“No I haven’t” I said, very conscious of his hands on my bum.“Not even thought about it? Ever?”“Well yes, I have thought about it. Since I...was 17.” Again something came out of my mouth before I could stop it.“And you’ve never done anything about it? Never been to a gay bar or cruise club?”“No. Never”.“What about porn? You seem to like the photos.” I finished reattaching the curtain but stayed on the back of the couch. Dean started to massage his hands on my bum. Gently squeezing at the same. ”“Are you sure?”“Yes, I’m sure. Now go away and make an honest man of Francis.”Sue laughed. “Hey, who rang who here? You’re the one who reached out to me. Now you’re telling me to go away.”“Actually, you’re the one who rang me,” I teased her, unable to resist my trademark academic pedantry. “But I know what you mean, honey. Look, I’ll leave you guys in peace. I love you, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow.”“Love you too, baby. See you tomorrow.”As I ended the call I felt a million times better.. We would kiss eashother eventually...but nothing major since we both didn't have enough time...that's how my routine ended up like: Wake up, prepare breakfast, take him to school, go to college, go home, prepare lunch and then straigth to work...after that I'd pick him up at school and go home...almost always I had homework, I prepared dinner and usually I'd pass out on my desk...I was way busy and these hours...Aky thought he shouldn't disturb me so he would call Mark so they could. ===Ryan===Alone in Heather's presence, I could hardly contain myself. But when the bottle and glasses were empty, I said, "I guess I should be going. This was nice. I really do like you, you know."All Heather said was a horse-whispered, "Yes." She was staring at the empty bottle.I shocked myself by blurting, "Would it be OK if I kissed you?" Heather turned to me, lips parted. A deep kiss and heavy breathing ensued. And before long my hand wandered over her small firm breasts. She moaned softly.