lying,” Dexter shouted. “Get out of my house. I won’t press charges if
you leave right now.”
Captain Lang gave him a stern look. “This is my house, young man. You’re the
one trespassing.”
“That’s it,” Dexter said. “I’m calling the police.” He wasn’t going to play games
with a lunatic.
When he turned the phone on, Captain Lang said, “Who do you think pushed that
loveseat over and pinned the loser, Michael, to the porch floor? I didn’t plan on his dick
getting cut, but it was a nice added touch. It kept him from sleeping with you all weekend.
And who do you think opens the kitchen cabinet every morning to frighten your
housekeeper? I know you sleep in the nude and I know what you do to yourself every
morning when you wake up. I enjoy watching you, especially when you call out my name
when you climax. The first time you saw my portrait, you made a comment about how
attractive I am. You only whispered this, but I heard you. I’ve been with you and I’ve
been watching you since the first day you arrived at Keel Cottage.”
Dexter held the phone near his cheek and stared at Captain Lang. “You heard me
speak to your portrait that first day? You’ve been spying on me?” Captain Lang laughed and rubbed his beard. He took a few steps toward Dexter.
“Forgive me, but this is all new to me, too. In my day, there were plenty of young men
willing to pull down their pants for me. I took them all without thinking twice. There
were more men than I care to count. But sex between two men was all done very
secretively, and there was never an open opportunity to have a young man as beautiful as
you actually live here in Keel Cottage. It just wasn’t done in those days. So excuse me for
eavesdropping, Dexter. I know it’s not polite, but when I saw you were the new owner of
the house, I just couldn’t help myself.”
Dexter stopped dialing the police. He put the phone down on the bed and tilted his
head. He didn’t believe in ghosts, but who else could have known these things? No one
knew he’d been calling Captain Lang’s name out loud while he’d been jerking off each
morning. “Okay,” he said, “if you are Captain Lang, then why haven’t you been scaring
us away? From what I’ve heard, that’s what you do to all the new owners of this house.
Thanks to you, the previous owners were so terrified they practically gave the house
away. And why would you save my daughter from falling to the ground? You’re
supposed to be an evil ghost.”
Captain Lang smiled and shrugged his wide shoulders. “Because I like you. I
never liked anyone else who lived here.”
Dexter raised an eyebrow. “Do something ghost-like. Walk through a wall or
something. Prove it to me.”
Captain Lang took a deep breath and sighed. “Very well,” he said. He turned
away from the window and went to the fireplace. He lifted his right arm, flicked his wrist,
and stepped right into the mantel. A second later, he stepped back into the room with a huge grin on his face. This
time he was naked. His torso was lean and strong, with well-developed abdominal
muscles and large, square chest muscles. There was a fine layer of dark hair on his chest
and legs. Above his long, thick penis there was a thicker, untrimmed patch of hair.
Dexter let go of the duvet cover and pressed one hand on his stomach and the
other over his mouth. “Either I’m seeing things and I’ve finally lost my mind, or you
really are the ghost of Captain Lang.”
Captain Lang walked to the end of the bed and looked down at Dexter’s smooth,
tan body. When he’d dropped the cover, Dexter was completely naked again. Lang
smiled and said, “Call me Lang. Captain Lang is much too formal for two people who
know each other so well.”
Dexter pulled the cover up again and