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Undercover - Chapter 11
🕑 Added 2024-12-21 11:00:05 +0000 UTCUNDERCOVER
Chapter 11: Carrots and Bunnies
“We’ve heard some concerning news about Andriy Kravchenko.”
“Tell me more.”
Peter and I were meeting in a coffee shop outside of the city.
We had not seen each other physically in weeks. It was about ten days after my night at the Sorrow.
“The man is back on the continent, probably staying in San Antonio as we speak. And he seems ready to sell many of his assets, likely planning on a move.”
“Okay. That’s interesting.”
“Kyle, you have to understand this. It means that from this point on, we have to act quickly. We won’t have as much time as we thought to settle your character in. We may be running out of time.”
“Oh damn… Well, what do you have in mind?”
He sighed.
“I hate telling you this but the team is starting to lose faith on the whole getting closer to the son’s operation.”
“Why? We’ve made progress! Everything went according to plan. I got the gig at the strip club and Artem Kravchenko did notice me. I went to the Sorrow; we planned a dinner…”
“And then what?”
That hurt.
Indeed, nothing consequential had happened since that night.
“It’s not that easy. I thought Kravchenko would be at the clubs more often. I haven’t seen him since that night! What am I supposed to do? I don’t have his phone number or personal contact.”
“At this point in the mission, maybe you should have those. What do you think it is? A vacation for you to make some money at a gay club, hang out with your stripping bros, and fuck your neighbor?”
I was taken aback.
How did he know about Amber?
I did not ask; this would only make things worse for me.
As much as I was annoyed that the team would distrust me after everything that I had done for the mission to be successful, if I was true to myself, I had to recognize that I may have taken it a bit more chill for the past week and a half.
Deep down, I think that I was getting scared of the way our main target was making me feel.
If I were to go any further with him, things would certainly slip towards a dangerous path.
In a way, it was more reassuring to keep on doing what I did best, - living my life as Ryan or Girthy Ry -, without trying to push for more.
It was also probably the reason why I had gone back to Amber’s apartment a few times.
She was hot as fuck for sure, but ultimately, I needed to reassure myself on my heterosexuality.
And what better way to do that than fucking my sexy neighbor’s brains out?
“That’s not fair, Peter. I’ve been following every instruction. You’re the one who told me that my cover was great.” I replied, trying to sound neutral.
“Man, I have nothing to say about your cover or what you’ve done so far. And I know how difficult it is to do this job. Trust me, been there, done that. I’m just saying this for you; I know you want this assignment to be a success as much as I do, and I simply don’t want the mission to be cut short.”
“Neither do I! What’s the problem exactly? What am I supposed to do now?”
“The problem is that we’ve had another informant telling us about Andriy being back. Honestly, the whole point of your undercover is to get close enough to have this information before anyone else. If you cannot do that, it just makes sense for the P.D. to explore other options. They’ve already sent a woman to get to Andriy directly.”
“He’ll never fall for that!”
“I agree. And this is why I’ve put all my eggs on the same basket, yours! Andriy will smell the bullshit from miles away, that woman meant to seduce him is probably condemned as we speak. I really thought we were going somewhere with you.”
“We are! I’ve just had a minor setback as Artem has gone MIA.”
“Yes, I gotta give this to you, he’s been used to go the clubs much more often… He’s sort of vanished from our own radars too. Probably too busy dealing with his father coming back.”
I could not help myself from feeling empathy towards Artem.
Nobody chooses where they are born.
He had not really decided to go for this life, as Andriy’s only son, his family empire had landed on his laps and now, it appeared that he had more duties than anything else.
“Look. I still have a pending invitation to dinner. I swear I was getting somewhere.”
“Then, make sure that dinner happens, or anything really. I simply have to show to the team that the investment we’re putting on you is worth it, that you’re making progress.”
“Understood.”
“I also get any reluctance to go further. You understand that you’ll have to flirt and get very intimate with the man… Not only become his friend, right?”
I puffed.
“I’m not that naïve, I did understand that part of the plan a long time ago.”
“Fine, then. Don’t forget this is only a job, that doesn’t define you. It must be freaking weird flirting with another man but you’ve done such a great job so far in this regard, you can succeed. I’m sure of it.”
If only he knew that I was more afraid of liking it too much rather than being weirded out by it.
“Thank you, Peter. I appreciate that.”
“You’re at a crucial point of your mission right now. You’ve been playing your role masterfully, this whole month had brought you where you are now, a credible Ryan Smith, a notorious and friendly stripper. You simply need to move on to the, let’s say, manipulation part of the job. The part where you need to use the connections that you’ve made so far to get much closer to the target.”
“Yeah, I get it, I have to step up my game. Maybe I was so afraid to be found out that I didn’t use certain leads, like, about Artem’s ex-boyfriend for instance, or the meeting he was having at the Sorrow.”
“No need to take any risk but…”
“But?”
Peter seemed to think about how to go about mentoring me.
“Maybe that image will help you out. Think about a donkey and how you can get it to where you want it to be. Sure, you can try to go hard at it, you can whip his ass, but that’s not really subtle nor efficient, is it?”
“I guess not…”
“And this is not what I want you to do, Kyle. Instead, I want you to use a carrot, to bring the donkey exactly where we want us to be willingly and without him realizing he’s being baited. Just because he’ll see a tasty juicy carrot at the end of the line!”
I chuckled.
“That’s your manipulation 101 lesson?”
Peter smiled.
“Did I make my point clear?”
“I feel like you’ve just compared me to a carrot and Artem Kravchenko to a donkey, but other than that, I think I got the gist of it.”
“That’s my big nutritious carrot talking!” He joked.
“Come on…”
“Are you good, Kyle? Seriously? If you don’t feel like it, nobody will be mad but if you keep going and doesn’t get anywhere, people at the department might start feeling frustrated.”
He was pressuring me hard.
“I’m good and I’ve got it. I just didn’t know about the timeline, now, if I have to be quicker, I’ll be.”
“Good. Again though, don’t take any unreasonable risk. This is not the point of this discussion, at all, and having you uncovered would be the worst-case scenario.”
“That’s clear. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”
I was boiling inside but I had to show confidence to be taken seriously.
It was a huge wake-up call though.
I thought I was killing this undercover mission when in reality, I was completely out of the loop.
They had other informants and other plans.
No more distraction. No more Amber’s night calls. No more living my stripper’s life carefree.
The good thing was that, by this point, I had built a great friendship with some of the guys of the Rainbow Club.
Aside from Manuel and Javier, my gym bros, I had also gotten close to Will and to Colin.
The former homeless man and the college student were both cool dudes and they had invited me for after-work drinks a couple of times already.
I thought they might be able to help me get closer to Artem that very night as the three of us were on duty at the club.
I started with Will, given his history, I assumed that he would be the most likely to have Artem Kravchenko’s personal phone number.
“No, sorry bro. Why do you need that?”
I should probably clarify that we were having this conversation backstage as we were dressing up into the most ludicrous rabbit costumes.
It was bunnies’ night at the Rainbow…
Because we were on a Thursday, it was one of the more manageable evenings and neither Lamar nor Jeffrey was there to manage us.
“I… I want to thank him about something he did for me and I realize I cannot join him.”
“Yeah, Mr. Kravchenko is not an easy man to contact.” Will said, while pushing his (huge) cock into a white and pink furry speedo.
Colin was struggling behind us trying to get his bunnies’ ears to stand right on his ginger hair.
I helped him out.
“Looking for Krav’s phone number?” He asked.
“Yes, why?”
“No reason…”
He had a cheeky smile on his face; - And a raging erection between his legs as he was pumping his cock at the same time, but I guess this is not the point.
“Tell me, man, do you have it? His number?”
“Maybe.”
“Come on, Colin, what are you playing at right now? Help a bro out!”
“The problem is, Krav doesn’t even know that I have it. I got it from a guy who used to work here and hooked me up to get an interview last year.”
“Who?”
“A dude named Charlie.”
“From the Sorrow? The bartender there?”
“Yes, I guess he was working here before moving to the Sorrow.”
I remembered Charlie being rather friendly with Artem.
“Well, great. I know Charlie too; you can give me the number. Nobody would know that it comes from you.”
“Guys, we really need to go on stage.” Will called us out. “And Colin, be careful about that thing, your cock is about to explode.”
“Damn! Yes!”
I looked down and his dick was trapped in the pumping machine, turned all purple with every one of the thick blue veins seemingly about to pop.
I knew he wanted to get it bigger but at this pace, he would lose his cock altogether!
Colin laughed.
“I’m fine, let’s go!”
When Massive Will, Magic Boy (Colin), and Girty Ry were taking on the stage, the public knew they were in for a naughty treat, even when we were dressed as freaking rabbits.
My mind was reeling during the entire performance.
First, I was frustrated about myself even more than before.
I had just gotten the confirmation that it was not so difficult to get someone to give me Artem’s number and I had lost some precious time.
Secondly, I was still not there yet.
Colin may have been barely 19, but he was a smart guy and he had seemingly understood that this contact meant a lot for me.
I hoped not, but certainly, he could play hard to get.
I would jerk his fat cock enough to make him want to give me that favor!
That being said, out of all the guys, I think Colin was the one I enjoyed “playing with” the most anyway.
If I had to choose someone to fool around with, it would have been him.
He was fit as fuck, naturally sexy, and he had both a great ass and a great uncut cock, a perfect 8 inches size-wise and leaking at all time.
As soon as he was getting hard, the tip of his cock was creating foam and precum.
It had sort of become a routine to jerk each other off on stage.
The only frustrating part was that we were not allowed to cum, as per Lamar’s strict rules, only following Ferguson’s instructions himself.
I was getting blue balls after blue balls after blue balls…
As I was getting on my knees and exposing the cockhead of the ginger boy to the crowd, I thought of the security camera filming me and I hoped that Artem was watching this.
Maybe he would be the one to come for me?
I mean, I was seriously hot in my own bunny costume.
For the record, it was only made of a white jockstrap and ridiculous rabbits’ ears.
Colin had some pink sweat pants and white gloves on, which I was a bit frustrated with since it made him wanking me off much more difficult.
I was expecting more from him but I still gave my best shot while I was stroking his fat cock, committed to have Colin in a great mood to have that freaking phone number before the end of the night.
“Bro… Easy… I’m about to nut…”
I was doing a good job then!
The evening took another unexpected turn after our second performance.
At this point, Will was parading around the club to get some more tips in exchange of a quick stroke of his humongous black cock while Colin and I were returning backstage.
“This dude is insatiable.” I commented, looking at Will being handled by three different guys simultaneously.
Colin completely ignored what I was saying and almost jumped on me.
“Ry, wanna go with me in a private room?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I can suck you off!”
I looked at him as if he was becoming insane. Like, early Alzheimer or something.
“Dude, I thought you were straight.”
“Oh God, you’re so slow! Not for my own enjoyment. There’s a guy I’m doing privates with often, he just came to me and asked if I could do a private show with you. Like, he’s offering A LOT of money.”
“I’m not doing this… You know that.”
“Yeah, yeah, the only person you saw behind the red drape is our fucking boss, but come on, the dude is rich as fuck and you basically won’t have to do a thing. I’m already willing to sacrifice myself and doing the blowjob! You just have to enjoy.”
Honestly, it was tempting.
Not for the sake of the mission or anything, simply having Colin blowing my dick seemed like a great way to release the pressure and having some fun.
I had never been properly sucked by another guy and the ginger college student, who will soon become a dentist, seemed like the perfect mouth to give this a try.
I pretended that I was more reluctant than I truly was.
“Colin, I don’t know, you’ll make me cum and we still have to go on stage one last time afterwards.”
“As if you could not get it back up in half an hour. Please man! Do this for your boy! I have crazy tuition to pay.”
Because of the theme of the evening, there were stuffed carrots everywhere.
I remembered the words of Peter and they could not have sounded more accurate.
I finally had the perfect juicy carrot to use in order to obtain exactly what I wanted.
My own freaking hardening dick.
“Okay, you suck me off, we share the money, and you gimme that phone number.”
He laughed.
“Dang! You really want that contact info!”
“Yes, and I really want you to keep this for yourself.” I said a little more seriously.
“Anything that happens in private stays in private.”
He fist-bumped me.
I trusted the guy. I had to, anyway.
“I’m in then.”
And this is the story of how I found myself getting my first gay blowjob in a private cubicle inside the Rainbow Club!
The client was a regular. I had already seen him at the club many times and once or twice, he had requested a private from me.
I had politely declined.
I was also pretty sure that Manuel had locked himself up in a private room with him multiple times.
He was a new rich, like a lottery winner or something, too happy to spend hundreds of dollars a night on the hot and shameless San Antonio boys.
At his accent, I knew that he was not from here but I guess he wanted to enjoy his new fortune under the Texan Sun.
He was in his forties and good looking enough, he did not need to pay for escorting services, but some people just like to show that they have the money to spend.
Anyway, I got behind the red curtain and Colin did not wait more than five seconds to get on his knees.
The rabbit was hungry!
He was still wearing the freaking bunny ears.
What a joke.
Yet, I was hard and I did not have to make any effort to get to full mast.
By now, I knew that I had an exhibitionist side, and I also could not deny that I had a “gay” side…
Colin’s lips getting so closed to my cock while we were being watched by a guy stroking his own dick was definitely making me horny.
“Ready to taste it?” I teased him.
Colin swallowed his saliva.
He was a dirty fucker, I bet he could not wait either.
Thankfully, he had gotten rid of the furry gloves and he grabbed my cock bare.
This, I knew that he was good at!
He had stroked my cock countless of times already and every time, he was massaging my balls at the same time, making the wanking so enjoyable.
Besides, Colin had always been jealous of the extra inch I had on him and I could often see the envy in his blue eyes.
That thought alone was enough to get me going.
“Yes, jerk him good and then… Hmmm… Put it in your mouth…” The customer begged, already close to cum.
I hoped that he was not about to ruin this by nutting too soon!
At this point, I really wanted to feel Colin’s full lips wrapped around my cockhead.
I was already dripping between his fingers!
“Should I go for it?” He asked me with a daring smile.
The rabbit ear pieces were killing me.
“Put it in your mouth, Magic Boy!”
I thought it was wiser to use his stripper’s name in front of the client.
Colin first opened his mouth but he continued teasing me, getting so close but not locking his lips around my shaft.
I could still feel his breathing on my dickhead though.
That was hot as hell.
I spat on my own cock to make it slimier before he would put it in his mouth.
There was something exciting in having Colin licked my cock while being slippery and full of my saliva.
He added his own spit to the mix.
Filthy!
With the precum already there, the whole bone was drenched… Only waiting to get serviced.
The customer sitting on the red sofa was edging himself very hard, in awe of what he was witnessing.
“Ready?” Colin whispered, licking my balls off.
“Hmmm…” I looked down at him and then at the client. “You know it’s my first time, right? You better be very generous with us.”
The guy nodded yes frenetically.
His cut cock was all wet as well.
Believe me, it was stinking manhood and sex so damn bad in that narrow cubicle.
And then, finally, I felt Colin’s tongue sliding over my rod.
The college stud really went for it, it surprised me! It was as if he was doing this on a daily!
He kissed my shaft first, licked my piss slit, just like he was trying to get inside my cock, - the sensations were amazing -, he slurped on the mix of saliva and precum and then, he swallowed a good part of my cock in his mouth and throat.
All in one go!
“Hmmm… Fuck…”
I was honestly losing my mind.
“Grrl… Grrlll…”
Already, Colin was in so deep, gagging on my shaft.
I looked below as my dick was disappearing in his mouth and I threw the damn rabbit ears out of his head to get a better view… and a better grip.
I pulled his orange hair and guided him down my dick.
He did not seem bothered one bit, so I assumed I could go just like I liked it: HARD and DIRTY!
“Eat my big fat carrot, little bunny!”
I pushed my cock deeper in his throat as I simultaneously forced his head down my rod.
“Grlll…”
The guy chocked, struggled to breathe, but he held on.
On my side, the customer had slipped down on his knees to get a better view and was wanking his cock so hard it was almost scary.
I focused back on the mouth that I was now face-fucking.
Dang.
I loved it, going in and out a throat like this.
Every time my brain reminded me that I was drilling a dude, - and not just another chick -, it was turning me on even more.
So taboo, so surreal, so hot.
“Fuck, Magic Boy, you’re good at this… Hmmm… Yes, go deeper… Fuck… That feels nice…”
I shoved my nine-inches a little bit too hard. I tapped against his throat, he gagged one time too many and Colin pulled back.
He also scratched my ass he had been holding on to stay still.
“Damn… That cock is thick!” He laughed, panting.
“They don’t call me Girthy Ry for nothing!”
I had almost forgotten about him when I heard his voice.
“Sir… May… May I?”
I smiled largely at our thirsty customer, begging for a taste.
“Do you mind sharing, Magic boy?”
Colin said no. He grabbed my dick and pointed it towards our generous friend.
I was buzzing.
The guy started blowing me while Colin was still stroking my dick and, - with his signature move -, slowly rubbing my hairy balls.
They were full. I was ready to bust.
“You like that, Ry?” Colin asked, doing the most to drive me crazy.
“Fuck yeah, I do! Come on, join in on the fun. Get your tongue all over it as well.”
A double blow-job, was not it the best way for my first real dive into gay sex?!
I pulled each of their hair and made them work around my dick. They were taking turns, sort of fighting to get the best piece out of my dripping bone.
I would not last long before cumming but neither would they.
Both of my servants were stroking their respective cocks.
If it was stinking like sweaty horny men earlier, now, the vibe was even more bestial.
I shut my eyes and I could no longer tell who was who.
Maybe Colin was not gay but he definitely knew his way around a cock. He was milking me like a champ.
“Aaaah… Guys… I… I’m about to nut…” I moaned after about five minutes of intense servicing.
In case you were wondering, those two mouths were not too much to take care of all of my junks. It seemed like just the right amount of tonguing.
“Where do you want to cum?” Colin asked.
I looked at the client.
He did not seem to mind much, he was very focused on his deepthroat, shutting his eyes, his nose hitting my pubes.
You bet that I was this close to jizz! The sensations were out of this world.
“I want to cum in YOUR mouth, Magic Boy!”
For some reason, it was just much hotter to nut inside Colin’s throat instead of the stranger.
The guy pulled out and he hastily agreed.
“Yes, suck him one last time… And you… Yes, empty yourself inside of him… I’m gonna cum too!”
I grinned.
Of course he would.
“You know what you have to do, Magic Boy!”
Colin was drooling over my junks. He grabbed the base of my cock and shoved the rest in his eager mouth.
Had he already swallowed cum, ever?
I did not know and I chose to believe that I would generate his very first creamy loads.
Bon appetit, Colin!
“Grrl… Grrl…”
He deepthroated me harder than he had done so far. He wanted it so bad. I could feel it in the way he was devouring my dick.
“Oh God… Yes… Stay there… Hmmm… I… I’m cumming…”
“Fuck…” The client whispered.
There, the ropes of thick cum started flying out of my piss slit to pain his throat white.
I stayed in, holding Colin’s pretty face still.
“Hmmm… Yes…. Hmmm…”
The poor college boy was drowning in my male juice.
He let go of my cock after a while, only to open his perfect dentist student’s mouth wide all over again and show us the milk bathing inside.
Damn, I really had filled him up.
He swallowed my nut until the very last droplet.
Simultaneously, our happy client was making a big mess on the floor.
You did not want to be a cleaning lady at the Rainbow Club… Unless you would, little pervert reading this tale!
Anyway, the customer was satisfied, I was drained, and Colin was over the moon with the cash we had made in just under fifteen minutes.
To be fair, I really had gotten the best share of that deal.
“How did it feel, really?” I asked him after our little show.
“Bro, I can still feel the taste of your cum in my mouth… I think I’ll have to brush my teeth hundreds of times before it disappears!”
“Good thing that you’re a future dentist then!”
He laughed.
“I guess. Here’s your share of the money and I haven’t forgotten about the number either; I’ve already sent you Krav’s contact on your phone.”
“Thanks man. Really appreciate that. I…”
“No need to tell me more, I think it’s better if I don’t know anything else.”
I smiled.
He was smart.
“You know it, bro.”
About ten minutes later, I was struggling to send the perfect message to Artem Kravchenko.
I absolutely did not want to look desperate.
I also did not want to throw Colin under the bus and say that he had given me the contact.
In the end, I thought it was better not to dwell on that part and just to get straight to the point.
It was not that deep.
“Hey, it’s Ryan from the Rainbow Club… And the Sorrow. I thought we had a dinner planned. What happened to that? You vanished. Hope we’ll get to it at some point and hope you’re doing well in any case.”
I did not have to languish for a reply for too long.
Despite that it was the middle of the night in a week-day, Artem replied instantly.
With a link first.
I clicked it and it led to a map, it was a rendezvous point. A fancy restaurant in the bougiest part of the town.
“Friday, 7:30PM.” He wrote.
My heart beating accelerated.
Wow.
This was an actual date.
“I’m supposed to work at the Rainbow on Friday night but my boss will probably be fine with me arriving a little late. ;)” I wrote back.
Again, he replied instantly.
“I’ll tell Lamar you won’t be performing on Friday, at all.”
I was buzzing as I read those messages.
Three seconds later, I got another text.
“At the very least, you won’t be performing for them… Maybe I’ll finally have my private show.”
What was I feeling? Fear? Excitement for the mission? Lust to be with him?
Who freaking knew but the dinner was definitely on!
I let Peter know right away and I talked to the camera in my living room.
“Advancing on the mission guys; I’ll have some one-on-one time with Artem Kravchenko on Friday. A date. He seems very excited to see me. I got him hooked.”
I failed to mention that I was also potentially hooked.
This part was irrelevant. At least, for now.
Comments
syrus80
I sense that there won’t be a happy ending. No pun intended. I’ll enjoy Ry and Artem connecting, for now.
Devin
Love this story. But the I love all your stories. Great stopping point you brat. You know we’re dying to know just what will happen on the date. I hope he becomes very gay. I also hope Artem isn’t involved in his father’s dealings, which is why he’s stayed away. Let daddy be taken down and Artem and Ry can become hot, nasty lovers…..hahaha
