"Bye, Captain. I will be back at noon."
"See you later, lad."
Tintin smiled and the heavy mogno door closed behind him.
The Captain sighed. Finally he was all alone. Well, not completely alone. Nestor was around the house, as always. But the good butler wasn´t a problem for what he was planning to do. Not in the sacred privacy of his room.
He checked his clock. He had about four hours.
Haddock climbed the stairs that led to his bedchamber. Once he entered, he locked the door. Nestor always knocked respectfully but he felt safer like that.
He turned the computer on.
"Archibald…you´re an old pervert man…" he muttered, while checking if he had any tissue papers around the room. Once he found them, he sat down at his desk.
The website Young and Wild opened, revealing a smiling and mischievous young man, completely naked. He seemed to be in his nineteen's and was handsome, with green eyes and blonde hair. A completely hairless body, apart some few pubic curls.
Soft and young. A twink.
He clicked over the picture, opening the menu page in the site. He could choose all kinds of boys; blondes, brunettes, redheads, black boys…well endowed boys…
He went to the "redheads" option. They were his preferred.
It was a certain redhead the cause of his perversions.
Tintin drove him crazy. Surely he didn´t suspect how his hips and peach shaped ass were a constant target by Haddock´s eyes.
Yet…
His smile, the way he laughed, his angelic eyes-he knew there was no way he could touch the innocent and delicate boy. Tintin had nothing to do with these naughty boys who pleasured themselves for anonymous people around the net. Many of them had the same angelical face, though.
His eyes traveled over the many boys in the screen he could choose. Each one was in a suggestive pose. Leaning in the bed with a hard-on, legs spread wide; exposing his anus, asses in the air…every pose was accompanied by a naughty smile.
He continued to search. When he was about to choose someone, his eyes caught a picture almost in the end. He froze.
Impossible.
His eyes were tricking him, for sure!
Trembling, he looked closer.
In the picture, with an innocent smile that betrayed his nakedness was Tintin.