his underwear to gain TV ratings. And the last thing Dexter wanted was to be the
chairman of this committee, but the camera was on and he couldn’t refuse. He’d never
been very political. All he’d ever wanted was a quiet, private life, and now here he was,
caught in the middle of a political explosion in the town where he thought he’d be able to
find the privacy he’d always craved.
By the time he got home that night, it was almost eleven o’clock. He knew
Brighton was in bed sleeping, and Marion was probably in her own room watching
television. He got out of the car and looked up at the house. He heard a whistle and
looked up higher. The moon was full and he could see all the way up to the widow’s walk.
Captain Lang was standing there, naked, smiling down at him. Dexter laughed and shook
his head, then closed the car door and ran all the way up to the top of the house. He
couldn’t wait to put his arms around Lang’s strong shoulders. And he couldn’t wait to
take his clothes off outside.
On the first floor, he patted Cleo’s head. Cleo had heard his car pull into the
driveway and he’d run to the front door to greet him. He removed his shoes on the second
floor so no one would hear him running through the hall. When he reached the top floor
and unlocked the door that led up to the widow’s walk, he stepped into the stairwell,
locked the door behind him, and ran up the stairs to meet Captain Lang. Lang was stretched out on a long, double-wide lounge chair that Dexter had
placed up there so he could sit and watch the ocean. Lang’s hairy legs were spread wide
and his semi-erect penis was resting on his left thigh. He smiled at Dexter and said,
“Where are all your TV people?”
Dexter leaned forward and rested his hands on his knees. He was breathing fast;
his chest rose and fell with each puff he took. “They are staying in a hotel down in
Hyannis,” he said. “Jesse thinks it’s best for them to keep a low profile in town while
they’re filming the show and they want to keep a distance.”
Lang spread his legs wider. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Dexter straightened up and said, “I see that.” He looked down between Captain
Lang’s legs and licked his lips, then removed his clothes as fast as he could.
When he was naked, he approached the lounge chair. He climbed up on Captain
Lang’s lap, put his arms around Lang’s shoulders, and rested the bottom of his ass on top
of Lang’s erection. This was his favorite position with Lang, and Lang didn’t seem to
mind the repetition. He wiggled his hips a few times to find a comfortable position, then
leaned forward and kissed Lang on the lips. “I wish you could have been there with me
tonight,” he said. “The speech went well, but the crowd was awful. These people want
blood. And I met these two creepy gay guys, Fred and Steve.”
Captain Lang grabbed both sides of his ass and squeezed. “I don’t want to discuss
the meeting,” he said. “I want you all to myself right now.”
Dexter licked his beard and smiled. “And I know what you want, Captain. And
I’m going to give it to you.” He sat up and reached back for Lang’s erection. He wrapped
his hand around the shaft and spread his legs wider. When the tip of Lang’s dick found Dexter’s opening, Dexter slowly lowered his body. Lang’s dick slipped into his hole with
ease; it went all the way to the deepest part of his body without the slightest hint of
discomfort. With a human man, Dexter would have needed lube with a dick this large.
But with Lang, lube wasn’t necessary. He knew it was supernatural, like the way Lang
could walk through walls without explanation, but he still didn’t fully understand it.
Captain Lang closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip. Dexter arched his back and
wiggled his hips with slow semi-circular movements. He kissed Lang on the lips and
asked, “How is this?”
“Ah,” Lang said. “It’s not bad at all. You’re very soft inside.” He pressed his
large hands to Dexter’s thighs and ran them up and down the tops of Dexter’s smooth,
tanned legs. He rubbed hard. His fingers were strong and solid.
“And you’re very hard, Captain,” Dexter said. He stuck out his tongue and licked
Lang’s bottom lip, then shoved his tongue all the way into Lang’s mouth and rolled it
around in circles.
While they sucked each other’s tongues, Dexter placed his own palms on top of
Lang’s hands and he started to ride Lang’s penis. His hips went up and down and the
lounge chair rocked against the wooden deck with soft, hollow clicks. Lang’s thick
erection slid in and out of his hole, and the friction it caused around the lips of Dexter’s
anus tightened around Lang’s shaft. He couldn’t get enough of Lang’s tongue; he
couldn’t get Lang’s dick into his body deeply enough.
At first, Dexter rode him with a slow, even rhythm. Lang guided his smooth hips
and remained still, with his tongue pressed to Dexter’s. But as the rhythm increased and Dexter started riding his dick faster, Lang’s eyes opened wide and he started slapping
Dexter’s ass with both hands. The faster Dexter rode, the harder Lang slapped.
A few minutes later, Captain Lang pulled his tongue out of Dexter’s mouth and
said, “I’m ready to come, Dexter.”
Dexter sat up higher and arched his back, but he didn’t break his rhythm once. He
grabbed his own penis and started jerking it. “Come inside me. I want to feel and
experience as much of you as I can.”
Lang came first. His head went back and his mouth opened wide. He wasn’t loud,
but he moaned and bucked his hips into Dexter’s ass with bangs so loud and so hard,
Dexter’s entire body began to vibrate with pre-orgasmic sensations.
A moment later, Dexter’s penis exploded all over Lang’s right shoulder. If Lang
hadn’t moved his head when he did, Dexter’s come would have landed on his lips.
When Captain Lang finally opened his eyes again, Dexter was still rocking back
and forth on his dick. Lang tilted his head sideways and lowered his eyes to his shoulder.
He looked at the mess Dexter had made and he said, “Are you going to do that thing I
like to watch you do?”
Dexter smiled and licked his lips. He knew what Lang wanted him to do. So he
lowered his head to Lang’s shoulder and licked his own come. He stuck his tongue all the
way out and licked with long, slow laps until Lang’s shoulder was clean. Captain Lang
pursed his lips and watched.
Then Dexter sat up. He was about to lower his right leg so he could climb off of
Lang’s dick, but Lang sat up and grabbed his neck. He pulled Dexter’s face to his and
shoved his tongue back into Dexter’s mouth. He kissed him for a long time; his chin moved up and down. When he stopped kissing and he pulled back, he smiled. “That was
nice. I can’t actually taste anything because I’m a ghost. But your tongue felt different
that time. It’s hard to explain. In the future, I’d like to try something I’ve never done
before. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”
“What’s that?” Dexter was curious.
“You’ll see,” Lang said. “I think you’ll like it, too. But I’m not telling you right
now.” Then he slapped Dexter’s ass so hard he scared a bird right out of a tree.
Chapter Ten
At their next regular meeting, the Board of Selectmen rescheduled another Special
Town Meeting for the Memorial Day issue in mid-November. This gave Dexter and the
rest of the Retail Association at least six weeks to get the word out to the community and
to prepare for battle against the chamber. Dexter knew Fred and the town chamber would
also be working hard to spread their information, and he knew the Retail Association
would have to work twice as hard to be taken seriously.
It also became one of the main focuses of the TV show. Jesse Barlow flew back
and forth from Los Angeles. Kellan and Paige were the ones putting it all together. But
Jesse knew a good thing when he saw it, so he used the Memorial Day issue to his
advantage. When he left town, he told Kellan and Paige to get as much about Dexter’s
fight to save the fundraiser as possible.
But the TV show wasn’t Dexter’s top priority. He was fighting to save the
traditional Memorial Day Weekend fundraiser because he’d come to believe in the issue
and he didn’t want to see an important fundraiser end for something as frivolous as an
arts festival. He also wanted to help the small retail businesses of Provincetown so they
wouldn’t be swallowed up in a counter-productive event that would jeopardize their
already small incomes.
Dexter created fliers and walked them door to door until his feet ached. He spent
long hours in his study with Elliot. They set up a blog, a Facebook page, and a Twitter
account about what they were doing. Most nights he couldn’t keep his eyes open, but he wanted Internet presence with this issue. There were a lot of younger people in town who
didn’t read newspapers anymore and Dexter figured he could catch their attention by
using more current methods of communication. He set up Google alerts to see if Fred and
the chamber were doing anything on the Internet. And every morning when he checked
the Google alerts, he found the chamber was completely ignoring the Internet. This didn’t
raise his eyebrows in the least. Though Fred talked a good game, Dexter knew he was an
amateur.
By the end of October, Michael called Dexter on a Monday night. He’d just read
about the new reality show that Dexter was doing and he was curious to here more. “Hey,
baby. Why didn’t you tell me about this gig?” He hadn’t called since they’d last seen him
on the Fourth of July. “Why did you keep it from me?” He was talking as if Dexter was
still his partner.
Dexter sighed. It was late and he was in his office with Captain Lang. Dexter had
just finished a blog post about saving the fundraiser and Lang was rubbing his shoulders.
He shrugged and said, “I haven’t told anyone except the people around me. I’m not too
thrilled about doing it in the first place. The only reason I did it is because I need the
money.” He wasn’t a mean person. He didn’t throw out the fact that Michael had lost all
their money. But he wanted Michael to know this wasn’t about having fun.
“You’re being much too kind to this idiot,” Captain Lang said. “Don’t tell him
how much money you’re making. Let him wonder. If he hadn’t been such an idiot, you
wouldn’t have to do this.”
Dexter looked up at Lang and said, “I’m not.”
“What?” Michael asked. “Are you alone?” He couldn’t hear Lang. Dexter shook his head. “Yes, I’m alone. I was just thinking aloud.” Then he gave
Lang a look and pressed his index finger to his lips. No one else could hear Lang, but
Dexter could barely keep his eyes open and he didn’t want to get confused.
“I was wondering about when I’m going to see Brighton next,” Michael said. “It’s
been a while, and I am her father, too.”
Dexter rolled his eyes. He wanted to maintain a good relationship with Michael
because Brighton adored him, and Brighton had been asking about Michael for weeks.
Dexter didn’t have a problem with her seeing Michael, but he didn’t want Michael
around while the reality show was being filmed. He knew Michael—he’d try to take over.
He’d walk into Keel Cottage as if he owned it and he’d start bossing everyone around. So
Dexter took a deep breath and said, “Brighton misses you. Why don’t I send her out to
Hollywood this weekend? Halloween is on a Thursday this year, which means she can go
out in her costume with her friends that night. On Friday I’ll drive Marion and Brighton
up to Boston. They can fly out and spend the whole weekend with you.”
Michael hesitated for a moment, then said, “Why don’t
you
come with her?” He
laughed in to the phone and said, “My dick is all healed now. I’ll take good care of you,
baby.”
Dexter frowned. “I’m under contract right now with the reality show. They are
following me around everywhere. I can’t get away.” His voice was steady, without
emotion. He still had feelings for Michael, but they weren’t sexual anymore.
“Let them follow you out here, to Hollywood,” he said. “I’ve seen that done many
times on reality shows.” Dexter rolled his eyes again. He didn’t want the entire country watching him fly
out to Hollywood to visit his ex-partner. It was too personal and it still made his stomach
turn to think he was single again after all those years of being in a relationship. Michael
had not been mentioned at all on the show, and Dexter wanted to keep it that way. “I just
can’t leave right now. I’m working on something important with a local retail association,