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African-American Hot New Gay Novel!
by Keoni Kenai   

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Publisher:  Soul Write Publishing Type: 
Pages: 

424

Copyright:  April 15, 2008 ISBN-13:  9780978785741
Fiction

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Labeled
A novel
By
Keoni Kenai
Synopsis
Love is a funny thing. And as cliché as it sounds I thought it would never happen to me. But it did. Let me explain. I am a product of God you see? Son of Adam. I am man. The first. I follow His Divine law. So why is it that when I meet Armari Arnold did all these newfound feelings suddenly emerge? Feelings of lust and want. I must admit that it took me by complete surprise, yet it had it? The ties that bind me way down deep had always known that I had these feelings for men.
My name is Craig Jamison and I am constantly in and out of love depending on the nature of the relationship and my tolerance level for others: both men and women. And, yes, do I love women. The things they do, their sexuality, their world. Hence, I also love men. Which kind of makes me sort of a confused sexual hypocrite right? If ever there was such.
So when I am introduced to Armari at a party my world is suddenly turned into a kaleidoscopic journey of first lust then love. Feelings that I thought I’d never have for another man is suddenly unleashed and I am in a world of mass confusion.
At first I thought it was a fad. You know, just something to do. But whoever did what I did on the down low and called it a fad? The men in my family certainly did not. And most certainly it did not fit into God’s plan when he created human life. And of all people, why me? Why was I to be labeled the black sheep of the family with this mentally, crippling sexual curse? Everybody expected me to do the right things in life in terms of relationships and marriage. I guess I even fooled myself and then some.
I mean I am smart, handsome, have a prominent career and quite available for any woman. Yet, I was also gay. A word or term I was still not yet comfortable with whispering even in the privacy of my own home. In many aspects I felt ashamed.
And in order for me to fit into this world of normalcy I had to play by the straight and narrow rules: Adam for Eve and not the other way around. Right? Yet, happiness and newfound love emerges despite the odds and opinions of the world. And this is my story

Hot new novel!

Labeled

A novel

By

Keoni Kenai

Synopsis

Love is a funny thing. And as cliché as it sounds I thought it would never happen to me. But it did. Let me explain. I am a product of God you see? Son of Adam. I am man. The first. I follow His Divine law. So why is it that when I meet Armari Arnold did all these newfound feelings suddenly emerge? Feelings of lust and want. I must admit that it took me by complete surprise, yet it had it? The ties that bind me way down deep had always known that I had these feelings for men.

My name is Craig Jamison and I am constantly in and out of love depending on the nature of the relationship and my tolerance level for others: both men and women. And, yes, do I love women. The things they do, their sexuality, their world. Hence, I also love men. Which kind of makes me sort of a confused sexual hypocrite right? If ever there was such.

So when I am introduced to Armari at a party my world is suddenly turned into a kaleidoscopic journey of first lust then love. Feelings that I thought I’d never have for another man is suddenly unleashed and I am in a world of mass confusion.

At first I thought it was a fad. You know, just something to do. But whoever did what I did on the down low and called it a fad? The men in my family certainly did not. And most certainly it did not fit into God’s plan when he created human life. And of all people, why me? Why was I to be labeled the black sheep of the family with this mentally, crippling sexual curse? Everybody expected me to do the right things in life in terms of relationships and marriage. I guess I even fooled myself and then some.

I mean I am smart, handsome, have a prominent career and quite available for any woman. Yet, I was also gay. A word or term I was still not yet comfortable with whispering even in the privacy of my own home. In many aspects I felt ashamed.

And in order for me to fit into this world of normalcy I had to play by the straight and narrow rules: Adam for Eve and not the other way around. Right? Yet, happiness and newfound love emerges despite the odds and opinions of the world. And this is my story

 

Excerpt
Chapter Two
Black Orgy
We land in south-central L.A. at Jewel’s Catch One just west of Pico. It was a hip and happening gay and lesbian joint. Brothers and sisters were everywhere. I mean, I have never seen so many gay, black people, men or women, in one establishment and getting alone in my entire lifetime. I took in the full measure of the scene around us.
There were strippers, both men and women performing on stage. Partygoers instantly swarmed to the dance floor to the beat of Charlie Wilson‘s hit single Magic. Now, this was a party. Men dance with men and women vice versa. This was a mad crazy, Sodom and Gomorra church sermon that Reverend Brown could preach about for hours on Sunday morning. I mean the old days of Babylon had nothing on this joint. Armari grabbed me by the arm, pulling me onto the dance floor.
“Show me what you got”, he teased as he swayed and moved his body from side to side.
“I’ve been known to cut up a rug or too”, I say then began to rock to the rhythm of the beat.
I was having a ball. We danced, talked and drink into the wee hours of the morning. Before I knew it it was four o’clock in the morning. On the way home Jackson had decided to make one last stop.
“I’m tired”, I protest and I knew Armari must be getting tired as well. I glance his way.
“I’m cool”, he replies. “I’m enjoying the company”.
I swear I could fall in love with this man.
Okay I say and head toward the new party location Jackson has just given me.
The setting was in Chino, at a fairly moderate home to say the least. Inside were a large number of black men. Some were conversing in groups, others sitting and drinking on the couch: simply listening to good music. No doubt half of them were as high as hell. And how could I tell? Because the entire place smelled of reefer. This is, and depending on my mood, cool with me.
Armari leads me to an abandoned section of a couch. I take a seat while he retrieves us a drink. I insist on water only. He tells me he’ll be back as fast as lightening. I smile up to him. He grins then takes his leave.
“What your name is”, I hear a voice say. I turn to see gold teeth smiling back at me.
“Excuse me”, I ask.

“I asked you your name”, the twenty-something year old youngster asks me again. He smiles that awful qwasai gold smile then licks his lips again.
I swear I wanted to throw up. I mean that couldn’t be considered good hygiene. And who in hell would want to kiss him.
“It’s Craig. What’s up”, I say to him, trying to sound hip, remain cool and not go off on him or his bad breath. Looky here. I ain’t no damn fool. He might be packing and L.A got a lot of sensitive, touchy brothers.
“Cool, cool. Looking good boy. What you down with”, he asks me.
“I’m down with enjoying the party brotha”, I casually say.
“Me too”, he replies then proceeds to move in a little too close for me.
I shift, trying to find security at the far end of the couch. He was definitely invading my comfort zone.
“You in my seat”, I hear Armari’s silky-smooth voice say. He had returned with two bottles of water.
The young brother looked up from where he sat at this tall, massive brother, sizing him up.
“No harm, no foul my brotha”, he immediately replies before rustling on to another part of the room like a hurt little puppy. And I love dogs but this was a mutt. I was happy that the dog catcher had shooed him away just in the nick of time.
“Right on time”.
Armari chuckled.
“Can’t leave you alone for a minute”, he says and chuckles more.
“Here’s your water”.
“Thanks.”
We stay planted there the entire night. Talking and getting to know each other only better. Time must have had soared like an eagle because the next thing I knew it was now six-thirty in the morning. I yawned.
“That’s our cue”, Armari agreed.
“I’m going to the bathroom before we head out, Armari”, I said then stood in search of it.
As I walked down the long, narrow hallway I hear voices, noises, and the moans of both pain and pleasure. The lights were dim, the music exotic, delivering an air of Nero eroticism into the air.
“What the hell”, I say to myself.
As I pass a bedroom there are a group of guys of various ethnicities butt naked and having an orgy. I damn near flipped.
There were threesomes, men sucking and getting sucked, fucked or both. I can’t lie. The scene was totally erotic and sensual at the same time. I was shocked, aroused, yet confused all at the same damn time. Least you forget, I am human.
There was a Puerto Rican looking guy that stood out from all the rest. I had seen him earlier that night at Dominique’s house. In fact, I’d seen him at the party. He was the one Jackson was following around like a little dazed puppy.
‘Damn‘, I think to myself. ‘The boy sho‘nuff gets around. From this mad-crazy, liquor and XTC induced scene he looks right into the soul of my eyes. I swear it was eerie. Like he knew me and I him. Of course, he recognizes me and didn’t even give a shit. He just kept on slurping like he was sipping hot soup while another brother fucked the hell out of him, dicking him down real good. He was being passed around like he was nothing.
I thought to myself: does he have no shame? If this angered God so immensely to destroy the fabric of Sodom and Gomorra’s evil society then surely why wouldn’t it anger me? For I too was part of this so called “closeted, evil” society. Instantly I felt ashamed for the both of us.
No. Wait. What separated me from this Puerto Rican guy was that I had pride and respect for myself and for the lover I was with. I might be gay but not desperate. I’m strictly a one on one type of player. My Black Knight was running a little late but I was certain he was on his way. Maybe he was even as close as the living room. My feet could not carry me fast enough toward the nearest exit door. I could not see him but no doubt Jackson was sprawled out amongst the groupies. He’d have to find his own way home because I was definitely not it.


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Reader Reviews for "African-American Hot New Gay Novel!"

Reviewed by TraVon Williams 12/19/2008
I agree very intriguing.
Reviewed by TL James 6/10/2008
Awesome excerpt... I am getting the book today.

-TL

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