Color Him Gay: The Further Adventures of the Man from C. A. M. P. by V. J. Banis

was staying in the same hotel and this was her entourage. They were surrounded by a circle of guards who were at pains to see that the ladies were protected from reporters and curious bystanders.
    The group took over the elevators, leaving the other guests to wait until they had been delivered to their floor.
    Jackie made it at last to Steve’s room. Steve answered his knock quickly, his dark eyes wider than ever with excitement. Jackie handed the diary over to him.
    Steve stared at it for a moment and even thumbed through a page or two as though unable to believe his eyes. Finally he looked back at Jackie, beaming with happiness. Jackie’s bad mood melted somewhat in the radiance of that smile and the muscles in the pit of his stomach began to tingle.
    â€œOh, Jackie, I can’t tell you how happy you’ve made me,” he said. He raised his arms and stepped forward. Jackie took him into an embrace willingly, his blood racing as the delicate body melted against his.
    I shouldn’t be doing this, he told himself silently, Dingo will hate me. But he was doing it and when he found the ruby lips near his own, waiting to be conquered, he could not prevent himself from burying them under his own mouth.
    Far from protesting or withdrawing, Steve returned the kiss with the same ardent enthusiasm, his slender hands clinging to Jackie’s shoulders. Whatever resistance Jackie might have had out of deference to Dingo was weakening rapidly.
    They ended the kiss at last. Both of them, as their faces separated, were shaken by the emotion they had touched in one another.
    â€œDingo’s still out.” Steve whispered breathlessly. “We’re alone here.”
    Jackie stared into the depths of the dark eyes. It was like plunging into a smoldering volcano. Steve might look fragile and delicate but beneath that milk white skin was a raging tempest of passion waiting to be set free.
    â€œIs that a suggestion?” Jackie asked.
    â€œI want to show you how grateful I am to you,” Steve said in that throaty voice that sent shivers up and down Jackie’s spine. “I know Dingo would want me to please you.”
    â€œIs that your only reason?” Jackie asked. Eager or not, he liked to think that he could arouse something more than gratitude in the lovely creature in his arms.
    Steve laughed softly and shook his face. “I want you,” he whispered, pressing his body tightly against the welcoming hardness of Jackie’s. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.”
    It was the sort of answer that left no room for argument. Jackie kissed him again, all but bursting his seams with desire. His hands made their way down the graceful curve of Steve’s back, grasping at the gently rounded orbs below.
    â€œI want to see you,” Steve hissed. “I want to see all of you, please.”
    â€œAlways happy to oblige,” Jackie said. At the moment he would have stood on his head if that was the way Steve wanted it.
    He stepped back and began to undress, peeling off his clothes rapidly. He was impatient to be done with the preliminaries, aching with desire to explore Steve’s maddening body.
    Steve watched him with wide eyes, a faint smile playing upon his lips. The shirt went and then the T-shirt. Jackie kicked off his shoes, tugging at his socks. His trousers fell to the floor and he stood, finally clad only in his briefs, the fabric stretched ludicrously where Jackie’s arousal was evident.
    â€œThe shorts too,” Steve insisted. Jackie complied, rolling them down over his hips and bending to pull them down. He heard the scrape of a drawer opening as he stepped out of them and an ominous click. He raised his eyes and found himself staring down the barrel of a .45 automatic.
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    He groaned and started to pull his shorts back up.
    â€œNo, take them off,” Steve snapped, waving the gun warningly.
    â€œDon’t tell me you’re going to do