The idea for cum on the strudel came from a younger lover I had that didn’t take advantage of the opportunity when it was presented to him. Fast forward to now, I’m comfortable in my sexuality and try whatever I think of, within reason. The lucky contestant for the strudel extravaganza was a long time and still is a long time friend of mine. He started off as a mentor to me when I was a freshmen. Older Russian man, early 50s, nice thick beard, and a complete bad ass.
At the time I was solely focused on what I was told to like: young bachelors my age. I listened to that advice until about two years ago. That’s when I ran into my mentor and he looked better than ever.
This man went from 230 plus to a smooth 160 lean muscle machine. I couldn’t believe my eyes! He told me his name when I didn’t initially recognize him. Actually he didn’t even have say his name. I knew who he was once I hear his voice but didn’t comprehend the fit man in front of me. He reached his hand out for a handshake and I denied it with a hug. I wanted to feel his warmth. There was always an energy about him. Now that he felt confident about his outward appearance it only radiated brighter. Needless to say this was no stranger but a dear dear friend and now lover of mine.