"What dirty thoughts do you have?", I immediately join in Magnu's game. His left hand traces paths over muscles and tendons, the plug in his ass elicits sweet sounds from my lover's lovely mouth.
"Dr Alexander," Magnus moans, throwing his head back and beginning to stroke his swollen penis with urgent desire. My arousal is back, pressing against the fabric of the towel that lies tightly around my hips. The sight of Magnus makes me forget everything, my resolution and the struggle for self-control takes a new place. I swallow hard, looking at Magnus with a hungry gaze and his hand with the shiny ring tightly gripping the toy's handle.
"Fuck you're so sexy," I breathe, watching Magnus twist the plug in his ass and push it deep into his tightness again and again. He moans loudly and uninhibitedly, creating satisfaction for himself. His body quivers with lust and desire, his chest rises and falls rapidly. I think I hear the violent beating of his heart, mixed with the sweet sounds that pearl over his sinful lips.

I wish it were my lips receiving the hot breath, lost in an intimate kiss that blurs the world around us. My legs tremble, as does the rest of my body, and I just can't manage to move. Magnus's fingers stroke the warm fabric around my hips, tracing the contours of my member, and I dig my fingers firmly into his thigh. Magnus gasps and I'm not sure if it's satisfaction or pain.
"Fuck." Magnus's play takes everything out of me, I can barely contain myself, squeezing one thigh apart, Magnus spreads the other side without prompting and I see the sparkling blood red stone in his ass. Beautiful. And not one of mine, it flashes through my mind.

"The towel has to go Dr Alexander," Magnus breathes, moving his fingertips further over the bulge and I moan as his hand cups my arousal and he uses light pressure to express his desire.
"Why?", I ask, feigned ignorance. A whole separate film is playing in my head. Magnus beneath me, with the metal toy in his ass and my cock in his mouth.
"Because it's interfering. It interferes with my treatment."
"What treatment do you have in mind Mr. Bane?"
"Your cock in my mouth and breath taking sex." Magnu's words make me shudder, heat flooding my body. Drivingly, my fingertips caress the tender skin of his thigh, a tremor goes through his body and I am caught up in the sight of his lust and desire. I capture every inch of his adorable body, memorising the sounds and the interplay of muscles. Even the fine beads of sweat that flow over Magnu's caramel-coloured skin. They find their way over valleys and mounds, dripping onto the sheet beneath him, and I moan loudly as his fingers push through the gap in the towel and touch my hard penis. Just light, gentle stroking and I forget to breathe. Feeling intoxicated by the images in my head, the reality in front of me and Magnu's words.

"Yes I have dirty thoughts and right now they are all with them.... them naked... Dr. Alexander", I hear Magnus, feel his hand which is tightly wrapped around my cock. Knowing fingers run over heated skin and if I didn't know Magnus was inexperienced until recently, hot jealousy would run through my veins. Jealousy of any other guy who got to feel my boyfriend's hands. The thought terrifies me, I'm not the jealous type. But Magnus does something to me. I want him, all and for myself.
"Then get what you want," I say, dragging my nails across the insides of Magnus's thighs and promptly the knot loosens and the towel slides off my hips. Eagerly I wait for Magnu's reaction, he is no stranger to the sight of my naked body and yet the reaction I expected sets in. His glazed eyes darken, he licks his lips again and again and I see his struggle. Two worlds screaming at each other, the fire in his eyes and suddenly all is still. Magnus stops the movement around my penis, only his thumb strokes my swollen tip and I feel the adrenaline in my veins. Magnus makes me wait, I want him to decide.

"You decide," I whisper.
"I have a fantasy."
"Which one? You can tell me anything. It's okay," I try to reassure Magnus. He's visibly nervous, biting his lower lip incessantly, letting the rosy flesh slide through his teeth, and the sight almost drives me crazy. I love everything about him, his insecure side and the controlled one. Moments when he knows exactly what he wants and takes it, as well as when thoughts race through his head like a thousand swirling dots on a long piece of parchment.
"I have a favourite," he whispers and I suck in a sharp breath. Fuck.
"Go on," I demand, because I want to know what he has in mind.
"The top is coming on the bottom's belly while he continues to penetrate the other's hole with the dildo. Before that he fucked him hard. I always found that extremely horny," Magnus reveals his secret fantasy to me and I don't think twice about the fact that it comes similar to what we had. On the night of our first date, the first and last time we had sex.

We are still both very aroused. Tense to the max, you might say. As Magnus spoke, he began to resume the movements around my cock. Fast and relentless. I see the images right in front of me. The man is tall and muscular, with dark slightly curly hair and large hands that fit the contours of the other body beautifully. The boy is no older than twenty with black hair and distinctly Asian features. He resembles Magnus and I think I know the strip my friend is talking about.

"Silence?", I ask and Magnus looks at me with wide eyes and parted lips.
"Yes," he breathes. His voice trembles and so do his legs. I feel the vibration clearly under my fingertips, catching a glimpse of Magnus' hand rubbing visibly faster over his hard cock. I playfully pinch his nipple, Magnus gasps and I can clearly hear his quickened breathing, see the vein on his neck pulsing hotly and allow myself a moment. With my eyes closed, I feel the hot blood pulsing against the tips of my fingers, listen to the sounds of pleasure from his mouth and mix it all with my own sensations.
"Do you want to keep the plug inside you?" Magnus shakes his head, his hand leaving the centre of his lust and the Toy landing rumbling on the floorboards.
"No. That's not what I want," Magnus replies, his look at that moment telling me more than a thousand words. Only reluctantly do my fingers leave his skin, it's a goodbye only for a moment and yet the feeling of missing sets in.

For a moment I stand in front of the open drawer of my bedside table, looking at the various toys, small for stimulating the inner walls and the prostate, large for fulfilling all sexual desires. The metal on the leather handcuffs flashes seductively at me and my head is producing its very own porn strip. With Magnus in the leading role and me catapulting my friend into other dimensions. Again and again I have the images of our first time in front of my eyes. Magnus lying so willingly under me, letting himself be pressed firmly into the sheets and making me the happiest man in the world. At the same time, the images of the naked truth come forth. Magnus curled up with his body quivering and his voice choked with tears. Magnus who, on that all-changing night, lost not only his innocence but also the dream of a romantic and loving first time.

Hesitantly, I turn my head, seeing Magnus still lying in the same position on the bed. His gaze pleading, lips parted. Hands restlessly stroking caramel-coloured skin, fingertips twirling hard nipples and my decision is made. A night-black anal dildo with a tapered shape. Silky smooth balls change to nubby ones, structure and size change the deeper the toy disappears into Magnu's tightness. I can hardly wait to embark on this journey with my beautiful boyfriend. I am only too willing to experience his fantasy. Listening to Magnu's desires, thoughts and dreams is incredibly arousing and as soon as I move between his legs and rub some of the cool gel on his entrance, I hear the words that are at the top of every man's list.
"Fuck me. Shove that thing up my ass. Do it already Alexander."

Magnu's voice demanding, rough and excited the melody of his words. Tenderly, my fingers stroke Magnu's skin, giving love and affection. Full of anticipation, he pushes himself towards my finger, his hole widened by the plug and the tip of the toy slides into Magnus without resistance. The moan from his mouth sounds sweet and perfect. An invitation not to stop, but to give Magnus what he desires. The shaft of the dildo penetrates further and further, three balls disappear without problems and when the nubby fourth big ball is received by Magnus, it is already done for him. His body quivers, his hair hangs sweaty and in wet strands in his forehead. His cheeks are flushed and never before have I had a man lie before me so willingly. Ready to experience the joys of ecstasy through an erotic fantasy and the fulfilment of it. Magnus squirms under the thrusts of the toy, his hand moves quickly over the hard penis and when the first drops wet his belly, I can hardly stand it. The sight of Magnus is breathtaking. He is beautiful, free and detached. My skin burns and the tingling in my loins increases more and more. Every fibre of my body begs me to allow the soothing release. To enter the path together with Magnus, to send all doubts into the infinite expanse.

No sooner is my hand around the heated hard muscle than desire tears me apart from the inside out and it only takes a few seconds for the fire in my veins to reach the last corner. Magnus looks deep into my eyes. His throaty moan, the movements of the man I love, the storm of emotions in his brown-green irises make a perfect symbiosis. Magnu's orgasm literally explodes and I can see it. His breathing stops for a moment and his abdominal wall bulges inwards, hard muscles pressing against the flawless skin. Magnu's arms are close to his body, the graceful athletic form covered in fine goose bumps. One hand claws tightly into the sheet, seeking hold, finds it and the other slides over Magnu's throbbing penis as if out of his mind. Pale pink cheeks, the heat inside him clear for me to see and I wish I could feel it. Magnu's spasming tightness, fiery heat from the depths of his lust.

"Alexander," he moans. The words repeat as if in a mantra. Hearing my name like this is the last barrier that collapses with a crash. The toy in my lover's ass is forgotten and even as the last waves of his orgasm flow through Magnus' womb, he straightens up, removes the dildo and leans on his forearms. I want him, so much and can no longer stop the ecstasy in my loins. With quick movements I rub over my penis, Magnus licks his wet shiny lips and I come moaning loudly with his name on my lips. Spreading my pleasure over his belly and chest, a drop hits his lips and Magnus sighs as the tip of his tongue slowly meets my cum.