"You're incredible," Alexander breathes, his breath tickling my lips. Only slowly do I come down from my high. Hard and demanding, his erection presses against my ass and I breathe far too fast, clawing desperately at his strong upper arms. Feeling Alexander's hard cock against my ass doesn't make it any better. The aftermath of my orgasm is still clearly felt. My hands tremble slightly and my legs feel strangely numb too. Not to mention the trembling. Why am I shivering like this?

"Are you cold?" asks Alexander and I shake my head dreamily.
"No," I reply.
"I'm not cold. On the contrary. I..." I am at a loss for words, my head is still spinning and slowly the realisation of what has just happened comes. Lovingly he smiles at me, his hands gently caress my back and I feel like I'm walking on air. Strong and fast, my heart still beats the same beat as Alexander's. Everything is so peaceful and yet the air around us crackles. Excitement, joyful anticipation of what may come and electrifying sparks charged with lust, desire and longing.

"Alexander. That was incredible. Fuck your tongue. But you didn't have to do that," I say.
"What are you trying to tell me?" Uncertainty in his voice. I close my eyes for a moment, take a deep breath and decide to tell him the truth. At least half the truth.
"That it was the best blowjob of my life," I reply in a whisper. Alexander's eyes light up and sighing, I watch the tip of his tongue pushing through the gap of his seductive lips. Only lightly, a brief moment, but it makes all the hairs on my skin stand up. Fuck, that's hot. How can it be that the sight of a tongue makes my hormones run in circles?

"Shall we find somewhere more comfortable? The floor is pretty hard."
"Not just that one," I say, biting my lower lip in embarrassment. A murmur and the flash of hot desire in his eyes encourage me to gyrate my hips. Alexander presses me firmly against his body and bites lightly into my shoulder. Even though the orgasm I just experienced was a flight of fancy of a special kind, I wish to feel Alexander even longer and deeper. His lips wander over my shoulder, spreading gossamer kisses on every inch of skin and I can hardly hide my newly awakened arousal. Hot, my cock presses against his belly, my hips gyrate sensually, eliciting excited throaty moans from the man of my dreams.

What is he doing to me and my body that my feelings are doing a wild dance and I am already moaning in Alexander's bedroom? I don't know and actually I don't care. There's no room for doubt now. Actually. And yet there remains a last vestige of uncertainty, an oppressive feeling in my chest and fear. Fear. It's my first time with a man, or any other human being for that matter. No dildo or prostate stimulator. It is Alexander and his fingers gently gliding over my cleft. Alexander spreading hot kisses on my neck and making me moan in pleasure. It's a lot better than in my imagination. Because it is quite capable of withstanding the scrutiny of bestselling authors of erotic literature. Maybe even more than that. Countless hours of fantasies were produced by my hormone-driven mind. But Alexander is Alexander and Alexander sucks tenderly on my earlobe and licks the tip of his seductive tongue over the small hollow.

I want him to fuck me. Hard and without restraint. I want him. So much.
"I think we're agreed that you're passive?" Yes. A thousand times yes and so yes. I want to feel him, deep inside me and can do nothing but whimper. His fingers slide ceaselessly over my butt crack, gentle pressure on the sensitive muscle and my lust increases.
"Hold on," he murmurs in my ear and I wrap my legs around his waist, folding my arms in his neck and praying for Alexander's legs to support our weight. I look at his beautiful face with a dreamy gaze. A soft pink adorns the high cheekbones and the black hair bears the marks of my hands. Alexander's hands are under my thighs and as he walks out of the bathroom, his erection brushes the heated skin of my bottom. Spreading my legs, the friction over my muscle is insurmountable and I'm almost going crazy. Where is he taking me and how long will we be on the road? I don't know and press my body closer to his. An excited heartbeat meets mine, soft skin transmits warmth to the receptors in my head. Security, love, affection, desire.

My lips kiss the soft skin on Alexander's neck softly, light as a feather, and I hear him sigh comfortingly. The heat of his body drives me crazy. Together we climb the path to unimagined heights, the abyss not yet visible. However, the fiery desire bubbles hotly in our veins. Alexander's bare feet carry me through the living area and a last glance at the portrait of his best friend makes me doubt for a moment. It's our first date, we don't know each other. And yet I'm headed straight for his bedroom and the last hours of my innocent soul. I remember the stairs up into unfamiliar rooms and let my expelled breath bounce hard against Alexander's neck. He falters, stands with one leg on the stair step and breathes a kiss into the crook of my neck.

"What's wrong?" he asks, and I hear slight concern.
"Nothing. It's all good."
"You sure? Because I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do," he says urgently.
"Look at me Magnus." And there it is again. The swirl of fiery lust and in its midst a shining spark of affection.
"Tell me what you want," he whispers close to my mouth. Hot breath tickles my lips. I know exactly what I want. I want him. But my thoughts won't stand still and fear eats torturously through my skin. I push the thought away as best I can. We are two grown men, in the prime of our lives, full of hormones and lust and the knowledge that no matter what happens, tomorrow is another day. Greedily I press my lips to his. A little taken by surprise, Alexander catches himself surprisingly quickly and returns the demanding kiss that tells him everything and needs no further words.

He climbs the last few metres quickly and I could swear he takes two steps at once. I don't know for sure, clinging tightly to his strong chest and trusting Alexander blindly. Yet my imagination forms its own images of Alexander and me on our way to pure happiness. Our kiss is erratic and hard, full of urgency and desire.
With a stifled cry, I land in deliciously scented soft sheets and feel cool silk under my fingers. Starved, with a look soaked in lust, Alexander stands in front of the bed. His eyes caress my body and I too crave every inch of his skin. I see him for the first time in all his beauty and could scream with happiness. He is even more beautiful than in my dreams. And even though I'm embodying the gay cliché par excellence right now, that's how much I enjoy the sight.

Alexander has muscles in places I didn't know you could have muscles in. His shoulders are the starting point for the harmony between sensuality and eroticism. Soft light from the wintry moon caresses his body, revealing a play of shadows with rises and falls, shapely muscular upper arms, biceps filled with power and strength, and beneath the pale skin, webs of muscle and sinew. At the sight of his broad chest with its downy hair, fine pulses of electric thrills tingle in the tips of my fingers. I can hardly wait to let my hands glide over his skin and explore a new world together. I hardly dare to lower my gaze for fear of bringing our erotic adventure to an abrupt end. If the upper part of Alexander looks so fantastic and godlike, what about the important parts of his body?

He licks his seductive lips and I claw tightly into the sheet. The rest of his body is just as adorable as what I have already seen. A pronounced abdominal musculature, fine lines of dark shadow and a cock standing hard and steep. The tip shining wetly draws all my attention to one target. I want to know what he feels like, to taste the flavour of his pleasure on my tongue while listening to the sounds coming from his mouth. He is so beautiful and my heart runs a true marathon. Slightly overwhelmed by the sight of him and the realisation that this stunning man is about to be mine, I swallow dryly and lie motionless in front of him. Alexander's gaze is directed upwards, just as it was when we met in wintry Central Park. I almost expect to see mistletoe hanging over us. But this is not the case.
"Fuck," it escapes me. I see myself and my aroused body. There is a large mirror hanging from the ceiling.

I only know this from films. Clearly pornographic films and for a moment I think about whether I want this. Am I ready to watch myself having sex? To see Alexander's body moving rhythmically on top of mine? The answer is unclear and I put off answering until later. The reflection on the ceiling shows me Alexander sliding gracefully over my body. His lips graze my arousal and, moaning, I watch us and his handsome backside. He lowers his pelvis, pushes through his back and rests his head on the back of my neck. We look at each other through the eyes of the mirror and I feel the hot pulsing of his hard cock against mine. Throaty moans reach my ear. Whether from Alexander or me, maybe from both of us, I can't tell. I am far too caught up in my circling thoughts and the sight that presents itself to me.

Alexander moves his pelvis, creates friction between our bodies and I feel hot. So unspeakably hot and a tingling sensation travels through my body. I breathe heavily and spread my legs, giving Alexander space and uninhibited access to my cock and other places. I would never have believed that a mirror could be so erotic in this part of the room. Alexander increases the pace, we moan together and I close my eyes, feeling the heat of his cock against mine and the tugging in my loins heralds another ecstatic experience. Drops of pleasure mingle with soft sighs and intoxicating moans.
"Aku akan segera kembali. Alexander," I gasp. He doesn't understand what I'm saying and I so don't care right now. All that matters is that he keeps moving and the wave of ecstasy shoots from my loins.

"Wait. Not like that," he says, breathing heavily, and rolls over next to me on the other side of the bed. Frustrated and with the end approaching, I look in the mirror and see us. Two men, aroused, sweaty and with clear intentions. Alexander reaches for my hand and intertwines our fingers. An unusual sight and I smile softly. Unusual to look at each other through a mirror and just enjoy the silence between us. Nothing but our hearts and the steadily slowing breath can be heard. For a while we lie side by side on the big bed with the dark blue sheets and don't speak a word. I don't know what to say and fear that Alexander has changed his mind. However, my excitement is sinking, slight frustration is spreading.
"I have something for you," Alexander suddenly says into the silence. For me?
"What is it?"
"I'll show you. Sit down." His hand leaves mine, as does his body, and I instantly feel cold. Mixed feelings make me doubt if we are doing the right thing or if we should wait. The fog of excitement has left my head and so clearly fear and uncertainty come out again. Yet I want this so much, to feel and taste him, with all my senses.

I turn my head in the direction of his disappearance and catch a glimpse of his tight ass. Perfect. There is no other word and even though it may sound cheesy, it is the truth.
"What are you doing?", I ask uncertainly. He opens a small cupboard and bright light shines towards us. A fridge? Alexander actually has a small fridge in his bedroom. Curious, I sit up and try to get a glimpse of the contents of the frosty appliance. There is the sound of ice in a container and metal on metal. What is he up to? The champagne bottle which flashes greedily at me remains untouched. Pity. A sip of the cold tingling drink would be just the thing right now. Disappointed, I growl as Alexander closes the fridge and it hides again behind a door made of light wood. Amused, he glances at me and sets the small bowl down on the bedside table. I haven't had time to look around yet, but I immediately recognise the harmonious picture of dark floorboards and light-coloured furniture.

The wall in front of which the gigantic bed stands is decorated with the same bricks as in the living area. Fascinated, I look at the picture, centred above the bed and with a clear message.
"Clary painted that picture. It's been hanging here for three years. As long as I've lived in New York and this flat," Alexander answers my silent question.
"It's beautiful. And a clear statement. I wish I had experienced the same thing as you," I reply.
"What, a serious illness and the early death of your parents?" There are no words of anger, no mockery or contempt. Neutral, yet cool.
"No. That's not what I meant. I'm sorry," I say apologetically. I didn't mean it that way and yet I can understand if he wants me to leave. Ashamed, I look down at my fingers, knot them together and steer my thoughts in another direction. Of course I don't succeed and the attempt to normalise my excited heartbeat fails miserably. How could this have happened? In one sentence I have destroyed the mood between us.

Because this picture, it is so beautiful. Two hands clearly male, strong muscular forearms and fingers intertwined. They form a unit, a beautiful tattoo begins on the left man's arm, nestling harmoniously with muscles and tendons, fine lines continue to travel across his lover's skin. Framed by a rainbow, slightly pale and blurred, yet a clear message to anyone who enters this room.
"Magnus?"
"I didn't mean to offend you," I say, still looking down at my hands.
"You didn't." I feel his large hand against my cheek, feel the warmth of his skin and the tenderness in that gesture. Immediately that excited tingle is back and Alexander strokes my thigh lovingly.
"Are you going to tell me? What did you mean?"

"You never had to hide your sexuality," I say softly.
"No, I didn't have to. But you don't have to here either. And certainly not from me. You can be whoever you want to be. And if you're not ready for the next step, I'll wait Magnus. I'll wait until you're ready. We don't have to have sex. We can also watch a movie or just talk to each other." My head jerks up and startled, I look into his beautiful blue eyes. There is a tremendous strength looking back at me, a determination that his every word is sincere.
"You can't imagine how much I want this. Want you," I say quickly.
"I told you that earlier."
"Only, unfortunately, I didn't understand you. So I guess you'll have to repeat it again. For me," Alexander replies, and the tone of his voice has dropped several octaves. Immensely rough, excited and absolutely sexy.

"You have no idea," I whisper.
"No, you have no idea," he answers and his fingers glide tenderly over my thigh.
"What do you have for me," I ask. My gaze wanders over to the bowl which still stands untouched on the bedside table.
"Come here," Alexander orders in a rough voice, sitting down with his back against the head of the bed. He pulls me authoritatively onto his lap and I place my hands on his chest, enjoying the pleasant warmth of Alexander's skin and eagerly awaiting his next action. Cold makes me wince and I hold my breath for a moment. Groaning, I release it again and look into Alexander's aroused face.
"This one's for you," he says and I look down at my chest and the metallic plug that circles my nipple.
"I prefer silicone," I press out excitedly. Alexander circles an ice cube around my other nipple and now I know what was in the bowl. Ice cubes and a beautiful butt plug with a sparkling black stone on the end.

Fuck this is so hot, I can hardly describe it. The coldness of the ice cubes makes my nipples stand up and get hard. Every touch of the tip of the cold plug makes me shiver with greed and a tingling shiver runs down my spine and spreads to the last fibre of my body. Groaning, I claw into Alexander's chest. Never in my life would I have believed that cold on my skin would arouse me so much.
"Prepare yourself Magnus. I want to watch you do it." Alexander doesn't tolerate any backtalk, I hear that clearly and again my insides tingle pleasantly. The kind of dominance, his words, excite me immensely and I quickly reach for the plug. Alexander spreads a generous load of lubricant on the tip of the metallic toy. Cool fingers glide gently over my butt crack, a finger demanding a way into my hot tightness and a kiss so passionate, burning with blazing fire, I forget that my innocence will soon be a thing of the past.

"You are beautiful Magnus," Alexander croons against my lips. A kiss as light as a feather, yet vibrating with desire. Alexander's eyes light up with joy at the sight that awaits him. I am a little nervous and trembling, I guide the plug behind my back, let the tip slide over my butt crack and try not to look too embarrassed. Never before has another man watched me satisfy myself. This has always taken place alone in my flat. The plug grazes the back of his hand and immediately it replaces Alexander's finger. A few times I run the toy over my entrance, enjoying the feeling, the small pulses of electric thrusts and the excited tingling. I love plugs and have several of these wonderful ecstasies in a box under my bed. Alexander has retrieved a new ice cube from the tray, traces a damp cold trail on my body. His slender fingers glide over my heated skin and with a deep look into his storm-soaked eyes, I press the plug into my tightness.
"Don't you dare hold back," he growls, squeezing my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and I moan unrestrained at the double stimulation and his demanding manner.

"Yes, just like that." His arousal sparkles at me, dark blue framed by the veil of lust. My hand moves the plug, enjoying the feel of the cool metal boring inch by inch into my hot tightness. With my eyes closed, I feel everything, Alexander's fingertips on my skin, probing inch by inch. His tongue on my neck, hot breath tickling and sending renewed shivers down my body. My partner's erection on my belly, only slight and yet so clearly perceptible to me. Alexander strokes my chest, I breathe frantically, feel the plug deep inside me and his caresses on my skin.
"Fuck this is so hot. Look at it Magnus," he breathes and I open my eyes, seeing Alexander with his head on the back of my neck and lust-soaked eyes. Shaking, I claw at his chest, look in the mirror above us and see two men, young, beautiful, caught up in their lust and the storm of emotions.

Begging, my penis stretches towards him, I whimper softly as the plug brushes over my prostate and hear Alec moan throatily.
"Fuck yeah. That's exactly how I want you. More Magnus," he murmurs and I give him more, letting the plug slide out of my ass and back in with quick and powerful movements. I imagine it is Alexander's hard penis filling me. Feel the heat in my body, a tingling in my heart, it spreads. Left, right, up, down, it's just everywhere. My veins are flooded full of hot adrenaline and the bliss of the moment. Warm lips roam over my jaw, kisses breathed and the next moment urgent again. Alexander presses his lips firmly against my carotid artery, feeling the heat and desire in my veins, pure life and pleasure.

"Alexander, sentuh aku. Tolong, anda harus menyentuh penis saya. Saya tidak tahan lagi," I beg. And even though he doesn't understand anything like what I say, he does understand one word. Because Alexander puts his hand around my throbbing penis and I immediately thrust faster with the plug into my tightness. His stroking fingers feel incredibly good, the pressure eases a little and I let myself fall, feel the tingling in my loins and moan loudly and uninhibitedly. I don't care if the neighbours hear me or Alexander minds. I want to savour my approaching ecstasy.
"Aku akan segera kembali. Iya," I moan.
"Magnus, fuck what does that mean?" asks Alexander excitedly.
"I'm about to cum. Go ahead, please."
"No," he answers harshly. His knowing fingers leave my hardness, demanding Alexander grips my wrist and removes the plug from my ass. Frustrated, I look up into his aroused face, cheeks shimmering that wonderful soft pink again, the raging storm in the blue irises having turned into a full-blown hurricane. I see the greed and the desire, could lose myself in it and never emerge again. Alexander fumbles for the lube, applies a generous amount to his penis and I dare a look, swallowing dryly at the intoxicating sight of his long slender fingers stroking his penis with pleasure.
"Fuck Alexander... I..."

That's as far as I get. Alexander grabs me tightly by my waist, lifts me from his lap and presses me belly-first into the silky sheet. Soft feathery kisses travel over my heated skin, I feel him all over my body. Soft lips, caressing hands, electrifying sparks that burst with each kiss on my spine like raindrops on the asphalt. I claw into the sheet moaning, Alexander wastes no time. His swollen glans presses against my entrance and I draw in a hissing breath. The smell of Alexander tickles my nose, fogging my senses even more than this lovemaking already does. The blood rushes in my ears, enveloping my mind in a wadded mist. I have no idea what will happen next, how far his dominance will go and how far my lust will reach.

"Magnus," Alexander murmurs in my ear. Powerfully the tip of his penis pushes into my tightness, I hear the sound of his pleasure, feel hot breath on my neck and kisses, breathed, feather light, gentle and tender, which are meant to distract me from the onset of pain. Breathe, I have to breathe. I can't, I feel like I'm tearing up inside. Tears press against my closed eyelids, Alexander lifts my pelvis and now he has the space he needs to penetrate my ass without restraint. It hurts, I'm breathing far too frantically, my heart is racing, can hardly be stopped and I feel like I'm going to collapse at any moment. I should say something, but I can't. My head screams 'stop' but my heart whispers 'finally'. It almost certainly shouldn't feel like this, torn and scary. Alexander's grip is firm, his strong hands pinning me to the bed by my shoulder girdle, all air escaping with a deep groan. Alexander moans, claws the heated skin of my hip with his right hand. I feel pressure and pain, a burning and then everything is still. Alexander doesn't move, enjoys this moment and I feel his excited heartbeat which presses strongly and pulsatingly against my ribs. The heat of our bodies mixes with the smells of sex and desire.

I am afraid, feel paralysed and only want to cry. All too clearly I feel Alexander's throbbing arousal inside me. Uncertainty overtakes me, I have no idea what to do, try to breathe calmly and not lose my mind. Lips wander over my skin, caressing and pampering. They are supposed to give me a feeling of calm and security, but the opposite is the case. I am far too nervous and my dreams are just bursting, carried away by the whirlwind of reality. In my dreams, my partner was always loving and attentive to me. No pain, no fear, just pure love and bliss.
"Fuck Magnus, I can't keep this up for long. You're so hot and I'm going to fuck you now," he murmurs in my ear and follows his words with action. With powerful thrusts his penis penetrates me again and again, I claw into the sheet, bedding my forehead firmly on the mattress beneath me. Alexander changes the angle, moans and bites the back of my neck as glistening bright blue sparks explode before my closed eyes. Fuck, what was that? The bite and the tip of his hard cock, that spot again and again and I am now literally melting under him. My tense muscles relax, tingling passion spreads rapidly through my quivering body. It is so different from my masturbation. Fulfilling, but also painful.

But the pain gives way to pleasure and in time I want nothing more than more of Alexander and his hand around my throbbing hot penis. My fear is too great, I don't dare let go of the unclinging sheet. Alexander does exactly what he told me to do. He fucks me, hard and fast. I feel him everywhere, his lips on my sensitive skin at the nape of my neck, sharp teeth nibbling and demanding. No resistance, no escape. His firm grip on my hips and above all the hard cock inside me which incessantly pushes against my prostate at a pace beyond good and evil, taking me to other unimagined dimensions. It is not what existed in my imagination for so many years. Yet I find it hard to deny that it does not leave me cold.

Passion and ecstasy mix, gathering in each thrust of his loins and I am just a whimpering moaning something under his body. Alexander's throaty moan, the most beautiful I've heard so far, creates a storm of emotion. I feel high, like on drugs, my mind hidden behind a wall of adrenaline, endorphins, dopamine and ecstasy. A cocktail of a special kind and together we find a beat, our sounds finding a common rhythm. Hearts beating in unison, hard demanding, longing for each other and the certainty that nothing will be the same the next morning.
"Touch yourself," Alexander says and I shake my head, overwhelmed.
"No. I... I can't... move. Fuck Alexander, fuck... Persetan denganku. Ya Tuhan."
"I'm holding you Magnus. Touch yourself, let's come together." My knees ache from the weight of my body and Alexander's powerful thrusts. But I manage it, he presses my upper body into the sheet demanding. Moving gently around my penis, I dare a glance over my shoulder and give myself fully to this new unique sensation. Seeing Alexander, above me, inside me, with dark eyes, lust-veiled and full of greed. Sweat is on his forehead, the tips of his night-black hair shine wetly and softly I whisper his name again and again. Interrupted by moans and then finally the time has come.

Alexander moves inside me more urgently, hard and firm, choppy yet well-aimed thrusts and the fire in my veins blazes hotly. Like a volcano, my orgasm rises to the surface, spreading hot lava flows of pleasure inside me. Everything tingles and burns, floods my mind and I just let go. I feel the urgent need to release the ecstasy, like waves it runs through every fibre of my body. My fingers are numb and I can't feel my legs either. Only tingling and crackling all the way to the tips of my toes. I come loudly, uninhibited, completely free of bad thoughts. Alexander follows me only a few seconds later. I feel the pulsing of his cock deep inside me, it sends an ecstatic shiver across my skin. I am hot, so unspeakably hot and threaten to burn inside.
"Magnus." The most beautiful words from his mouth, drawn out and breathed.
"Magnus." I am mesmerised at the intensity of my torn feelings, the indescribable orgasm and Alexander so beautiful with his parted lips and absolute ecstasy in the expression of his eyes.

Panting, he collapses on top of me, pressing our sweaty bodies into the sheets. I can hardly breathe and before I can say anything, Alexander lies down on his side, leaving me unheeded. His penis leaves my confines and I draw in a hissing breath. A sudden emptiness overcomes me, I feel cold and shiver. What has just happened here? The fog of arousal lifts, clearly and distinctly I realise that I have had sex. My first anal sex and then also with Alexander. My bottom hurts, my heart beats far too fast and I try to suppress the panic that is rising. Alexander lies behind me, I hear his strained breathing and feel hot tears running down my cheeks. Ashamed, I bury my face deep in Alexander's sheets, the smell of him and sex settling comfortingly over me. Straining to stop the flow of things, I sob and feel only half as good as I should. Alexander's cum leaks out of my ass, I am so infinitely embarrassed. I miss his closeness and I can't stop it now. More and more tears leave my eyes, burning hot and detached.

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What Magnus says to Alec:

"Aku akan segera kembali."
Coming.

"Alexander, sentuh aku. Tolong, Anda harus menyentuh penis saya. Saya tidak tahan lagi."
Alexander, touch me. Please you have to touch my penis. I can't take it anymore.

"Persetan denganku. Ya tuhan."
Fuck me. Oh, God.