Chapter 5Leon could count on one hand how many times he’d been f****d. He’d been nineteen the first time it had happened, and he’d so hated it, he’d refused to do it again for three years. His first partner, a rancher who’d let him and Kenneth bunk in his barn for a few weeks one winter, didn’t care too much about anybody’s pleasure but his own. It was nothing like the delights he’d learned from his infrequent encounters with Kenneth—because that was just about letting go of some of the tension, that was just two friends seeing to the other, like he’d said to Kenneth to try and explain away his own deviancy. Even if Kenneth was the best friend he’d ever had, Leon had never admitted to even him he preferred a man’s touch to a woman’s, though he could certainly appreciate a female form and g
