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Sunday

MOTIVATION - wish list

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My oh my just look at those titties!
 

Disgruntled fans

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I get messages from disgruntled faggots all the time. They either wish they could be on Machofucker - there are so many bottoms who want to get fucked raw!! - or just 'pretend' with me. Only thing is, I like to use condoms. Oh, and get paid. Hello!


Believe it or not, some people would actually contact me through an escort ads, wanting a free fuck because "they never pay for it." Wtf? ¡Locos cabrones! Case in point is this pissed off message from a German who demanded bareback - for free:


nein möchte kein bare sex! nicht wie in deinen filmen wo du bare fickst
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Roughly: "You would like no bareback?! But you fuck bareback in the films (so why not with me?)." Oh those Krauts! 



Thursday

One less stalker

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Lost my cell phone last night. With my 'flexible hours' of work, a cell phone and Internet are über important....But I'm not mad about it.  
Some obsessive creep has been prank calling/stalking me for weeks! Occupational hazard but still: Why contact someone if you don't want to meet?! Man, phone sex is for losers. Ditto cyber sex! So now the loser can call my ghost line. It was a cheap phone and I didn't like it anyway. Blessing in disguise.

Wednesday

No free meals here

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Banks don't cash compliments baby

I was contacted by a young mofo who had a case of arrested delusions...and other shit going on upstairs. I knew he was a flake from the word "go" and told him so...along with my rate. He comes back with: "I never pay" (they kill me with that one. Then WHY contact an escort??) "especially for a short black man." Oh? Like I don't know I'm sexy short, black and beautiful, and a masculine man. Hahaha!

His response made me laugh so I kindly sent him an LOL picture that I reserve for all shithead faggots who try to waste my time. Lonely chat freaks are an occupational hazard but one that never gets old.

Tuesday

I'm your private dancer

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That's me all right! Looking hot as fuck -- as always -- for a private strip gig. I usually don't allow pictures...but I'm starting to loosen up.

No free meals here...even for photographers

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What is it about models that keeps them skinny and desperate? Ego.
Photographers, clothes designers, escort agencies, bogus clients all play on young models' egos. "If you work for me for free you'll make lots of money because I have connections" or "If you come here you'll make lots of money and can stay at my place gratis. I only require that you fuck me on the first night" or some other lame bullshit. Some porn "companies" have even tried to bribe me with future riches in lieu of actual payment.

Case in point: an internationally renown German photographer who I finally had to tell to fuck off. Yes, his photography is published in many picture books plus exclusive catalogs so, apparently, rich dummies buy the prints, and I've even spotted his pictures here and there. He lives a very posh lifestyle but, according to him, makes no money and, consequently, "never pays the model." 
 Nazi nigga, please! When the job is free the river runs both ways. You can't make demands without pay.
I've posed for TFCD shoots before or for very little money but the trade off was always tangible...and the photographers, humble, polite, engaging. They offered lunch or lodgings or train fare or something in addition to copies of the pictures as a show of professionalism and thank-you. This rich German motherfucker, however, with his head up his own ass and mistaking shit for roses insisted he was doing me a favor by wanting to take pictures of my big, black cock (HIS words) because his work is internationally famous. Say whuuh? Nazi nigga, please! When the job is free or "trade" the river runs both ways. You can't make demands without pay. 

I'm already in coffee table books -- thank ye very much! -- so old dude's ego massage was missing the spot. And, anyway, of the gorgeous men he's photographed none of them have become über famous or rich from of it; and certainly not to people who defend gay pornography as "art."

Friday

It's a white perv's world

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I'm surprised by how surprised every queer blogger is pretending to be over porn's monochromatic makeup. Wake up faggots: racism is perpetuated in the rainbow community just as fluidly as any place else.

Ever notice how you very, very, very, very rarely see a black in porn unless the colour is referenced in the title? Makers of porn find it unfathomable to cast black talent unless it constitutes a bankable niche; in other words, perpetuates a stereotype they have fostered.


Now that some Cybersocket Magazine writer has listed his 40 favorite gay porn stars the buzz is, "Oh how could he not list a single black guy,
like, say, Diesel Washington or Matthew Rush (because we don't know any other black people's names)??" Yeah, yeah, yeah but, hell, where was my name?! Easy: as the industry goes so does the magazine. No one noticed the lily whiteness of it until apparently MOC Blog caught the slight. I went to MOC to read the commentary but got tired of scrolling through all the videos so am glad someone got wind of it before homeboy buried it beneath more video clips. Jesus. But I guess it's a black thing, being able to detect discrimination and back-handed compliments since, as every white person and gay who I know believes, there is no more racism.
 Hell, where was my name?!
Bobby Calamitous shared a nice, rather subdued, perspective on the matter. You can read his bit over on Fleshbot. To quote the comment left by Amy.Racecar (07/31/10): THIS IS ME BEING NOT SHOCKED.


um-hmm, tell me something I don't know

 
Fleshbot 
MOC Blog

Saturday

I fucked a puta in Spain


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Last weekend I was in Spain. No, señor, not for the Circuit circus. Never for that faggot shit. I suppose there were cum gooey loads of sex and drugs to be had but none for me, gracias. Something about redundancy and excess kills my hormones; and, anyway, it's not my scene. And because Circuit was in town I didn't even go to the saunas. 

That's what didn't happen in Barcelona. 
each thrust was pelvis deep, slow and furious
Here's what did happen in Madrid:

I stayed in the Gran Via area which just so happens to be whore central. Who knew? The prostitutes work their trade out in the open square day and night. And, man, those bitches are aggressive. They come on strong. Nothing coy doing. One even grabbed for my dick in plain view of everyone. Whoa! After the second night I was really pent up but didn't want to jack off because so much pussy was for the taking BUT I've had regrettable experiences with prostitutes so I did not want to do it, BUT I was so fucking horny. And I love big titties. I am obsessed with big ass breasts. So...I fucked her. 

She had true big tits (I could tell it wasn't a wonder bra) and the price was probably cool but I still Jew'd her down 20€ anyway because, hello, she's a fucking whore and I hate women. We walked over to this 1/8 star hotel, entered this dingy, overly perfumed room, got naked and buck wild. Can you believe she didn't want to blow me...unless I paid an extra 20€?! Oh okay. Screw that. When I'm doing a video (or a client) I care about whether I go too hard; not so with her. "Hard as hell" is an understatement. I stayed in the pussy but each thrust was pelvis deep, slow and furious. When my hand wasn't covering her mouth it was busy gripping one of those fat caramel titties. I even think she started to like it after about ten minutes but, y'know, who cares?
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I pulled out at 30mins without cumming and stood in front of the fan to dry off...I sweat sooooo much. Then started dressing. It was a good 30mins for me -- she didn't run off with my money or smell like fish! -- but she did surprise me with, "Que, no leche baby?" What, no cum? I almost answered something hurtful but just grinned and replied, "No. No leche para ti."