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Undercover - Chapter 06
🕑 Added 2024-10-12 10:00:03 +0000 UTCUNDERCOVER
Chapter 6: Wet Wrestling Mania
I could not believe that they were here: my gym buddies, Javier and Manuel, all muscles out and basically, all nipples out, trapped in their Lycra, bright pink, wrestling singlets.
They were annoyed with Lamar for giving them a lesson about being on time.
“You should follow our rookie’s lead; he arrived an hour and a half ago!” Lamar barked at them.
“An hour and a half, come on! That’s just ridiculous. Who does that?”
The cousins turned towards me.
“Wait…”
“Hey, guys.”
“Ryan?!”
Both of them stopped for a second and then, they burst out laughing as they recognized me (and glanced at my obscene bulge).
“What are you doing here, buddy? You didn’t tell us you were in the naughty business!?” Manuel joked.
“Neither did you!” I snapped back.
“That’s fair! Although, this is no secret.”
Manuel came forward to hug me and Javier followed suit.
It was quite something to hug each other in such revealing and tight singlets.
Especially as I had just pumped my cock so it was firmly hard and it looked as massive as it possibly could.
Our respective cocks rubbed during the greetings. Awkward.
Honestly, they looked rather incredible themselves.
With the amount of time that they were spending at the gym with seemingly no day-to-day job, I should have figured that the studs were strippers on the side!
Also, that explained the jockstraps and the other revealing outfits they were wearing on the regular.
“When did you get the gig?” Javier asked me.
“I auditioned yesterday. This is my first time… Stripping in this club, I mean.”
“Well, well, well, this reunion is very interesting and heart warming, but we’re already behind schedule. It’s time to go up on stage, gentlemen!” Lamar intervened.
“To do what exactly?” Manuel enquired.
Honestly, good question, I was still fairly confused regarding what was expected of me.
“I’ll give the instructions as we go, you should only mind about looking hot and skanky! As per usual, flexing, rubbing, and grinding are very much encouraged.” Lamar particularly looked at me. “If you’re confused, just follow the others’ leads.”
Matthiew (or Juicy, I am not really sure how I should call him) put his hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t worry, the crowd at the Rainbow is amazing. You’ll enjoy yourself.”
“And they’re wealthy as fuck, this place isn’t cheap!” Javier added with a grin.
Lamar made some final checks on our outfit (and on the firmness our crotches) and he led the way towards the main stage.
As he had mentioned previously, an inflatable rainbow pool was taking most of the stage, there were a couple of smaller platforms behind it.
Already, I felt a few hands gripping me as we walked the few flights of stairs towards the stage.
I looked around. I was a bit dizzy and overwhelmed by the clamor and cheers.
In front of me, Manuel’s large ass was a great guide to know where I should go.
“Are you guys ready to have fun?” Lamar howled in a microphone.
He was met with more applause from the crowd.
I felt my legs shaking a little.
Fuck, maybe I had overestimated myself.
Lamar was right, only when doing an actual performance live, one could tell if he was meant to be a stripper… or not!
I supposed this was the moment of truth.
“Tonight, it is PINK versus BLUE for our third annual Wet Wrestling Mania! Will compete tonight: three of your favorite boys and our rookie making his BIG, FAT, EXCITED debut… Please make a round of applause for Girthy Ry!”
Javier pushed me forward so I would walk further on the stage, getting closer to the audience who was cheering me on.
I could get used to that.
I waved my hand like an idiot, as if I was Miss Universe or something, and then, remembering what they wanted from me, I grabbed my scandalous (and stiffed) bulge.
There, I could tell that I was getting them on my side.
I would say that about 200 to 300 people were there. 95% of men.
“But first, taking part in our initial challenge, please welcome inside the pool, Juicy and Big J.!”
Javier shimmered his way beside me and joined Matthiew, A.K.A. Juicy, who was already standing in the pool in his blue singlet.
The container was filled with a mix of oil and I was not sure what else, but it looked slippery as fuck as Javier almost collapsed when he eagerly jumped in.
It was a good way for me to have a look at how my co-workers would handle the challenge before getting there myself.
I assumed this had been Lamar’s idea.
He would not have sent the quote-on-quote “rookie” first.
This meant that I would probably be facing Manuel, which was not necessarily a great news because even if Manuel and Javier looked like twins, Manuel was still slightly bigger and more athletic than his cousin.
In the pool, Juicy and Javier were already stirring up the audience to gain their support.
The attention and praise seemed pretty evenly divided between the blondie and his fantastic ass, and the Latino with the massive bulge and macho demeanor. Blue VS Pink.
“The rule of this first round is easy… The winner will be the one to lock down his opponent for more than ten seconds!”
Immediately, Juicy and Big J. jumped on each other and fell in the oily pool together. I was hit by some splashes.
In only a few seconds, they were already wet and glistening!
I followed Manuel’s lead and cheered on the player working for my own team.
“Come on, Juicy, you can over-power him!”
They fought, or rather, pretended to fight ridiculously.
None of their moves would have flown under an actual wrestling tournament.
Most of the match consisted in grabbing each other’s cock and ass. Juicy even somehow managed to slide his hand underneath Javier’s tight singlet to cope a feel bare, and apparently, he was now jerking his opponent off.
They were both glued to each other and sliding around the slippery pool.
The public was living for it, and I must admit, I was entertained.
See, my only experience at a gay stripping show had been with the Man of Steel in Dallas, but this was much more extravagant and enjoyable.
In a way, it was simply funny to see them slip and slide against each other, their feet in each other faces, or their noses smashed on their respective crotches or ass cracks.
I did note that Javier’s bulge was getting more obscenely huge as the “fight” went on.
The dude was getting horny for real!
In the end, he was the one taking the upper hand and locking Juicy beneath him.
At this point, he was literally dry humping him through the fabrics of their singlets and Lamar was counting down from 10 with the audience.
The humping became so over-the-top that, by the end of the countdown, I thought they were actually going to rip their singlets off and fuck bareback on stage.
That did not happen.
Not yet anyway.
“Pink: 1; Blue: 0!” Lamar announced, acting as the official referee of the contest.
Shit, my team was losing, but did it really mean anything?
Manuel slapped my ass.
“Come on, let’s go, dude. Just another type of gym exercise. Right?”
I nodded yes.
What had I gotten myself into?
Seriously, I did not need to go in the pool to get wet, I was already soaked with sweat from the nerves and the heat.
“Girthy Ry in blue versus Big M. in pink. Are you guys ready?!”
I thought Lamar was talking to us before realizing that, of course, he was only playing with the audience.
And trust me, those guys were more than ready to see me battle it out, covered in oil.
Manuel grabbed my thighs as soon as we entered the pool and got me falling face down. Then, just for the show, he started spanking my ass.
“What a way to welcome the newbie in our crew!”
I was definitely startled and the shock (more than the lock) prevented me from moving for a few seconds, but quickly enough, I slipped myself away from Manuel’s claws and slid to the other side of the pool.
I would not go down that easily.
As Manuel was enticing a few spectators on the front raw, flexing his meaty biceps for them, I jumped on his back and we fell down together again.
From this point on, we were all over each other, and I felt his growing cock pulsating against mine. He was groping my ass at the same time.
“You won’t get me, asshole!” I whispered, playfully.
Or was I playful? I had always been a competitor and somehow, even this silly battle, I wanted to win.
Manuel started to tickle my waist to make me lose my focus. As it turned out, in Wet Wrestling Mania, low blows were not only permitted, but encouraged.
It worked!
I started giggling like a fool, begging for him to stop, and he found himself on top of me, owning me.
He was broader and also much hairier than I was, and suddenly, I felt myself trapped under his sweaty, oily, bushy armpits.
“Who’s the asshole, now?!” He teased me.
I could hear the crowd chanting “BIG M; BIG M; BIG M!”
That pissed me off and made me regain some of my energy.
I used all the strength I could gather and I managed, - not to go back on top -, but to slide down below Manuel’s body, passing through his hairy mostly uncovered chest, his engorged Latino cock and under his thick thighs to find myself on the other end of the pool.
The audience and our commentator Lamar seemed to enjoy this move very much.
I flexed for the crowd… And then, slipped again and fell.
Fuck!
I felt Manuel holding my waist until he was downright caressing my cock through the singlet.
In the heat of the moment, I did not really process how pornographic the live-show was getting.
“Dude, I’ll let you win, okay? Let’s go.” Manuel whispered in my ear.
From an external point of view, it must have looked like he was sensually licking me off.
“What…?”
As often, I was jumbled.
“Bro! Juicy lost his round, I have to lose this one to make it even… It’s all a show, a storyline!” He insisted.
I got it.
Although, I was frustrated by this turn of events.
I wanted to keep playing…
For the love of the sport and of the fair competitions of course, and not because of the ongoing friction on my stiffed uncut cock was making me feel so good!
Jeez… My dick was really leaking through the fabric now. Thank God, I was already all wet and glistening!
Anyway, Manuel helped me grab one of his arms, - giving me an easy hold -, and I turned him over me.
To give him a taste of his own medicine, I made a wedgie with his ridiculously pink singlet and I spanked his fat Latino (hairy) ass.
Now, it was my name that the crowd was chanting.
“Girty Ry! Girty Ry! Girthy Ry!”
I beamed with pride.
What for? In retrospect, I am not really sure. I felt pretty unhinged that night.
Afterwards, I managed to stand back up and made the audience yelled even louder. I was feeding off their enthusiasm.
I put my right foot on Manuel’s face, rubbing his beard with my shining toes, and then, I jumped on his body and locked him for good.
As discussed, he let me have the win and the count-down started while Juicy was already congratulating me from behind.
And by that, I mean that my teammate was twerking his bubble butt while stirring the public to chant my name even more.
Unhinged, as I told you.
Once the countdown reached zero, Manuel and I hugged to end the round and a pop tune started blasting off in the heated club.
I did not know what it was about at first, but I quickly understood that I was meant to dance, shimmer, and grind with the rest of the stripping crew.
I was not a great dancer, but thankfully, the Man of Steel had taught me it was not really about the moves, and more about the lascivious poses we could hold.
Being shameless, this, I could do!
We ended up peeling off the straps from our singlets to reveal our chests but for now, it did not go any further than that.
To be fair, our respective cocks were pretty much on display already. Whatever liquid was in that damn pool, it had made our Lycra singlet almost translucent.
I used that opportunity to scan the demanding crowd.
Many young guys, but many older men as well. It was pretty diverse. Practically only men though. The large majority of them were already shirtless.
At the bar, beyond the excited customers gathered around the main stage, there were a few chiller guys having a drink.
I recognized the business man from earlier, Mr. Ferguson, my boss.
The bartender Jake had told me that he was not supposed to stay for long but apparently, the supervisor wanted to check on how the show was going.
Maybe he was checking on me, the new guy, specifically?
All the more reason to do a great performance.
I was genuinely trying my best.
Sadly though, there was no hint of Kravchenko anywhere. The target was not in his establishment that night and he would not see me bending over for a few more applauses.
After this first performance, we had a twenty minutes break before going back on stage.
Lamar took me aside when we returned to the dressing room.
“You’re good, rookie?”
“Yes… I think so. Is there something wrong?”
He smiled at me and slapped my ass. Hard.
Clearly, it was the only way these men knew how to communicate!
“Nothing wrong Smith, you did great back there. The public already loves you, but keep your focus for the rest of the show, the night’s only starting.”
I nodded yes. I was somewhat reassured.
Around me, the rest of the crew was getting out from their singlets, only to work on their cocks some more.
Lesson number 1: you should always sport a firm hard cock when you walk on a stripping stage.
Matthew was using the pump but the Lopes cousins were having a more natural approach, furiously stroking their cocks with their hands, watching some porn clips on their phones.
It was the first time I was seeing their junks in full display.
Definitely, having a horse-cock was a criterion to get a job there… Lucky for me, I had been blessed with a huge dick myself!
I followed their leads and wanked off before the second performance. I wanted to be, at the very least, as good as they were.
Probably my competitive spirit speaking, once again.
I also drank a lot of water; The atmosphere and my own body were for sure overheated.
Water, I would have more of during the next bit of the show.
We were called back on stage, the pool was still there, but this time, we were asked to scramble inside all together.
The inflatable pool was rather large but with four muscle hunks standing in it, it was bound to create more rubbing and frictions.
Lamar returned behind the microphone.
“Now that you are all equipped, at the end of my countdown, you will shoot! The last man standing will win this round for his team!”
Shoot?
What the fuck?!
I looked at Javier on my side, he did not seem as perplexed as I was.
“3… 2… 1...”
What was about to happen?
Finally, I was hit… By a stream of cold water.
Javier who I was still looking at was hit as well, right in the mouth that he opened wide.
Below us, many of the customers had been handed small water-guns and they were targeting us, trying to make us fall.
Honestly, this was a lot of fun!
Our only job? Turning on ourselves so they could spray every inch of our anatomy and make sure that our outfit would turn more and more translucent.
It was a great way to get the audience engaged, I thought.
Even I, took a good like at Matthew’s smooth peachy bum, getting slowly more apparent as he was sprayed proficiently.
Wet Wrestling Mania was keeping all of its promises!
Because he was so adamant to twerk once again, Juicy was eventually the first one to lose his balance, to slip, and fall.
I was then competing by myself against the Lopes’ cousins and, in my opinion, team pink was downright cheating as they were helping each other staying strong, firmly holding each other’s waists.
Their dark hair was dripping wet and they seemed to be having the time of their lives.
Once again, I considered that working as a stripper was not that bad of a job after all.
I caressed my wet chest to entertain the audience.
As none of us three was losing their balance, after ten minutes, Lamar told us we were allowed to mess with one another.
More male-on-male action? Of course! I should have seen that coming.
On cue, Javier and Manuel tried to circle me and make me slip, but in their excitement, they were the ones sliding uncontrollably.
Javier fell first and grabbed my cock as if it was a freaking life boat!
It was not, and I stayed strong.
But then, it was Manuel who dragged me down with him, grabbing my thighs as he was himself collapsing. We fell together as one.
We were all lying in the slippery inflatable pool and I could no longer identify which foot, biceps, cock, or ass was sliding against my face.
Damn… The things you have to do to arrest a drug dealer!
One thing was for sure: my cock was hard as a damn rock, showing me that I did not dislike this sausage fest as much as I thought I would.
Maybe those bisexual porn movies I used to watch were not so meaningless after all…
“Well, boys, it seems like it will be difficult to define a winning team in this big mess of muscles and flesh!” Lamar explained.
Obviously, he knew what he was doing and this anticipated failure was only a plot to make us win more money.
I glanced at the bar again and Ferguson had seemingly left.
To crown a winning team, Lamar decided that the audience would vote. And how would they vote? By shoving dollar bills in a jar that each respective stripper would carry around in the crowd!
The money in each jar would be our tips for the night. Genius idea!
And it did seem like I was about to make a lot of money, as I started walking in the club, among the hundreds of hands feeling me up, - the audience had almost doubled in size since the beginning of the show -, there were also hundreds of dollars being thrown my way.
I could get felt up for less!
Wait…
What was I talking about? I was not really a stripper! This money did not mean anything for me. Or did it?
The praising from the crowd though, that was definitely good for my ego.
Team Blue for the win!
I was not sure if it was my novelty on the scene, or Matthew’s juicy (indeed!) ass, but by the end of wandering around the club, our jar was significantly fuller than the pink team’s.
Manuel and Javier had to concede defeat.
I naively thought it meant that the Wet Wrestling Mania was over, but it was quite the opposite since winning the team’s competition only signified that I had qualified for the big finale against my own teammate, Juicy!
The final round had rules as simple as the two which preceded.
“Gentlemen, the first one who gets his opponent fully naked will win the Wet Wrestling Mania 2024! As our first losers and to encourage our finalists, please welcome to the stage Big J. and Big M. in their birthday suits!”
I turned around to see my gym buddies, not only walking stark-naked on stage, but also fully hard, their massive caramel cocks seemingly about to burst, pointing towards the ceiling.
I gulped.
That was a lot to take in… In all senses of the word.
But I did not have much time to consider this new development, Matthew was already all over me, trying to rip the straps of my singlet and to peel it off from me.
I was sweating and sticking very much, the thing was practically glued to my skin… Good luck to him undressing me!
As Javier and Manuel were entertaining the public, stroking themselves on their respective platforms, Matthew and I were fighting in the last and most exhausting round of the night to get one of us naked.
We were intertwined like crazy and it had been a long time since I had not been so close to anyone else.
That certainly explained my raging erection.
Five minutes in, I was losing stamina but my chest was out in the open. It was pretty much the same scenario for Matthew.
We had gotten the tops off, but the bottom of each of our singlet was resisting.
As I said, we were sticky as fuck and those were tight!
I had to find a way to have him but it was more and more difficult to make progress as we were barely able to maintain a hold with our slimy hands.
What a damn mess!
I would have to wear him down. Literally.
The up-tempo techno music was blasting off in the club, merely covering the screams, howls and chants from the audience.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see Manuel’s XXL cock leaking and bouncing around; Slipping through my fingers, I was challenging the sluttiest dude I had ever met in my life.
“Juicy” was made for this type of shit.
He was very motivated to unravel and to expose my big throbbing cock, but he was simultaneously playing with the audience and doing the most to make them go wild.
Several times, he slurped on my bare nipples or licked my covered cock to distract me. Or maybe, just because he wanted to!
What a little slut!
After much efforts and not-so-incidental touching and caressing, I finally managed to turn Matthew around so he would be lying on his stomach.
His big ass was poking out.
There, I locked him down as I had done to Manuel during the first round, and I could have a better grip on his singlet.
“Looks like Girthy Ry is making a move for the win here!” Lamar commented.
I was.
After what seemed like an endless battle, I managed to uncover the juiciest smoothest butt ever.
Frankly, despite the fact that he was a man, I only wanted to dive in that perfectly-looking ass!
The reveal was slow and sensual. The audience was hysterical. At this point, Matthew had stopped fighting and he let me handle him.
I bet that he was loving this.
In a spontaneous move, I lied myself against him and lodged my cock inside his inviting ass crack.
I was still (barely) wearing my singlet but he was buck naked and therefore, we were very close to be actually banging on stage.
That would have been quite the setting for my first time with another dude!
Eventually, I slapped his bare ass and took the singlet entirely out of him. I had effectively won.
Matthew stood up, the biggest smirk on his face and he presented his naked body to the audience.
He had quite a fat cock as well, but not nearly as big as Lamar’s, Javier’s, Manuel’s or mine.
His main asset was definitely his back, and he knew it for sure.
He bent over and spread his cheeks to display his pink asshole.
I felt more precum sliding in my singlet.
Fucking hell, this guy was actually turning me on… I could not deny it anymore.
On the sides, Javier and Manuel were now dancing on the pole. They had stopped wanking off but their cocks were still hard and dripping.
“And our rookie, Girty Ry is our big winner of the day!”
Lamar came out of nowhere and lifted me off the ground to parade me around.
He was slapping my ass as he was simultaneously bringing me to the backstage.
The time was up, we were ending the show.
I was almost frustrated not to jizz in the middle of the stage but I was told later on that this was something which was only done in the private rooms, well-hidden behind the red curtains.
The Rainbow Club was a classy establishment after all.
Comments
Devin
I think that Girthy Ryan might just do some ass fucking with Matthew
Ry
Incredible! I wonder who Girthy Ry will fuck with first ;)
