We really do.”
Dexter looked over Fred’s shoulder and gave Elliot a look. Elliot smiled and
rolled his eyes.
When Dexter returned to Keel Cottage, the lights were blazing and Brighton and
Cleo were waiting for him at the front door. Kellan and Paige had followed him home. They knew Marion had prepared a cake and that everyone was either going to celebrate
his victory or mourn his loss, and they wanted to get it all on camera. Jesse was in L.A.
that week and he’d told Dexter he wanted a good part of the reality show to concentrate
on Dexter’s work in the community. And the ending was the most important part.
Marion had received a phone call from a friend and she already knew what had
happened at the meeting. She came into the front hall with a wet dish towel in her hands
and said, “Well done, Mr. Moore. Congratulations.”
Dexter smiled. “Thank you, Marion. It all worked out. But you’re right. Small
towns aren’t easy.”
She raised an eyebrow and nodded. “I warned you, Mr. Moore.”
Captain Lang appeared in the doorway of the living room. His hands were in his
pockets and his captain’s hat was tilted to one side. He smiled at Dexter and said, “I’m
glad you won, Dexter. I know how important this was to you. I felt your passion for these
people.”
Dexter couldn’t answer him in front of everyone else. But he looked into Lang’s
eyes and smiled. Everyone else had congratulated him and told him they were proud of
him. But Captain Lang had been the only one to say he was happy for him and that he’d
known how important it was to him. Lang knew his deepest feelings; no one else did.
Lang knew Dexter wasn’t thinking about victory. He knew Dexter was thinking about the
fact that the fundraiser hadn’t been canceled and that all the people who depended on it
wouldn’t be disappointed next year. Dexter wanted to run over and throw his arms
around Captain Lang’s shoulders. He wanted to thank him for being the only one who
understood why he’d been fighting so hard. Then Brighton pulled his arm and Cleo barked. “Let’s go have cake, Dad,” she
said. “Marion baked it especially for you.” She’d been allowed to stay up beyond her
normal bedtime because this was a special event.
Dexter held her hand and said, “I’ll be right in. You guys all go inside and wait
for me. I want to take Cleo out for a quick walk.”
When they were all gone, Dexter hooked Cleo’s leash to his collar and stepped
out on the porch. Captain Lang was already there waiting for him on the steps. “Why
aren’t you inside celebrating with everyone right now?”
Dexter shrugged. “I wanted to see you first,” he said. “I wish there were a way
you could celebrate with us. It’s not the same.” He walked down and leaned into Lang’s
side. Cleo was out on the front lawn exploring the shrubs with the end of his snout.
Lang put his arm around him and sighed. “I wish there were a way I could come
back to life and celebrate with everyone, too. But there isn’t, Dexter. Unfortunately,
what’s done is done, and you’ve become involved with something that might not be very
good for you.” He pointed to his chest and tapped his finger a few times.
Dexter’s eyebrows lowered and his face scrunched. He reached up, grabbed
Captain Lang’s chin, and tilted Lang’s face toward his. “Don’t you ever say that. You’ve
been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’ve never been happier in my life. I’ve
never been more in love with anyone. You’ve changed me. You’ve made me better, and
much stronger.”
Captain Lang sighed. Then he forced a smile and said. “You’d better get inside.
They’re waiting for you.” Dexter tugged on Cleo’s leash and pulled him to the steps. “I’ll see you later,” he
said. “I have a surprise for you.”
Captain Lang laughed. “I have one for you, too. I told you once that there was
something I’ve always wanted to do. Tonight I’m going to do it with
you
.”
“Now I’m curious,” Dexter said.
Lang smiled. “You’ll just have to wait.”
* * * *
A few hours later, Dexter went up to his room and locked the door. Captain Lang
was already there. He was sitting on a wing chair with his legs crossed and his chin in his
palm. When he saw Dexter walk into the room, he raised his head and smiled. He was
about to open his mouth to speak but Dexter lifted his arm and stopped him. “I’m going
into the bathroom. Wait for me in bed.” Then he went into the bathroom and closed the
door.
When Dexter came out of the bathroom, Captain Lang was in bed. The covers
were pulled up to his waist, his strong, square chest was naked, and one long leg was
hanging out of the cover on the right side. He looked at Dexter and smiled, then lifted his
right eyebrow and whistled back. “You look very nice,” he said. Then he reached under
the covers and grabbed his penis.
Dexter was wearing the same skimpy bathing suit he’d worn for the magazine
photos. Marion had washed it and thrown it into the clothes dryer. It was even tighter and
more revealing than it had been when it was brand new. It hugged Dexter’s genitals, and
the back pinched his buttocks and made his flesh bust from the seams. Dexter turned
sideways and slightly arched his back. He wasn’t posing like a cheesy runway model striking a contrived pose, but he wanted to make sure Lang saw how he looked in the
swim trunks before he jumped into bed. He lowered his head, smiled, and said, “I decided
to wear this tonight because it’s probably the last time I’ll ever wear it again.”
Captain Lang tilted his head and lowered his chin. “Why is this the last time
you’ll ever wear it?” His hand was still under the covers; he was staring at Dexter’s body
and rubbing his dick at the same time.
Dexter spread his legs and pinched his nipples. “Because you’re going to rip it
wide open in a few seconds.”
Then Dexter climbed up on the bed and straddled Lang’s body. He pulled the
covers down to Lang’s ankles and sat down on Lang’s erection. He rocked his hips back
and forth so the sheer fabric would rub against the bottom of Lang’s shaft. He leaned
forward and kissed Lang on the mouth for a long time. When he removed his tongue, he
whispered, “I love you so much. I didn’t know it was possible to love anyone this much.”
Captain Lang looked into his eyes. “And I you,” he said.
Dexter took Captain Lang’s hands in his own. He lifted them up and placed them
on both side of his buttocks. He smiled when Lang grabbed and squeezed his flesh. A
warm sensation passed through his entire body when Lang ran his large fingers beneath
the skimpy swim suit fabric. His heart raced and he had trouble catching his breath. He
could barely utter the words: “Rip it off my body.”
Captain Lang grabbed the sides of the swim suit. With one quick tug, the entire
back of the swimsuit split down the middle. He ripped it wide open and tore the seams on
both sides. The tattered fabric fell from Dexter’s body onto Lang’s hard pelvis. When
Dexter’s smooth, bare ass was exposed, he closed his eyes and took quick breaths. Captain Lang pulled the fabric out from beneath Dexter’s body and tossed it over
Dexter’s head. Lang found Dexter’s opening fast. He pressed the head of his dick to
Dexter’s tight hole and shoved it as far into Dexter’s body as it would go. Dexter’s penis
jumped and his nipples stiffened. Then, with Lang’s dick buried inside his body, Dexter
leaned forward and kissed Lang again. His eyes closed and small dots of white light
exploded. While he sucked Lang’s tongue, he rocked up and down on Lang’s huge cock.
He squeezed the lips of his opening and clamped down on Lang’s shaft. He didn’t even
realize he was moaning until Lang started bucking his own hips from below.
Lang rammed him so hard the bed rocked. They remained like this, kissing and
fucking at the same time, until Captain Lang’s long legs began to move. They didn’t
move fast, just back and forth a few times, and his feet rubbed against the sheets. Dexter
knew he was close to climax. So Dexter sat up and started jerking his own erection. And
a few minutes later, without saying a word, they both came together. Captain Lang
groaned and sat halfway up, depositing another load into Dexter’s body that would
eventually disappear. Dexter blasted all over Captain Lang’s chest.
While Dexter was catching his breath, Lang slapped his ass and said, “Clean my
chest now.”
Dexter took a deep breath and smiled. Lang’s penis was still deep in his body and
he was still experiencing orgasmic sensations. He knew what Lang wanted him to do, so
he leaned forward, stuck out his tongue and started licking his own come off Lang’s chest.
Lang moved his legs a few times and said, “Don’t swallow.”
Dexter looked up at him with a confused expression. He didn’t lift his head. His
tongue was still hanging from his mouth. “I don’t want you to swallow,” Lang said. “When my chest is clean I want you to
kiss me again…before you swallow. I’d like to see if I can taste you. I’ve never done this
with anyone else. I’d like to do it with you.”
Now he understood. He nodded yes and finished licking Lang’s chest clean.
When there wasn’t a drop of left, Dexter moved forward and kissed him. Lang
opened his mouth and stuck his tongue inside Dexter’s mouth. Then he pressed his
tongue against Dexter’s tongue and kissed him gently.
When Dexter finally sat up again, he looked down at Lang and asked, “Are you
okay?”
Captain Lang smiled and said, “I think I actually tasted you that time. And from
what I can remember about the human sense of taste, you are extremely sweet.”
Dexter readjusted his hips. One of the things he liked most about sex with Captain
Lang was that Lang always maintained a full erection after he came. “In the morning, we
can do it again.”
Chapter Fifteen
When filming for the reality show stopped in December, Dexter, Brighton, and
Marion were actually sorry to see Kellan and Paige go back to the West Coast. Marion
said they reminded her of the nice, quiet neighbors she’d had for twenty years. She’d
never gotten to know these neighbors, but when they finally moved away she was sorry
to see them go.
Jesse Barlow flew back to Provincetown to shoot a few final scenes and he told
Dexter he thought the show was going to be well received by the public. He smiled and
rocked on the balls of his feet. He kept thanking Dexter for trusting him and doing
everything he’d suggested.
When Jesse patted his back and told him he was a real professional, Dexter smiled.
He knew in his heart he hadn’t done the show for publicity or to boost his career. He’d
done it for money and he’d gotten lucky that Elliot had put him in the middle of the
Memorial Day controversy. Dexter didn’t mention this to Jesse, but also knew this was
probably the last time he’d ever do a television series again.
Dexter threw a small party the night before they left. Marion prepared a
wonderful dinner and Brighton was allowed to stay up later than usual. Elliot was invited
and Captain Lang stood in the background watching everyone with a small grin on his
face. Lang was happy to see them leave. He wanted to get to work on his book with
Dexter. Jesse had contacted Dexter’s agent in Hollywood with the name of his friend in
publishing. When the publisher heard that Dexter wanted to write a series of novels about Captain Lang’s adventures at sea, he couldn’t wait to offer Dexter a contract. But they
had to work fast. The publisher wanted the first book out at the same time the reality
show aired on national television.
The day after everyone left, Dexter and Captain Lang started the book. They spent
their days in the study off Dexter’s bedroom working. And at night, Dexter’s legs were
usually up in the air and dangling over Captain Lang’s shoulders. Dexter couldn’t get
enough of his penis. When his lips weren’t wrapped around the shaft and he wasn’t
smoking it, his legs were wide open and it was inside his body.
In record time, Dexter submitted the first book in the series, ahead of schedule.
This was plenty of time to get the book on the shelves when the reality show aired in the
summer. Dexter had a prescient feeling that writing these books was one of the most
important things he’d ever do. The publisher had paid him a nice advance and he knew
that the faster the books reached the public the sooner he’d start to receive an income.
Best of all, there was even talk of selling the film rights to a huge Hollywood film
