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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
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
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