Eager to prove himself, Kyle has always wanted to go on a risky undercover mission. Finally, the police department has found the perfect job for him. The straight jock will have to play the role of a male stripper to infiltrate a drug cartel. Little does he know that this is only the beginning of his (hot) journey.
UNDERCOVER
Chapter 3: Stripping 101
Allan had left the backstage hard and throbbing, he came back about twenty minutes later, his fat cock deflating but dripping with cum.
He was otherwise drenched with sweat.
Once again, the Man of Steel had given his all for the audience.
"Fuck... That was intense." He groaned as he walked in.
"It sure seemed like it." I noted.
He grabbed a small towel and wiped his cock off with it.
"Well, at least, they enjoyed it."
"Definitely. I could tell by the screams."
He chuckled.
"I bet... Have you taken a peek?"
In fact, I had.
A few times, I had slightly opened the door, just to see what the fuss was about inside the club.
In all fairness, it was quite difficult to turn your eyes away from the Man of Steel's performance once you had caught a glimpse of his outrageous moves.
From where I was looking, I was mostly staring at a firm muscular ass.
Allan had smeared his ass cheeks with body oil and I could tell, - but could not really see -, that he was stroking his huge dick for the crowd.
He was sometimes standing on the platform, and sometimes, he was frolicking or grinding in the middle of the dancefloor, among the customers, letting them have a feel of his stripper's shredded body.
I had caught his (impressive) ejaculation from behind, he had sprayed his loads on another dude's bare chest.
The lucky guy was soaked with fresh cum.
"I haven't really." I lied.
"You're not into big hard leaking cocks?" Allan asked me with a grin.
"Not so much, no."
"I'm the same... Nothing can get me going like a nice wet pussy, but eh, you gotta give the people what they want, and gay guys are one of the most loyal clients on Earth."
"I heard."
"Could you help me with back, man?"
I swallowed my saliva as he handed me the tiny towel, before turning around.
"What do you need exactly?"
"Just wipe the oil from my back and my ass. It sticks. Normally, I'd be going straight to the shower but since we have a little lesson to go through, I'd just like a quick fix..."
"Sure."
I did as I was told and I dried Allan's body off.
His tanned and shaved buttocks were truly spectacular, even more so when we were this up-close and personal.
"Sorry for the bad smell... Performing is really like running a race. It takes a lot of energy from you." He explained.
He lifted his air to sniff his armpits and assess his own scent.
That was true, he was stinking like a busy locker-room after football practice.
"I get that. I used to sprint when I was younger."
"Were you any good at it?"
"Not really, I quit when I got into..."
I stopped myself. I almost said "the police force."
I really needed to get my head in the game.
"...into college." I corrected myself.
"Another college boy ending-up as a stripper." Allan commented as I was still taking care of his lower back.
There was quite a large area to cover.
"I guess so. I couldn't find my path in any traditional job."
"Why San Antonio, by the way?" Allan mindlessly asked.
"I think I just need a change; I've been wanting to try something new." I replied, evasive. "How much are you working out to have this body?"
"Three hours, every single day, ever since I'm 16. No excuse, no rest day, no bullshit, and above all, no skipping legs day."
"I can tell." I said, as I was wiping the back of his huge thighs.
They were sturdy as fuck.
"You're not as bulk as I am, but you're not so shrimpy yourself." He told me.
"Yes, I have my routine too."
He turned back towards me; his cock was flopping around and it almost hit me.
"I guess it's time for you to show me the goods. I'll sit right there, and you'll strip for me. Okay? We'll see how you go."
"What? Now?"
"Well, yeah. What should we be waiting for exactly? It's almost 1 AM already, you don't want to spend the entire night trapped in this backstage with me, do you?"
"'Course not. But what am I supposed to do?"
"As long as you take off your clothes, you'll be stripping all right. I'll give you some notes and indications all throughout your performance so you can learn some tricks."
I nodded yes as I felt the adrenaline growing inside of me.
Allan did not feel like dressing back up and he sat on a plastic chair backwards, stark naked, his sizeable cock and balls hanging low between the bars.
That was an uncommon and rather impressive sight.
"Should I put some music on?" I asked.
"Sure. Go ahead. There're stripping playlists on most music platforms."
I scrolled on my phone.
"Yes, I can see that."
I picked the Magic Mike's soundtrack. I thought it was fitting. Not gonna lie, I had pictured myself as the main star of this movie a few times before.
"Come on, go ahead! Don't be shy!" Allan whistled.
I thought it was even more awkward doing the strip-show just for him, that it would have been in front of a busy crowd.
Yet, I started moving my hips and I grabbed the base of my sleeveless tank-top.
Gawkily, I peeled it off from my chest.
I tried to go slow and sensual, I had seen strippers' dances before, I did my best to emulate them.
My top got stuck around my neck. I was not good at this.
"Fuck..." I mumbled.
"Continue, bro. That's nothing... Just take it off!"
Allan cheered me on and that helped a little.
I threw my tank top around.
Apparently, that was another mistake.
"To me, man. You should have thrown your shirt to me!"
"Oh... Okay..."
