Once a year the entire Housing staff, comprised of two hundred RA's, thirty GR's and several other assorted Housing folks leave campus en masse and travel to some cheesy campground or other such "resort" for two nights and three days of intensive training and bonding for the following year.

I have always hated these adventures. There's always a lot of touchy-feely activity that frankly gags me thinking about it. I have, in the past, always had a miserable time.

This year looked no different. We all amassed at some god-forsaken camp that the Health Department might be really interested in, and were given bunk assignments in an acre of cabins. I was bunked with other members of the staff of my building and for some reason, there was room for one extra person and it was filled by a guy from another community that I didn't know.

I could tell, as we all unpacked and goofed around, that he was very uncomfortable being with a group of people who knew each other well and didn't know him, so I went up and introduced myself to him. Standing close to him, I got a good look at him and realized, much to my pleasure, that he was quite attractive. Jason was about five ten, was slight in build, and had long flowing auburn hair that almost reached his waist in the back. It was perfectly straight, perfectly sparkling clean and blew gently in the wind. His face was smooth and clear. His smile was absolutely flawless, and his big manly hands felt good in mine as we shook hands. Jason was, in a word, a handsome boy!

I told him about some of the people on my staff and suggested we walk down to the "chow hall" and get a coke while we were waiting for the first session. As we walked, we talked about ourselves and our lives. Several minutes passed as we walked and enjoyed each other's company when Jason stopped and turned to me.

"Are you, by any chance, the Andrew that is Andrew, the gay RA?" he asked me.

"Yes, I am. I guess I have quite a reputation, don't I?"

"Well, if what I hear is true, you are a real voice for the gay community on campus, and represent yourself and your peers well when confronted with residents and staff that have questions and concerns about gay life."

"I'm flattered, Jason," I commented. "It has always been my hope to be open and free with information to foster growth of the gay/lesbian/bisexual community on campus."

"I think that's cool. I've always wanted to sit down with someone like you and find out about gay life."

"Well, there's no time like the present," I said.

We left the main path and headed off into the woods. Within 100 yards, we had found a clearing that was rather well protected from the rest of the woods. We sat on a fallen tree and began to talk. An hour later (missing the first session, of course), we were still sitting and still talking. I had told him about my varied experiences and about coming out, etc. The conversation was pleasant to say the least, as I enjoy talking to people about my homosexuality. As we talked, we inched closer together quite unconsciously until our knees touched.

The electricity that flowed from Jason's knee to mine was intense. I stopped talking and looked right into