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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,

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