The Preacher's Gay Son

I was born into a ghetto. we had so many neighbors that it soon looked like family. There was this older son of one of the neighbors who seemed to had grown fond of me. He would always visit me at night and we will always be under the duvet. what could a boy of 5 years possibly know? I took it to just be friendship with the purest of intentions. This continued for a while until we lost contacts...