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a child actor Dexter had earned
     
his money the hard way. Though he wasn’t a billionaire, he had made enough money to
     
enjoy the luxury of being a full-time stay-at-home Dad.
     
Going to the beach in Provincetown turned out to be an unusual experience. The
     
first few days he went to Herring Cove Beach he sat with all the straight people, staring
     
down at his watch every five minutes and yawning. But while he sat there he noticed that groups of gay men were entering at Herring Cove, passing him by, and heading down
     
into the dunes. On his third visit to the beach, he followed a group of four gay guys
     
toward the dunes. It was a long walk and the sand was thick and hot and awkward to
     
navigate. But the more he distanced himself from Herring Cove, the more interesting
     
things became. The beachgoers in the dunes were all gay men, and they all wore skimpy
     
swim trunks or nothing at all. Some gay couples huddled on beach towels and kissed,
     
while others walked up and down the tops of the dunes totally naked, with full erections,
     
looking for quick hook-ups.
     
After walking for twenty minutes in the sand, Dexter spotted an empty section in
     
one of the dunes and he spread out his black beach towel. There was a young gay couple
     
in a higher dune to his right, there was a group of good-looking young gay men in a
     
lower dune on his left, and there was a sexy weightlifter type in the dune in front of him.
     
They were all close enough to see, but far enough away to create an invisible line.
     
Dexter’s heart began to race and his breathing increased. He had never been promiscuous
     
in his life—he could count his lovers on one hand with fingers left to spare—and he
     
hadn’t had sex in a long time. But he did have one quiet little kink—or fundamental flaw,
     
depending on how it was perceived—that he kept to himself. He loved exhibitionism.
     
He’d always wanted to be a stripper, but because of his career as an actor he’d never been
     
able to do it. He had a clean-cut image to maintain.
     
But sometimes, especially when he was very lonely, it felt good to be naughty.
     
And his kink was simple and safe: Dexter liked removing his clothes in front of other
     
guys, and the dunes in Provincetown turned out to be his dream come true. He knew the guys were all watching him. The gay couple was whispering to each
     
other, the weightlifter was wearing dark glasses, and the group of young guys stopped
     
talking completely and looked in his direction. Dexter was new in town, and his
     
spectacular body was drawing attention. So he took a deep breath and slowly removed his
     
clothes. He kicked off his shorts and his full erection bounced; he lifted his arms to
     
stretch and his back arched.
     
After that first day, he went to the beach as often as he could. He didn’t cruise for
     
sex and he didn’t allow anyone to cruise him. There was no physical contact at all. But he
     
always put on a good strip show for the guys around him. Best of all, what happened in
     
the Provincetown dunes between gay men remained in the dunes. If he spotted someone
     
in town who had seen one of his blatant amateur strip shows, it was never mentioned.
     
They just nodded, smiled, and continued walking.
     
Aside from all this, Dexter’s first month in Keel Cottage was quiet and simple. He
     
slept better than he’d ever slept in his life, and in the mornings he always woke up with a
     
smile on his face and huge erection between his legs. He masturbated in bed, then took a
     
long hot shower. He was satisfied. He wasn’t interested in meeting guys. If he had been,
     
there would have been plenty in Provincetown, especially on the beach. But Dexter was
     
more interested in getting settled and being with Brighton.
     
When local people and neighbors joked about Keel Cottage being haunted, Dexter
     
smiled and laughed with them. They told him stories about how terrified