time.”
Chapter Twelve
In the morning, Dexter woke up in Captain Lang’s arms. He wasn’t wearing the
white pirate shirt anymore. But he’d been so tired after sex with Lang, he’d fallen asleep
in the high-heeled boots. He rubbed his eyes and said, “I feel so trashy, sleeping naked in
these kink-ass boots.”
Captain Lang was lying on his back. “There’s nothing trashy about you, Dexter.
You’re a gentleman, with a good, gentle heart.” His eyes were open; one arm was around
Dexter’s shoulders and one hand was on Dexter’s naked ass.
Dexter opened his eyes and kissed him on the cheek. Lang’s beard brushed
against his lips and his penis started to grow. He lifted his right leg and stretched it over
Lang’s thighs. But when he reached down to wrap his fingers around Captain Lang’s
growing erection, he heard Brighton shout. “Are you up, Dad? We’re going downstairs
for breakfast. We’re all packed and ready to leave.”
Dexter sat up. He shook his head and smiled. “I’ll be down in a few minutes,
sweetie,” he shouted to the locked door. “I have to take a quick shower.” He knew she
was standing outside the door and it made him uncomfortable. He pulled the covers up to
his waist. His erection started to shrink and he felt paranoid about the door. He knew he’d
locked it. And he knew that if she’d walked inside she’d only see him lying there. He had
never before brought a man home to his bed with Brighton in the house, but Captain
Lang was a ghost, after all. Lang slapped his ass and said, “You’d better get moving. She needs you. And
while you’re showering, I think I’ll go down to the kitchen and have some fun with
Marion.”
Dexter sat up and pulled off the boots, then got out of bed and headed to the
bathroom. “Don’t be too hard on her,” he said. “Without Marion here, I don’t know what
I’d do.”
Lang waved his arm and laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous. Marion loves it when I
play with her. I can tell. She waits for it.”
A half hour later, Dexter went downstairs in a white polo shirt and a pair of faded
jeans. His hair was still damp and his face was still moist from the hot shower. When he
walked into the kitchen, Marion was buttering toast and Brighton was sitting at the
kitchen table. Cleo was sitting at Brighton’s feet, waiting for her to drop food from the
table by accident. It was still early. Kellan and Paige hadn’t arrived to start shooting yet.
Marion looked up from the butter dish and frowned. She pointed the butter knife
at Dexter and said, “I hope you’ll be okay here all alone, Mr. Moore. Strange things have
been happening again this morning.” She pointed the butter knife at the last cabinet on
the right. “I keep shutting that door, and it keeps opening up on its own the minute I turn
my back. And I saw the butter dish move across the counter all by itself a few minutes
ago.”
Captain Lang stood next to Marion, waving at her from the side. The tips of his
fingers almost touched her earlobe. Dexter smiled and said, “I’ll be fine, Marion. I’m sure
there’s a logical explanation for everything. Besides, the crew will be following me
around during the day. So I’ll only be home alone at night.” He looked into Lang’s eyes. “And, to be honest, I’ve never felt safer living anywhere in my life. So if there is a ghost
in this house, it’s a good one and I think he’s here to protect us.”
Captain Lang folded his arms across his chest and smiled. “I’d never let anything
happen to any of you,” he said. “You’ll always be safe and happy living in this house. I’ll
make sure of it.”
Dexter forgot the others. He smiled at Lang and said, “I know you will. And I
know how much you care.”
Marion thought he was talking to her. “I do care, Mr. Moore. And for once I’m
glad that annoying film crew will be here with you all weekend. Kellan is a skinny thing,
and Paige doesn’t say much. But at least you won’t be all alone.”
After breakfast, Dexter backed the car out of the garage and drove them to Boston.
Kellan and Paige had arrived by then and they followed Dexter to the airport in their
SUV so they could film Dexter’s entire day. He waited for Marion and Brighton to board
the plane. He told Marion to phone him the minute they arrived in Los Angeles. They had
a ten o’clock flight, so he knew they’d arrive sometime between four or five his time. He
stood in the window and watched the plane take off, then called Michael in Hollywood
and told him they’d just left. He knew Michael would be there on time to pick them up,
but he wanted Michael to know they were in the air and on their way.
After that, he drove into Boston and did some shopping. He had a whole day with
a film crew and he wanted to kill time. Kellan and Paige followed. Dexter didn’t know
Boston very well, so he didn’t venture far. He stuck close to Charles Street at the foot of
Beacon Hill. He walked everywhere, browsing and window shopping. He didn’t buy
much because he didn’t see anything he couldn’t buy back in Provincetown, and he believed in supporting his local businesses. Besides, he felt awkward walking in and out
of shops with Kellan and Paige in tow.
By the time he was back in the car and at the bottom of the Cape, it was nearly
five o’clock in the afternoon. He’d forgotten how heavy traffic was on the Cape on
Friday afternoons; he should have left Boston sooner. While he was sitting in traffic, his
cell phone rang. Marion and Brighton had arrived in L.A. safely. He sighed with relief
and said he’d call in the morning to check in on them. Marion told him not to worry and
that everything was fine.
Kellan and Paige had stopped filming him after he’d finishing walking around in
Boston. They told Dexter they were going back to their hotel early because Jesse Barlow
was flying in from Hollywood for a few days and they knew he’d want to go over what
they’d been filming while he’d been gone.
It took almost three hours to get from the Sagamore Bridge to his driveway in
Provincetown. When he pulled into the garage, it was after eight o’clock. He took a deep
breath and sighed. The only thing he wanted to do was go inside, take off all his clothes,
and wrap his legs around Captain Lang’s body. He didn’t care about food; he’d eat in the
morning.
Captain Lang and Cleo were waiting for him at the front door. “Where on Earth
were you?” Lang asked.
Dexter kissed him on the cheek. “I did some shopping, then I got caught in traffic.
I have to take care of Cleo first, and then I’ll come upstairs.” Captain Lang reached down and grabbed his ass. He squeezed it and said, “I’ll go
up and wait for you.” He didn’t climb the staircase. He walked through the hallway wall
and disappeared.
Cleo was barking and running around in circles by then. This was the first time
Cleo had been away from Brighton and Marion in a long time and he didn’t understand
why they weren’t with Dexter. The little dog rubbed his head up and down on Dexter’s
leg, then jumped up, rested his front paws in the windowsill, and looked back and forth to
see if Brighton was coming up the front walk. When he didn’t see anything, he looked
back at Dexter and whimpered.
Dexter bent down and patted his head. “C’mon, boy,” he said. “I’ll make your
dinner and take you out for a long walk.” He didn’t have to take Cleo outside right away.
There was a tiny doggie door at the bottom of the back door in the kitchen that led to a
small fenced-in area of the back yard. When they were away for a long time, Cleo always
had plenty of water and the freedom to go outside whenever he wanted. But he wanted to
give Cleo some attention. He’d been home alone all day.
After he fed Cleo, he went upstairs to his bedroom and Cleo went to Brighton’s
bedroom, where Dexter knew the dog would wait all weekend. Dexter opened the door
and found Captain Lang waiting for him on the bed. He was naked and he was rubbing
the bottom of his dick with the back of his right hand. He smiled at Dexter and said, “Put
the boots on again.”
Dexter rolled his eyes. “Did I hear the word
please?”
Lang waved his dick at Dexter, lifted his right eyebrow, and said, “Please.” Without closing the bedroom door, Dexter removed all his clothes and pulled the
boots out from under the bed where he’d left them earlier that day. He knew for sure this
time that he was alone with Captain Lang, and he wasn’t worried about the open door.
When he was naked and the boots were on his feet, he climbed onto the mattress
at the foot of the bed and pressed his palms on Captain Lang’s strong thighs. His legs
were spread, his back was arched, and his ass up higher than his head. “Close your eyes,”
he said, then lowered his head and began to lick Lang’s thighs.
Lang rested his head on the pillow and folded his hands at the base of his neck.
When Dexter’s tongue reached his balls, his body jerked a few times. Dexter opened his
mouth and sucked Lang’s right testicle past his lips. He sucked with gentle pressure until
it was saturated with his saliva. Then the right testicle slipped from his mouth and he
started working on the left one. Lang grabbed his own erection with his right hand. He
bent his legs at the knee and spread them wider. Dexter released the left testicle. It
dropped from his mouth and rested on his bottom lip for a second, and when it finally fell
out, he opened his mouth and sucked both balls inside. His cheeks puffed and his lips
stuck out. He pressed his tongue beneath Lang’s balls and sucked until his lips were
swollen and red.
When he stopped sucking Lang’s balls and lifted his head. Lang smacked the side
of his face with his dick and said, “Don’t forget about this.”
Dexter smiled. He stuck out his tongue and licked the entire shaft from bottom to
top. Then he wrapped his lips around the head of Lang’s dick and lowered his face until
he could feel Lang’s rough pubic hair on his nose. He sucked him off this way until Lang grabbed the back of his head and said, “Sit
on it now. But don’t face me. Face the fireplace and put your back toward me. I want to
see how it looks going in and out of your body.”
Dexter kissed the tip of Lang’s dick and smiled. Then he got up on his knees,
turned around on the bed, and straddled Lang’s body. His ass was facing Lang now; the
high-heeled boots were up against Lang’s legs. When Lang grabbed the six-inch heels
and lifted Dexter’s feet higher, Dexter pointed Lang’s dick to his hole and sat down on it.
It slipped all the way into Dexter’s body until the bottom of Dexter’s soft ass was pressed
against Lang’s pelvis. Dexter closed his eyes and lifted his arms in the air as if he were
hanging from a trapeze. Lang gripped the heels and said, “I want to watch it slide in and
out of your body, Dexter. You look good with me inside you.”
Dexter took a deep breath and sighed. He lowered his arms and cupped his own
chest muscles in his hands. He heard Cleo barking downstairs, which was unusual. Cleo
wasn’t an annoying dog that barked for nothing. But he pretended he didn’t hear the
barking and closed his eyes. He sucked in his bottom lip and started rocking his hips back
and forth. He wanted to feel every inch of Captain Lang’s penis, and he wanted Lang to
watch his ass while it rocked inside his body.
Dexter hadn’t been in this position for a while and he liked it. When his ass
stopped going in circles, he squeezed his chest harder and started to ride Lang’s dick. His
nipples were hard; the lips of his anus rubbed against Lang’s shaft. But when he started to
ride faster, he heard someone sigh outside his bedroom door.
Dexter stopped moving. He looked to the right and saw Jesse Barlow standing in
the doorway. Jesse’s pants were unzipped and his semi-erect dick was in the palm of his right hand. Dexter’s eyes widened and he shouted, “What are you doing, Jesse?” Anyone
else would have walked away without being noticed. But Jesse Barlow wasn’t shy about
getting what he wanted.
“This is outrageous,” said Captain Lang. His dick was still inside Dexter, but he
stopped moving.
Dexter looked back at Lang and said, “Can he see this?”
“Just you,” Lang said. “He can’t see me. He thinks you’re having fun all alone.”
Jesse stepped forward and crossed to the end of the bed. His eyes were glazed and
his brows were pointing down. His dick was now fully erect and he was still holding it. It
wasn’t long, but it was wider than most. Jesse leaned back and said, “I can see everything,