His bedroom was in the basement. I recognized it from the views I'd seen on his web cam.
A double bed occupied most of the space. A long desk littered with computer equipment, electronics, magazines and assorted office paraphernalia ran along the outside wall paralleling the bed. The space between the bed and the desk was just wide enough to accommodate a wheeled office chair.
Old green wall-to-wall shag carpet covered the floor. There was a window with venetian blinds over the head of the bed. A large dresser holding a TV, VCR and DVD player stood against the wall opposite the foot of the bed,.
"Take your clothes off," he commanded.
"You really want me naked?" I asked innocently. "I've never been naked in front of a grown man before."
"Damn right I want you naked," he growled. "Strip right now."
I sat on the bed to remove my shoes and socks. I stood up, took my shirt and pants off and put them on the dresser beside the TV. I paused, acutely aware of the pressure of my penis against the fabric of my briefs.
"Quit wasting time," he snarled. "Get those shorts off now."
I turned away from him as I removed my briefs and set them on top of my pants and shirt.
"Turn around," he commanded. Before I could comply, he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around roughly. "That's quite a hard-on you've got for a shy boy," he commented.
He pulled a half gallon plastic bottle of vodka out from under the desk, raised it to his lips and took a long drink. Then he held the bottle out to me. "Drink some of this," he said. "It'll relax you . . . enough."
I reluctantly accepted the bottle and took a small sip.
"Take a real drink," he snarled. I swallowed several mouthfuls and lowered the bottle, gasping for breath.
"That's better," he said, grabbing the bottle and taking another long drink. He put the bottle back, then opened a desk drawer and removed a small tin, a lighter and a strange little brass pipe. He opened the tin, revealing a few marijuana buds. He crushed one of the buds into the pipe and lit it.
He took a long drag, then extended the pipe in my direction. I hesitated, then took the pipe and inhaled shallowly. He was glaring at me, so I drew sharply on the pipe, causing the bud to glow bright red and filling my lungs with hot smoke. I handed the pipe back to him and started coughing as I let the smoke out. I felt slightly dizzy and the basement room suddenly seemed vaguely dreamlike.
He puffed on the pipe until it went out, then stood up and shed his clothes. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. When he was finally naked, I gazed in awe at his stiff penis. It was at least two inches longer than my own 5 1/2 inch dick and somewhat thicker.
"Don't just stand there and stare," he said, wrapping one hand around his balls. "Get over here and suck it."
I sank to my knees and opened my mouth. He tried to ram his massive organ down my throat. I gripped the base of his shaft and slowed him down enough to keep him from choking me.
He pulled away after I'd been sucking him for several minutes. "Bend over the bed," he commanded.
A moment later, I was kneeling at the foot of the bed with my upper body resting on its surface. "What are you going to do?" I whispered as he moved behind me.
