said, “I don’t know you at all. I’ve only seen
your portrait, and heard all the ghost stories about you. And I had no idea you were gay.”
“I guess that’s true,” Captain Lang said. “How could you have known? When I
was alive, no one knew my sexual preference. I was considered a bachelor. But I do
know you well. I’ve been with you since the first day you removed your clothes in this
room. And you’re the most beautiful young man who has ever been in this house.” Then
he stepped toward the bed and rested his large hand on Dexter’s right knee.
Dexter felt his hand. It didn’t feel like the cold hand of a ghost. It was warm and
strong and it made Dexter’s balls tighten. “If you are a ghost, then why is it that I can see
you and feel you? I thought ghosts were transparent…on another wavelength or
frequency. I’m not psychic and I have no special abilities.” Captain Lang laughed. “Don’t believe all the nonsense you hear on television
from fake seers. I have no idea what wavelengths or frequencies are. The reason you can
see me and feel me is because I’m allowing you to see me and feel me. I could disappear
at any time, and I’d be invisible to you again and you wouldn’t be able to feel me.” Then
he sat down on the bed and slid his hand up the back of Dexter’s leg. When the tips of his
fingers reached the bottom of Dexter’s ass, he closed his eyes and sighed. “I’ve wanted to
do this since the first day I saw you…even before you undressed.”
Dexter’s heart began to race. “You’ve been watching me undress? You’ve seen
me masturbate?”
Lang nodded yes and continued to grope his ass.
Dexter lifted his leg so Lang wouldn’t stop. “Why didn’t you do this sooner?”
“You weren’t ready,” Lang said. “I wanted to give you time to get used to the
house and to get used to having me in the house. You knew, deep down, that I’ve been
here. I’ve been leaving you signs too obvious to ignore.”
If this was really happening, Dexter now had an explanation for all the peculiar
things that had been happening around the house. “Thank you for saving my daughter.
She could have been killed.”
Lang squeezed the back of Dexter’s thigh and said, “She’s a wonderful child, and
what the former owners did was wrong. I never liked them. That’s why I got rid of them.
The wife was a loud mouth, and the husband was her meek little toy. They never had sex,
and when he masturbated he watched young girls, children, on television. I wanted to
burn the house down the first time I saw it happen. They were repulsive people.” Dexter had never been more confused in his life. A ghost with morals? He still
thought he was losing his mind. But instead of pulling away from Captain Lang, he
spread his legs wider and moved forward on the bed. When he rested his head on the
pillow, Captain Lang’s hand went up the crack of his ass.
Maybe this was the ultimate jerk-off fantasy. He’d jerked off to the image of
Captain Lang’s portrait before, and now he was dreaming about Captain Lang sitting on
his bed, naked, feeling his ass. He looked into Captain Lang’s eyes and said, “Tell me
I’m dreaming all this and that I’m not going crazy. Tell me I’ll be fine.”
Captain Lang smiled. “You are fine, and you are safe. But you are not dreaming.
This is real.” Then he climbed on top of Dexter and put his strong arms around him. “I’d
like to make love to you now. But only if you want me to. If you’re not ready, I can wait
for as long as it takes, Dexter.”
Dexter’s head went back and he closed his eyes. He lifted his legs, bent them at
the knee, and arched his back in complete submission. Captain Lang’s beard was pressed
to his cheek by then, and he could feel Captain Lang’s solid erection poking the
your portrait, and heard all the ghost stories about you. And I had no idea you were gay.”
“I guess that’s true,” Captain Lang said. “How could you have known? When I
was alive, no one knew my sexual preference. I was considered a bachelor. But I do
know you well. I’ve been with you since the first day you removed your clothes in this
room. And you’re the most beautiful young man who has ever been in this house.” Then
he stepped toward the bed and rested his large hand on Dexter’s right knee.
Dexter felt his hand. It didn’t feel like the cold hand of a ghost. It was warm and
strong and it made Dexter’s balls tighten. “If you are a ghost, then why is it that I can see
you and feel you? I thought ghosts were transparent…on another wavelength or
frequency. I’m not psychic and I have no special abilities.” Captain Lang laughed. “Don’t believe all the nonsense you hear on television
from fake seers. I have no idea what wavelengths or frequencies are. The reason you can
see me and feel me is because I’m allowing you to see me and feel me. I could disappear
at any time, and I’d be invisible to you again and you wouldn’t be able to feel me.” Then
he sat down on the bed and slid his hand up the back of Dexter’s leg. When the tips of his
fingers reached the bottom of Dexter’s ass, he closed his eyes and sighed. “I’ve wanted to
do this since the first day I saw you…even before you undressed.”
Dexter’s heart began to race. “You’ve been watching me undress? You’ve seen
me masturbate?”
Lang nodded yes and continued to grope his ass.
Dexter lifted his leg so Lang wouldn’t stop. “Why didn’t you do this sooner?”
“You weren’t ready,” Lang said. “I wanted to give you time to get used to the
house and to get used to having me in the house. You knew, deep down, that I’ve been
here. I’ve been leaving you signs too obvious to ignore.”
If this was really happening, Dexter now had an explanation for all the peculiar
things that had been happening around the house. “Thank you for saving my daughter.
She could have been killed.”
Lang squeezed the back of Dexter’s thigh and said, “She’s a wonderful child, and
what the former owners did was wrong. I never liked them. That’s why I got rid of them.
The wife was a loud mouth, and the husband was her meek little toy. They never had sex,
and when he masturbated he watched young girls, children, on television. I wanted to
burn the house down the first time I saw it happen. They were repulsive people.” Dexter had never been more confused in his life. A ghost with morals? He still
thought he was losing his mind. But instead of pulling away from Captain Lang, he
spread his legs wider and moved forward on the bed. When he rested his head on the
pillow, Captain Lang’s hand went up the crack of his ass.
Maybe this was the ultimate jerk-off fantasy. He’d jerked off to the image of
Captain Lang’s portrait before, and now he was dreaming about Captain Lang sitting on
his bed, naked, feeling his ass. He looked into Captain Lang’s eyes and said, “Tell me
I’m dreaming all this and that I’m not going crazy. Tell me I’ll be fine.”
Captain Lang smiled. “You are fine, and you are safe. But you are not dreaming.
This is real.” Then he climbed on top of Dexter and put his strong arms around him. “I’d
like to make love to you now. But only if you want me to. If you’re not ready, I can wait
for as long as it takes, Dexter.”
Dexter’s head went back and he closed his eyes. He lifted his legs, bent them at
the knee, and arched his back in complete submission. Captain Lang’s beard was pressed
to his cheek by then, and he could feel Captain Lang’s solid erection poking the
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