massaged the bottom of Lang’s shaft. Though Lang was slightly larger than Michael,
Michael’s dick hadn’t been small. Dexter was used to sucking big cock. He knew how to
breathe through his nose; he knew how to take big dick all the way to the back of his
throat without gagging or choking.
When Lang moved his hips again, Dexter started sucking. His cheeks indented
and his lips puffed out. Lang’s pelvis bucked faster; he guided Dexter’s head with his
hands. Dexter relaxed the muscles in his neck and followed with Lang’s moves. When
Lang pulled Dexter’s head forward, Dexter sucked with intense pressure. And when Lang
moved Dexter’s head back, Dexter released the tension and took deep breaths. Dexter sucked his dick this way until Lang removed his hands from Dexter’s head
and pulled back. Lang’s erection was halfway inside Dexter’s mouth. Lang grabbed the
bottom of his own shaft and said, “Jerk off with me. I’m almost there, Dexter.” He spoke
with a polite, old-fashioned language. He didn’t refer to Dexter “man” or “dude” or
“baby.”
Without removing an inch of Lang’s dick from his mouth, Dexter reached down
and wrapped his hand around his own erection. He’d been fully erect since he’d gone
down on his knees and he knew it wouldn’t take long to get off. And the fact that he
knew what Lang was about to do to him only made him more excited.
“That’s it,” Lang said, as he started to jerk his erection. “You have wonderful
lips.”
Dexter took a deep breath and moaned. While he sucked, Lang jerked the bottom
half of his dick faster. Lang’s fist went back and forth, between Dexter’s lips and his own
pubic hair. His large balls started to swing back and forth. He took deeper breaths and his
mouth fell open. “I’m almost there,” he said in a deep whisper.
Dexter nodded yes, still jerking his own dick. He wanted Lang to explode inside
his mouth. He already knew Lang’s come would vanish. But it wouldn’t vanish instantly.
He knew he’d be able to taste some of it, even if it was only for a moment. And while he
was sucking Lang’s cock, he didn’t have to worry about catching any diseases.
A moment later, Captain Lang groaned. The muscle in his right thigh vibrated and
he blew a huge load into Dexter’s mouth. Dexter was ready for it. He sucked in his
cheeks until the sides of his face pinched and he swallowed it all. He gulped it down,
trying to catch every drop of Lang’s vanishing juice. He felt it inside his mouth; he knew it was there. When he tasted a slim hint of Lang’s come on the back of his tongue, his
own dick erupted and his come landed on the instep of Lang’s right foot.
Then the taste was gone. Dexter had always swallowed Michael’s come and the
taste usually lingered in his mouth. Sometimes even after he’d brushed his teeth and
gargled. But with Lang the taste disappeared immediately.
When Lang pulled his dick out of Dexter’s mouth, Dexter looked down at Lang’s
right foot and smiled. “I made a mess,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
Lang looked down at him and smiled. He raised an eyebrow. “You can clean it up
for me if you want.”
Dexter looked into his eyes. “Really?”
“I’d like to see you do it,” Lang said. “But only if you want to do it.”
Well. Evidently Captain Lang and Michael had one thing in common. For some
reason Dexter couldn’t understand, they liked to see him eat his own come. The only
difference between Lang and Michael was that Lang was more polite about it. (Michael
would have said, “Lick it up, baby.”) So Dexter leaned forward and licked his own come
off of Lang’s foot. He didn’t mind the taste of come, especially his own. When he was
finished, he looked up at Lang and smiled. “How was that?”
Lang raised both eyebrows. “That was a sight to behold, indeed.”
Chapter Seven
When the film crew showed up two weeks later, Marion ran to the back of the
house and refused to answer the front door. It was ten in the morning and Brighton was
already in school. She’d wanted to stay home that day, but Dexter never allowed her to
skip school unless she was sick or there was an unusual emergency.
So Dexter and Cleo answered the front door. Cleo barked and danced in circles.
Captain Lang was leaning against the newel post with his arms folded across his chest.
Before Dexter opened the door he looked back at Lang and said, “You be good. Without
the money from this reality show, I’m going to have to put this house up for sale and
move back to LA. Besides, I’m starting to think it might be fun. I’ve been out of the
public eye for along time.”
Captain Lang raised his arms and smiled. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman,” he said.
Dexter gave him a look, then he turned and opened the front door. Jesse Barlow,
the show’s producer, stood there with a huge smile on his face. Dexter smiled and shook
his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Barlow. I’m a big fan.” He wasn’t really a fan. He
only knew Jesse Barlow from what he’d heard about him through his agent.
Jesse was the host of a successful, highly rated reality show called “Deal Me a
Fortune.” He’d recently managed to secure his own fortunate deals with the network that
allowed him to produce his own reality shows. Dexter admired his tenacity. Jesse was
still hosting the popular reality show that had made him famous, produced three other
successful reality shows, and now he was doing this one with Dexter. In Hollywood, Jesse was considered one of the hardest working people in town. Everything he touched
turned out to be successful.
Jesse shook his hand and said, “Call me Jesse. It’s nice to meet you, too, Dexter. I
can’t tell you how nice it is to meet you. I’ve always been a fan of your sitcom. We’re
about the same age. I grew up watching the show.” Then he turned and pointed to the
driveway. “While the crew is getting organized, I thought we could get to know each
other. I’m producing and directing this one. I’m on hiatus right now from my show, and I
wanted to handle this one myself to make sure everything is perfect.”
Dexter stepped to the side and said, “Please come in. Welcome to Keel Cottage.”
Jesse crossed the entrance and looked up and down. He rubbed his jaw and smiled.
“So far I like what I see,” he said. “This house will film well.” He walked to a table next
to the staircase. Standing next to the ghost of Captain Lang, he examined the hand-carved
wood work on the banister. “It’s so East Coast mariner. I love it.”
“Well, that’s where you are, you idiot, on the East Coast,” Captain Lang said,
looking Jesse up and down. “You’re not in Mexico.”
Dexter almost said something to Captain Lang. But he stopped short and squared
his shoulders. Then he smiled at Jesse. “Let’s go into the living room and sit down.”
While Jesse walked into the living room, Dexter noticed he was better-looking in
person than he was on television. He had short sandy brown hair and a small, compact
body. His low-rise jeans were tight and he had a nice round bulge between his legs. But
he wasn’t very tall, about five foot six, and he wore pointy alligator shoes that looked
peculiar with jeans. Jesse moved to the fireplace and looked up at the portrait of Captain Lang. Cleo
was at his heels, sniffing his ankles. Jesse folded his arms across his chest and pointed to
the portrait. “Who is
this
old guy? He doesn’t look very friendly.” Then he laughed and
cleared his throat.
“Ah well,” Captain Lang said. “I’m going to have fun with this fool.” He’d
followed them into the room and he was standing in front of the window.
Dexter gave Captain Lang a long, serious look and said, “Be good.”
Jesse turned fast and said, “Pardon me?”
Dexter cleared his throat and corrected himself. “I was about to say that it’s going
to
be good
doing this show. I’m looking forward to it.”
Jesse smiled, then looked Dexter up and down. “I think so, too,” he said. “So far
I’m getting good energy all around me. The house is perfect.” Then he lowered his eyes
to Dexter’s chest muscles and said, “I think you’re going to look very good on camera,
too. We’re going to take a lot of shots of you without your shirt. I’d like to see a few
without your pants, too. You have a hot body. Do you like to walk around the house in
your underwear?”
“What an outrage. I’m going to lift a chair, carry it across the room, and dump it
on his head,” Captain Lang shouted. “Did you hear what that blithering idiot just said to
you? He has no manners! He’s a swine. He’ll run out of this house with his arms in the
air like all the others after I get finished with him.” Then he slammed his fist on a table
near the window and the candlestick rattled.
Cleo jumped up on the wing chair and barked. Jesse’s head turned fast. He looked at the table shaking and watched the
candlestick wobble back and forth.
“It was a breeze,” Dexter said. Thankfully, the window was open. “It happens
sometimes. We get these quick breezes from the ocean without warning.” Then he lifted
his eyebrows and looked at Lang with a pleading expression. He pressed his palms
together and shook his head back and forth to let him know he wasn’t fooling around
anymore. Lang had no choice; he couldn’t ruin this for Dexter.
Jesse shrugged his shoulders and sat down in a wing chair. He smiled and said,
“So, are you willing to remove a few articles of clothing for the show? The more skin you
show, the better the ratings will be. And from what I can see, you have a great body.”
Dexter had a feeling Jesse might be flirting with him, but he wasn’t sure. He’d
heard rumors that Jesse was gay. But he was one of those fading Hollywood types who
never confirm it in public, even though no one really cared. “Thank you, Jesse,” Dexter
said. “I’m open to anything that you think will make this show work. But I want to do it
tastefully. I have a daughter and I don’t walk around the house in my underwear. I’ve
always managed to maintain a good image in public. I have no skeletons in my closet.
And I want to keep it that way.”
Dexter wasn’t a fool. He knew he’d have to do a few sexy scenes. And he knew
those scenes would involve removing a certain amount of clothing. But he’d do the
scenes on his terms and within the context of his daily routine, where it worked and
looked natural. He also knew how to deal with the Jesse Barlows of Hollywood probably
better than Jesse Barlow did. Jesse was still the new boy in town. But Dexter had been
around since he was ten years old and he’d seen it all. When the crew was ready to begin shooting, they knocked on the door and Dexter
let them into the house. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head at first. The “crew”
consisted of one cameraman and his young assistant. Cleo barked at the strangers and hid
behind Dexter’s legs. Captain Lang stood on the first step of the staircase glaring them,
with his hands in his pockets and his eyebrows knitted together. He didn’t like intruders
in the house.
Jesse introduced them. “Dexter, this is Kellan and his assistant, Paige.” Kellan
had all the camera equipment and Paige was carrying a large canvas bag. Kellan was tall
and thin, with long, straight hair and a scruffy goatee. His jeans hung from his bony hips
and his chest looked like it was sinking into his body. Paige had a warm smile and quiet
brown eyes covered with thick eyeglasses. She wore her straight black hair in a ponytail.
Her low-rise jeans were two sizes too small and her stomach bulged out over the
waistband.
Dexter smiled. “It’s nice to meet you both.” He shook their hands and turned to
Jesse. “I have to admit I was expecting something more complicated and intrusive. I
pictured cameras all over the house and hot lights.”
Jesse smiled. “This is it,” he said. “I want it to look as real as possible. After all,
it’s a reality show. I’m not doing hidden cameras like some shows do. I’ve seen them
hide the cameras all over the house, including bathrooms. I don’t think it’s an asset and I
think it makes the subjects act out of character. We’ll only be using this camera or a
smaller one, and you’ll always know when we’re shooting.”
Captain Lang groaned over Dexter’s shoulder. “If you ask me, this is intrusive
enough. It’s preposterous.” Dexter ignored him. He looked at Jesse and asked, “What should I do now?”
“What would you normally do?”
Dexter shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a nice day. We’re having an Indian summer.
I’d change into swim trunks and take advantage of one of the few good remaining beach
