Once Dirk had left the room, I took a couple more deep breaths to calm myself. Not only had he touched me, but I'd cried in his arms. About Jessica, no less!

I wonder what she would say if she'd seen that? Would she be angry at me for being attracted to Dirk the way I was? Or would she want me to move on and be happy?

Thinking back on my life with her, I knew she would want me to be happy. So, I would persue something with Dirk. And I will not feel any guilt about it. As John and I promised yesterday.

What happens in Houston stays in Houston. With a smile on my face, I touched the same spot Dirk had not moments ago. The hookah had made me slightly dizzy, but now my head was reeling.

He was everything I'd pictured in my mind and more. His lip and ears were pierced, and a hint of a tattoo peeked out of the collar of his shirt when he leaned forward. I bet he had more piercings, too.

And what I wouldn't give to trace his tattoos with my tongue while I fuck him and - okay, go away excitement! I stand up and head to the guest room, grabbing a comb and dragging it through my hair, trying to take my thoughts off of him.

I'd just calmed down where there was a light knock on the door. "Yes?" I asked, putting the comb back into my bag as the door opened.

"Hey Dad." John poked his head into the room before coming in. "Dave says to change into something dark unless you want to stain your shirt.

I blink but nod and go through my bag, pulling out one of my more casual button up shirts and put it on, leaving my tie off as I button the shirt almost all the way up.

Leaving a few buttons undone in this heat seemed logical. I folded my sleeves up to my elbows and looked to my son, who was staring at me again. "Are you okay?" I asked, looking at him.

"Yeah. You just look a lot different like that. Younger, I guess." He says and smiles at me. "By the way, I think Bro likes you." He says and turns out of the room. I stand there in shock at what he said.

He has no idea that I am homosexual. The only woman I ever loved was his mother, but I had no physical attraction for her. That alone made me feel awful every time I thought about it!

But for him to say that just made me feel like an awkward teenager going on a first date all over again! When I walk out into the living room, I don't fully understand what I am met with.