Sharon and I have been married close to seven years now, and for the most part it's been great. The sex isn't as plentiful or varied as it was at first, but I gather that's par for the course. I've never felt the need to have sex with anyone else, unless you count Bruno. I consider myself completely straight, but a while back I bought a dildo (that's Bruno) and I like to use it on myself whenever I get a chance. Even that had purely heterosexual origins.
When we were first married, Sharon gave me blowjobs all the time. Once or twice a week was pretty standard, sometimes more. A few times she used her vibrator on me, and I loved it. The first couple of times it was all at the surface, teasing my asshole while she sucked my cock. Then she started putting it inside me, just a little at first, then more. The last couple of times, she put it all the way in, with the vibrator turned up as high as it would go, and I came like a madman.
Then she stopped. I didn't realize it at first, but time went by and the vibrator became a distant memory. She never made a formal announcement, and frankly I didn't have the balls to ask. I still remembered how great it felt, though, and finally, several months ago, I went out and bought myself a dildo.
I call it Bruno, for no special reason. I don't know anyone by that name or anything, it just seems like a real masculine, blue collar kind of name. I think Bruno could be a mechanic or something like that, the kind of guy who is basically straight, but wouldn't pass up a chance to fuck a nice tight ass just because there was a man attached to it.
I was probably a little too ambitious when I chose Bruno. It is a true eight inches long, and pretty thick, hard rubber but flexible enough to do the job without causing me undue discomfort. It was obviously modeled on an uncircumcised black man, and appears to be very life-like, the color of milk chocolate, with a smallish head that flares out to a thick shaft covered with veins. I suppose I could have chosen a more black sounding name, Willy or something, but I don't really need the reminder. I am well aware that when Bruno starts to fuck me, it's a big black cock I'm taking up my ass.
Sharon told me that she was going to visit her friend Laura in Virginia for the weekend, so I began planning for some quality time with Bruno. Sharon left Friday morning, and all day Friday I was nearly useless at work. Luckily it was an easy day, and no one seemed to notice. After work I had dinner at a little Italian place I like, nothing fancy, but I did have a couple of glasses of chianti with dinner. It goes great with Italian food, of course, but also, I have found that some red wine helps me relax and get ready for Bruno.
After dinner I stopped at the adult video store and picked out a couple of DVDs for my entertainment. One was a bisexual story set in the Old West, the other was an interracial gangbang, with five black guys taking turns fucking a cute little white coed. I don't think I'm racist, but there's something about the sight of a big black dick pumping in and out of a tight little white pussy, or ass, or both, that I find hard to resist.
When I got home I gave myself an enema to get myself good and clean down there for Bruno. I took a quick shower to rinse off, then put on my robe and went to the den. I took Bruno out from his hiding place, got the lube, and started the gangbang video, then went to the kitchen to get myself another glass of wine.
I was in the process of opening a new bottle when I heard a tap at the back door, and before I could react my neighbor and best buddy Dan was letting himself in. He went straight to the refrigerator and helped himself to a beer, then headed for the den. "Come on dude, the game's about to start!"
Holy shit! It all happened so fast, I couldn't think what to say, how to stop him before he got to the den. Then he said, "Oh, yeah!" and I knew he had spotted the video. But God, what about Bruno?
I walked into the den and saw Dan standing in the middle of the room, holding the dildo up in front of him. "You were going to fuck yourself with this." It wasn't a question, not exactly an accusation, just a statement of fact. I didn't say a word. Hell, what could I say?
"I'd love to see that," Dan said. "Let me watch!"
"Yeah, right!" I tried to communicate how completely impossible that was.
"I'm serious, man, I'd pay money to see you take this baby up your ass! Please, Benji, I won't tell a soul, just let me watch." Dan is the only person in the world who calls me Benji, and even he rarely uses it. I guess he wanted to show me that he was serious, and that this would be strictly between us buddies.
"The only way that could ever happen is if you were going to help." I thought that would end the discussion. My mistake.
"Sure, you got it! What do you want me to do?"
Well, in for a penny in for a pound, as the saying goes. I explained that I could do it myself, of course, but it required me to get into some uncomfortable positions. If he would take control of the dildo, I could get more comfortable and try some positions that didn't really work when it was just me and Bruno.
Dan was completely agreeable, and I couldn't decide whether to be happy or pissed. What the hell, I decided, go with the flow. "If I'm going to be naked you should be too," I said.
Dan was out of his clothes in an instant, and he already had an erection. The gangbang video was playing, so he might have been reacting to that, but I don't think so. I think this whole scenario was more exciting to him than I had realized. I slipped out of my robe, and there we were, two straight buddies, naked with each other, about to do some exploring together. Dan's cock was practically a twin to my own. At just under seven inches, mine might be a little longer, his a little thicker, but close enough.
