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.
