This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters and events in this book are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Published by Gatekeeper Press
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Copyright © 2016 by Melissa Meintjes
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ISBN: 9781619844490
eISBN: 9781619844506
Printed in the United States of America
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 1
Natasha Hedge had just finished coming home from one of her classes, when she suddenly felt like crying, and could not believe that she had so much work and sadness in her life. She had been a great student, her whole life, and had always wanted to get in to an excellent college; one that made her more capable of succeeding in life. She had accomplished all that and more. So she should have been happy. She had made her life exactly what she had wanted, with the help of her rich father. He had paid her expensive tuition, after helping her find a college. He lived far away in Caracas, Venezuela, but nonetheless, he felt close from phone calls, and he could fly to Miami, where she resided, in a few hours. So she should have been delighted, but instead, she felt depressed. She had her whole life ahead of her, but she felt empty. Her beautiful young face would have brought old women to tears of bitterness, her curvy shape made men too shy to ask her out; her big green eyes, and slender nose and full mouth often made her friends jealous; and so she should have been ecstatic. Pleased to be alive, contented to think, joyful to walk, and thankful to be healthy. She at times wondered why her mood was not the way it should be. Considering all the praise she received for intellect, she should have realized that her brain contained the illness of depression, but for her young years, she could not imagine her own thoughts as her worst enemies. So she continued without help, and struggled through continual melancholy at the University of Miami.
One night she felt very sad, and although her roommate slept only a few feet away ready to comfort her, she felt like committing suicide. So she decided to climb the steps to the highest floor and walk out through the emergency exit, and stand on the little balcony looking down at the cement far away.
As she started to put one leg over the railing, a husky voice from the dark said “what are you doing?”
She then responded, “committing suicide, jumping to a sweet death,” through tearful moans. He then grabbed her, and as his lit cigarette fell to the floor, he pushed her against the wall. She would have fought back for she believed in the freedom to die, but his cologne mixed in with the smell of cigarette, intoxicated her. It seemed to remind her of a boy she once dated, who constantly smoked. He then grabbed his cell phone and dialed 911, while he pushed his body against hers to protect her.
She then heard the operator ask, “what is your emergency?”
Then, sounding distressed, he responded “a young woman is trying to kill herself.” Until the ambulance came he held her wrists, and then in handcuffs police officers hauled her to a mental ward.
In the mental ward Natasha still felt depressed even though, she should have felt protected and satisfied, and intoxicated with love, for she had met a prince Charming, or a man who should have been. He cared when no one else seemed to, and he had been a hero in the dark; a man who had a lot in common with her and seemed just as attractive. Despite the feelings of romance that propelled in the back of her mind, Natasha struggled with the monster of depression.
She stayed in the mental ward for a week and was medicated daily for her depression. The psychiatrist, Dr. Paredes came to visit her daily, and explained that her emotional patterns had been an illness. After consenting to treatment outside the hospital, the psychiatrist allowed her father to pick her up. Without the doctor’s consent, Natasha could not leave. So, as a result of a dismissal, she left with her dad, and moved in to an apartment he had rented for them. It was a beautiful apartment in Key Biscayne, a tiny island extending from south Florida. Surrounded by the ocean, it should have made her feel bliss, but she still felt a little sad. She spoke to her mother in Texas, who told her not to take any medication because she did not believe in medication, only in homeopathic treatments. Her mother told her that medications destroyed people, and so she decided not to take any. Her father decided in response to drug her secretly, in order to save her life. She eventually started feeling happy again. Her father then decided to leave her in the care of his girlfriend, Juliet, while he went away on business. He left Juliet in charge of everything; also trusting her to care for his daughter.
From the moment that Fredrick, Natasha’s brunette, green eyed, older, healthy looking father, left, Juliet stopped giving Natasha medication, secretly hoping that Natasha would die. She believed that if God ordained something, then the person deserved it. Natasha, felt happy at first, and did not notice the difference, but eventually her depression started coming back, and she started telling Juliet that she wanted to die.
Juliet did nothing, only told her “you are crazy. Crazy people need to be punished because they are evil.”
So Natasha, began to believe her and felt even worse.
One night on Juliet’s suggestion Natasha beat herself on the back with a belt, and then began to cry from the pain and humiliation in front of her picture of Jesus. Juliet believed that rigorous sacrifice would help win favor with God, and convinced Natasha of the same stupidity. To no avail, Natasha’s illness continued and she almost tried to commit suicide again, but the amount of treatment she had received from her father and the hospital, saved her. Juliet began to grimace at her often in order to push her over the edge, but Natasha held tight to life, either because of her mending mind, or because of some angel protecting her.
Eventually Natasha’s father came back, and he made her feel safe again. He refrained from going on business trips for a while, as a result of hearing about what had happened.
Chapter 2
Gabriel Hatfield felt happy to finally come home from watching a movi
e with Carl his new boyfriend. He loved action movies and had enjoyed one of the Resident Evil series with Carl. Despite his love of the movie, his main source of happiness was Carl and he felt overwhelmed with joy to be dating such an attractive man. Gabriel at the age of twenty five, felt enthusiastic to be enjoying his youth with such a beauty, who had also lived for twenty five years. Gabriel a natural brunette, with big blue green eyes, a slender slightly arched nose, and big pouty lips, often looked at Carl a tall, blue eyed blonde, and smiled as he held his hand during the drive home. When they arrived home to Gabriel’s apartment, Carl came in with him and Gabriel offered him a drink.
He asked Carl what he wanted to drink.
Carl replied “a glass of wine.”
Then Gabriel asked “red or white?”
After Carl responded “red,” Gabriel began to pour Merlot in to two glasses as Carl sat on the couch waiting. They both sat next to each other, drinking their glasses of red wine.
“So what did you think of the movie?” he asked Carl.
Carl smiled and said “I enjoyed it, but I wish the action hero would have been a man instead of a woman. “
Then Gabriel replied “She is pretty cute for a woman. I love blue eyes.”
Then Carl replied “Yuck, I did not know that you are bisexual.”
Then Gabriel began to blush and denied his feelings of admiration for Milla Jovovich. Other gay men often made him feel embarrassed of his bisexual tendency because of their persecution of heterosexual love. Gabriel always forgave them though, because he had felt their mildly abusive nature to stem from a sense of self-defense against years of persecution as homosexuals. As they sat on the couch, they began to discuss the following day, and what time they would have to go to work. Gabriel worked at a hospital as a nurse, while Carl worked at a Marketing firm. Carl claimed that he had to be at work at nine, but that Gabriel was too beautiful to leave immediately.
So Gabriel responded by smiling and saying “thank you love, you are also very beautiful,” and then placed his hand on Carl’s cheek, gently caressing it, and then on Carl’s thigh.
Then Carl grabbed Gabriel’s hand and placed it on the swelling between his legs, which had grown substantially while sitting next to Gabriel. As Gabriel felt the swelling, his swell grew also to the size of Carl’s. They began to kiss and feel the snail like quality of each other’s tongues, which at first felt like gentle caresses, and rapidly grew in to a game of submission and dominance. Gabriel leaned back as Carl’s body gently pushed against his, and Carl’s tongue throbbed deeper and deeper in to his mouth. Gabriel felt overwhelmed with lust, his penis releasing small amounts of fluid, as his body felt penetrated just through a kiss, and therefore felt excited all over, as if his body was in a state of orgasm, although he had not achieved it yet. Carl began to unbutton Gabriel’s shirt, which Gabriel removed and then began to unbutton Carl’s shirt. Carl began to kiss Gabriel’s silky chest, and buttery nipples. Then Carl, unbuttoned Gabriel’s belt and unzipped his pants and undid the single button, exposing his white underwear. He then moved back up to Gabriel’s lips and sucked the lower lip, and repeatedly throbbed his tongue in to his mouth. Carl removed his shirt, and then sucked each of Gabriel’s nipples and then stuck his tongue in to his belly button, working his way down to his erect penis. He then began to lick the enlarged erection in front of him, feeling the veins and the mushroom like shape with his tongue. He then began to use his hands as he rubbed Gabriel to further ecstasy, and then sucked on the tip as Gabriel exploded. Gabriel felt his entire body tingle with relief, as every muscle tensed and then relaxed in the calming, endless ecstasy of an orgasm. Then Carl gently laid his head on Gabriel’s stomach, waiting for Gabriel to regain his wits.
After a few minutes, Gabriel caressed Carl’s blonde curls, and then asked “what can I do for you love? Anything you want is fine,” in a gentle, deep throated whisper.
Then Carl looked up, mildly frowning, with big pleading eyes, and said “I would love to see you nude.”
Then Gabriel stood up and took off his shoes, pants, underwear, and socks, while Carl sat watching in awe, at the incredible beauty that stood before him. He then asked Gabriel to turn around, so that he could see his buttocks, or as he more commonly referred to it as his love hump. The gentle grace of Gabriel’s masculine curves, combined with his flawless skin, made Carl feel almost dizzy with love. Everything that a man should be, Gabriel represented; but more. He then removed his belt, his shoes, socks and pants, and then stood nude behind Gabriel, and began to embrace him. Gabriel felt Carl’s erection slightly split his buttocks open, as it seemed to embrace its lower curve with its firmness. Gabriel felt happy to be so appreciated, and then reached around to grab the two round smooth humps behind him. Carl’s penis began to release more semen as it anticipated an orgasm. Then Gabriel turned around and kissed Carl, as their penis’ rubbed together. They then walked to the bed where they embraced clinging in their nudity to the other’s.
Then Carl said, “your butt is the most beautiful I have ever seen.”
Then Gabriel asked him if he wanted to see it bent over.
Then Carl replied “I would love to,” and so Gabriel bent over.
Then Carl stuck his finger in to his anus, feeling the dirtiest part of Gabriel, but also the most secret, and in a way a very special part of him. Gabriel felt filled with vulnerability as his most secret spot got exposed, and then Carl throbbed his penis in to it, as Gabriel gently grunted, in a state of delightful submission.
After sex they lay together, feeling each other’s warm bodies next to each other, and felt safe as if in the most perfect place imaginable. After several minutes of not falling asleep, they decided to get up and get dressed. They then started watching television together, and started discussing various men on the television.
Gabriel asked Carl what he thought about a beautiful blonde on the television screen.
Carl replied “gorgeous.” Carl then asked “do you ever get sad that you are gay, and the rest of the world is straight?”
Then Gabriel responded, “I do not know if I am totally gay. I often feel bisexual.”
“Yuck, I cannot believe you like women.” Carl responded. “They are so nasty. I hate their big lumps everywhere, and their overly big hips.” Carl continued.
Gabriel then responded “You are right, sometimes I hate them, but often, I find them very beautiful. There is a part of me that hates them and there is a part of me that loves them.”
“How screwed up is that?” Carl asked.
“I do not know. I cannot help the way I feel.” Gabriel responded. Then he grabbed Carl’s thigh and said “I am with you now. No woman could ever take me from you.”
Then he leaned against Carl. Carl then felt happier since his insecurities and jealousy seemed to pass, but he still could not help but feel anger. After a few minutes, Carl’s anger seemed to fade as he enjoyed the beauty of the man on the television, and then his heart sank as he watched the man kiss a woman, instead of another man. He then looked at Gabriel, and then felt happy because at least he had Gabriel; in a world full of hatred and rejection towards him.
He then asked Gabriel “do you wish you were straight?”
“No.” Gabriel responded, “why, do you?”
“Sometimes I feel like the world is screwed against me, against us, because everyone is one way, while we are another.”
Then Gabriel responded jokingly, “a true homosexual, would wish to be a woman, not to be straight. How could you ever want to sacrifice your love of men for women?”
Then Carl looked at Gabriel with his big eyes and responded “I guess you are right, maybe I am becoming straight from knowing you.”
“I could never be straight. I would always prefer a man over a woman. Although I sometimes like women, I often hate them, and therefore could never be with one.” Gabriel responded. Then Gabriel became very serious and remembered all the years of abuse he had endured from his sister, and knew he could never
love women for women were her and she was them. Her long hair, was theirs and theirs was hers. “I guess,” Gabriel responded, “I choose to love men, because I so hate women.”
“So you think it is a choice?” Carl asked.
Then Gabriel responded “even if it were, is it not my choice to make?”
“I guess you are right,” Carl remarked, “choices should make one happy, and I am happy your choices make me happy.”
After about half an hour, of watching the beautiful man on television, Carl felt a surge of jealousy towards women again, and thought about how many times in his life he had wanted to be one. He remembered how he had bought a wig and make-up. Painted his prominent male features to look like those of a woman, and unlike other heterosexual men who would have felt ashamed, he had always felt proud because of his great love for men. Make-up only seemed to celebrate his male features even more so, by making them stand out and feel alive.
Then he asked Gabriel, “do you ever wear make-up?”
Then Gabriel responded, “of course, would I be gay if I did not? Do you want to put some on now?”
Carl nodded, and immediately Gabriel rose up to go to the bathroom, while Carl followed. Gabriel then bent over and opened the cabinet below the sink, and brought out a little bag of make-up. He then poured the contents of the bag out on to the counter. Carl and him investigated the variety of eye shadow, lipstick and blush. The bag also contained mascara, and black eyeliner.
Then Carl picked up the eyeliner and asked Gabriel if he wanted some.
Then Gabriel responded, “sure love, I would love you to do my eye-makeup for me.”
Then they held hands and walked to the kitchen table together, where they sat down and Carl began to apply the eyeliner around Gabriel’s big blue green eyes. He applied a thin line rim to rim. He got up and walked back to the bathroom where he picked up some eye shadow and mascara, he chose purple eye shadow because he felt it celebrated the sultry nature of their evening gathering. He then applied the mascara, and the purple eye shadow, with layers of lilac, and deep purple at the crease. Once done, Carl felt proud for accomplishing something so beautiful, and asked Gabriel to do the same for him. Then Gabriel walked to the bathroom inspected the masterpiece in the mirror and then walked back with the intention of doing the same thing to Carl. After several minutes, Carl possessed the same sultry appearance, and then he also inspected the masterpiece in the mirror.
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