Walking from the Louisville Water Tower park to the hotel literally across River Road, he was talking of his own struggles and "figuring things out". He added that he was very self-conscious about his living with vitiligo (it's a skin pigment thing which causes patches light colour skin) and because of it was "afraid of women's reaction" and therefore didn't engage much. I told him that I cared about him and his situation; him as a man, not blotches of light skin. This triggered something that I can't explain, but as I started to blow him, its like you could see this wave of emotion, he started to 'sweet talk' in a way I have never encountered. He was craving an intimacy that was both intense and almost electric. In those moments, it didn't matter to him that I was a guy and that I had "pussy substitute". I try to keep things about the men and not me, but in this experience he reached me in a way that was transcendent.
This is one of the two most profound experiences I have had. This refresh of original post is because it had fallen so far down my feed that few scroll down far enough to see it.