Bi-curious scenes while masturbating, Part 1

Sometimes my masturbation mind takes me back to experiences I had with another guy as a teenager. I don't pour over those experiences so much, but have new fantasies based on them about a secret life I might have lived as a bi-sexual male. There is a small walk-in closet with a full-length mirror in the bedroom, and when I am home alone that is where I go to beat off. I stand sideways to the mirror with my iPad on a shelf in front of me and shift my gaze between what I am seeing on the iPad and my own profile in the mirror. I love seeing my naked body, my hard dick sticking out in front of me and the curves of my tight muscular ass. My most used bi-curious fantasy is that there is another guy masturbating with me. I see him in the mirror coming up behind me, getting really close to my shapely, bare ass. I see his dick, I see my ass. I feel the excitement and anticipation building. We are both quite young and shapely. (It would not work in my mind any other way.) Whenever he and I beat off together, there is hardly ever a word spoken. It just seems to be understood that at some point he will come up behind me, stroking his dick near my ass, and I will bend over to receive it. While I stroke myself and watch in the mirror, I drag this moment out for the longest time--this moment of anticipation and excitement; this image of the two of us reflected naked in the mirror. I don't currently own a dildo--I have had several in the past but have always discarded them in a guilty moment--so yesterday I took a very large, fat carrot from the fridge, washed and trimmed it just right, and warmed it in a glass of hot water. After setting everything up, I took off my clothes in front of the mirror, except for my tight black undies, and rubbed my nipples while looking at my penis tenting out my shorts, teasing myself. When I couldn't wait any longer, I peeled them off and stood looking at myself, conjuring up the scene that I described above. Then I knelt down as if I was straddling his body and put the fat end of the carrot against my hole. I kept it there for a long minute, rubbing my nipples and beating off lightly, contemplating the feeling of the hot object that would soon be pressing into me; imagining he is underneath me for real and it is the hot tip of his hard penis I am feeling against my asshole. Slowly, I let the fat head challenge my lubricated hole as I pressed down against it. I took a very long time to let it stretch me and to imagine the head of the penis working its way in. Finally it was in and I let it slide all the way in until I felt the tip of it pressing hard against my insides. After savoring that for awhile, I started to beat off in earnest, still fantasizing about a real person under me and inside me. I felt a shudder go through me as I watched the cum spurt out into my hand. In a strange way, I even like the cleaning up, with the slight feeling of guilt and shame going through me. I clean myself front and back and then carefully put the carrot, very warm from my body, in a piece of paper towel and carry it to the kitchen when I can destroy the evidence of my naughtiness in the garbage disposal. Than done, I am free to make a cup of tea and savor the experience and the feeling of relaxation, knowing that someday, sooner or later, I will go through this secret ritual all over again. The next scene, if I write and submit it, involves a guy I actually know and indulged in a fantasy about having a go with.