I had a blast seeing Patrick on my recent travel to London. He was sweet, smart, and sexy, someone to stay in and go out with. The first time, we met at my hotel. Coming in, he was courteous and professional. We chatted, kissed, and cuddled down, accompanied by that fresh scent of his body. I could not stop fondling his smooth chest, washboard abs, firm bums, and muscular legs. (He got nice manly feet too, if that’s your thing.) He was hung- his thick uncut meat made me gag as it came in and out. And as he moved down on me, he too got a mouthful of joy before pumping up my manhood until the milk gushed like a water fall. The second time, we started with barhopping, as I wanted to check out the local gay scene. We let loose and hung out, while enjoying eye candies in Soho. As I found Patrick kind, genuine, well traveled, and experienced, we really connected and extended the evening into an overnight. He invited me to his cozy apartment to chill, and there we truly bonded, in bed, on sofa, and the floor. He was a passionate lover, and his endowment stretched me like a motor, bringing it to the climax and pushing it further. It was a blissful night. To this day, I reminisce my time with Patrick and hope our paths will cross again. To my fellow men, be it for a wild bang or elegant rum, catch Patrick before too long!
