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 which manifest early on:
As I started to blow him, you could feel waves of his emotion. He started to 'sweet talk' in a way I have never encountered: darling; sweetheart; baby.
He began stroking my face and hair as I blew him. He was channelling me, in his mind, into a woman.
He was craving an intimacy that was both intense and emotionally charged.
In those moments, as he laid me on the bed and led me to spread my legs for him, I believe that he saw pussy and the physiological response in me was one of getting wet like a girl.
This straight man's dick felt like velvet when he penetrated me. He made a gentle and profound love for almost a half hour that was transcendent.
** I hesitated to post this, as I try to keep the content about the men, never about me.
I came to the conclusion that while this encounter is one that is not representative or characteristic of most of the content you see
(which is about my giving these guys head - think I’ve been fucked maybe four or fives times over the years), this experience happened and was chronicled towards the beginning of benevolentbjs and decided I should share it**