If you've never sung in a college choir, you will have little to go on to imagine all of what I am about to tell you, but bear with me. It'll be worth your while, I assure you!

I have sung in our university's choir for three years now and have finally become not only the Section Leader for the Tenors, but the Stage Manager as well. As such, I am responsible for transporting the orchestra's equipment and instruments as well as our own when we go on tour.

This particular year that I am writing about, we were given the opportunity of a lifetime: a huge tour covering many states with six television appearances as we traveled around. We had our own representative from our state's public television network documenting all aspects of our trip, and we found the attention he and his crew gave us a real trip. Of course we were stifled into our best behaviors at times, but it was OK knowing that a television special was being made about us in the process.

Our tour took us to several large cities with many stops in small towns in between. The choir rode on one bus and the orchestra rode on the other. The two directors drove in a car leading the pack, and I, as Stage Manager rode in a 15 passenger van with the equipment. I had a hard time at first keeping up with the busses, but they learned to watch for me and we had a wonderful time.

At each location, we would be housed either in college dorm rooms (if we were singing on a campus) and in alumni homes if we were singing in churches or places like that. I had chosen a guy named Rob to ride in the van with me, not really because he was good looking or anything, but because I knew the long driving hours could be taken care of quickly with his witty conversations.

The first several days went uneventfully, the camera crew doing its job and we doing ours. On about the fourth day, the conversation in the van finally turned to sex (it had to sooner or later-- you know me!) and I discovered that though Rob was straight as an arrow with a girlfriend in the Soprano section, he was very curious about gay sex and the gay lifestyle in general. I found great pleasure leisurely describing my life to him and what adventures I had experienced to that point, and he hung on every word with utter fascination.

At one point, the cameraman asked to ride with us as his van was quite cramped and we let him ride in the back. The discussion of sex continued and I was quite aroused to find that this hunky man was gay and looking for some action.

We arrived at our stop for the night, a small provincial town near a big southern city and were given our housing assignments. I was quite surprised to find that Rob, the Cameraman and I had been sent to a hotel when alumni housing ran short. We agreed to share a room to save the school some money, and settled into our HoJo room with no trouble. It had been decided that it would be logical for Stuart, the cameraman and I to sleep in one bed and let Rob have the other to himself.

We went to dinner and came back and lay on the two beds watching