Eager to prove himself, Kyle has always wanted to go on a risky undercover mission. Finally, the police department has found the perfect job for him. The straight jock will have to play the role of a male stripper to infiltrate a drug cartel. Little does he know that this is only the beginning of his (hot) journey.
UNDERCOVER
Chapter 3: Stripping 101
Allan had left the backstage hard and throbbing, he came back about twenty minutes later, his fat cock deflating but dripping with cum.
He was otherwise drenched with sweat.
Once again, the Man of Steel had given his all for the audience.
"Fuck... That was intense." He groaned as he walked in.
"It sure seemed like it." I noted.
He grabbed a small towel and wiped his cock off with it.
"Well, at least, they enjoyed it."
"Definitely. I could tell by the screams."
He chuckled.
"I bet... Have you taken a peek?"
In fact, I had.
A few times, I had slightly opened the door, just to see what the fuss was about inside the club.
In all fairness, it was quite difficult to turn your eyes away from the Man of Steel's performance once you had caught a glimpse of his outrageous moves.
From where I was looking, I was mostly staring at a firm muscular ass.
Allan had smeared his ass cheeks with body oil and I could tell, - but could not really see -, that he was stroking his huge dick for the crowd.
He was sometimes standing on the platform, and sometimes, he was frolicking or grinding in the middle of the dancefloor, among the customers, letting them have a feel of his stripper's shredded body.
I had caught his (impressive) ejaculation from behind, he had sprayed his loads on another dude's bare chest.
The lucky guy was soaked with fresh cum.
"I haven't really." I lied.
"You're not into big hard leaking cocks?" Allan asked me with a grin.
"Not so much, no."
"I'm the same... Nothing can get me going like a nice wet pussy, but eh, you gotta give the people what they want, and gay guys are one of the most loyal clients on Earth."
"I heard."
"Could you help me with back, man?"
I swallowed my saliva as he handed me the tiny towel, before turning around.
"What do you need exactly?"
"Just wipe the oil from my back and my ass. It sticks. Normally, I'd be going straight to the shower but since we have a little lesson to go through, I'd just like a quick fix..."
"Sure."
I did as I was told and I dried Allan's body off.
His tanned and shaved buttocks were truly spectacular, even more so when we were this up-close and personal.
"Sorry for the bad smell... Performing is really like running a race. It takes a lot of energy from you." He explained.
He lifted his air to sniff his armpits and assess his own scent.
That was true, he was stinking like a busy locker-room after football practice.
"I get that. I used to sprint when I was younger."
"Were you any good at it?"
"Not really, I quit when I got into..."
I stopped myself. I almost said "the police force."
I really needed to get my head in the game.
"...into college." I corrected myself.
"Another college boy ending-up as a stripper." Allan commented as I was still taking care of his lower back.
There was quite a large area to cover.
"I guess so. I couldn't find my path in any traditional job."
"Why San Antonio, by the way?" Allan mindlessly asked.
"I think I just need a change; I've been wanting to try something new." I replied, evasive. "How much are you working out to have this body?"
"Three hours, every single day, ever since I'm 16. No excuse, no rest day, no bullshit, and above all, no skipping legs day."
"I can tell." I said, as I was wiping the back of his huge thighs.
They were sturdy as fuck.
"You're not as bulk as I am, but you're not so shrimpy yourself." He told me.
"Yes, I have my routine too."
He turned back towards me; his cock was flopping around and it almost hit me.
"I guess it's time for you to show me the goods. I'll sit right there, and you'll strip for me. Okay? We'll see how you go."
"What? Now?"
"Well, yeah. What should we be waiting for exactly? It's almost 1 AM already, you don't want to spend the entire night trapped in this backstage with me, do you?"
"'Course not. But what am I supposed to do?"
"As long as you take off your clothes, you'll be stripping all right. I'll give you some notes and indications all throughout your performance so you can learn some tricks."
I nodded yes as I felt the adrenaline growing inside of me.
Allan did not feel like dressing back up and he sat on a plastic chair backwards, stark naked, his sizeable cock and balls hanging low between the bars.
That was an uncommon and rather impressive sight.
"Should I put some music on?" I asked.
"Sure. Go ahead. There're stripping playlists on most music platforms."
I scrolled on my phone.
"Yes, I can see that."
I picked the Magic Mike's soundtrack. I thought it was fitting. Not gonna lie, I had pictured myself as the main star of this movie a few times before.
"Come on, go ahead! Don't be shy!" Allan whistled.
I thought it was even more awkward doing the strip-show just for him, that it would have been in front of a busy crowd.
Yet, I started moving my hips and I grabbed the base of my sleeveless tank-top.
Gawkily, I peeled it off from my chest.
I tried to go slow and sensual, I had seen strippers' dances before, I did my best to emulate them.
My top got stuck around my neck. I was not good at this.
"Fuck..." I mumbled.
"Continue, bro. That's nothing... Just take it off!"
Allan cheered me on and that helped a little.
I threw my tank top around.
Apparently, that was another mistake.
"To me, man. You should have thrown your shirt to me!"
"Oh... Okay..."
I picked it up from the floor and handed it to Allan.
He stood up.
"Not like this, Ryan." He moved behind me and grabbed my waist. "See, if you need to pick something up from the floor, you really need to be bending over."
He pushed my back and I arched down under his guidance.
"Wow..." I muttered.
"Yes, just like that..." He had his flaccid cock smashed against my jeans. "And you should always be in control, you're the one deciding of the pace."
He let go of me so I could continue the show.
I took my shoes off, once again, it looked clumsy the way I did it, and then, I removed my socks. Talk about an awful stink, they definitely were not smelling like roses!
I glanced at Allan for his approval.
"Correct order for removing your clothes, although, you'd not be wearing socks to begin with for an actual show. That's a no-go."
I agreed and continued with my performance. Well, if we can call whatever I was doing a performance.
It was time to remove my belt.
"Don't be so hesitant, Ryan... Thrust your hips, shimmer your body, you know what to do! You just have to own it!"
I stared straight at him as I moved my hips and squatted down. I had seen Allan do this earlier on stage.
I felt like I was turning into a slut, but I supposed, this was part of the assignment.
"Now, before you slide down your jeans, you need to turn around, create some suspense, make the crowd anticipate it."
"Like that?"
I turned and bent over.
"Yeeha! That's what I'm talking about!"
I took my jeans off slowly, - and I hoped, sensually -, until I was left standing in my tiny yellow boxer briefs.
They were still sliding inside my ass crack behind, but thankfully, I was about to get rid of them for good.
"Grab the waistband, and very slowly, pull them down."
I listened to Allan's advice.
"Should I turn around?"
"Walk on the stage, imagine there's an audience on your left, right, and center... Yes, exactly like that. Nice briefs by the way! Nice bulge!"
I laughed nervously.
"They're a bit too tight..." I confessed, as I was thrusting my hips in the air.
"Shh... They're not. They fit you just right! Here, grab his."
Allan thew his bottle of oil my way.
I caught it, I had always been good at teams' sports and at catching balls.
I knew what I had to do next. Moisturizing my chest and legs, rubbing the oil throughout my entire body.
There, I really started to look the part.
"Spend some time on your male titties... Yes... Fuck, you're natural at this!"
Rubbing my nipples, I felt proud, it was like the strip-legend was endorsing me.
It was time for the big reveal.
I played with the waistbands of my yellow boxer briefs some more, as instructed by my teacher.
He was right about my bulge. Peter Thorne had picked this outfit carefully; it was enhancing all the right things.
"Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" Allan cheered jokingly.
I winked at him, - I thought that was a nice touch -, and I finally slid down the underwear to reveal my bare cock and ass.
I was not hard but I was not entirely soft either. I had grown a semi during my dance, or maybe, I had it since I had watched Allan performing.
