Captain Lang sat up on the bed and said, “Very nice, indeed. I have to admit that I never
once saw a pirate that looked as good as you in my day, but I like it anyway.” Then he
patted his naked lap. “Come up here and sit down.”
Dexter put on his black mask and climbed up on the bed. He spread his legs and
straddled Captain Lang’s naked waist. Then he leaned forward and kissed Lang. He stuck
his tongue into Lang’s mouth and ran his fingers through Lang’s heavy beard. He only
kissed him for a moment. “I have to go downstairs. Brighton is waiting and I’m taking
her trick-or-treating all over town with Elliot and a few of her friends.”
“When you come back will you wear those boots again?” Lang asked. He was
running his large hands up and down Dexter’s thighs, squeezing the bottom of Dexter’s
ass whenever he reached the top of his thigh.
“I can wear them whenever you want,” Dexter said. “I’m not renting the costume.
I bought it.” He’d been hoping Captain Lang would get turned on by it, and he’d had a
funny feeling that Lang would especially like the boots. “Tonight, when I get back, I’ll
wear just the shirt and the boots. And you can lift the shirt up over my head very slowly,
Captain.”
“I’ll be here waiting.”
Dexter got up from the bed and went to the front door. The high heels clicked
against the hardwood floors. They weren’t chunky heels, but they weren’t stilettos either. They were in between, and slanted forward. “You’re not going out to frighten people on
Halloween?” he said. “I thought that’s what ghosts were supposed to do.”
Lang smiled and waved his arm. “Please. Do I look like an amateur?”
Dexter looked into his eyes and said, “There is nothing, absolutely
nothing
,
amateur about you, Captain Lang.”
Then he went downstairs so he could take Brighton trick-or-treating. She was
already out on the front porch with a few of her friends. Since Dexter and Elliot were
wearing costumes that night, they had volunteered to escort a few of Brighton’s friends
around town. The other parents were thrilled. A lot of the parents in town worked at night
in restaurants and their kids would have had to stay home if they hadn’t volunteered.
Kellan and Paige were on the front lawn because they were following everyone
into town to film the entire evening. They weren’t wearing costumes, but Elliot was
sitting on a wicker chair with his legs crossed at the knee. He was wearing a campy
version of a Marilyn Monroe costume he’d rented in town from a drag shop. When
Dexter saw him, he couldn’t stop laughing. The red lipstick was smudged; his fake
breasts were crooked. Elliot hadn’t even bothered to shave his legs, and he was wearing
those awful low-heeled pumps old ladies wore. They were a size too small. His huge,
wide feet were bursting from the sides.
They organized the kids and walked up Commercial Street, from the west end of
town all the way to the east end. The kids walked up to houses, filled their bags with
candy, and Elliot complained about his tight high heels along the way. At one point,
while Elliot and Dexter were waiting for the kids at the end of someone’s front walk, a
group of good-looking gay men walked by and whistled at Dexter. They stared at his legs and hooted. One very brazen guy with five o’clock shadow pointed and said, “Hot ass,
man. Very nice.” Dexter looked down at the gate and smiled. He was flattered, but he
didn’t make eye contact with them. When they were gone, he looked at Kellan and asked,
“Do you think we can cut that shot out of the show?” If he’d been alone, he wouldn’t
have minded the guys making comments about his ass. But he didn’t want the entire
country to see that a group of young guys had been hot for his ass. And he didn’t want
Brighton to see it when it aired on TV.
Kellan smiled and he looked at Paige. “Jesse would kill us,” Kellan said. “He
loves things like that. But I’ll take care of it for you, Mr. Moore. Don’t worry. We’ll get
rid of it.”
“Thanks, Kellan,” Dexter said. “I appreciate it.” He’d established a mutual trust
with Kellan and Paige. He knew they wouldn’t do anything tasteless.
On the way home, they walked down Bradford Street so the kids could stop at
different homes and fill their bags with more candy. By the time Dexter reached Keel
Cottage, after walking the other kids home first and walking Elliot to his place, his legs
were aching. The high-heeled boots weren’t uncomfortable, but he wasn’t used to
walking like that. His calves were sore and his shins were pinched.
Brighton wanted to stay up longer and go through her candy bag. It wasn’t full; a
lot of grumpy people had turned out their lights and locked their gates that night. But
Dexter kissed her goodnight and walked her up to her room, where Marion was waiting
to help her get ready for bed. He didn’t want her eating too much candy in one sitting.
He also told her he wanted Marion to go through the bag first to make sure all the candy was safe. Coming from Hollywood, he never took anything for granted, and he wasn’t
about to let Brighton eat candy from strangers unless he knew it was totally safe.
When Brighton was in her room, he walked Cleo in the front yard, then went
back to his own room. He opened the door and saw Captain Lang sitting in a wing chair
by the fireplace. He smiled at Lang and locked the door.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Lang said. He was wearing his dark sea captain’s
uniform again.
Dexter smiled and crossed to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” he said. “I want
to freshen up.”
While he was in the bathroom, he removed the black wig and brushed his teeth.
Then he pulled off the high-heeled boots, the tight black pants, and the wide black belt.
The white sleeveless shirt dropped and the hem rested at the top of his thighs. He reached
for the black boots and stepped back into them with his bare feet.
When he walked into the bedroom again, Captain Lang was still sitting in the
chair. Dexter crossed the room slowly. The high heels clicked on the floor and Captain
Lang uncrossed his legs and adjusted his crotch. Dexter walked to the windows and
leaned forward to open the one in the center of the turret. When he leaned his body
forward, he lifted his right leg and rested his knee on the window seat. The back of the
white shirt rose up and exposed the lower part of his tanned, naked ass. He knew what he
was doing; he knew Lang was watching. So he spread his legs, arched his back, and
lingered in front of the window.
Less than a second later, he heard Captain Lang get up from the chair and come to
the window. When he was standing behind Dexter, Lang lowered his arms. He rested his palms on the bottom of Dexter’s ass and sighed. Then his thick fingers went up, under the
white shirt, and stopped at the small of Dexter’s back.
Lang massaged Dexter’s back for a minute, and then he pushed the white shirt up
above Dexter’s waist and said, “You look very good in those boots. I like them.” He took
a deep breath and ran the side of his hand up and down the crack of Dexter’s ass.
Dexter’s eyes were closed by then. He was still leaning into the window frame
and his legs were still apart. But now his heart was beating faster, and his penis had
grown into a full erection. He took a deep breath and said, “Your hands feel good.
They’re strong and firm. When you touch me, my stomach moves and my heart feels like
it’s ready to jump out of my chest.”
“You have soft skin,” Captain Lang said. He was squeezing Dexter’s hips now.
The tips of his fingers pressed hard and he pulled Dexter’s ass into his black pants. “You
make me feel as if I’m alive again.”
Lang never paid Dexter exaggerated, insincere compliments like some of the men
Dexter had known. His words were always simple and honest.
Dexter closed his eyes. He moaned and wiggled his hips a few times. When he
was having sex with Captain Lang, they usually talked. But it wasn’t dirty, raunchy talk.
It was talk about their strong emotions, and how they felt about what they were both
experiencing. Dexter had never been with a man who talked this way. Michael had been
into dirty talk during sex, but he’d never talked about his feelings. As far as Dexter was
concerned, dirty talk was okay—sometimes. But nothing compared to talking about true
love and emotion while making love. A minute later, Captain Lang removed his right hand from Dexter’s ass. He pulled
down his zipper and pulled out his dick, and when he inserted the tip into Dexter’s
opening, Dexter arched his back higher and sucked in his bottom lip. “Yes. Go in as deep
as you can.”
Captain Lang pushed the white shirt up to Dexter’s shoulders and adjusted his
legs. When Lang had established a firm stance, he pounded into Dexter’s small hole with
one quick thrust. Dexter’s eyes rolled back and his mouth opened wide. Instead of what
would normally have been initial pain, this sent shivers through his body. When Lang
was inside as far as he could go, Dexter felt the fabric of Lang’s heavy slacks rub against
his soft, bare ass. Dexter leaned forward, pressed his palms on the window seat, and said,
“Ah, yes. I could remain this way forever. In this exact position.”
But Captain Lang had other plans. He slapped Dexter’s ass hard and started
bucking his hips. He moved slowly, sliding his dick almost all the way out, then ramming
into Dexter’s body. He rammed so hard that Dexter had to grab the cushion on the
window seat to keep his balance.
By the time they were both ready to climax, Dexter’s legs were spread so far apart
it felt like Captain Lang was splitting him in half. But Dexter didn’t want him to stop; the
more the muscles in his legs tightened, the closer he came to climax. A drop of saliva fell
from Dexter’s lips. He whispered, “More, don’t stop. I’m almost there and I’m not even
touching myself.”
When they climaxed this time, Dexter’s whole body clenched. The orgasm began
at the lips of his anus, spread through the inside of his lower half, and ignited every
muscle he had. When Dexter’s penis finally exploded, the muscles in the backs of his thighs jumped and vibrated. His nipples stiffened and his pectorals pulsed with
satisfaction. His entire body went into a grand, outrageous orgasm. It was so intense he
actually had to concentrate on his thigh muscles. They started to jerk and convulse on
their own. And if he hadn’t concentrated hard, he would have lost his balance in the high
heeled boots.
During all this, Captain Lang dumped another temporary load into Dexter’s body.
He grunted a few times, gave Dexter a couple of hard bangs in the ass, and whispered,
“So sweet.” Then he sighed and said, “Are you okay, Dexter?”
Dexter was still trying to catch his breath. The white shirt was bunched up in his
face. He cleared his throat and said, “I’m good. I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.
I didn’t even touch my dick.” He knew his leg muscles were overworked and sore from
walking through town in the high-heeled boots all evening, and that was why they were
so sensitive to the orgasm. But he also knew Captain Lang had something to do with the
orgasm he’d experienced, too. So he smiled and said, “I’ve never felt this way with
another man. I’m falling in love with you, Captain.”
Captain Lang stopped fucking him. But he didn’t pull out. He was silent for a
moment, then he said, “You can’t fall in love with me. I’m a ghost. We are part of two
different worlds, Dexter.”
Dexter shook his head. He lifted his foot, rubbed the high heel against Captain
Lang’s leg, and said, “But you’re not a ghost to me. You’re a strong, wonderful man. I’ve
been falling in love with you since the first day I saw your painting over the fireplace.”
Captain Lang sighed. He stepped back and his dick slipped out of Dexter’s body.
When he reached down to help Dexter stand up, the white shirt fell down. Lang put his hand up the shirt and grabbed Dexter’s ass, then smiled and kissed him on the lips. He
whispered, “I want you to go to bed now and get some sleep. You have to get up very
early and drive Brighton and Marion to Boston tomorrow.”
Dexter fell into his body; he rested his cheek on Lang’s chest. When he wrapped
his arms around Lang’s wide shoulders, he took a deep breath and sighed. And while
Lang continued to play with his ass, he said, “I want to fall asleep in your arms again.
And I can’t wait for this weekend. We’ll have the whole house to ourselves for the first
