There was no doubt.
There was only one person in the world with a ginger quiff like that. Unless he had a twin brother, of course.
Tintin. His Tintin.
Blistering Barnacles! Wait a minute!
Why on Earth he was there, among the other naughty boys?! Exposing his body to unknown people?
Tintin.
His eyes seemed glued to the screen. His brain had stopped.
Time itself had stopped.
How many times had he dreamed with a moment like this? Having the opportunity to see his beloved Tintin without any piece of clothing on him? The Captain had never seen the lad even without his shirt. It was a dream to come true.
The lad was laying belly-down on a bed sheet, his slender, yet strong legs up in the air. The sweet, dark eyes seemed to look directly at him, a mixture of shyness and confidence. The curve of his naked ass was perfect, like he always had imagined, even in that position. A hand rested over the sheet, the other…
Haddock´s mouth became dry.
The other hand grabbed a big, skin color dildo, next to his lips. His tongue was stuck out, licking the tip of the dildo.
The Captain didn´t even notice how his pants became tight. His erection was painful against the fabric. He never got hard like this with the other models, not until he began to see the videos…
"Thundering Typhoons…you ginger devil…look the state you´re putting me in."
He pulled his zipper down and freed his shaft. Dear God, just looking at that picture made him hard as a stick…
"A dildo, you rascal? Your tongue and mouth would make a better work in my fucking cock…and how it would fit so well between that sweet ass of yours…"
The dark eyes seemed like they were locked on him, challenging.
I´m beautiful, Captain? Do you think I´m attractive?
Oh he was so close…
Cum for me, Captain!
He didn´t even have to touch himself.
His seed started spurting everywhere, not giving him time to grab a tissue to cover it. Desk, keyboard, screen…everything was covered by a milky color substance.
Fuck.
It was the best orgasm ever.
He looked at the screen. His sperm flowed by Tintin´s face and backside.
"You left me dry…you ginger devil. Blistering Barnacles I believe I emptied my balls!"
Trembling, he began to clean up the objects affected by his seed. Once he finished, Haddock sat up at the edge of his bed and began to think. He bowed his head.
"Thundering Typhoons…why, lad?"
Now he will never look at him in the same way.
Before that looking at Tintin was a torment enough…
He lifted his head and faced again the familiar, yet unknown, face.
The Captain sat again at the desk, trembling, and clicked over his picture.
Videos.
At least a dozen of them!
Videos of Tintin!
No…
It was already too much, seeing Tintin simply naked (and he didn´t even saw his frontal nudity…). He knew very well what those videos could contain…if he ever watched his videos, what would happen to him?
Thundering Typhoons! It was that devil who wanted to expose himself like that! You have the right to see those videos! Keep forward, old man, this is your opportunity! It´s not like you´re spying on him! He wanted to be seen!
His wiped the sweat from his brow. The little screens had titles under them. He read the first one.
Solitary Pleasure
An entire hour video. Good.
The Captain took a deep breath and clicked over the dark rectangle.