The Boyfriend

My most vivid memory of my time with my first boyfriend was one time after we'd been to Ann Summers (a sex shop) and bought a big, thick, smooth, metal vibrator. When we were alone in the house he used to turn it up to max and push it all the way inside me. It was way thicker than his cock and it hurt when he did it so roughly. Anyway, the memory is of one night we were lying on his bedroom floor and his parents were asleep in the next room. It was a false wall between the two rooms where one bigger room had been divided up, so we always had to be pretty quiet. He was on top of me kissing me and I was thinking about trying that vibrator up my bum, but I'd never really done any real anal with him or anyone before*, just by myself, and I was embarrassed to say it. I sheepishly told him, "you know when you put that vibrator inside me... I want you to put it... somewhere else. He darted for the bedside drawer, got it out and forced it right up my arse with little thought about how that might feel. I screamed and he took it straight out and apologised and said he never wanted to hurt me. I told him it was ok and I wanted him to keep going, but he was worried that his parents who were sleeping next door might be wondering what the fuck was going on. I told him I didn't care what they heard, I wanted him to put it up my arse again, and I realised I liked the thought that his parents could hear their son fucking my arse with a big metal dildo.