Color Him Gay. Victor J. Banis

moistening the taut flesh with saliva.

      For himself, his own pleasure was heightened by the obvious delight that Stark took in the caress. The English youth was beside himself with passion, the muscles of his hips taut as he pushed upward, his sliding, heaving stomach providing the physical stimulation for Jackie.

      As his ardor soared Stark grew more abandoned, his hands clawing at Jackie’s body, his teeth scraping the flesh of Jackie’s shoulder. Jackie stroked and fondled his partner all the while, bringing into play his thorough knowledge of the male body. Stark was still quite young and the erogenous zones of a young man, he knew, were not unlike those of a girl.

      His ministrations produced soft moans of delight and he wondered, as his hands explored Stark’s firm, voluptuous buttocks, causing Stark to shudder convulsively, if the enterprising Steve might not have introduced Stark to other techniques as well. That, however, was a question hopefully to be explored on some subsequent occasion.

      The session was proving to be a brief one, for both of them were rapidly approaching their peak. Jackie would have liked to linger, prolong the excitement, but he was already too far gone to slow down and the labored breathing near his ear told him that Stark was in the same condition.

      They clung tightly to one another, gasping and panting, and Jackie’s belly was suddenly flooded with Stark’s warm moistness. He answered it in kind; the two on them drenched with the success of their actions.

      “Time for another shower,” Stark said finally. In the pale light that filtered through the window, he was smiling up at Jackie, no longer shy and awkward.

      “I’ll join you,” Jackie agreed, standing and offering his companion a hand.

      They shared a long, stimulating shower together, affectionately soaping one another’s backs and taking frequent time out for horseplay. Stark seemed even younger than his years, a carefree young man playfully happy with someone he liked, and Jackie was not sorry he had promised to help him.

      They left the shower finally. Stark donned his robe and watched with regretful eyes as Jackie dressed.

      “Was I…?” Stark hesitated, dropping his eyes shyly, “Was I all right?”

      “You were great,” Jackie reassured him, retrieving the diary from the dresser. “I hope you aren’t suffering any regrets.”

      Stark shook his head and looked up again. “No, it was even more fun than I remembered with Steve.”

      “Maybe we can try it again,” Jackie said hopefully. “I think Steve neglected a few points. Maybe I can show you some of them.”

      Stark was timid again. “We’ll see. I don’t know if I want to. Not that I didn’t like it, but I’m wondering if I didn’t like it too much.”

      Jackie left the statement unchallenged. This was always a hard thing for some males to face and many of them preferred to take the easy course by foregoing what, to their way of thinking, were sinful pleasures.

      “I’ll be in touch,” Jackie told him, opening the door into the hall. “As soon as I can learn anything. And I’ll look after these memoirs for you.”

      He paused, smiling, and added, “It’s too bad you won’t get to record tonight in it.”

      “I’ll add it when this is all over,” Stark told him. “And don’t worry, I won’t be likely to forget any of the details.”

      Jackie grinned broadly and went out, closing the door after himself. Singing, he decided as he went down in the elevator, was far from the only talent Dingo Stark possessed. All in all, he couldn’t really regret missing his rendezvous with the redhead from the bar. Anyway it was likely he would see the redhead again. Stark, however, might not be in the same mood the next time.

      The Alfa Romeo was waiting for him across the street.

      With the diary under his arm, Jackie started toward it. Behind him there was the sound of running feet. The alarm sounded in his mind a split second too late. He tried to duck but his attacker was faster.

      He head seemed to explode with the burst of fireworks that dimmed quickly into an impenetrable blackness as he fell to the sidewalk.