Undercover - Chapter 16

UNDERCOVER

Chapter 16: Double Serving

The wait had gone on long enough.

My cock was aching in my jeans.

It needed to get out, to fuck that peachy pale ass, and to burst.

I felt tingles everywhere in my body when we walked inside Artem’s penthouse.

We were holding hands.

It did not feel weird anymore.

Artem offered me a drink, I declined.

I had drunk enough alcohol at the Sorrow and I was not there for that anyway.

“I’m thirsty for something else.” I told Artem.

I could not be clearer.

He was horny too.

We had been teasing each other all night.

Artem shoved his tongue in my mouth and he grabbed my crotch. He caressed my demanding dick through the jeans.

I had a vivid flash of his father doing the exact same thing less than fifteen minutes earlier.

The massaging of my junks was for very different reasons though.

One was seriously warning me, the other was tempting me.

“You’re hard, Ry.”

“Of course, I am…” I shoved my hand inside his suit pants. “You too.”

I felt his warm and stiffed cock.

“Guilty.”

We kissed and as we played with our respective tongues; Artem started taking off his jacket.

“Hold on, Art.”

“I thought you didn’t want to wait anymore.”

“I don’t. Fucking hell, I don’t, but I’ve just gotten an idea.”

I stared in his blue eyes.

“I’m listening.”

His expression was deliciously devilish.

My mouth went very close to his right ear.

I licked his earlobe and then I whispered.

“Strip for me. Tonight, I want you to give me a show.”

The thought had come out of nowhere. Suddenly, I wanted to switch roles.

Artem had seen me stripping many times, twerking my hairy ass, stroking my fat cock. It was his turn to entertain me.

“I don’t think I’d be good at this.”

“I’m sure you will.”

“I’ve never stripped down.”

“You’ve never gotten naked? Never taken a shower?” I teased him.

“That’s not funny. Of course, I have, but…”

“Okay, then. I’ve never fucked a guy in the ass before so maybe I won’t be good at it? Maybe I shouldn’t even try.”

He pinched my abs.

“Now, you’re just talking non-sense! Go sit on the couch, babe.”

Interesting to know that it was that easy to convince him to do something.

The theory of the donkey chasing the carrot, all over again.

I went and sat down on the sofa.

“Why are you always wearing those suits anyway?” I asked.

“Because the day I’ll stop, I’ll end up like my father.”

“And you don’t want that?”

“You saw him tonight. Who would want that?”

I did not reply.

I had not told Artem about my scary one-on-one with his dad.

“Should we deem the lights for your strip-tease?”

“I guess we could… May I put some music on to help me?”

I chuckled.

“You may.”

Artem opened Spotify on his phone and a speaker in its living room started playing “Under the Influence” by Chris Brown.

Great choice, Will had a routine on that song at the Rainbow.

It had become a classic.

Artem took off his jacket for good and he stood before me.

He was normally taller than I was, but in this position, it was even more obvious. He was towering over me.

As intimidating I had always considered Artem Kravchenko, in that moment, I had managed to throw him off his game though.

That made me think of the moment I had stripped for the very first time for “the Man of Steel”, back in Dallas.

So many things had changed since then.

Artem almost seemed shy when the music started playing.

For some reason, it was turning me on even more.

Baby you can,

Ride it, ooh, yeah,

Slowly, he started unbuttoning his hundreds-dollars beige shirt, revealing his hairless lean chest.

Bring it over to my place,

And you be like,

He moved his hand around his own neck sensually.

He definitely got it in him.

Baby who cares?

But I know you care,

Bring it over to my place,

Once his shirt was wide opened, his hand went from his neck to his lower chest, reaching his nearly inexistant blond pubes.

He was good because he did not pretend to be someone he was not.

Artem did not play the role of the raunchy stripper with a dance routine and a professional way of tearing up his own clothes.

Instead, each of his moves was precise, slow, meant something.

I admit, I was probably just thinking that because I was completely under his spell.

The mist I had observed on him from the very first day was still there.

You don’t know what you did,

Did to me,

Your body language speaks to me,

The lyrics of the song were fitting.

He took off his shirt completely and then, he removed his shoes.

Once again, he did not throw them in the air. He did not make a big show of himself.

Instead, he bent over and very slowly untied the laces.

I don’t know what you did,

Did to me,

Your body language speaks to me,

When he started sliding down his pants, I fetched my cock out.

I had not asked my private stripper ahead of the show if playing with myself was okay but I assumed that it would be tolerated.

I wanked myself off as I kept watching him.

He was not dancing but his movements still felt like a dance.

He was in his underwear now.

A pair of expensive white Ralph Lauren boxer briefs. His cock was forming a truncheon inside. Thick and solid.

But what I liked the most was the stain of precum, extending right below the waistband.

Well, it was what I liked the most until he turned around and displayed his ass.

Now, let’s talk about beauty!

I was hypnotized when he arched his back and delicately slid down the briefs he was wearing.

I almost nutted on the spot and I reconsidered my idea of having him strip entirely.

It was so damn hot to have Artem expose more of his white buttle butt, - getting there, inch after inch -, that it felt like torture to delay the moment when I would get to touch him.

Why the hell had I imposed this to myself? More anticipation! More teasing! I was about to explode.

And he was only showing half of his round bum.

There were still more of his delicious ass to uncover.

You don’t know what you did,

Did to me,

Your body language speaks to me,

I needed to see the full peach of his cheeks, the wideness of his crack, not even talking about what wonder was hiding inside said crack…

I had stopped jerking off when the boxer briefs finally fell around his ankles.

My dick was throbbing and twitching sufficiently by itself.

I did remove my top because it got way too warm. I was sweating.

The song was coming to an end, Artem was naked as the day he was born.

“Come closer.” I muttered.

I was surprised I was still able to talk.

I thought his little show had rendered me speechless.

“I know I’m bad at this, I hope I was not too ridiculous.”

He walked towards me, his uncut cock pointing to the ceiling.

“Ridiculous? Art, look what you did to me.”

He stared at my cock with so much lust that it was almost unbearable.

I grabbed his waist and pulled him towards me on the couch.

I felt his entire body but obviously, I stopped and spent a much longer time when I reached his ass.

“You like what you touch?”

What a cheeky fucker!

He knew that I was dying for his bum.

“Rub yourself against my stick… No… No use of your hand!” I spanked his ass. “Buns only!”

Artem sat down on lap, making sure my cock would lodge in his bare ass crack.

“Fuck… It’s so girthy!”

“You can tell your father that I haven’t lied.”

He was breathing heavily; I was holding his waist as he started moving around my junks.

I was not penetrating Artem per se, but already, my cock was being jerked off by his cheeks.

The meaty sausage in the middle of two yummy buns.

“Babe… I want you inside of me.”

He was talking in his breath.

I licked his sweaty back.

“Bend over, I want to eat you first, make it all wet and sloppy.”

He stood up only to arch his back further down, his fuckable ass gloriously exposed at the level of my face.

I got rid of my jeans which were sliding on my legs.

I wanted to be free for what was coming next.

I leaned over, I spread the bread and I licked the tight pink cherry in the middle.

How could have I ever thought gay sex was weird?!

This was meant to be.

My tongue had been given to me to invade that pucker. My fingers were only there to stretch him up. And my cock, of course, was destined to plough that smooth hole.

I rimmed him in this new position for us.

Artem completely bending over while I was sitting behind him, my nose and tongue buried in his moisty crack.

I fingered him too but my cock was begging to be next.

Just like a magnet irresistibly attracted to a metal, my dick was drawn to Artem’s butthole.

In all fairness, the attraction was mutual.

Artem’s hole had never been this humid and opened. The pink anal ring was winking at me.

We were ready.

“Sit on me, Art.”

He started squatting but I held him, just for a few more seconds, his anus was less than two inches from my leaking cockhead.

“Just to be clear, I mean, sit on my cock!”

“Ah.”

He made a sound, it was not a moan nor a gasp, it was something new. Like the sound an animal would make if it was finally freed from a trap.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll be gentle.”

“Fuck me, Ry.”

He went just a tiny bit further down and the tip of my cock was about to break in his ass.

I was so excited; I was losing grip on reality.

When I pushed and I was finally inside of him, I could barely believe it was happening.

It was some sort of a happy dissociation. Some say it happened in tragedy, for me, it happened there.

Maybe a sign of the tragedy to come?

It was like I was seeing myself from the outside. I was no longer in my own body, fucking that tall slick naked man.

I was watching the scene from above but then, it felt like I had become my own cock, visiting a guy’s shithole for the very first time.

Unfamiliar sensation…

Incredible though!

I was in Artem’s asshole, ready to visit his guts, ramming the sensitive tissues of his insides, searching for his prostate.

He squatted even more and he impaled more of my third leg inside of him.

He was doing most of the work if I am being honest.

Only when I felt that half of my nine-inch gun was buried in his chute, I started moving my hips up and down and properly fucking him.

He was moaning but I barely heard it.

Frankly, it was kind of scary, to lose control that much. It was like I was under drugs. No, it was even stranger than this.

I had only tried that a couple of times, hard drugs, but when I thought about it, it could not compare.

“Hmmm… Ry… So thick… So fucking thick…”

Yes, I had a large massive dong and I wanted him to feel it.

Deep.

And Hard.

He started jumping up and down my dick and there…

The incident! The chaos! The shame!

After less than a couple of minutes in his ass, - more like 90 seconds to be exact -, while I had barely scratched the surface, - figuratively and literally -, I snapped back to reality when I jizzed.

Premature ejaculation, this was a problem I had never had in my life!

I could always control myself, have stamina, I consistently made sure that my partner, - normally a hot chick -, would cum before I did.

Yet, I was definitely the one ejaculating.

The worst part of this incredible mess?

I did not even enjoy my orgasm to the fullest, too taken aback by my mediocre performance banging the sweetest hole I had ever filled.

The dissociation was over.

I was back in my own body, perplexed and lost.

Artem turned his face towards me. My dick was still inside of him.

I did not understand why he was smiling in such a dramatic time.

You have to understand, for years, I had measured my own worth in regard to how many hot girls I could fuck and how well I could drill them until they had received so much pleasure that they would beg me to stop.

And now… Look at me.

Not only I had dipped my manhood in another dude’s ass, but I had been so excited that I could not make it last.

Yet, Artem kissed me tenderly.

“I’m sorry.” I said, sheepishly.

He laughed.

But strangely, I did not feel like he was making fun of me. It was like he did not care about my spectacular counter-performance.

“Sorry for what? Fucking me?”

“For failing at it!”

He caressed my dark hair.

“Baby, this ain’t a fail. I loved it… Every single tiny second of it.”

“I swear, I can last so much longer! I was just… I’ve never…”

“God, you’re really feeling bad? Ryan! It was awesome. And who cares? We’ll have many opportunities to do it again.”

“Yes! We will!” I exclaimed.

I was a conqueror.

He stood up and passed his finger against his hole.

“Should I fart your cum out? I kinda want to keep it all inside of me a bit longer but since it’s such a bad memory for you…”

I chuckled.

“A bad memory! Are you insane? This was…”

Life changing? Earth shattering? A revelation? An epiphany? All of that and more.

The truth was, I was not trying to hide Artem how I felt, I simply could not describe it with English words.

Artem did not fart my spunk out of his ass.

He stayed naked, walked towards one of his drawers, got a cigar and lit it up.

My dick had desperately gone flaccid between my legs.

“Do you want to order some food?”

“I can get it back up in less than half an hour!”

He rolled his eyes.

“Ryan, chill! It’s all good. I’ve told you; we have all night and many days ahead of us.”

“I’m sorry. I’m… It’s just never happened to me, to cum that fast. I wanted to be good for you.”

Artem came back on my laps. He wrapped his hands around my neck.

“You’re so good to me, baby. You don’t even realize it.”

We kissed and already, thank God, I could feel my cummy slippery cock waking up.

I was not that fucked-up in the end! I was still my horny fucker self!

Artem noticed too. He grinned.

“See.” I said with a smirk.

“Congratulations, you’re getting hard again. I’m hungry though. And not only for your cock. Let’s order in.”

I sighed.

“Okay, I guess I could eat too. And not only your ass.”

“What are you in the mood for? Thai food?”

“That sounds great.”

“I’ll take a double serving, I’m starving.”

I ordered a Pad Thai and Artem took two portions of Drunken Noodles. He was not messing around, with food or with anything else.

We stayed in the nude in the apartment and I only wrapped myself in a towel when I got the delivery at the door.

Artem had given me a fifty-dollar bill for a tip. Fucking rich guy!

The delivery guy was stoked.

We ate dinner sitting on a carpet on the floor and we started chatting about the weird guy in latex fucking girls at the Sorrow.

“Believe me, it’s not the weirdest thing I’ve seen there.” Artem said, slurping on his noodles.

“Really?”

He gave me one of his intense looks, as if he was piercing through my skin with his blue eyes.

In such instances, I feared for my cover.

I felt so seen and vulnerable.

“You like that, do you?” He asked.

“What?”

“The sleazy clubs, the shady people, playing with fire, messing with the laws.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I could tell how you were enjoying yourself at the Sorrow. Many men would have been intimidated or even afraid, but you weren’t. At all.”

“I guess I like people being free.”

“You think those people were? Whores, drug addicts, sex addicts, people forced to be there to please my father.”

I seriously considered his question.

I thought about Irina and her sad eyes.

“I guess not. But they’re not less free than people you’d meet in your everyday life.”

“Sadly, I meet many people like we’ve seen at the Sorrow in my everyday life… I don’t really know what normalcy should look like.”

I swallowed my saliva.

I hated thinking about my mission in this moment but I had to.

“When we cannot see each other, what is it that you do exactly?”

“I own and run bars, night clubs, restaurants… It’s a lot of work.”

“Please, I’m dumb but I’m not that dumb. A man owning a club doesn’t need armed guys surrounding him, doesn’t make that much money, or doesn’t hang out at the Sorrow.”

“What do you wanna know?”

I hesitated.

“I don’t want you to lie to me so just tell me anything you’re willing to share.”

He bit his lower lip.

He was so sexy anytime he did that.

“The easiest way to talk about my job is to say that I’m a business man. My father runs a large company and I make sure the end-clients stay happy.”

“You meet with the clients?”

“No. Let’s say that there’s a precise hierarchy and the clients are very far away from where I am in this hierarchy.”

“Drugs?”

My palms were sweaty.

“It’s part of it.”

“So, who do you meet if not the clients?”

“I meet with the people my father asks me to. Middle men. I cannot go into details.”

“What about Ferguson? This one does scare me a bit.”

“You shouldn’t be scared by Ferguson. He’s just there to make sure the ancillary businesses, the establishments we own in San Antonio, are running smoothly.”

“Should I be afraid of dating you? Are we in danger?”

Artem crawled towards me.

We were still on the floor, still buck naked.

He took me in his arms.

“You’ll never be in danger with me, baby.”

Once again, I felt all fuzzy inside.

But who had been asking those questions? Kyle or Ryan?

One thing was for sure, my cock was back at full mast and I too, was hungry for a double serving.

“Enough serious talk. Do you wanna hit the shower?” I asked him.

“You read my mind.”

We finally stood up and walked to his bathroom.

Out of his fancy penthouse, the bathroom was certainly the most luxurious room, and it was saying a lot.

Not only Artem was blessed with one of my dreams, meaning having both a bathtub and a shower, but the tub looked more like a jacuzzi and the shower was so large, that easily, an entire basketball team, and if they squeezed themselves a little, an American football team could fit in.

The perfect place to clean our sins and to relax.

Although, we were not there for neither of these activities.

It did not take more than twenty seconds for Artem to get on his knees and to blow my cock under the pouring water.

I had always loved shower sex but this one was very special.

Despite my ejaculation about an hour earlier, my libido was fully back and my cock was already dripping with more precum.

Artem made sure my bone was fully hard when it was shoved inside his throat.

He drooled a lot of saliva on his chin but being in the shower also had the great perk of avoiding to have to clean up any mess afterwards.

And trust me, we were quite messy! Especially during a sloppy blowjob!

That being said, Artem didn’t spend a lot of time on his knees.

I wanted him on all fours, his ass pointing towards my eager cock.

I would not mess up this time around; I would drill that asshole like a freaking pro!

Since the last time had felt so flimsy and surreal, it felt like a first when I shoved my cock in his tight asshole for the second time.

I grabbed my fat cock and I popped the sweet cherry all over again.

As soon as I breached inside his hole, more of my cock was swallowed in the cavity.

Uff.

Just like a freaking vacuum cleaner.

“Hmmm… Ry… Fuck… You’re getting there already.”

“Already?!” I spanked his ass, turning his white buns red. “It’s been fucking ages since I’ve been waiting.”

It was warm and comfy inside.

I was taking Artem from behind, - my favorite -, the water was splashing on his back as I buried my dick further inside him.

It was wet of course, but now, it was also lubed with my first serving of jizz.

The thought of banging his ass while it was still filled with my balls cream added another level of excitement.

So much so that I feared that, once again, I would only last a minute and half.

After the fuss I had made earlier, I could not reasonably perform so badly!

“Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!” Artem begged

I slapped his ass some more and I performed my duty.

The dissociation did not happen this time around. Thankfully, I was more in control.

I looked down at my cock getting deeper into the pinkish asshole which was stretching out under the pressure I was giving.

Every inch I was passing felt like a victory.

“Now, you’ll feel the real meaty fuck machine!” I barked, my voice echoing loudly in the bathroom.

The more I was digging into his hole, the more Artem’s moans became incoherent, and the more my dick felt right at home.

Looking back, it was a blessing that I had already creamed before.

Between the water hitting my back, the sensations of frictions inside his narrow anal cavity, and the bestial grunting from Artem, I would have not been able to hold on for too long otherwise!

But I was good.

The previous release had made me more resilient and I could hit Artem’s prostate again, and again, and again without nutting.

Phew!

My old self was back for a minute there.

I flexed my biceps mid-fucking and kissed each of them.

“ARGH! FEEL THE MONSTER COCK, AND FEEL THE OWNER OF THAT BEAST DRILLING YOU! WHO’S THE ALPHA DAWG? EH?!”

BANG

BANG

BANG

Now, that was the kind of fucks I was used to.

Hard and raunchy!

The great news was that Artem seemed to love this, even with my antics, even when I was ridiculously empowering myself.

I fucked him doggy for a good ten minutes before holding him by the waist, turning him over and smashing his back against the wall.

He was the one apparently having a dissociation, his eyes rolled back and he was moaning like a girl.

“Yes”, and “More”, seemed to be the only words he could pronounce.

I did give him more.

I fucked him standing up and I showed him how deep I could truly get.

He was experiencing orgasms every time I banged the tiny walnut lodged deep inside his asshole so I made sure to hit the right spot at every thrust.

After a while, he could not take it anymore and he started cumming on our respective chests.

Such a dirty horny boy!

There was spunk everywhere.

I kissed him. Greedily.

I wanted to drive him crazy and I think that I succeeded.

I went balls deep against the wall. I was holding Artem by the thighs. He was all mine and I liked that.

“Have you had enough?” I whispered in his ears.

“Yes… Fuck… Ry…”

“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Now, I could cum in peace with the feeling that I had accomplished my task.

“Breed me…” He begged.

Artem could speak again… And what a request he made!

A double serving in his ass, here it came!

I nutted as soon as he had given me the go.

I still had a lot of juice to empty from my balls. Artem’s insides were the perfect destination for my milky babies.

My orgasm was as intense as the previous one, but guilt-free.

I drained my balls while making out with Artem.

I was happy.

I would not be for long.