Chapter 11

Logan drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Kenu had been devastated over the loss of his wife four years ago. The same tight bond between his own parents was evident. As he often did when thinking of their love, he wondered why he’d been born gay, why hard chests, narrow hips, and asses made his dick take on life as an aching, penetrating cock which zeroed in on men to suck and fuck.

Fact was, if his grandfather and father hadn’t loved women, he wouldn’t be here. He rolled his tired neck from one shoulder to the other and ran his hands over his face. Sometimes there was no explaining the universe.

Who did instructor Blaze Canis want to fuck? It would be nice if it was a man rather than a woman, and doubly nice if it were a Shoshone with the secret name Buffalo Knife.