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Cash Money Gays Rich My fam was lower middle class. We owned our house in a good area and still so. I knew that my parent had no big set of money to give me and they had nothey a business to pass on to me so I knew that I had to get a good education to get a good paying job. I got a job at 16 and paid my way through upper high school. Ipaid most of my way through uni,grad sch until I qualified. I was the first in my years to get a job. I saved. I rented a room and walked and maxi and taxi.Those who run and get big cargood for them I got a second hand. I cooked my meals and took lunch to work and saved my money. Sure they looked at me. I remember going to lime one Friday afternoon in expensive bar in POS(TGIF) and a workmate say look at he he real cheap. He was living the life living the lie. Fifteen years later I drive a luxury vehicle and he glad he have a TIIDA . I live in my own premises gated and mortgaged but he renting. Gay boys think that they can get rich by fucking for $$ or meeting the right man. Good luck on that. Its simple if your parents dont have a business make one yourself or get the best education you can afford. Live not within your means but below it,. Save you money. Cropover and all that and premium drinks only for show those boys live pay check to paycheck. Dont be fabulous and broke be smart and if not rich on your way.

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This right here definitely deserves a reblog... Who's listening🖑🖐👂

My First...

It was while walking down St Vincent Street in PoS on my way back from watching the late show at Globe cinema. I was 17 years old and had sneaked out to go see the movie because my parents wouldn't allow me to be out that late as they were very conservative Christians.

I had just reached the corner of St Vincent and Knox Street when I noticed a guy walking slightly ahead of me and periodically glancing back. He was of Spanish/Latino decent and about my own age. I couldn't tell at whom he was looking because there were a few other people walking down the street as well but mostly couples who had all come from the cinema as well. What made me take note of him was that he was red, slim and slightly shorter than my 6'1" height with a sexy boyish face. In other words; he was "my type" though I didn't even know it then.

As he got to the corner of St Vincent and Sackville Street he turn west into Sackville and I didn't think much of it as I assumed his home was probably in that direction. When I got to the corner just about a minute later I looked down the street thinking that I'd see the back of him walking in the distance. What I got was a surprise instead because there he was standing about 100 feet ahead of me and looking back my way. When he saw me, he gave me a look that I couldn't describe, node his head slightly and then quickly disappeared into an abandoned building just where he was standing... My heart began racing because up until that time I had never had any attraction to guys. My mind was racing, what's going on here? Why do I feel this way? Should I follow him? This is crazy!... Against what may have been my better judgment, my feet took me in the direction of where he entered the building.

When I got to the entrance I peered in but could see very little but shadows. My mind kept telling me that this was crazy and very dangerous and that I should be headed in the opposite direction and towards my home.... My body did something different as I stepped through the doorway. Once inside my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and right in front of me was the guy standing there with his dick in his hand and jerk in off. I was paralyzed, never before had I seen anything so brazen and I turned to leave but he quickly but softly held my wrist and said in the most calm voice "please don't leave me"... It was almost a sad plea... With my mind still racing I turned back and that's when he kissed me, full on and with so much passion.... Damn, no girl I'd ever kissed in all my 17 years ever kissed like that. Holding me close with one hand behind my neck and still kissing me, his other hand found the zipper to my jeans, pulled it down and got my now semi erect cock out all with one smooth motion. Just as fast as he got it out he was down on his knees and sucking me off. The pleasure was intense but I stopped him as I was still at war with my own mind. He tried and tried but I was adamant. He eventually got up and asked me if I wanted to jerk off but without even waiting for an answer he started jerk in off himself while I watched. He came to me, kissed my lips briefly before starting to suck on my neck while still jerking himself and soon enough I felt his body stiffen against mines and felt his cum dropping on my new TravelFox sneakers.... Damn, why did he have to break on my sneakers? As he finally released his hold on me, I darted out through the door and never stopped running till I got to the Diego Martin taxi stand on Independence Square. It was almost 1am and I knew I was in for some trouble with my parents. The glowing hickey on my neck wasn't going to make dealing with them any more easier either.

I never saw that boy again but I often wonder where he is and if he knew that he was my first...

What was your first time like?

Sitting at a park in Port of Spain right now looking at two tops fuck one bottom and thinking that nobody seeing them... 😂😍🍆🍆💦🍑💯💯🔥

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