gyrations you use when you’re singing—did you learn those from Steve?”
“Some of them,” Stark admitted shyly. With his eyes he had been devouring the attractive body, now naked before him.
Jackie took the robe gently in his hands, pulling it open. Stark’s body lived up to its promises. He was tall and big-boned, with an exaggerated angularity that was not pretty but at the same time uniquely attractive. His chest was not particularly developed, and his waist rather thick in contrast to his slender hips, with the result that his shape was nearly straight up and down.
The same dark hair that framed his face was repeated thickly at the center of his chest, thinning out to encircle the deep rosettes of his flat, masculine nipples. From his navel the luxuriant growth began again, fanning over his gently rounded abdomen to climax at his thighs and continue down the long columns of his legs.
Looking down, Jackie was pleased to discover that his nudity had not been wasted on the English youth. Nor had he any reason to be disappointed by what he saw. The young Steve, Jackie decided, had had more than one reason for encouraging and continuing the relationship with his comrade. A homosexual, even an active and experienced one, could shop around quite a bit without finding better.
Stark shivered slightly as Jackie lifted the robe off the wide shoulders and tugged it gently from the arms, letting it fall to the floor.
“Nervous?” he asked tenderly.
“A little,” Stark answered.
Jackie led him to the bed, flicking off the light as they lowered themselves to its surface. His own ardor had been aroused by the ripened fruits before him, waiting to be plucked. At the moment he could not help resenting Stark’s young friend. He would like to have been the first himself.
He did not attempt to kiss the face near his, although their lips were only inches apart. He knew Stark’s type. The ones who did not regard themselves as homosexual were sometimes receptive to a little “fun”, but more often than not they drew the line at kissing a member of their own sex. It was a peculiarity that Jackie recognized, although he found it difficult to understand.
Stark had no such reluctance, however, in the use of his body. His embrace was warm and eager, his body twisting and squirming as he crushed it tightly against Jackie’s. His hands played up and down Jackie’s back, reaching to fondle and knead the yielding softness of the taut mounds at the base of Jackie’s torso. For several minutes they twisted and rubbed together, sweating with the warmth of their passion.
Jackie smiled to himself as he recognized the preliminaries to the method Stark expected to use, a method known to some as the “Princeton rub” because of its alleged popularity among the students of that school, and to more serious researchers as the English Method. The latter name came from the reportedly common use of the method among English boarding school students, although the Greeks, who called it merizein, were said to have practiced the same method in their highly homosexual civilization.
In its simplest form, the method was little more than a prolonged embrace, the participants pressed tightly against one another’s abdomen until the finish.
It was not a technique that Jackie frequently employed but he had long since discarded any inhibitions that he might have possessed, devoting himself instead to giving and deriving pleasure by whatever means preferred by his partner. If this was what it took to please the lanky young man in his arms he was happy to oblige. He reached for his companion, 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
