“Unraveling Secrets: The Heartwarming Journey of a Gay Boy and the Power of Connection”
He was in his briefs because he was happily playing along to my insistence that my white blood cells (WBCs) and red blood cells (RBCs) were doing OK, but my gay blood cells (GBCs) desperately needed gay boy cuddles (GBCs again) and Ethan was the type to say yes whenever he could say yes, finding ways to hold me even though I couldn’t lie on my side — the intestinal pain was too much — and one afternoon, he was asleep and I was awake, and I wondered if all that time we hadn’t spent fucking, a rancor I’d nourished, had kept me from seeing him as he was, his love for what it was: a sweet young man happy to hold me and my big stupid heart.
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