Few years after Alcazar took power from Tapioca, he came to Belgium in a two week visit. He intended to stay in a hotel but Captain Haddock and I insisted by phone he stayed with us in Moulinsart instead. His wife, Peggy, couldn't accompany him due to his mother-in-law sickness, so he would not feel alone.
So some days later we waited for him at the airport. I offered Alcazar politely my place next the Captain in the car. After his bags have been placed in the boot we drove home.

Frankly speaking, I had a true reason to ask my friend to take the front seat next to the Captain. In fact I only wanted be able to see him.
Yes, I, Augustin, a catholic, former boy scout, despite dating a much older man, was still attracted to another one!
This doesn't mean I stopped loving Archibald. No, year after year our relationship becomes stronger and I don't see my life without him anymore. I'm madly in love with him and I know he feels the same.
I always had a weakness for older and well-built men; though I never saw Alcazar shirtless I can bet he has more or less the same body type as the Captain. His broad shoulders and muscled chest were very well visible under the thin white shirt; I don't know how the fabric resisted. In addition, the fact his shirt was always half-open, exposing the dark hair of his tanned chest, the strong, very masculine chin, whit the ever present cigar between the teeth, the spanish scent…filled my head with the most indecent fantasies.
I can't help but imagine myself between those two strong, very masculine men. If being touched and caressed by Archibald alone, feeling the weight of his powerful body upon me is enough to drive me crazy, imagine Alcazar sharing the bed with us…two hot, sweaty, hairy bodies sandwiching me…

Great Snakes! Calm down, Augustin!

Those two weeks general Alcazar passed with us were the craziest of my life. Of course, I always acted as normal as possible with him and the Captain. Alcazar didn't even know the true nature of our relationship, though sometimes I feel he suspected us.
The crazy hours were when Archibald and Alcazar made a little trip by the morning and I stayed at home, excusing myself with work. I never did it too often or the Captain would think something was wrong.
Once I saw myself all alone (Nestor was gardening and Milou went with them) I entered Alcazar's room we had given him. I felt I was invading his privacy but now I couldn't give up. Searching among his things I've found the shirt he used the day before. It wasn't yet delivered for laundry. Good.
I buried my nose in the fabric and inhaled the mixture of sweat, cologne after shave and musk. My lower belly shivered and my pants suddenly became tight. I stepped out the room with the shirt, not forgetting to close the door and headed to the room I share with Archibald.
There, I undid the zip of my pants and threw myself on the bed. I buried my head in the Captain's pillow, along Alcazar's shirt, appreciating the scent of the two men who were making my head. I pressed myself against the mattress and let my mind travel…