I was in my early twenties and had been with a few guys, some multiple times, others as one-time-things. I was feeling a bit more confident with the experience I had gained and knew what I liked and what I didn't like and the main thing I liked was much older, dominant, total top men, with high sex drives. That's not to say I was a total submissive. I had played the role of power bottom with men who didn't take control, and I quite enjoyed it. But an older man taking control and giving clear and firm instructions was a real turn on for me. I liked taller men generally, as I was quite short and petite for guy, but apart from that, the physical attributes of the men I met were much less important to me than their attitudes and preferences in the bedroom.
As I lived in a town with nothing much going on as far as the gay scene was concerned and a very limited pool of men that were my type, I spent much of my time online cruising various websites trying to meet men. A lot of men I chatted to would say that they were tops when I told them that I was looking for a total selfish top man, and then later on in the conversation would start asking questions about my dick, which was a real turn off for me and immediately ruled them out as potential meet-up candidates.
One man that I got chatting to though seemed to tick all of the right boxes. He introduced himself as Reg and said he was a dominant top who liked to give instruction to boys who liked to take them. His profile said that he was 61 years old, six feet tall and of an 'average' build, with an 'average' sized cock, but there were no pictures to verify any of this. He lived about an hour and a half's train journey from my town, which I considered to be close enough to be worth travelling to, if we hit it off.
We chatted over the course of a few weeks whenever we were online at the same time and each time I found myself more attracted to him, despite never having seen a picture of him. He was interested in finding out about me and what interests I had, but he would always make clear that he saw me as a sexual object that he wanted to enjoy in person. Eventually after a few weeks, we swapped phone numbers and agreed to continue our chat via text message.
Our texting became much more regular and we finally swapped some pictures. His picture showed a man with short grey hair, average looking, with blue eyes and a short beard. He had powerful looking shoulders and a soft body, the type that you can tell used to be athletic in his younger years but had since let it slip. His chest was covered in dark hair and the photo ended at the waist line, just underneath his small but attractive belly. It certainly didn't put me off him and over the course of a week of texting I grew more excited about receiving his messages, checking my phone regularly to see whether he had responded and carefully constructing my messages to him to make them as flirty and enticing as possible.
One Saturday evening, we were texting as usual when I asked him how many times he jerked himself off every day.
His response came back quickly: "3 or 4 times a day if I'm not having sex."
I was feeling horny so I replied: "Shame to let all that cum go to waste, wish I could swallow it all for you ;)"
"That's a lot of cum for a small boy like you." His next message read.
"I love it." I wrote. "I'd drink it from a glass all day if I could!"
"Well how about I cum into a glass 3 times a day for the next week and you come to mine and drink it next weekend?" His response said.
I'd never had an offer like that before. But I knew I was immediately turned on and wanted it. The thought of Reg watching me casually drink his cum was so dirty and was a massive turn on. I also felt like we'd been chatting long enough that I knew him well enough to meet.
"OK :)" I replied, and was immediately anticipating the next weekend.
I did some research and texted him later telling him he needed to cum into a plastic cup and store it in his freezer each time he added to it and that he would need to warm it up in warm water when I arrived. I certainly didn't want to make myself physically sick within minutes of meeting this sexy man in person for the first time.
The next week went by painfully slowly. We continued texting regularly, and I tried to get Reg to tell me what he envisaged happening between us when we met, but he was deliberately vague, giving answers like "I'll tell you what to do when you arrive", making it clear that he was in charge and that I would be taking instructions from him.
The day before my visit, I had my ass hole and intimate area waxed and shaved my legs. The rest of my body was already smooth. I wanted to be extra smooth for Reg as he had told me that he liked smooth boys. I was slim, 5 foot 5 inches tall, no facial hair to speak of, with blue eyes, and an emo fringe that covered one eye when it hung down. I had always had a round bubble-butt that seemed to drive older guys crazy and that I was very excited to show off to Reg.
On the day, I gave myself a good douching, put on my favorite sexy thong, got myself ready, and headed for the train station. I looked at my phone when I arrived there and had a text.
"Make sure you're here by midday" it read.
Reg was obviously in a dominant mood and wanted me to know it.
I checked the train times and replied saying that I would make it in time.
Once I was off the train, I walked quickly from the station to Reg's house using the instructions he had provided. It was literally two streets away. I could feel the excitement building. I was nervous, but in a good way. It had been a long build up to this moment, which meant that expectations were high, for both of us, I thought, and I didn't want to disappoint him.
I checked my reflection in his car on his drive to make sure I looked OK, and then went to the door and knocked.
About 30 seconds passed before I heard the lock turn and the door swung open. Reg stood there in a dressing gown that stopped just above his knees. He had it loosely tied so that it showed off his chest hair, and he obviously wasn't wearing any trousers, but could have had shorts or underwear on as far as I was aware.
"Hi" I said with a nervous grin on my face.
Reg smirked, but didn't smile, as he looked me up and down.
"Come in." He said. "Put your coat on the peg. Strip down to your underwear and then meet me in the kitchen. Leave your clothes on the floor." And he turned and walked across the entrance hall through a door that I presumed led to the kitchen.
This was hot. He was calling the shots and I could choose to do as I was told, or I was free to leave. I assumed that there was no middle ground here. But I was immediately turned on. I stripped down to my thong, quickly made sure that everything was tucked in neatly, and followed him into the kitchen.
"Sit down." Reg said as I walked in. He saw my thong and nodded, adding "I approve of those."
"Thanks." I said awkwardly, making my way to the chair he had pointed to next to the kitchen table.
"You'll be wanting that drink." He said, more as an instruction than a question. I grinned at him as he lifted a plastic cup out of the sink and poored a significant amount of pale, thick, milky liquid into a half-pint glass. It filled almost three-quarters of the glass. I'd never ingested that much cum before, but I was excited to try.
"Wow!" I whispered as he put the glass down in front of me.
"Yes. I've worked hard this week. And now you get to enjoy the fruits of my labor." He said, sitting down at the seat adjacent to mine. "Sip it slowly."
I lifted the glass for my first sip, making sure I kept eye contact with him. I sipped, swished it around my mouth, and swallowed. It was warm from where he had reheated it in warm water and still had the salty taste of cum that I loved, albeit slightly weaker than if it had been straight from the fireman's hose.
