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.
I turned my head toward the door. Pete wasn't what I expected, although I'm not really sure what I expected. He was close to Howard's age, probably a few years younger. He was thin. Not fat or overweight or even normal, but thin. He was dark skinned, possibly Indian. He was mostly bald and had thick black stubble for a beard. He sure didn't look like a porn star or someone facilitating sexual adventures. I looked closely at his crotch, trying to find evidence of his big "Boom Boom" balls, but couldn't see anything unusual under his pants.
"Keep it up guys. Don't let me stop you." Pete said.
I must have had a frightened look in my face. There I was, in a vulnerable position on the bed, naked except for my red bikini, in front of a complete stranger, with Howard fully clothed behind me, humping my ass. "Here, this should help" Pete reassured me, and proceeded to take off his shoes and socks, and then unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off too. My attention was now focused on his own striptease. His chest was covered with a dark mat of fur. Jet black fur, swirling in masculine patterns. So different from my own smooth chest. I wanted to feel it. Run my hands through it. Bury my face in it. His nipples were large and dark, soft and tempting. My lips wanted to touch them, pull at them until they stiffened.
Feeling more comfortable, I began to relax while Pete went around the room, bare chested, adjusting lights and the cameras, turning on the large televisions set, and selecting a view for display from one of the cameras.
Pete unzipped his jeans. Looking at me as he did so. Lowering the zipper and the denim, bringing his underwear into view. They were a rusty brown color with two thin red lines of piping angled down the front, handsomely framing his bulge. The had a small red label at the top in front, his full heavy balls pulling the pouch low. It was a beautiful sight that I eagerly wanted to explore. As I continued to stare, Pete stepped out of his jeans, but kept his bikini on.
"You like that?" Howard asked.
Not sure whether he was talking about Pete or his own hard cock poking my ass, I didn't care, I just nodded and tried to say yes but it came out more as "Uhh huh."
"Howard, why don't you get more comfortable by taking some of your clothes off," Pete suggested.
Howard gave my ass one last forceful thrust, then stepped back, away from the bed. I turned around, sitting on the edge of the bed. Howard started with his shirt, unbuttoning from the top, exposing his chest with a smattering of hair and then that full round belly of his, as the last button was undone.
"Here, let me help" I offered, as I sank to my knees, naked except for my bright red bikini. My hands fiddling with his belt buckle. Once unlatched, I slowly unzipped his pants, wondering what I would find. Would it be that same blue bikini?
I lowered the zipper over his tented bulge, first exposing a black elastic waistband and then the faded purple pouch of a string bikini. Even though his cock was rock hard, there was enough fabric to allow it to stick straight out, totally contained by the thin cotton fabric. I was mesmerized, soaking in the beautiful sight. I leaned forward slowly, with open lips, wrapping them around the fabric covered head. Delirious from the stiffness, and his manly scent.
