South Park: Unbound

Chapter 1: Cartman's Discovery

Eric Cartman, the sharp-tongued, mischievous grade-schooler, was no stranger to controversy. But today, he felt a strange, new sensation in his loins, a curiosity that even his vast knowledge of pop culture and politics couldn't satisfy. He was 10 years old, and he was horny.

Cartman's journey began in the most mundane of places: the school's computer lab. He was supposed to be researching for a social studies project, but his fingers had a mind of their own, typing "sex" into the search bar. The results were a cornucopia of information, from the birds and the bees to the kinkiest of fetishes. Cartman's eyes widened as he clicked on a video titled "First Time: Teenage Boy Loses Virginity."

The video was grainy, the audio poor, but the action was clear. A boy, not much older than Cartman, was having sex with a girl. Cartman watched, entranced, as the boy's hips moved, his face contorted in pleasure. He felt a strange sensation in his pants, a tightening, a throbbing. He looked down, saw the bulge in his jeans, and felt a sudden urge to touch it.

Cartman's first solo session was clumsy, awkward. He fumbled with his pants, his hand shaking as he touched himself for the first time. The sensation was intense, overwhelming. He closed his eyes, imagining the girl from the video, her moans, her pleasure. He moved his hand faster, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He felt a building pressure, a need for release. And then, suddenly, it was over. He opened his eyes, panting, a strange, warm sensation in his pants. He looked down, saw the mess he'd made, and felt a sense of accomplishment. He'd done it. He'd masturbated.

But Cartman wasn't one to rest on his laurels. He wanted more. He wanted to know everything about sex, to experience it in all its glory. And he knew just the person to help him: his mother, Liane.

Liane Cartman was a kind-hearted, foul-mouthed woman who'd seen her fair share of life's ups and downs. She was no stranger to her son's antics, but she was taken aback when he sat her down at the kitchen table, his face serious.

"Mom," Cartman began, "I want to know about sex."

Liane blinked, taken aback. "Well, Eric," she said, "sex is a natural, beautiful act between two consenting adults—"

"Yeah, yeah," Cartman interrupted, "I've seen the birds and the bees. I want to know the good stuff. The kinky stuff."

Liane sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Eric, I'm not sure if that's appropriate—"

"Come on, Mom," Cartman pleaded, "I'm not a kid anymore. I deserve to know."

Liane looked at her son, saw the determination in his eyes, and sighed. "Alright, Eric," she said, "but only if you promise to listen and not judge."

Cartman nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. And so, Liane began to educate her son about the birds, the bees, and everything in between. She talked about consent, about pleasure, about the importance of safe sex. She told him about her own experiences, about the mistakes she'd made, the lessons she'd learned. She was explicit, graphic, leaving no stone unturned. And Cartman listened, his eyes wide, his mind absorbing every word.

As Liane talked, Cartman felt a strange sensation in his loins. He was aroused, turned on by his mother's words. He shifted in his seat, trying to hide his erection, but Liane noticed. She smiled, a knowing smile, and continued her lesson.

"See, Eric," she said, "sex isn't just about penetration. It's about all the little things that lead up to it. The foreplay, the teasing, the anticipation."

Cartman nodded, his mind racing. He wanted to experience all of it, to feel that pleasure, that anticipation. And he knew just the person to help him: Kyle Broflovski.

Kyle was Cartman's best friend, his confidant, his partner in crime. He was also the only one who could keep up with Cartman's antics, the only one who could challenge him, push him, make him better. And Cartman knew that Kyle was the key to his sexual awakening.

"Kyle," Cartman said, cornering his friend in the school hallway, "I need your help."

Kyle looked at Cartman, saw the determination in his eyes, and sighed. "What is it this time, Cartman?" he asked.

"I want to have sex," Cartman said, his voice matter-of-fact.

Kyle blinked, taken aback. "What are you talking about, Cartman?" he asked.

"I'm talking about losing my virginity," Cartman said, "and I want you to help me."

Kyle looked at Cartman, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and sighed. "Alright, Cartman," he said, "but only if we do this right. We need to learn about consent, about safe sex, about all the things that make sex good, not just the act itself."

Cartman nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. And so, Kyle began to educate his friend about the intricacies of sex, about the importance of communication, about the power of foreplay. He talked about his own experiences, about the girls he'd liked, the crushes he'd had. And Cartman listened, his mind absorbing every word.

As Kyle talked, Cartman felt a strange sensation in his loins. He was aroused, turned on by his friend's words. He shifted in his seat, trying to hide his erection, but Kyle noticed. He smiled, a knowing smile, and continued his lesson.

"See, Cartman," he said, "sex isn't just about the physical act. It's about the emotional connection, the intimacy, the trust."

Cartman nodded, his mind racing. He wanted to experience all of it, to feel that intimacy, that trust. And he knew just the girl to help him: Bebe Stevens.

Bebe was the most popular girl in school, the object of every boy's desire. She was beautiful, confident, and she knew it. She was also the only girl who'd ever shown Cartman any interest, the only one who'd ever flirted with him, teased him, made him feel like he was more than just a joke.

Cartman approached Bebe in the school hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. "Bebe," he said, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his stomach, "I want to have sex with you."

Bebe looked at Cartman, saw the determination in his eyes, and smiled. "Well, Eric," she said, "I must say, I'm flattered. But I'm not that kind of girl."

Cartman blinked, taken aback. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean," Bebe said, "that I'm not going to sleep with you just because you want to. I need to feel a connection, a spark. I need to know that you respect me, that you care about me."

Cartman looked at Bebe, saw the sincerity in her eyes, and felt a strange sensation in his chest. It was like a warmth, a comfort, a feeling he'd never experienced before. It was, he realized, the feeling of being seen, of being understood. It was the feeling of intimacy.

"Alright, Bebe," Cartman said, his voice soft, "I'll do whatever it takes. I'll prove to you that I'm worthy of your respect, your affection, your body."

Bebe smiled, a genuine smile, and took Cartman's hand. "Good," she said, "because I have a feeling that you're going to be a very interesting challenge, Eric Cartman."

And so, Cartman's journey of sexual awakening began. He was no longer just a mischievous grade-schooler, a sharp-tongued joker. He was a boy on a mission, a boy determined to learn about sex, about pleasure, about intimacy. And he was going to do it right, with respect, with consent, with love.

But Cartman's journey was not without its challenges. As he navigated the complex world of adult desires, he would face obstacles, both external and internal. He would have to confront his own prejudices, his own biases, his own fears. He would have to learn about boundaries, about safe words, about the importance of communication. And he would have to do it all while trying to maintain his status as the sharp-tongued, mischievous grade-schooler that everyone knew and loved.

But Cartman was not one to shy away from a challenge. He was Eric Cartman, the boy who'd faced down gods, aliens, and even the government. And he was determined to face this challenge head-on, to learn about sex, about pleasure, about intimacy. And to do it all with a smile on his face and a foul-mouthed joke on his lips.

Chapter 2: Kyle's Confession

While Cartman was navigating the complex world of his own desires, Kyle Broflovski was grappling with a different kind of challenge. He'd always been Cartman's rock, his voice of reason, his moral compass. But lately, he'd been feeling a strange, new sensation, a restlessness, a hunger that he couldn't quite understand. It was only when he saw Cartman's newfound interest in sex that he realized what it was. He was horny. And he was horny for his best friend.

Kyle had always been attracted to Cartman, had always felt a strange, inexplicable pull towards him. But he'd never acted on it, had never even admitted it to himself. But now, with Cartman's newfound interest in sex, Kyle couldn't ignore his feelings any longer. He was attracted to Cartman, and he wanted to act on it.

But Kyle was no stranger to the complexities of desire. He knew that acting on his feelings could potentially ruin his friendship with Cartman, could push him away, could hurt him. He knew that he had to approach this situation with caution, with care, with respect. And so, he decided to confess his feelings to Cartman, to lay it all out on the table, and see where the chips may fall.

Kyle cornered Cartman in the school hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. "Cartman," he said, his voice steady despite the nerves in his stomach, "I need to talk to you about something."

Cartman looked at Kyle, saw the seriousness in his eyes, and nodded. "Alright, Kyle," he said, "what's up?"

Kyle took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I...I have feelings for you, Cartman," he said, his voice soft, "feelings that I can't ignore any longer. I'm attracted to you, and I want to act on it."

Cartman blinked, taken aback. He looked at Kyle, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and felt a strange sensation in his loins. He was aroused, turned on by his friend's confession. But he also felt a sense of unease, of uncertainty. He cared about Kyle, deeply, and he didn't want to hurt him.

"Kyle," Cartman said, his voice soft, "I...I don't know what to say. I mean, I'm flattered, really, but I'm not sure if I feel the same way."

Kyle looked at Cartman, saw the uncertainty in his eyes, and nodded. "I understand, Cartman," he said, "and I respect your feelings. But I just had to tell you, had to put it out there. I can't keep it inside any longer."

Cartman looked at Kyle, saw the vulnerability in his eyes, and felt a strange sensation in his chest. It was like a warmth, a comfort, a feeling he'd never experienced before. It was the feeling of being seen, of being understood, of being loved. And suddenly, he realized that he didn't want to push Kyle away, didn't want to hurt him. He wanted to explore this feeling, this connection, this intimacy.

"Kyle," Cartman said, his voice soft, "I...I want to try. I want to explore this with you, see where it goes."

Kyle looked at Cartman, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and felt a surge of happiness. "Really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Really," Cartman said, smiling, "but we have to do this right, Kyle. We have to communicate, have to be honest, have to respect each other's boundaries."

Kyle nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "I agree, Cartman," he said, "and I promise to be open, honest, and respectful. I want this to be a positive experience for both of us."

And so, Kyle and Cartman began their journey of sexual exploration, their journey of intimacy. They started slow, with simple touches, soft kisses, gentle caresses. They talked about their feelings, their fears, their desires. They set boundaries, safe words, rules. They made sure that they were always communicating, always checking in with each other, always respecting each other's bodies and minds.

Kyle was a gentle lover, patient, caring, always putting Cartman's needs first. He was a stark contrast to Cartman's usual brash, aggressive persona, and Cartman found himself drawn to Kyle's gentleness, to his kindness, to his love. He felt safe with Kyle, protected, cherished. And he found that he liked it, liked the feeling of being cared for, of being loved.

Cartman, in turn, was a passionate lover, intense, fiery, always pushing the boundaries. He was a challenge for Kyle, a puzzle to be solved, a mystery to be unraveled. And Kyle found himself drawn to Cartman's passion, to his intensity, to his love. He felt alive with Cartman, energized, excited. And he found that he liked it, liked the feeling of being challenged, of being pushed, of being loved.

But Kyle and Cartman's journey was not without its challenges. They faced obstacles, both external and internal. They had to navigate the complexities of their friendship, the potential for hurt, the possibility of rejection. They had to confront their own prejudices, their own biases, their own fears. They had to learn about consent, about boundaries, about the importance of communication. And they had to do it all while trying to maintain their status as the best friends that everyone knew and loved.

But Kyle and Cartman were not ones to shy away from a challenge. They were Kyle Broflovski and Eric Cartman, the boys who'd faced down gods, aliens, and even the government. And they were determined to face this challenge head-on, to explore their feelings, their desires, their love. And to do it all with honesty, with respect, with love.

Chapter 3: Stan's Experiment

While Cartman and Kyle were navigating the complexities of their newfound intimacy, Stan Marsh was grappling with a different kind of challenge. He'd always been the voice of reason, the calm in the storm, the steady hand guiding his friends through the chaos. But lately, he'd been feeling a strange, new sensation, a curiosity, a desire to explore the unknown. And for Stan, the unknown was the world of BDSM.

Stan had always been fascinated by the idea of BDSM, by the power dynamics, the trust, the intimacy. He'd read about it, watched documentaries, even joined online forums to learn more. But he'd never had the courage to try it, to put himself out there, to trust someone with his body, his mind, his soul. Until now.

Stan approached Craig Tucker in the school hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. Craig was his best friend, his confidant, his partner in crime. He was also the only one who knew about Stan's fascination with BDSM, the only one who'd supported him, encouraged him, pushed him to explore his desires.

"Craig," Stan said, his voice steady despite the nerves in his stomach, "I want to try BDSM."

Craig looked at Stan, saw the determination in his eyes, and smiled. "It's about time, Stan," he said, "I've been waiting for you to say that."

Stan took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I want you to be my Dom," he said, his voice soft, "I trust you, Craig. I know you'll keep me safe."

Craig looked at Stan, saw the vulnerability in his eyes, and felt a surge of happiness. "I'd be honored, Stan," he said, "and I promise to keep you safe, to respect your boundaries, to make this a positive experience for both of us."

And so, Stan and Craig began their journey into the world of BDSM. They started slow, with simple power dynamics, soft words, gentle touches. They talked about their feelings, their fears, their desires. They set boundaries, safe words, rules. They made sure that they were always communicating, always checking in with each other, always respecting each other's bodies and minds.

Craig was a firm but fair Dom, always pushing Stan's boundaries but never breaking them. He was a stark contrast to Stan's usual calm, collected persona, and Stan found himself drawn to Craig's dominance, to his control, to his love. He felt alive with Craig, energized, excited. And he found that he liked it, liked the feeling of being pushed, of being challenged, of being loved.

Stan, in turn, was a submissive with a strong sense of self, always aware of his boundaries, always communicating his needs. He was a challenge for Craig, a puzzle to be solved, a mystery to be unraveled. And Craig found himself drawn to Stan's strength, to his courage, to his love. He felt proud of Stan, proud of his growth, proud of his trust. And he found that he liked it, liked the feeling of being needed, of being respected, of being loved.

But Stan and Craig's journey was not without its challenges. They faced obstacles, both external and internal. They had to navigate the complexities of their friendship, the potential for hurt, the possibility of rejection. They had to confront their own prejudices, their own biases, their own fears. They had to learn about consent, about boundaries, about the importance of communication. And they had to do it all while trying to maintain their status as the best friends that everyone knew and loved.

One day, Craig decided to push Stan's boundaries further than ever before. He blindfolded Stan, tied him to a chair, and left him alone in a dark room. Stan was terrified, his heart racing, his breath coming in short gasps. He felt vulnerable, exposed, helpless. But he also felt a strange sense of calm, of peace, of trust. He knew that Craig would keep him safe, that he would never push him too far.

As the minutes ticked by, Stan's fear began to give way to something else. He started to feel a sense of freedom, of release, of surrender. He felt his body relax, his mind quiet, his soul open. He felt safe, protected, cherished. He felt loved.

When Craig finally returned, he found Stan in a state of bliss, a soft smile on his face, his body relaxed, his eyes closed. He untied Stan, removed the blindfold, and took him in his arms.

"Thank you," Stan whispered, his voice soft, "that was...that was amazing."

Craig smiled, his heart filled with love. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Stan," he said, "and I'm proud of you. You're stronger than you think, braver than you believe, and loved more than you'll ever know."

And in that moment, Stan realized that he was right. He was strong, he was brave, he was loved. And he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way, ready to explore whatever desires he had, ready to live his life to the fullest, ready to be truly, fully, unapologetically himself.

Chapter 4: Kenny's Secret

While Stan and Craig were exploring the depths of their desires, Kenny McCormick was grappling with a secret of his own. He'd always been the quiet one, the observer, the one who preferred to stay in the shadows. But lately, he'd been feeling a strange, new sensation, a hunger, a need, a desire that he couldn't ignore any longer. He was horny, and he was horny for his cousin, Butters.

Kenny had always had a crush on Butters, had always felt a strange, inexplicable pull towards him. But he'd never acted on it, had never even admitted it to himself. But now, with his friends exploring their own desires, Kenny couldn't ignore his feelings any longer. He was attracted to Butters, and he wanted to act on it.

But Kenny was also a firm believer in the power of consent, in the importance of communication, in the necessity of respect. He knew that he couldn't just act on his feelings, couldn't just take what he wanted. He had to talk to Butters, had to be honest, had to be open, had to be respectful.

Kenny cornered Butters in the school hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. Butters looked at him, saw the seriousness in his eyes, and nodded. "What's up, Kenny?" he asked, his voice soft.

Kenny took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Butters," he said, his voice steady despite the nerves in his stomach, "I...I have feelings for you. Feelings that I can't ignore any longer. I'm attracted to you, and I want to act on it."

Butters blinked, taken aback. He looked at Kenny, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and felt a strange sensation in his loins. He was aroused, turned on by Kenny's confession. But he also felt a sense of unease, of uncertainty. He cared about Kenny, deeply, and he didn't want to hurt him.

"Kenny," Butters said, his voice soft, "I...I don't know what to say. I mean, I'm flattered, really, but I'm not sure if I feel the same way."

Kenny looked at Butters, saw the uncertainty in his eyes, and nodded. "I understand, Butters," he said, "and I respect your feelings. But I just had to tell you, had to put it out there. I can't keep it inside any longer."

Butters looked at Kenny, saw the vulnerability in his eyes, and felt a strange sensation in his chest. It was like a warmth, a comfort, a feeling he'd never experienced before. It was the feeling of being seen, of being understood, of being loved. And suddenly, he realized that he didn't want to push Kenny away, didn't want to hurt him. He wanted to explore this feeling, this connection, this intimacy.

"Kenny," Butters said, his voice soft, "I...I want to try. I want to explore this with you, see where it goes."

Kenny looked at Butters, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and felt a surge of happiness. "Really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Really," Butters said, smiling, "but we have to do this right, Kenny. We have to communicate, have to be honest, have to respect each other's boundaries."

Kenny nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "I agree, Butters," he said, "and I promise to be open, honest, and respectful. I want this to be a positive experience for both of us."

And so, Kenny and Butters began their journey of sexual exploration, their journey of intimacy. They started slow, with simple touches, soft kisses, gentle caresses. They talked about their feelings, their fears, their desires. They set boundaries, safe words, rules. They made sure that they were always communicating, always checking in with each other, always respecting each other's bodies and minds.

But Kenny and Butters' journey was not without its challenges. They faced obstacles, both external and internal. They had to navigate the complexities of their family dynamics, the potential for hurt, the possibility of rejection. They had to confront their own prejudices, their own biases, their own fears. They had to learn about consent, about boundaries, about the importance of communication. And they had to do it all while trying to maintain their status as the cousins that everyone knew and loved.

One day, Kenny decided to push Butters' boundaries further than ever before. He tied Butters to his bed, blindfolded him, and started to tease him, to tantalize him, to torture him with pleasure. Butters was squirming, moaning, begging for release. But Kenny was in control, always pushing Butters' boundaries but never breaking them.

"Please, Kenny," Butters begged, his voice hoarse, "please, I can't take it anymore."

Kenny smiled, his heart filled with love and power. "Not yet, Butters," he said, his voice soft, "not until I say so."

And in that moment, Butters realized that he trusted Kenny completely, that he was safe in his hands, that he was loved. And he surrendered to the pleasure, to the moment, to Kenny.

When Kenny finally allowed Butters to come, it was explosive, intense, and utterly satisfying. Butters collapsed, his body spent, his mind blank, his soul open. And Kenny took him in his arms, held him close, and whispered, "I love you, Butters. I love you so much."

And Butters smiled, his heart filled with love and happiness. "I love you too, Kenny," he said, "and I'm glad we did this. I'm glad we explored this together."

And in that moment, Kenny realized that he was right. He was loved, he was desired, he was worthy. And he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way, ready to explore whatever desires he had, ready to live his life to the fullest, ready to be truly, fully, unapologetically himself.

Chapter 5: Cartman's Confession

While Stan, Craig, Kenny, and Butters were exploring their desires and finding happiness, Eric Cartman was struggling. He'd always been the loudest, the most confident, the most outspoken of the group. But lately, he'd been feeling a strange, new sensation, a sense of unease, of discomfort, of dissatisfaction. He was unhappy, and he didn't know why.

Cartman was used to getting what he wanted, used to being in control, used to being the center of attention. But lately, he'd been feeling a strange, inexplicable pull towards something else, something different, something unknown. He was attracted to Kyle, and he didn't know what to do about it.

Cartman had always seen Kyle as a brother, a best friend, a partner in crime. But lately, he'd started to see him in a different light, a light that made his heart race, his breath catch, his body tingle. He was attracted to Kyle, and he didn't know how to handle it.

Cartman was a firm believer in taking what he wanted, in getting what he desired, in satisfying his needs. But he also knew that he couldn't just act on his feelings, couldn't just take what he wanted, not with Kyle. Kyle was his best friend, his brother, his confidant. He cared about him deeply, and he didn't want to hurt him.

Cartman cornered Kyle in the school hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. Kyle looked at him, saw the seriousness in his eyes, and nodded. "What's up, Cartman?" he asked, his voice soft.

Cartman took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Kyle," he said, his voice steady despite the nerves in his stomach, "I...I have feelings for you. Feelings that I can't ignore any longer. I'm attracted to you, and I want to act on it."

Kyle blinked, taken aback. He looked at Cartman, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and felt a strange sensation in his loins. He was aroused, turned on by Cartman's confession. But he also felt a sense of unease, of uncertainty. He cared about Cartman, deeply, and he didn't want to hurt him.

"Cartman," Kyle said, his voice soft, "I...I don't know what to say. I mean, I'm flattered, really, but I'm not sure if I feel the same way."

Cartman looked at Kyle, saw the uncertainty in his eyes, and nodded. "I understand, Kyle," he said, "and I respect your feelings. But I just had to tell you, had to put it out there. I can't keep it inside any longer."

Kyle looked at Cartman, saw the vulnerability in his eyes, and felt a strange sensation in his chest. It was like a warmth, a comfort, a feeling he'd never experienced before. It was the feeling of being seen, of being understood, of being loved. And suddenly, he realized that he didn't want to push Cartman away, didn't want to hurt him. He wanted to explore this feeling, this connection, this intimacy.

"Cartman," Kyle said, his voice soft, "I...I want to try. I want to explore this with you, see where it goes."

Cartman looked at Kyle, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and felt a surge of happiness. "Really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Really," Kyle said, smiling, "but we have to do this right, Cartman. We have to communicate, have to be honest, have to respect each other's boundaries."

Cartman nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "I agree, Kyle," he said, "and I promise to be open, honest, and respectful. I want this to be a positive experience for both of us."

And so, Cartman and Kyle began their journey of sexual exploration, their journey of intimacy. They started slow, with simple touches, soft kisses, gentle caresses. They talked about their feelings, their fears, their desires. They set boundaries, safe words, rules. They made sure that they were always communicating, always checking in with each other, always respecting each other's bodies and minds.

But Cartman and Kyle's journey was not without its challenges. They faced obstacles, both external and internal. They had to navigate the complexities of their friendship, the potential for hurt, the possibility of rejection. They had to confront their own prejudices, their own biases, their own fears. They had to learn about consent, about boundaries, about the importance of communication. And they had to do it all while trying to maintain their status as the best friends that everyone knew and loved.

One day, Cartman decided to push Kyle's boundaries further than ever before. He tied Kyle to his bed, blindfolded him, and started to tease him, to tantalize him, to torture him with pleasure. Kyle was squirming, moaning, begging for release. But Cartman was in control, always pushing Kyle's boundaries but never breaking them.

"Please, Cartman," Kyle begged, his voice hoarse, "please, I can't take it anymore."

Cartman smiled, his heart filled with love and power. "Not yet, Kyle," he said, his voice soft, "not until I say so."

And in that moment, Kyle realized that he trusted Cartman completely, that he was safe in his hands, that he was loved. And he surrendered to the pleasure, to the moment, to Cartman.

When Cartman finally allowed Kyle to come, it was explosive, intense, and utterly satisfying. Kyle collapsed, his body spent, his mind blank, his soul open. And Cartman took him in his arms, held him close, and whispered, "I love you, Kyle. I love you so much."

And Kyle smiled, his heart filled with love and happiness. "I love you too, Cartman," he said, "and I'm glad we did this. I'm glad we explored this together."

And in that moment, Cartman realized that he was right. He was loved, he was desired, he was worthy. And he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way, ready to explore whatever desires he had, ready to live his life to the fullest, ready to be truly, fully, unapologetically himself.