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I layed there, curled up in the corner of the room, waiting for him to burst in and try his newly discovered way of torture. Last time he held me down on my back on top of an anthill. I layer there helpless as if I were a piece of meat for the ants to feast on. The pain was excruciating, but for a 7 year old, I handled it well.
First day in L.A and I'm already late for breakfast date with my father. My father and I were not close due to the fact that I didn't know he existed. My mother had an affair with him as an act of revenge towards her husband at the time, the man I believed was my father. Luckily never got along with him, in fact I despised him. I was running late but I still decided to shower. My routine always consisted of a shower and a quick jerk session. My cock isn't the biggest or the smallest, I guess you can call it average. 7 inches cut. My hand wrapped around my cock as if it had a mind of its own. Slowly moving up and down and increasing speed until I came close to Cumming. I decided edge a few times, I guess my father won't be mad if I were late. I stepped out and headed to the room to grab my dildo. Stepped back in the shower and with my dildo and lube in hand. Now my dildo is not big. Actually its the same size as my cock. I gently inserted the toy into my ass taking in all of the sensation, massaging my prostate with ever movement. It was so intense my cock spat out all the cum I had saved in from edging, and instantly I felt guilt, shame, loneliness...
I threw on my outfit. Black jeans with some tears here and there, my cherry colored doc martens, my grey slouchy beanie hat, and I wore an over sized graphic tank. Couldnt forget my plugs (gauge) and necklace. At my garage I pressed the button to open the garage door revealing the usual sunny day in west Hollywood. My car's engine turned over with powerful sound. A few years ago I had gotten my self a Nissan 370z nizmo. It'd been my dream car for a while and with hard work I was able to get it. I got in and headed to the small retaurant to meet my dad.
"I thought you were going to bail on me,son" he said with a serious face. The face he always kept. "Why would I do that?" I replied. "I had to do a few things before heading here not to mention I couldn't find the place" half the truth. My father was a big Puerto Rican/native american man. Dark completion, short jet slicked back black hairt, prominent features, full lips. Overall a very attractive man. Next to him was his oldest son, my brother. He didn't like me. He once told me I had taken his place as his dad's favorite son one night he was overly drunk. Honestly I didn't care. My dad and I got along OK. We have a lot in common and always had a good conversation while Jason, my brother, would sit there in silence with the "I fucking hate you" face. Not that I gave a fuck. "How do you like the house Layne?" He asked. "Its fucking sick, man. Thanks again." I replied. Realizing what I had said, I chuckled a bit. My dad had many real estates all over Hollywood and offered me one in west Hollywood. I was hesitant at first but I gave in eventually and that gave him satisfaction.
After the awkward yet fun breakfast date with my father and brother. I decided drive back home and pick up my dogs and take them to the beach. I have two Pitbull terriers, Dita, and luchè. Best dogs ever. Not to mention they can keep up with my active self. I quickly grabbed their leashes and my long board and headed to the beach.
The beach was packed. People everywhere. Hot guys everywhere. Overall eye candy every way I turned to. I clicked the leashes to each dog's harness told them their command "dog" and in an instant I was heading full speed down the beach sidewalk avoiding any one in the way. I was getting look here and there but I didn't care. After some time they dogs were exhausted so I walked over to an empty bench and sat down. Gave the dog water and went on my phone and to see three missed called from my sister, Layla. I dicided to Call her later.
Facebook had my complete attention when I heard someone say "hey, nice dogs. Can I let them?" This someone had the most seductive, sensual, yet soft and gentle voice I'd ever heard. I turn around and see a very familiar face but I couldn't figure out who he was. "Yeah go ahead. The male is luchè, and the female is dita." He approached them dogs and crouched to pet them. The dog went into licking mode which I apologized for. "Sorry. Dita! Luchè enough!" I said "its fine I done mine." He replied. He was possibly the sexiest make I've ever seen. About 6'2 incredibly fit, jet black hair, and completely shaven face, with hints of a five o'clock which led me to believe he usually kept his facial hair fairly stubbly, which is my weakness. He had green eyes and his eyebrows were thick and dark. This man was my ideal guy, but he looked so familiar. "You come here often?" He said as he sat next to me. "This is actually my first day in L.A" I said. I has his devoted attention. "I moved here from New York, to reconnect with my dad, and I had a very good job offer here too." I continued. "Oh cool, how do you like it here so far?" He said. I couldn't stop looking at him, studying him, quickly glimpsing at his buldge. Huge buldge. He had one tight knee high sweats. I'm pretty sure he caught me looking, but he didn't say anything. "I'm digging it, its dope. People are much nicer than in New York. Haven't had a single fight or argument with anyone" I said. He laughed. God his laugh ughhhh. Instant boner. "What do you do anyway" he asked. "Like job wise? Orrr ?" I asked. "Sure" he said. "I'm an illustrator" I answered. "Like a painter?" He asked. "Yeah I get clients who are looking for someone to illustrate their ideas. Like books, videos games, movies, and so on. what about you?" I said. "Oh thats cool, I'm an actor" he said and instsntly it clicked! He was Tyler Preston! He starred in the hit TV series The beast inside. He usually wears a short stubble on show and his hair longer, which is why I didn't recognize him. "Yeah you star in The beast inside, great show" I said trying to keep cool. "Yeah haha thanks" he said. We talked for a few hours. We talked about everything. We pretty much clicked. I was getting a hint that he was flirting with me but as far as I know he is straight. "Anyway its getting late and I have work to finish. It was a pleasure to meet you Tyler." I said "yeah you too." He said with a huge smile on his face. As I'm getting up he grabs my hand. "Hey, do you wanna hang out sometime? Grab some food or something? Its not always You meet a fan who is so down to earth and cool as you" he said. I was pretty sure my eyes were heart shaped. "Sounds good" I took his phone from his hand which he didn't expect hence the "woah" and typed in my number and saved it. "See you soon" I said. He looked at his phone and saw my name. I hadn't told him my name because I completely forgot. "Hey!" He said. "welcome to Los Angeles, Layne." He yelled. I kept it cool and gave him a slight wave, but inside I was melting, crying, screaming, jumping, and all these other emotions. I walked off with the huge boner and went to my car. Drove home and of course I jerked up that night. With him in my thoughts.

PART TWO COMING SOON. (PROMISE MORE SEX IN IT)