semi-hard.

I gulped.

"I have an interview for a club in another city and I... I wanted to get some advice from one of the best before going for it."

"You don't have any experience?"

Allan grabbed a bottle of water and drank from it. He also poured some water on his face. His performance had been pretty athletic.

"Not really... I have an opportunity in San Antonio and I want to take it, but I... I don't really know where to start."

"San Antonio, cool city... Turn around."

"What?"

"Turn around, kid. Let me check if you got what it takes."

He was massaging his impressive cut dick as he was talking which was startling me a little.

I obliged though. I had to keep playing my part.

"What do you think?" I anxiously asked.

"I'd have to see you naked for a complete assessment, but from what I can see, you have a great bubble butt, nice proportions, defined biceps."

He got closer and felt them.

"I'm going to the gym almost every single day." I spoke.

"I can see that." He grabbed my shoulders. "Strong, lean, you've got a cute face too. Nah, you could definitely make it in the business, bro."

This was silly but I was somewhat reassured.

"Thank you, I appreciate that."

"You know there's not so much for you to learn. It wouldn't work if you'd try to imitate someone else. You'll have to be yourself and this will be the reason people like you."

"Aren't you playing a character?"

Allan was bending over to reach a bottom locker near the floor, from which he got some materials. I did not recognize what it was, a tube of some sort.

No surprise, he was completely shameless and offering me a view of his asshole.

Smooth and perfectly shaven by the way.

Once again, I felt a weird tingle in my balls.

"Yes, I am. But I'm playing a character which is made for me. My attitude on stage or with the audience, it's something I've just developed over time, I didn't copy anyone. I went with what felt right for me."

"And what character do you think would be right for me?"

"Let me take a look... I think something traditional would suit you."

He was scanning me.

"Such as?"

"You know, you could go with a fireman routine, or a policeman... The usual drill. You certainly have the looks for it."

I felt myself turning red as he mentioned a policeman.

Literally, the thing he was thinking about at first glance was that I looked like a cop! Damn...

I was about to agree on the fireman's roleplay when I realized what he was holding and now, getting onto his cock.

"Lesson number two: Don't be afraid to use a cock pump! Don't get hooked on those Viagra pills, they'll give you a heart attack and shrink your dick. Your cock is your main working tool, you have to treat it well".

He started pumping his veiny dick right in front of me.

I tried to pretend like it was very casual but it was becoming difficult. I was open-minded and not really modest but this was a lot to take in.

I meant that figuratively but quite literally, anyone taking the Man of Steel's cock was brave.

"Sure... I'll... I'll keep that in mind." I mumbled.

"Are you uncut?"

"Yes, I am."

"Damn, you're lucky. I wish I was. It really does up your profile."

I stared at his cock.

Sure, it was cut, but it did not look like anything someone should complain about. I was not sure if it was because of the pump but it looked so freaking meaty and heavy.

"Do we really need to show everything?" I asked.

"If you want to make money, yeah, especially in gay clubs. I mean, there are some gigs for so-called "women's nights" in straight clubs and shit like that, but this doesn't pay. And these days, even the girls want the full-monty. Bro, you're sure you want to do this?"

I nodded yes.

"I'm sure, yeah. I mean, I've always loved showing off. It's just... It's all new to me..."

"I get that. We all have to start somewhere. I'll teach you some basic moves, it'll help, but the most important thing is that you need to love the job, otherwise, you won't last."

"Understood."

Shit, I was talking like a cop again.

"Anyway. Let's move on to some practice. You should have at the very least a routine for your job interview."

"Sure! That's exactly why I'm here."

"Good. Let me just finish the show. There's a special event on Fridays, I go all the way once we're past midnight."

"All the way?"

He smirked.

"I jerk off and cum for them."

Damn, Superman had gone wild!

"Oh..."

"But don't worry, you don't need to do that, nor to see that. I'll just go, do my thing, and then we'll take a half hour to teach you a routine. You can wait for me in here."

"Thanks, man."

"Unless you want to have a look at what I do?"

I honestly hesitated.

Maybe it was good for me to truly immerse myself into this world?

Although, I was pretty sure that I would never do more than just a strip routine. This was not in my assignment brief.

I did not need the extra sexual bullshit since I was not doing this for the money.

"Go do your thing, man."

"Wanna cope a feel before I leave? That's on the house, included in the price of the stripping lesson."

He stood still a few inches away from me, boasting his chest.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah... It's a good way to learn how to be comfortable. A stripper cannot be afraid of getting handsy."

"Hell, why not?"

I tentatively put my right hand on his massive right pec. The bastard made it bounce! He was definitely good at this.

"It does feel like steel." I commented.

"Wanna grab this as well?"

He looked down at his cock which throbbed on cue. The monster was awake.

"No... I... I'm good." I blurted out.

He patted my hair and walked through the red door again, back inside the club, only this time, he was stark naked and hard.

I heard the crowd going crazy as the door shut behind him.

For some freaking reason, I was regretting not grabbing his cock. And God damn it, I was hard myself!

Maybe I was made for this after all...?

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

 

[JSF777]

this one started good from the beginning.

 

[michaelnola]

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 2: The Man of Steel (Part 2)

Allan kept on flexing and pumping his muscles until he reached the bar and took a few photographs with his fans.

I tried to get his attention but I was not sure he remembered that I was supposed to be there and that we had an appointment.

I did not want to do too much because I would have looked like one of his groupies.

Let's get this straight, I could admire the man's craft but he was not really my type.

As time was passing by, I started to question myself about this whole plan.

The Man of Steel had inspired many guys surrounding me who had taken their shirts (and in some cases, their pants) off, and the atmosphere was getting downright sexual.

Two guys were making out right next to me, and then, literally over me. I had to move over.

And when I went to take a leak in the restrooms, - that is the issue with the beer drinking, it always makes you piss gallons -, there were guys blowing each other right in the open.

I stumbled on a blondish guy who was getting face-fucked by an older black man, apparently blessed with a huge cock, against the wall.

Once again, gay men know how to have fun!

I had rarely seen people have sex in straight club's restrooms.

Thinking of which, the only times I had witnessed it, it was because I was the one banging a chick in a stall!

Considering my history, I was not really in a position to judge those guys for having public sex and I honestly found this pretty funny.

However, I was wondering if I should not just leave and tell Peter and the Chief that I had failed.

I mean, what the fuck was I even doing there?

I hated this idea though.

What kind of undercover spy would I be if I could not talk to a stripper, which was not even the target, and which had been paid to teach me some moves?

As the black dude was emptying himself in the blondie's throat next to my urinal, I left the bathroom without washing my hands, determined to go talk one-on-one with Allan.

That was finally my opportunity since the Man of Steel was, for once, not surrounded by dozens of horny customers.

The music was blasting off and I tapped on his shoulders.

He turned around and lifted his arms in the air.

"Wanna sniff my pits for 50 dollars?" He shouted in my ear.

I was confused at first.

He really thought I was a client.

Well, I was. I was paying him for a service, but not for sniffing his stinky hairy pits!

"I'm Kyle." I shouted.

"WHO?"

And fuck me... I had told my real name.

How stupid could I be!?

I was the worst undercover cop ever...

Thankfully, the music was so loud that he had not heard me right.

"I'm Ryan! We talked through texts."

Allan was distracted by a guy shoving his hands in his latex underpants.

He looked at me and then, finally, it hit him.

"Oh! Ryan! Sure. I hadn't seen you here. How did you like the show?"

I could barely hear him, and I was mostly reading on his lips.

From around midnight, the vibe of the place was way more dance and loud techno music was playing.

"It was great. I... I'd like to launch myself."

"What?"

"I'd like to be a stripper!" I yelled.

He stared at me from head to toes.

"Come here, we'll go backstage!"

He grabbed my wrist and guided me through the busy dancefloor.

It was hard to walk through the crowd and I felt many hands gripping, or groping, me. One brushed against my cock; it gave me a tingling (but not unpleasant) feeling.

Finally, though, we reached a red door that said "staff" and once we had crossed it, we found ourselves in a much quieter space.

Thank God, I could not handle the loud music anymore.

"Sorry about that, it can be quite hectic in here on Friday nights, especially after my first show."

"No problem."

We were just the two of us in a room backstage. I recognized the wig of the drag queen in one of the lockers.

I felt like I was sweating a lot, but it was much worse for Allan who was dripping a mixture of sweat, - his own and the audience -, and body oil.

Not minding me, he started searching in his briefs to retrieve his money.

Trust me, he would not have had any issue finding his dick!

"Good night." He mumbled to himself as he was getting dozens of bills from his crotch.

"Damn... How much have you made?"

I was genuinely curious.

"I'll have to count but I'd say around 600, maybe 700 dollars. There were some generous regulars in the crowd. Lesson number 1, spot the wealthy ones, make sure they become regulars, and then, keep them happy."

700 dollars for an hour of work.

Jesus Christ, maybe I had chosen the wrong career path indeed.

Allan struggled with it but he finally managed to peel his underwear off. The thing was practically glued to his tanned skin.

He revealed his large cock casually, he was semi-hard.

I gulped.

"I have an interview for a club in another city and I... I wanted to get some advice from one of the best before going for it."

"You don't have any experience?"

Allan grabbed a bottle of water and drank from it. He also poured some water on his face. His performance had been pretty athletic.

"Not really... I have an opportunity in San Antonio and I want to take it, but I... I don't really know where to start."

"San Antonio, cool city... Turn around."

"What?"

"Turn around, kid. Let me check if you got what it takes."

He was massaging his impressive cut dick as he was talking which was startling me a little.

I obliged though. I had to keep playing my part.

"What do you think?" I anxiously asked.

"I'd have to see you naked for a complete assessment, but from what I can see, you have a great bubble butt, nice proportions, defined biceps."

He got closer and felt them.

"I'm going to the gym almost every single day." I spoke.

"I can see that." He grabbed my shoulders. "Strong, lean, you've got a cute face too. Nah, you could definitely make it in the business, bro."

This was silly but I was somewhat reassured.

"Thank you, I appreciate that."

"You know there's not so much for you to learn. It wouldn't work if you'd try to imitate someone else. You'll have to be yourself and this will be the reason people like you."

"Aren't you playing a character?"

Allan was bending over to reach a bottom locker near the floor, from which he got some materials. I did not recognize what it was, a tube of some sort.

No surprise, he was completely shameless and offering me a view of his asshole.

Smooth and perfectly shaven by the way.

Once again, I felt a weird tingle in my balls.

"Yes, I am. But I'm playing a character which is made for me. My attitude on stage or with the audience, it's something I've just developed over time, I didn't copy anyone. I went with what felt right for me."

"And what character do you think would be right for me?"

"Let me take a look... I think something traditional would suit you."

He was scanning me.

"Such as?"

"You know, you could go with a fireman routine, or a policeman... The usual drill. You certainly have the looks for it."

I felt myself turning red as he mentioned a policeman.

Literally, the thing he was thinking about at first glance was that I looked like a cop! Damn...

I was about to agree on the fireman's roleplay when I realized what he was holding and now, getting onto his cock.

"Lesson number two: Don't be afraid to use a cock pump! Don't get hooked on those Viagra pills, they'll give you a heart attack and shrink your dick. Your cock is your main working tool, you have to treat it well".

He started pumping his veiny dick right in front of me.

I tried to pretend like it was very casual but it was becoming difficult. I was open-minded and not really modest but this was a lot to take in.

I meant that figuratively but quite literally, anyone taking the Man of Steel's cock was brave.

"Sure... I'll... I'll keep that in mind." I mumbled.

"Are you uncut?"

"Yes, I am."

"Damn, you're lucky. I wish I was. It really does up your profile."

I stared at his cock.

Sure, it was cut, but it did not look like anything someone should complain about. I was not sure if it was because of the pump but it looked so freaking meaty and heavy.

"Do we really need to show everything?" I asked.

"If you want to make money, yeah, especially in gay clubs. I mean, there are some gigs for so-called "women's nights" in straight clubs and shit like that, but this doesn't pay. And these days, even the girls want the full-monty. Bro, you're sure you want to do this?"

I nodded yes.

"I'm sure, yeah. I mean, I've always loved showing off. It's just... It's all new to me..."

"I get that. We all have to start somewhere. I'll teach you some basic moves, it'll help, but the most important thing is that you need to love the job, otherwise, you won't last."

"Understood."

Shit, I was talking like a cop again.

"Anyway. Let's move on to some practice. You should have at the very least a routine for your job interview."

"Sure! That's exactly why I'm here."

"Good. Let me just finish the show. There's a special event on Fridays, I go all the way once we're past midnight."

"All the way?"

He smirked.

"I jerk off and cum for them."

Damn, Superman had gone wild!

"Oh..."

"But don't worry, you don't need to do that, nor to see that. I'll just go, do my thing, and then we'll take a half hour to teach you a routine. You can wait for me in here."

"Thanks, man."

"Unless you want to have a look at what I do?"

I honestly hesitated.

Maybe it was good for me to truly immerse myself into this world?

Although, I was pretty sure that I would never do more than just a strip routine. This was not in my assignment brief.

I did not need the extra sexual bullshit since I was not doing this for the money.

"Go do your thing, man."

"Wanna cope a feel before I leave? That's on the house, included in the price of the stripping lesson."

He stood still a few inches away from me, boasting his chest.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah... It's a good way to learn how to be comfortable. A stripper cannot be afraid of getting handsy."

"Hell, why not?"

I tentatively put my right hand on his massive right pec. The bastard made it bounce! He was definitely good at this.

"It does feel like steel." I commented.

"Wanna grab this as well?"

He looked down at his cock which throbbed on cue. The monster was awake.

"No... I... I'm good." I blurted out.

He patted my hair and walked through the red door again, back inside the club, only this time, he was stark naked and hard.

I heard the crowd going crazy as the door shut behind him.

For some freaking reason, I was regretting not grabbing his cock. And God damn it, I was hard myself!

Maybe I was made for this after all...?

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

Awesome as always. I knew this one was going to be excellent. Your writing and character development is off the charts. Great storyline as well and awesome that it is not the typical one---EXCELLENT!!!

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Awesome as always. I knew this one was going to be excellent. Your writing and character development is off the charts. Great storyline as well and awesome that it is not the typical one---EXCELLENT!!!

Oh thank you, means a lot!