Lang climbed up on the bed and mounted him. He kissed the back of Dexter’s
neck and said, “You are absolutely the most beautiful young man I’ve ever known.” Then
he pressed the tip of his penis into Dexter’s anus and plunged all the way to the bottom.
Then Lang fucked Dexter so hard he came for the first time in his entire life
without touching his penis. And when Dexter opened his eyes the next morning, he was
still on his stomach and Lang was still on top of him. But more than that, Lang’s dick was inside his body again. The lips of Dexter’s opening were clamped around the shaft. He
smiled and said, “I like waking up like this. You feel so huge. Did you sleep well?”
Lang laughed. “Ghosts don’t sleep, Dexter. I was here with you all night, but I
didn’t sleep.”
“What did you do all night?” he asked. “You must have been bored out of your
mind.” Dexter would never forget that night. They’d fucked for hours, then he’d fallen
asleep in Lang’s arms.
Lang reached down for a handful of Dexter’s ass and said, “It’s not like that.
Time means nothing to me. That’s not a bad thing.”
Dexter lifted his head and looked at the clock. It was almost seven and he knew
Brighton would be up soon. She’d be looking for him. He took a deep breath and said, “I
have to get up and get dressed. Brighton will be knocking on the door, and I have to have
a talk with Marion. I have to explain this TV show I’m doing here at Keel Cottage.”
Lang frowned. “I’m not happy about this TV show, but I know why you’re doing
it, Dexter. I heard you talking to Michael. The man should be horse-whipped for losing
all your money. In my day he would have walked the plank. I just wish there were some
other way for you to make money.”
Dexter adjusted his legs. Lang’s erection inside his body was making his balls
tingle. “Believe me, I’m not looking forward to having Keel Cottage turned into a three
ring circus, but I’ll have to sell the house if I don’t make money within the next year. I
don’t know what else to do.”
“We can talk about it later,” Lang said. “Right now I want to do something else to
you.” His pelvis began to move, and he licked the back of Dexter’s neck and moaned. Dexter bent his legs at the knee and closed his eyes. The bed began to rock and
his erection rubbed against the white sheets. He hadn’t had this much sex with anyone
since the first week he’d met Michael years earlier. But Lang was better in bed than
Michael. His dick was bigger and thicker. And thanks to all his past experiences when he
was alive, he knew exactly what to do with it.
Fifteen minutes later, they climaxed together. This was the third time Lang had
fucked him and Dexter was curious about something. So when Lang pulled out of his
body and stood next to the bed, Dexter asked, “When you climax, do you actually
come?” He knew something entered his body, but he was dry by the time he went into the
shower.
Captain Lang ran his palm through his dark, wavy hair and said, “It’s complicated
to explain. But yes, I do come. I experience an orgasm similar to yours, and there is a
release similar to yours.”
Dexter tilted his head and twisted his lips. He didn’t understand. “But I’m always
dry when it’s over.” Dexter had always been the bottom guy—he knew who he was. And
Michael had always been the top guy. With Michael, Dexter had never used condoms
because they’d been monogamous (there was no sex by the time Michael started cheating
on him with the nineteen-year-old), and he’d never been dry after sex.
Dexter laughed. “That’s because it all disappears. It’s not supposed to be real. I’m
not supposed to be real. Yet I am real, and I do orgasm with real come.”
Dexter kneeled on the bed and put his arms around Lang’s wide shoulders. “But
you are real. I can feel you now. I don’t understand.” Lang lowered his arms and placed his palms on Dexter’s firm buttocks. He
squeezed and said. “I told you it was complicated. When I’m with you, I am real. But
when I’m not with you I don’t exist anymore. I’m the real thing, but only in your eyes.
You make me real.” Then he pressed his middle finger to Dexter’s anus and said, “It’s
like when two people fall in love and come together as one. They look at each other and
each believes he is with the most wonderful, beautiful person in the world. To everyone
else in the world he could be grotesque and ugly. But what they see is all that matters.
The lovers are both magnificent. And that’s the magical part.”
Dexter still didn’t fully understand, and he didn’t have time to ask any more
questions. “I wish I could stay in bed with you all day, but I have to get dressed. Will you
be here later?” Lang’s finger was now inside his body. Dexter spread his legs and backed
into Lang’s hand.
Lang kissed the top of his head. “I’ll be here for a while, Dexter.”
Dexter licked Lang’s beard and started to ride his finger. “You’ve turned me into
a sex maniac. I’ve never been like this with anyone. I feel like I can’t get enough of you.”
Lang inserted two more fingers and said, “I feel the same way about you, Dexter.
I just hope I haven’t made a huge mistake.”
Dexter didn’t hear his last sentence. His head was back, his mouth was open, and
his body was moving up and down.
Chapter Six
After Labor Day, Brighton went back to school and Dexter had his days to
himself again. He drove her to school each morning, kissed her goodbye, and went back
to Keel Cottage so he could spend the rest of the morning in bed with Captain Lang. He
told Marion he was working on a screenplay in the study next to his bedroom and he
didn’t want to be disturbed. But he was really working on what Captain Lang had
between his legs. And Captain Lang wasn’t shy about taking what he wanted from Dexter.
In the afternoons, Dexter went to the beach. He didn’t go out to the dunes
anymore and he didn’t strip for other men. Now that he had Captain Lang in his life, he
didn’t feel the need to show off his body. The only one he wanted to strip for was Captain
Lang. So he went to the beach at Herring Cove each day and sat in the sun alone. He
watched the ocean and enjoyed the last few weeks of warm weather. He knew from past
experience as a tourist in town that some of the best beach days in Provincetown were
after Labor Day. It was less crowded and there weren’t as many bugs.
Then one breezy afternoon in mid-September, Dexter tripped over a stack of
books that had been piled in the sand. He was on his way to an empty section of the
beach to set up his towel and he wasn’t watching where he was going. His right foot hit
the books; he lost his balance and fell down next to a man wearing bright red swim trunks.
The man had been lying flat on his back. He bolted forward and asked, “Are you okay?”
His voice was high-pitched and nasal. The stack of books was now strewn all over the
sand. Dexter lifted his head and smiled. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t looking where I
was going.” He got up on his knees and brushed sand off his naked chest. Dexter was
wearing black swim trunks, long ones that went down to his knees. He reached to his
right and gathered the books into a pile again.
The guy smiled and said, “I’ve seen you around town. My name is Elliot
Bransford.” He extended his arm to shake Dexter’s hand.
Dexter reached out and said, “I’m Dexter Moore. I just moved to Provincetown
this summer.” Elliot had a friendly round face, light brown hair, and small green eyes.
His nose twisted to the right and his chin had a deep cleft. There was a thick patch of
brown hair in the middle of his breastbone, and his short, muscular legs were covered
with more hair. He wasn’t fat, but he had love handles forming, a slight paunch, and the
beginning signs of middle-age man-breasts.
“It’s nice to meet you, Dexter,” Elliot said. “I’ve been living here year round for
the past five years. I moved up from New York and opened a shop after my lover of ten
years died. He had cancer, not AIDS.”
Dexter’s eyebrows went up and his head jerked back. Elliot’s voice sounded
defensive.
When he saw the surprised expression on Dexter’s face, Elliot lowered his head
and smiled. “I’m sorry,” he said. “That didn’t come out right. It’s just that when people
hear that a gay man in his thirties died, they automatically assume that it was AIDS. I
hate stereotypes. My partner had leukemia, and he suffered for a long time.” Then he
squared his shoulders and looked into Dexter’s eyes. Dexter shrugged his shoulders. “I understand,” he said. “Sorry to hear about your
partner. It must have been hard. I was with the same guy for ten years and he left me.” He
reached for his beach towel and asked, “Do you mind if I park here?”
Elliot patted the sand. “Have a seat,” he said. “I hate sitting on the beach alone. I
get bored.”
They sat together for the rest of the afternoon. Elliot told Dexter he owned a
men’s clothing store in the middle of town, on Commercial Street, called Naughty,
Trendy Bad Boiz. It was one of those shops that catered to young gay men with great
bodies and more attitude than money. It was stocked with expensive low-rise jeans,
trendy T-shirts, and funky designer shoes. Elliot said he rarely went to the beach during
the summer season, and he loved it when September rolled around and he had some free
time to just sit and relax. When Dexter told Elliot about his past and his famous role on
the TV sitcom, Elliot pressed his palm to his mouth and said he knew there was
something familiar about Dexter. But Elliot was more impressed by the fact that Dexter
had adopted a child and that he was raising her alone now. Elliot had always wanted a
child, but he’d always been apprehensive about going through with it.
When Dexter told Elliot that he was living in Keel Cottage, Elliot laughed and
said, “Ah well, you’re the guy who bought the haunted house. Everyone in town’s been
dying of curiosity about you. Provincetown is a very small town, and everyone knows
everything. From what I’ve heard, the previous owners left that house screaming.”
Dexter laughed. “Well, everyone in town will be disappointed to know I haven’t
seen any mean ghosts yet. Actually, I fall in love with the house more each day. I thought
the transition from Hollywood to Cape Cod would be hard. But it hasn’t been. I feel like I’ve lived in Keel Cottage all my life.” He wasn’t lying. There weren’t any mean ghosts,
just the attractive ghost of a sea captain who looked like Hugh Jackman and fucked like a
porn star.
“You don’t have to explain it to me,” Elliot said. “I don’t believe in ghosts. But
people love these urban legends.”
Dexter sighed. “Lately I’ve been wishing there was a mean ghost.”
“Why?”
“In two weeks there is going to be a film crew at my doorstep,” Dexter said.
“Hollywood is coming to Provincetown to shoot a reality show with me. I’m worried that
it’s going to be very dull. I haven’t worked in years, and I live with my daughter and a
housekeeper. Who on earth is going to want to watch a reality TV show like that?” He
didn’t mention he needed the money. He didn’t know Elliot well enough yet.
Elliot lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment. “You know,” he said. “I
have an idea that might help you and me both. Are you willing to get involved in some
community service work?”
Dexter shrugged. “I guess so.” He’d always been involved with charity events and
fundraisers in Hollywood.
“I’m the president of the Provincetown Retail Business Association,” Elliot said.
“We are a new association, just formed this year. And we’re preparing to go to battle with
the Provincetown Chamber of Commerce. For the past twenty years, the chamber of
commerce has been holding an event on Memorial Day. It’s a huge fundraiser, everyone
in town looks forward to it, and the proceeds all go to helping people with AIDS. But the
new president of the chamber just made a motion to cancel this event and hold a largescale art festival on Commercial Street instead. But it’s not really an art festival. It’s more
like an outdoor flea market for art vendors and crafters selling their wares. This means
Commercial Street will be closed that weekend, and other vendors from all over the
country will be out there in the middle of the street, selling their merchandise and
competing with the local retail shop owners.”
Dexter tilted his head to the right. “Couldn’t the town have both functions, but on
