we began to chat about residence hall life, our jobs, our lives, etc. until we had a pretty interesting chat going. We had, by this time, driven an hour or so out of town and were literally in the middle of thousands of acres of farmland. The starlit sky was brightly lit with dancing stars and the cool breeze blowing over the fields blew our hair restlessly.

Jason drove the car off the road, down a dirt lane and across a wide pasture, coming to rest next to a large tree that graced a small lake. I turned to him and said, "You know who owns this land or something?"

"Yep. Friend of mine. Said I could come here whenever I wanted. So here we are, and isn't it the coolest?"

"I must admit," I said, looking around, "this is the most peaceful spot I have seen in ages. What bliss!" I yawned and stretched my arms up in the air, feeling the cool night air blow around me.

We sat for some time, sharing our lives and talking about important things. Time passed and we leaned back to watch the stars go by. He pointed some of them out to me and I realized at that moment that Jason was one of the most wonderful men I had ever known. His soft gentle voice and his way of saying things melted me.

At one point, the conversation lulled, and we sat, side by side, staring at the sky. He reached over and put his hand on mine, and for many quiet moments, our hands gently caressed each other. My hand crept over his hand and began running up and down his bare thigh. My fingers sang the joys of his smooth skin as they traced his firm muscles.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, saying as I did so, "Do you have any idea how much I needed this, Jason?"

"I think we were in the same boat, Andrew. I just needed to be out in the natural world with you so badly!"

We kissed, deeply and soulfully, pouring our entire beings into each other as our tongues found each other and danced between our mouths. The kiss lasted forever-- it was not the frantic, passionless, lustful tongue-fight I was used to, and I loved it, every second of it. I felt as if we were transferring our lives' data from one mouth to the other and back again. Each lazy, playful swipe of the tongue brought me closer to him, and vice versa. It went on for some time.

As we kissed, I began running my hands over his chest and legs. He did the same to me and without much more than that, we were groping, kissing, fondling and enjoying ourselves tremendously. Our kiss broke and I raised Jason's shirt over his head, marveling at the moon's glow on his smooth muscular chest. I ran my fingers over it lightly, tweaking his nipples as I went, and leaned down to kiss and suck each one. His hands ran through my hair as I did so, and electricity flowed from his fingertips into my soul.

I released his seat belt and pushed him upwards until he was sitting on the headrest, his feet in the seat. I grasped his belt buckle and pulled it loose, freeing his jeans. I pulled them from his waist and dropped them on the floor. As I had suspected from looking crotchward,