There was an entire aisle dedicated to dildos. Some dangled freely from a hook, while others were neatly packed in hard plastic as if they were action...figures. They came in colors: brown, mocha, white, even purple. Some had bumps on them. Most were penis shaped, others looked like orange construction cones. I briefly considered buying her one of the big daddies but refrained because it cost over $50. Fuck that. Somewhere in my mind, I believed that I would eventually fuck this girl. If that was. I was in a haze of hope and denial for that year because I had found Ellen Nash, a struggling actor, like me. I was lost to her. She was gorgeous, highly photogenic, and with a body to kill for. But then so was I. We were Barbie and Ken. We were any number of sexy pairs of actors and actresses in Hollywood playing revolving mates and raking in the money. Except that we were content with each other and only Ellen was raking in money—and it took the year for even that to make much of an. She didn’t have any idea that I have come. I went to her bed slowly in front of her without making any sound. Then I moved my hand on her face. I kissed her lips. She got up in a shock but instead of shouting, she said, “Mom is outside.”To which I said she went out for some work and will be coming back after an hour. Before saying another word she kissed my lips I too kissed her lips. I was sucking her lips and tongue while kissing she was getting horny. After like 5 minutes of kissing we broke. After the exams I had nothing to do and I started feeling lonely because I didn’t know anyone in Surat and my relatives were not free either.I felt very lonely and horny. I used to masturbate a lot and watch a lot of porn (mostly gay). I was curious about how it felt to be fucked by another guy and I wanted to be fucked at least once.So I decided to download a gay dating app which used GPS to detect people who are nearby. The app was really good and I found many people who lived nearby. Some of.