Title: Greenminded Fellow, I Am
Author: LM Simpson (Kady the Red Panda)
Pairing(s): Tintin/Haddock
Warning(s): slash, sexual content, language,
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Moulinsart.
Other tidbits: There will be an update to "Fishes" in the near future. But for now, here's this.

For the lovely Bianca Castafarina's "fantasy" prompt. I do already have a fanfic in this same style (i.e. one like in Nancy Friday books), but it's okay at best considering it was one of my first slash attempts. (See for yourself)There wasn't even a fantasy mention until the very last fucking paragraph. So this is my making amends.

Oh, and I changed Tintin's name just to further "authenticate" this like as if it was something from the likes of Men in Love. I'm not sure if I should include one from the captain, especially since the other fill to this prompt has already got that covered. *shrugs*

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Remi

I'm a rather famous reporter in real life (at least, I am in my native Europe), so I'm further grateful that you guaranteed anonymity in your inquiry. I consider myself a plain fellow; I'm positive that if any of my friends (or enemies) saw this they would be shocked out of their minds. So many people consider me a saint that the knowledge I wrote this would be quite scandalous, believe me!

But first, before we get to the meat of this letter, here is my backstory.

I'm in my early twenties, a proud Catholic and a proud Belgian. I've had no formal education but I consider myself intelligent enough without it. The Boy Scouts taught me more than Catholic school ever did. I am a bachelor and have lived on my own since my mid-teens. But that does not mean that I'm single. I do have a male lover nineteen years my senior. Our sex life is as healthy as one can be if you ask me.

Even so, I'm hesitant to divulge this particular fantasy of mine to him. He is far brash than I am, but even this would cross the line for him. I'm afraid he will call me crazy. As embarrassed as I am to think about it beyond the rare masturbation time (or when I'm struggling to climax during intercourse—even rarer), I still feel this need to tell someone. When I discovered your request in an underground gentlemen's magazine (which I don't read very often, I'll tell you that), I finally had my chance.

Anyhow, here it is:

My lover and I are sitting in the very back of a sparsely filled adult movie theater. There are perhaps another ten men in the movie theater, as well as one woman I presume is with her boyfriend or spouse. The movie is about two well-built men meeting each other in downtown Paris. The first sex scene, set in a subway, is raw, graphic, and very arousing if the enlarging bulge between my legs is anything to say about it. The temptation to touch myself is so great but I manage to fight the urge at that time.

Not so for my friend. I hear him unbuckling and unzipping as slowly and as quietly as possible so as to not bring immediate attention to him. He pulls out his enormous cock (he really is well-endowed in real life) and rubs his hand up and down the shaft as the larger of the two takes the other on the screen. He fights shivers and moans at first but ultimately emits a couple pleasurable cries. They sound like growls, which set me on fire.

He gets even louder when I pull his hand away, lower myself, and begin licking first his scrotum, then the precum from his head. Although I cannot see I'm positive that someone is surely staring at us by now. My teeth grazes along his length as I knead his scrotum with my other hand. He grabs at my hair with both hands and controls me like a marionette. His hips hop and grind against me. I hear his grunts and I hear the movie sub's grunts beginning to overlap each other, which motivates me to suck him even harder. My erection is begging for freedom by now. A hand leaves his scrotum and the other props me up against the sticky cum stricken floor as I fumble to bail it from its fabric jail. My own stifled moan resonates over his cock. I feel my anus impulsively twitching for my lover to fuck me.

It's only when I hear the other moviegoers commenting that I finally stop. To my surprise, they're cheering us on. They cry that my friend should fuck me. My hole twitches once more with anticipation. Yes, yes, you should fuck me, my eyes say, no, beg to him.

I'm positive that this would feel very uncomfortable in real life, but in my fantasy I am as comfortable as I would be in the bed we share. He pulls my pants off and positions me above him, still sitting. Somehow he enters me painlessly without lubricant, saliva or otherwise. I ride him with only the screen's glow showing my back. The crowd demands that they see me. My friend complies. As he continues pumping into me I clutch to the armrests to my sides for support. I can faintly see men pleasuring themselves throughout the center sitting area. In fact, all of them are, except for one man sucking on the woman's silver dollar sized nipples. The men on screen are currently in a soixante-neuf position in a fancy hotel room. I can feel my lover's breath and curses, so untypically salty for him, against my back as his head makes multiple contact with my prostate. I fight to not come immediately.

I lean forward and he goes with me. I'm clutching the seat facing me as he stands and continues thrusting. Men are now moving towards us, still rubbing their cocks. Two men stand beside us in our row and masturbate until warm white spurts of cum whip onto my back. The same goes to the men in the row in front of us, only their seed paints my cheeks and shoulder. The man and woman are fucking each other partially clothed on the floor.

My friend spanks my right cheek once before withdrawing, taking a couple of breathers, before shoving his entire length into me again. A man shoves his penis into my mouth and I suck it until he comes in my mouth. I swallow all of it, somehow without gagging. The man and woman are standing by. The woman, nipples still sticking out over her open blouse, is naked from the hips down. Her lover supports her as she squeezes her crotch into my face. My nose hits her clitoris as I lick the semen from her vagina. The remaining unspent men are stroking each other. The men that already came still cheer my friend and everyone else on.

Eventually, it becomes too much for all of us. Somehow the men, my friend, the woman and I all howl from the hardest orgasms all of us have ever had. My legs shake like jelly as I sit down, exhausted and covered in cum, on the man I love most in this world. We kiss and caress each other before watching the rest of the movie.