And now we return to the action…
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Tintin never ran so fast up to his room, taking the stairs two and even three at a time. Once inside his bedroom, he practically ripped his clothes off, flinging them here and there.
Quickly stepping into the shower, he proceeded to thoroughly clean himself, getting into every crack and crevice. He also brushed his teeth more meticulously than usual.
Grabbing his robe, he wrapped it around him and stepped into the hallway. He rapidly made his way to the master bedroom. Once there he started to open the door and then hesitated. Softly knocking, he announced himself and waited for the invitation to enter.
It was quickly given.
Stepping inside, he closed the door and then turned toward the man that was standing just beside the bed. Like him, Haddock was wearing only a robe as well, and Tintin could smell the scent of soap.
They smiled at each other like shy honeymooners. Tintin wasn't sure what he should do and stood there for a bit, until the Captain raised his arm and beckoned to him.
"Come're lad. Ain't gonna bite ya." The Captain remarked reassuringly. "Well, not hard anyway." He continued, smiling widely.
Laughing, Tintin took the few steps separating them and soon found himself wrapped up securely in the other man's arms, lips softly kissing. They didn't stay soft for long.
They were quickly pressed tight against each other, arms moving from one spot to another. Hips pressed close and the robes did nothing to conceal their hard arousals.
Panting hard, Haddock stepped back and regarded Tintin, the excited youth breathing just as heavily.
Reaching out, the other man untied the belt from around the younger man's waist and spread it apart. For a moment he just gazed at Tintin, his eyes devouring every aspect.
"Look at ya. So beautiful, so wondrous, so incredibly delightful. Oh Tintin, me boy, you don't know how happy you've made this sea-lion, giving yourself to me."
Smiling back at his dearest friend, Tintin agreed wholeheartedly. "Archie, you make me so happy too. I've never felt attracted to anyone but you, and that you feel the same is just…" He took a deep breath. "Marvelous."
"I understand lad, I do." Looking back down at Tintin's very erect arousal, he undid his own belt and pulled apart the cloth revealing his own enthusiastic state. "What do you say, lad, get the hot and heavy sex out of the way? Not that having hot and heavy sex is a bad thing, thunderin' typhoons! But I've got an evening planned in which I want to introduce you to some mighty intriguing 'things' and we sure can't take the time needed to explore them if all we want to do is jump each other."
Tintin was more than ready to jump and be jumped. Nodding enthusiastically, he stepped close, hand reaching out to grab hold of the older man's shaft. Haddock did the same to him and they were soon stroking each other hard and fast, Haddock's other arm wrapped around the youth's shoulder, hand clutching hard enough to redden skin, and Tintin's other arm pressed against his friend's chest, fingers moving in and out of thick hair.
Mouths were pressed close enough to almost become one, tongues moving in and out frenetically. Hips thrust harder and faster, and the sensation of hand's stroking cock's and bellies rubbing against each other and swollen balls meeting swollen balls swept both of them up into rapid ecstasy.
Though Tintin came first, Haddock was close behind, their stomachs and chests coated from a combination of spurting semen.
They swayed together as they spiraled down, chests slowing and hearts calming. Tintin had buried his face into the Captain's neck and finally raised it up, causing the older man to lift his head up from where it had been pressed against Tintin's.
Smiling in satisfaction at each other, they shared another long kiss.
Finally they parted and stepped slightly away, hands still holding flaccid shafts, fingers and palms sticky. Haddock grinned and let go, bringing his hand up in front of Tintin's face, palm out. Eyes brightening, Tintin did the same and they soon were engaged in cleaning off the remains of pre-cum and ejaculation, making sure to take each finger inside mouth, licking and sucking it till spotless.
Sighing contentedly, Tintin gazed into his Captain's eyes the entire time, and could feel the love and admiration from those bright blue orbs.
Giving one last swipe of tongue against the older man's palm and receiving one in exchange, Tintin stepped back and began to remove his robe only to have Haddock place a hand on his arm.
"Leave it on. At least for now."
Complying, Tintin waited somewhat patiently for Haddock to give some indication of what was next. Even though he wanted nothing more than jump into bed and have his dearest friend join him, this was the Captain's show. Not that he was just a mere bystander, but the man had indicated that there were certain 'things' in store for him, and his natural curiosity was killing him.
Turning to the bed, the older man patted the top. "Lie down lad, face up." Tintin practically leaped from the spot he was standing at, turned gracefully in midair and landed on his back, making the bed bounce.
Grinning and shaking his head at the younger man's antics, Haddock turned to the nightstand where a brown paper bag was waiting. Grabbing it, he brought it over and sat it next to Tintin. Slapping away the lad's hands, he growled. "Not yet, keep your pants on."
"Ummm…Archie? Don't have any pants to keep on." Tintin pointed out reasonably, his grey eyes dancing.
"Blisterin' barnacles, ya know what I mean. Silly boy." The first was said with mock severity, the last with soft amusement.
Tintin watched as the man reached into the bag and first pulled out a bottle of lubrication. Brows furrowing a bit, he then observed the Captain pulling out an object that he'd never seen before.
It looked like a string of beads on a long, somewhat stiff, plastic coated wire and ending in an open plastic circle. The beads – 8 in all, started out the size of a small marble and increased in size to something a bit less than a ping pong ball.
He had no idea what its purpose was. But not only was he certain he was about to find out, but that he'd enjoy it, too.
The Captain opened up the bottle and poured a generous amount into his palm and proceeded to coat each and every bead.
Leaning toward Tintin, Haddock held up the item by the ring. "Do you want me to explain its purpose, or just experience it?"
"I…Think I just want to experience it. I…trust you Archie, Mon amore, Mon Capitan. You wouldn't do anything to me that I wouldn't like."
"Aye, my little love. And I'm pretty sure you're going to enjoy this. And if you don't, we stop. Second you say no, it's no. And if I detect any discomfort, I'll stop. If you want me to continue, say so. Otherwise we're done."
Laying a hand on the man's arm, Tintin gave the man a gentle squeeze, his thumb running up and down the soft skin, brushing at the dark hair. "I know, my big love. Tell me what you want me to do. I'm ready to explore this next adventure."
"Lie on your back, just like that, but scoot back a bit. Spread and bend your legs and bring them up, placing your feet on the bed."
Tintin did as instructed; spreading his thigh's a little wider when asked.
Bent over him and kneeling on the bed, Haddock slowly stroked Tintin's thigh, gradually running his hand down the inside and then underneath. Sliding the hand further up, he took hold of the youth's round firm buttock and gave a gentle squeeze. Stroking the soft flesh, he brought his fingers toward the center, curving them into the gap. Finally he ran them slowly down the crack until they were just below Tintin's puckered opening.
All though he had an inkling of what body part was going to be introduced next to the wonders of sex, Tintin still started a bit as he felt a finger lightly touch and then stroke against his entrance.
"Lad?"
"It's ok, just never felt anything there before. Go on." Tintin answered.
He felt Haddock shift and remove his finger, but still kept his hand on Tintin.
"Gonna feel another touch, my boy, might be a bit cold."
It wasn't exactly cold, but in relation to the older man's warm finger he still twitched a little, his anal muscles tightening and then loosening as he felt something press gently against his opening.
His lungs were inhaling and exhaling rapidly, but not exactly panting either. He could feel himself tighten up and took a deep breath and relaxed.
Tintin barely felt the first bead enter into him. Just a slight pressure, but it was enough to know that something had gone inside him.
"Feel that my love?"
He tightened his anal muscles around the small round object and found he could feel it. It was a bit strange, but certainly not unpleasant. "Yes, I can. Its…odd feeling, but kind of…nice. It is very small though."
"Let's try this one then, ok?" The Captain asked, and Tintin felt the smaller one slide a bit deeper while his anal muscles were opened just a bit wider than before as another bead first pressed against and then slid inside him. Again, it felt odd, but also good. Very pleasurable.
Rather than say how good it felt, Tintin gave a low moan of delight.
He moaned again as the third bead followed the other's in their wake, shoving the first two deeper yet.
And then his eyes widened as the beads were quickly pulled out, the anal muscles popping over and around them. The sensation was heavenly.
He pulled his thighs a little closer, and tightened his anus in response to the still remarkable feeling of having something inside him.
"Oooh, Captain! Archie! That feels good!"
Chuckling in answer, Haddock gave his buttock another squeeze. "Thought you would like it. Ready for more?"
"Oh yes!"
Once again Tintin was treated to the exquisite sensation as first one, then the second and then the third bead was re-inserted in to him. The Captain was being incredibly gentle and moved slowly, taking his time. Tintin relaxed a bit more, even thought he was trembling slightly from anticipation.
The fourth one he definitely felt push against and then into him, giving him a nice feeling of being stretched. He lifted his hips just a bit. Haddock kept it inside him, gently turning the device in circles. Tintin bit his lip and then groaned, tilting his head back slightly.
Then he felt the four beads slide deep as the fifth one pressed lightly against his opening. He let out a low, long groan as it pushed inside, spreading him wider yet. His anus was beginning to exhibit a slight burning sensation, but rather than being disagreeable actually added to the pleasingly exotic experience.
Once more the Captain pulled the string out, and Tintin gave a small cry each time a bead exited from him.
He lay there for a moment, relishing the sensations that seemed to pulse from his anus and rectum. Suddenly realizing that other nearby areas were just as thrilled, he noted that his cock was becoming aroused. Not fully, just pleasantly hardened, standing up just a little. As if it too, wanted only to send greetings to the wondrous enjoyments being paid to an area not normally engaged in sex. At least not in Tintin's limited experience.
Feeling a slight pressure on him, he smiled as he was again treated to the beads sinking deep inside him, one after the other. He didn't hold back the shiver of delight, or his voice. He hummed, sighed, moaned and groaned as each round ball opened his anus wider as they got thicker, finally stopping with the sixth ball resting gently against him.
"Going to get bigger yet, my boy. You let me know if you feel any discomfort, you hear? Don't go thinking that you can tough it out. This is supposed to give you pleasure. I don't want to ever hurt you, even if it's by your own stubbornness."
Nodding then realizing that the older man probably couldn't see him, he responded "Don't worry, my friend. I'm liking this, really liking this. It feels good. Stretchy and kind of burny, but it's…really good." He gave a wriggle just to confirm his words. "I'm glad you decided we needed a break earlier, so you could go out and get this. If the other 'things' in that bag are half as good as this, I'll be cross-eyed and slack-jawed by morning."
Laughing, the Captain responded. "Got all sorts of delights in there, my laddie. May get to them, may not. But I am very glad you like this. Makes me hope…"
"Archie?" Tintin queried as the man stopped.
"Later, lad, my love, my little angel. Don't want to rush things." Haddock answered. "Now, ready to go on?"
"Uhhh-huh!" Tintin replied with eagerness, spreading his legs even wider.
The sixth bead was pushed slowly into him and he felt a much more noticeable stretch on his anal muscles. Tensing, he felt the movement stop. He slowly relaxed and then tilted his hips up, hoping the Captain would get the hint that he wanted to continue.
After a moment, the bead was fully inserted into him and the pressure eased.
Feeling the seventh ball lightly pressing against him, Tintin moaned. The six balls already inside him felt heavenly. He had squeezed his anus and rectum muscles a few times and had gotten great delight out of sensing each and every one of them.
Slowly the seventh was pushed into him. He moaned, then groaned and finally grunted as the bead slipped past the tight anal ring. It was all he could do to keep from writhing in enjoyment. And he was making sure to tell his lover as well, not wanting the man to stop this delicious experience for anything.
A plentitude of Ohhh, Archie's, aahhh, yes's and mmmm, feels so good's were interspersed between moans, sighs and groans of great pleasure. If he had known having something up inside him felt so good, he'd have been experimenting long ago.
He gave a cry of delight as bead's number seven, six and five were pulled out of him, and then replaced one by one. Again and again he was treated to this ecstatic experience, his anal muscles stretched out tight only to relax, feeling the burn from the friction, even though there had been plenty of lubrication.
He began to move his hips up to receive them and then back as they were pulled out.
Once more the beads were pulled out to the fourth one, and then as they were pushed back in he found himself being stretched the furthest he'd been. By this time, he'd gotten so used to the sensations that it was just another bead and he readily accepted it, didn't even realize that the last one was resting gently inside him.
"Laddie, doing okay?"
"Mmmmm, oh Archie. Keep…keep pushing them in, please." He muttered in answer, his attention on his lower half. By this time he was fully erect and beginning to feel the need to seek relief. Humping his hips up and down in response to the in and out motions of the beads had set his groin on fire, and his shaft and balls had reacted accordingly. He wasn't sure which felt better, the pressure in his erection and scrotum, or the pressure in his rectum. They were beginning to merge into one big, phenomenal, incredible, head-spinning, fist clenching bliss.
Once again the older man pulled a few of the beads out, and then pushed them in again. Slowly at first and then just a little faster, until the sound of the beads exiting him made a 'popping' sound.
Tintin arched his back and sucked in his breath, letting it out with a loud cry.
Nothing…had…ever…felt…so…good!
And when the Captain removed the hand that had been holding Tintin's buttock and took hold of the youth's shaft and began to stroke him up and down, and kept pulling and pushing the beads in and out of him, Tintin just lost himself to the overwhelming nirvana and thrust up into that hand and down onto that delightful device and kept circling higher and higher.
When wave after wave swept over him, he cried out his lover's name over and over until the sparkling lights behind his eyelids faded.
And that's when Tintin couldn't help but think - there's more? There's more!