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Pushing away slightly, Jeff caressed Peter's chest hair and tenderly caressed his way to Peter's crotch. Peter's pants were already undone and it was easy for Jeff to remove them. Jeff then quickly and savagely tore off his own pants. Peter's hands groped around Jeff, and their bodies once more completely entwined. Jeff was on top, and could feel Peter's hands penetrating his underwear and squeezing the corpulent muscles of his ass. Jeff's hard on was unbearable, tearing at the lips of his underwear. Jeff could feel the head of his penis breaking through his underwear and pressing warmly against Peter's lower abdomen. Jeff removed his underwear. Reaching gently into Peter's underwear, Jeff squeezed his supple penis. It was very hard, and Jeff couldn't wait to feel it deep within his mouth. Removing Peter's underwear, Jeff fondled Peter's penis. He couldn't wait another second. Placing his head right over Peter's penis, he took his entire cock deep into his mouth. It tasted wonderful. It filled his mouth with warmth and love. Rhythmically moving his head up and down on Peter's cock, Jeff was in ecstasy.]]>
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They took one of the still warm pizza's out of its box and harshly began to eat it. Jeff couldn't take his eyes off Peter, and fantasized about how he was going to undress him. The pizza grease dripped freely all over Jeff's face. They smiled. They were done, and ready. Without saying a word, Peter put the pizza boxes aside, and sat next to Jeff. Reaching around Jeff's shoulders, he began to lightly caress Jeff's hair. Looking into Peter's eyes, Jeff saw a glow. The glow was hot and Jeff was tranced. Slowly Jeff leaned into Peter, his lips pressing tightly against Peter's lips. There tongues met inside Peter's mouth, and it was all Jeff could do to swallow every drop of Peter's saliva.]]>
They took one of the still warm pizza's out of its box and harshly began to eat it. Jeff couldn't take his eyes off Peter, and fantasized about how he was going to undress him. The pizza grease dripped freely all over Jeff's face. They smiled. They were done, and ready. Without saying a word, Peter put the pizza boxes aside, and sat next to Jeff. Reaching around Jeff's shoulders, he began to lightly caress Jeff's hair. Looking into Peter's eyes, Jeff saw a glow. The glow was hot and Jeff was tranced. Slowly Jeff leaned into Peter, his lips pressing tightly against Peter's lips. There tongues met inside Peter's mouth, and it was all Jeff could do to swallow every drop of Peter's saliva.]]> http://twinksforcashblog.com/gay-anal-pleasures/feed/ http://twinksforcashblog.com/mexican-gay-is-fed-with-dick/ http://twinksforcashblog.com/mexican-gay-is-fed-with-dick/#comments Thu, 03 Jul 2008 11:07:38 +0000 Administrator twinks sucking for cash twink for cash twinks 4 money gay twinks for cash twinks fucking for cash interracial twinks sex ebony gay sex for cash http://twinksforcashblog.com/mexican-gay-is-fed-with-dick/
Glancing around the room, Jeff saw that it was rectangular, about 12 feet by 18 feet. There were two beds balanced on dressers that were about 5 feet high. The beds were at 90 degree angles to each other and fit snugly into the far corner of the room. By now Peter had also seen the bulge in Jeff's pants. "Don't worry," Peter exclaimed, "my roommate is out for the night with this girl he likes. I missed you so much." Jeff sat the pizza's down on a chair and they embraced. The warmth of their bodies penetrated their clothes and filled them with longing and love. Glancing at Peter's face, Jeff took in the warm and happy expression which he saw. Peter was a short guy, about 5'10". He had brown hair, brown eyes, and a slight build. He wasn't that handsome, but it didn't matter. Jeff felt accepted and Jeff was happy to be there.]]>
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Peter looked up from his couch. "Holy Shit," he exclaimed leaping up in surprise. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Jeff told him to forget about school for the weekend, and that he was here to enjoy and help relieve some tension. "I can't believe you're here," he told Jeff. "I've missed you so much!" Jeff couldn't help glancing down at Peter's cock. He could see that it was beginning to get hard, and he wanted so desperately to chuck the pizza's on the floor, grab Peter, strip him naked, and make passionate love to him all night long.]]>
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Inside the large lobby Jeff felt comfortable. The pizza's he had bought in New York City were still warm, and he rushed to the elevators, quickly pressing the fourth floor button. On the fourth floor, Jeff turned left, passed through a set of doors and going around the corner he came quickly to Peter's door. Standing in front of the door, Jeff knocked loudly and opened the door, announcing "Pizza Delivery!", as he entered.]]>
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In a matter of seconds Jeff came to a curve and a red light. "Fuck it," Jeff thought as he sped through it. It was 1:30AM, the area was deserted, and no one was going to stop Jeff now. Jeff was on a roll. Within moments he rolled up to Denton Hall, where Peter lived, and parked directly in front. Denton was a red brick building, about 9 stories tall, situated next to a large open parking lot with many tall lamp posts at even intervals. It was a cold and damp night. There was a moist fog in the air, and the bright flood lights from the parking lot cast eerie shadows and streaks of light through the wet air. The moist air mingled with Jeff's cold sweat and formed a sweet acrid smell, which excited Jeff.]]>
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The miles continued to speed by. Every so often the blip from his radar detector would cause him to involuntarily ease off the accelerator, only to floor it again within a few minutes. The miles passed into the void of blackness that enveloped the road. The exit quickly approached. As Jeff slowed to take the curve, he recognized the gas station across the road. Jeff had stopped there with Peter once to fill up his car. His heart began to beat faster as he drove the last few miles to campus. Everything was familiar now. Jeff had been there only about 3 times before, but he only felt really good about himself when he was with Peter, and so he had memorized everything about Peter's environment. There was dip in the road just after the McDonalds, and his trucks' springs squeaked, telling him to slow down. The pressure in his groin had built up to a high again, and Jeff only responded by speeding up.]]> twink hitchhiker

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The white lines sped by faster and faster. Looking ahead Jeff could see the well lit highway stretching for miles. The jeep wagoneer plowed through the thin, cold air, it's body trembling as it steadily progressed closer to its destination. It was around 1AM when his headlights first reflected off the College Park sign, and Jeff relaxed knowing that soon he would be with Peter. He had been thinking about Peter all day. Sitting in class had been torture. He ached with longing to wrap himself around Peter. He desperately desired him. Peter had occupied his thoughts completely leaving no room for responsibilities that Jeff knew he had. Only one thing was important, to satisfy himself and to make Peter love him. Leaving New York City about four hours earlier, Jeff stopped at Ray's Pizza on 11th Street and 6th Avenue. Keeping an eye on his car, he rushed into the crowded pizza parlor and ordered 2 pies. His body trembled and he couldn't sit still. Jeff was thinking about how irresponsible he was being, blowing off his work for the weekend and driving down to Philadelphia. Sure he had two papers to write and a lot of reading to do. Jeff wanted to see Peter, however, and the desire to get high and make love overpowered his sense of responsibility. The pies came. Securing the boxes on the front seat, the intense smell of pizza quickly filled the car and fogged the windows. Luckily Jeff had bought a slice on the side, and as Jeff began to drive away, Jeff attempted to eat it while driving with one hand. Jeff held a can of coke between his thighs, with a straw protruding through the top. The constant thoughts of Peter had long since worked their effects into Jeff's groin. His never ending hard on ached with such intensity that it was all he could do to stay on the road. The cold from the can of coke pressing against his inner thighs helped to reduce his aching membrane to something tolerable, but all he could think about was releasing the pressure in the innards of Peter's body.]]>
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The white lines sped by faster and faster. Looking ahead Jeff could see the well lit highway stretching for miles. The jeep wagoneer plowed through the thin, cold air, it's body trembling as it steadily progressed closer to its destination. It was around 1AM when his headlights first reflected off the College Park sign, and Jeff relaxed knowing that soon he would be with Peter. He had been thinking about Peter all day. Sitting in class had been torture. He ached with longing to wrap himself around Peter. He desperately desired him. Peter had occupied his thoughts completely leaving no room for responsibilities that Jeff knew he had. Only one thing was important, to satisfy himself and to make Peter love him. Leaving New York City about four hours earlier, Jeff stopped at Ray's Pizza on 11th Street and 6th Avenue. Keeping an eye on his car, he rushed into the crowded pizza parlor and ordered 2 pies. His body trembled and he couldn't sit still. Jeff was thinking about how irresponsible he was being, blowing off his work for the weekend and driving down to Philadelphia. Sure he had two papers to write and a lot of reading to do. Jeff wanted to see Peter, however, and the desire to get high and make love overpowered his sense of responsibility. The pies came. Securing the boxes on the front seat, the intense smell of pizza quickly filled the car and fogged the windows. Luckily Jeff had bought a slice on the side, and as Jeff began to drive away, Jeff attempted to eat it while driving with one hand. Jeff held a can of coke between his thighs, with a straw protruding through the top. The constant thoughts of Peter had long since worked their effects into Jeff's groin. His never ending hard on ached with such intensity that it was all he could do to stay on the road. The cold from the can of coke pressing against his inner thighs helped to reduce his aching membrane to something tolerable, but all he could think about was releasing the pressure in the innards of Peter's body.]]> http://twinksforcashblog.com/twinks-treesome-porn/feed/ http://twinksforcashblog.com/gay-minister/ http://twinksforcashblog.com/gay-minister/#comments Thu, 24 Apr 2008 06:33:57 +0000 Administrator twinksforcash sample twink sex for cash cash love twinks http://twinksforcashblog.com/gay-minister/ I watched with a pleased fascination from our usual front-row seat as Brother Michael took the pulpit. You know how most ministers for a small town look; either fat and covered with acne, or tall, thin and gangly, also covered with acne. Brother Michael, in a sea of acne, was a vision of clear-faced masculinity. Strong, sharp cheekbones, coal-black hair and the strongest, piercing blue eyes I'd ever seen. His body showed a lifetime of working out, strong round shoulders, his rippling muscles defying their confinement in the harsh black shirt and pants he wore. I had to keep looking at his collar, that square of white at his thick throat, to remind myself not to look at his crotch. Then he stepped from behind the pulpit and perched on the railing; and I was lost. He was sitting right in front of me, his legs spread wide in tight black pants, showing, to me and only me, a bulging basket with a thick rod making a lump down one inseam. Brother Michael definitely "dressed left", and did not wear underwear! I rubbed my own crotch while I feasted on the sight. Before I knew it, the sermon was over. I groggily got to my feet and joined the line of parishioners leaving the church. Brother Michael was at the door, greeting his flock as they exited, and my family, at the front of the church, was the last to file out. "Greetings, sister." he said to my mother. "Oh, Brother Michael, you have to come to dinner with us one day." my mother gushed. I guess she thought it was religious zeal, but she was almost drooling as she said this. I was kind of drooling myself. "Thank you, sister, but I would have to ask for it to be two months from now. So many of my flock to visit. Of course, I'd like to come visit." And we dawdled at the door while they set a date nearly three months from now. Brother Michael wasn't going to have to do much of his own cooking. "And what about your family." my mother asked. "I am single, Mrs. Johnson." he replied, giving mother a title she didn't really deserve. I was a bastard child, and my mother and I were all the family there was. Maybe that's why my mother is so religious. "Oh, but that can't be." my mother resounded. "My own husband passed away three years ago, and I know how lonely it is." 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I said when I finally got my mouth free. "How did you know?" I didn't try to pretend I wasn't aroused; my cock was pressing against his leg at this very moment. Brother Michael smiled. "You spend the entire service staring at my groin and rubbing yourself, and I'm not supposed to know?" "Oh," I said. "Well, then, I'd better get out of these church clothes. I dropped the blazer on the floor and tugged off my tie,while he unbuttoned his collar and took off the stiff white cleric's collar at his throat. Then he unbut- toned his shirt and I unbuttoned mine while watching in fascination. Every button he undid seemed to pop aside, freeing his massive pectorals, showing the light coat of hair between his breasts. His body seemed to shout for joy as it was finally freed from the bondage of the minister's clothes. As he finished and pulled it off, I reached for his breasts and stroked them lightly, not aggressively, just making sure that big body was real. It was. 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