Four days later, I walked through the doorway and re-entered the familiar setting of Room 101. It was four long days of wondering what I was getting myself into. And four long days of thinking about sex with Howard. I couldn't get him out of my mind. I still wanted him, even if it was under strange circumstances. I was willing to pay that price.
I looked around the room. It was just like before, cameras and lights on tripods placed around the bed, slightly sleazy and ready for sex. "Where's Pete?" I asked Howard, nervously.
"He'll be joining us shortly. I thought it would be easier to begin with just the two of us." Howard replied.
"OK. Sure. Probably," I replied in agreement.
"Why don't we start by you stripping down to your underwear. We'll film it. That will give us some footage for a preview video to send around, generate some interest. You've got a great body so this should go really well. We won't record sound, so I can talk you through it. Just stand over here on that spot." Howard pointed to a piece of tape on the floor. "And remember, it's supposed to be fun." Howard said with a smile, and then started one of the cameras that was pointing at the spot and picked up a handheld camera.
I took my position. "That's good, you'll probably want to take off your shoes and socks first, that will make things easier later, then take your shirt off and the rest. Just be natural." Howard encouraged me.
I followed his suggestion, first removing my shoes and socks. Then facing the cameras, unbuttoning my shirt and taking it off. I felt like a complete amateur, doing a dorky striptease, but I have to admit, there was an erotic satisfaction to stripping in front of Howard. Imagining I was turning him on, in anticipating of sex. I soldiered on, pulling my tank top undershirt out of my pants, and lifting it up, then over my head.
"Wow Andy, look at that chest and those abs, damn. I had no idea you were in that good of shape. Folks are going to go wild over you."
I ran my hands over my naked muscular chest, stopping for a moment at a nipple, giving it a tug. Then ran my hand down over my abs to my waist and back up. Smiling at the camera, I flexed my biceps, as though I were posing in a mirror.
"Perfect. You're doing great."
I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my pants, and lowered my zipper, exposing the waistband of my bright red bikini. Normally I wore boxer briefs, that's what everyone my age wore these days, but I was inspired by Howard and his little bikinis. I lowered my pants slightly, exposing more of my underwear. I figured I should take this part slow. The reveal is often the most interesting part, so why not make it last.
"Super Andy, you got this." Howard encouraged me on.
I turned my back to the camera, so it could capture my butt as I lowered my pants. The stretchy cotton bikini was form fitting and hugged my ass. My pants slid easily over them, revealing more red. The cut was far more conservative than what Howard regularly wore, but I thought they highlighted my muscular ass nicely and hoped they would appeal to Howard. With my pants down around my ankles, I bent over to remove them completely, pointing my ass at the cameras, flexing my cheeks a little.
"Damn, that ass is amazing. Even I'm getting turned on, and I'm a straight guy. Now turn around, let's finish up with a view of the goods up front. Leave your underwear on though, we don't want to give away all the surprise, at least not yet."
Following his instructions, I turned around. My growing bulge now facing the cameras. Fortunately there was enough fabric in the pouch to stretch and snuggly hold my stiffening cock as it responded to the show I was putting on for Howard and the camera. I hooked my finger around the side of the bikini at my hip and pulled it up, exposing more leg and accentuating the bulge.
"Damn Andy, you've got it all, muscles and cock, impressive." Howard complemented me, as he put down the handheld camera. "That footage will make for an excellent intro video. Pete can edit it that all together into a tasty package. Now come over here for a second." He said, pointing to the bed. "Bend over the bed, I want to take a closer look at that ass."
I took my position on the edge of the bed. Howard stepped behind me, fully clothed, putting his hands on my hips, just at the waistband of my red bikini. He ran his hands over the fabric, feeling the texture, feeling the firmness of my ass. Inspecting it, and apparently finding it to his liking. He stepped closer, until I could feel his stomach and groin up against my ass.
"I've never seen a guy's ass that perfect before." Howard said softly, pressing harder, rocking against me with gentle fucking motions. I could feel his stiff cock up against me, just like in my fantasies. I pushed my ass back, his hands held me firmly at the waist, pulling me into his thrusts in rhythm.
My breathing grew heavy, my cock was now fully stiff, and my ass kept pressing back hungrily against his crotch. My red briefs were riding up my ass, my butt cheeks increasingly exposed. I wanted him. I wanted him inside me, penetrating my tight hole, fucking me with forceful strokes, taking me, pounding me, just like he did with all those women.
"I think we're ready for Pete, you hot fucking stud." And as if on cue, I could hear the room door open and someone enter. Pete, I presumed, as Howard continued the grinding pressure against my ass.
