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
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?"
