would get a little work done. Doesn't seem to be progressing very well, though, I must admit. What's up with you?"

"About the same. I've been working on that assignment for Dr. Schiller for hours now and have made no progress. Thought I would stop by for a chat since we've been saying for months that we wanted to chat about non-class stuff."

"Cool. Pull up a chair. Want a coke?"

"No thanks. Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk. It's such a beautiful night and it seems a shame to waste it inside!" Stan commented.

“Done!" I cried, slipping into some comfortable walking shoes. "Where to?"

"How 'bout down to the river. The moon looks pretty inviting down there, you know."

"I thought the river was a well kept secret. You've been there?" I asked.

"Yep. Been there a couple of times. Never anyone around, you know."

We headed out the door and took off across the campus. We talked as we walked and slowly divulged a lot of personal information as we walked. I kept pace with him and as we walked, I began to study him carefully. The more I saw, the more I liked. He was six feet easily, maybe taller and had very soft skin. The moonlight cast beautiful shadows on his body as he walked and I thought that I caught a glimpse of a pretty full basket. His face was one of classic Greek features, chiseled, manly, masculine. His curly dark hair cascaded over his brow and spilled down the nape of his neck in a subtle but wild array. Truly, this was a handsome man.

We arrived at the river. Now, there are two ways to get to the beach. One is to slide down on your ass, the other is to run and hope you can stop at the beach before you plunge in the icy water. We opted for the first choice and bounced laughingly down the embankment. We arrived in somewhat of a heap at the bottom and sat down on the beach, about six feet from the water's edge. We talked about a lot of things for the next couple of hours, and we edged closer together as the air got nippier. After a somewhat long pause as we each reflected on what we had been talking about, I could stand it no more and put my hands on his face, drew him close to me and kissed him lightly on the mouth. I jumped up and walked over to the water's edge and stood there, facing away from him.

"I'm sorry, Stan. I don't know what came over me, man. I just had to do that," I said, still not looking at him.

After a few seconds, I heard him get up and approach me. He put his arms around me and drew me close to him and said, "Don't be sorry, I want this just as much as you do, Andrew."

I turned to him, somewhat puzzled and said, "But I thought you didn't go for guys!"

"So did I, but spending the last few hours with you has made me want to do this so badly I can't stand it, man." With that he planted his mouth over mine and began kissing me, lightly at first and then deeply, searching my mouth with his tongue as if on a life-threatening quest. We kissed for