DEAR TROY ... Cock pics

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Dear Troy
Can I see a cock pic?

DEAR ANONYMOUS,
Get a life. Seriously it's 2015.

Sauna tales

Thank you to those who answered the poll regarding sauna etiquette. Can't say that I'm surprised by the results.

I don't cotton to men's propositions in the gym. It feels extremely out of line. Like some faggot fantasy I want no part of. But an outside sauna can be a different story. 

The last time I went was a few weeks ago; and it was delicious. The evening's course started with an offering of Cuban head. He was slightly older - but not old - and had a huge dick with a downward curve. Unfortunately the man was too...forward. No sooner had I walked into the changing room than he started in on me; and not with a lingering gaze or beckoning smile but full on hands-on aggressive. Damn, nigga, give a man a chance to undress. I just got here! Too bad, too, because I might have taken that dish.

a young, wiry man was on his belly sucking some old guy's dick

Instead I started with a bit of Asian delicacy -- of which there was ONE; and this solitary Asian boy was young, smooth, and giving me the eye. Having those small rosy lips around my shaft was such a turn-on. Having his hairless, rosy butt cheeks around it was even more so. I did not expect the sex to last long but his tight asshole really, really took me like a champ! We fucked through several positions before he ended up cumming all over my stomach while riding me. Next up was another young delight of unspecified origin. I don't recall who spotted who first but once inside the cabin we tore into each other like playful cubs. His boyish booty was just as hairless and hungry as the previous one. We were going so good and intense I swear the fucking seriously melted into sweaty love-making. We cuddled for a long time afterward, necking and making vague plans to hook-up again.

Then I took a break and, barring the sporadic blowjob, tried to relax with enjoying the porn movie or reclining in the heat of the dry sauna. When I started roaming again I passed by a

public room - the sort made for exhibitionism and gang-bangs (and hopeful cum dumps) - where a young, wiry man was on his belly sucking some old guy's dick. The Spanish cocksucker possessed long limbs like a swimmer and with swimmer's feet. In the faint red glow of the dark space I saw that he was still built like a twink, his butt round and small.



For some reason the geezer was power-tripping, trying to get the other to beg for his dick like a baby bird chirping for food. That's when I slid right in and whipped out my worm. Adios grandpa. I joined him up on the table and stuffed my dick in and out of his mouth. Within minutes there became a ring of spectators looking down on us, their expressions hidden by the dim lighting. We started fucking. I could tell the guy got off on being watched as much as I did. 
He climbed on top and bounced up and down with abandon, glancing at the watchful heads wanting, I sensed, to suck on someone's dick. I let him go at it for a long time then we eased into missionary position and it was my turn to drive the tempo. I fucked him to the table's edge and still none of those perv sissies was bold enough to dangle a dick in his face. If any one had he would have definitely gotten his knob polished, no doubt about it. Oh well. Some guys are just born to sit in the stands. The table was covered in plastic for fast, easy cleaning. For now, it was awash in our body sweat.

Troy Moreno & Connor Maguire

So in the pitch middle of the night at an unglamorous rest stop in somewheres Pennsylvania the worlds of Internet porn bumped into each other. I don't usually whip out the phone camera but I had to get a picture of this, and told him so. "You're Connor Maguire and I'm Troy Moreno," I said. "Small world!" he laughed. I was heading to New York and he was heading to Chicago. 

His bus was getting ready to take off (mine had just pulled in) so we had to hurry and snap these pics; otherwise I would've asked someone else to take it for us. Am sure they would have turned out better. But, oh well...spontaneity! Then it was back on the road and (over)hearing the stupid Puerto Rican bitch seated behind me swear and nag her husband ad nauseam. (Sheesh...what some men put up with just to 'own' a piece!) Funny thing is I was 'recognized' at a Greyhound terminal earlier that day. So I guess this was my turn to play Guess Who I Saw Today.

May 2015

In writing this I discovered something else: we both shot early on for StraightGuys4GayEyes. Who knew!

(pussy: yeah it's a warm, tasty thing)

@Troymission

@ConnorMXXX

Diversity gay v Rainbow gay

    

This is diversity and

this is, um

...mainstream

Can you guess which of the two makes the loudest claim on inclusion? (In fact, just two days ago I heard - once again - why blacks, of all people, should understand the gay struggle. Perhaps it's 'minorities' in general but I only ever hear it in reference to my people; maybe the claim is tailored per audience demographics). Anywho MachoFactory kicked off its thing  in Amsterdam at The Warehouse on May 15th. The Grabbys trot out their albino studs todayin Chicago. And IN TWO WEEKS we're turning up the heat again stateside in already hot ass Orlando, Florida. That's right, Saturday, June 6th! Time waits for no man so get your tickets beeeeaaatch.

Got further questions? Hit up 

• Office@Machofactory.com (EU) or 
• JHarden@Machofactory.com (USA)

I like nerds

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 this random nerd has a big plump butt

 while this nerd (Markie More) has tattooed muscles 

... and probably a sore ass

WHO'S PREJUDICED? NOT ME!

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There was a refreshing, little piece on the homo section of Sfaf.org's Magnet but the link I had is no longer active. The gist was:

• Think you're not prejudiced because you're gay, black, white, Asian, Latino, whatever? NOT!
• A sense of empathy does not "naturally" exist between minority groups.

It is what I've been saying all along. But if it doesn't come from a rainbow flag-waving (or chest baring) activist then it's the falling tree in the wood that no one hears. And, too, y'know, some people do insist on living by their delusions because they are "special." The homosexual gets hurt for it again and again; but he is too self-righteous (delusional) to ever learn from it so it's always the fault of somebody else: the escort or hustler (for not reciprocating love & passing judgement) or the Church (for not condoning the "lifestyle" and passing judgement) or Republican Party (for championing traditional marriage & passing judgement) or sports (for being macho sexist & passing judgement) or family (for being small-minded & passing judgement) or the Gov't (for not passing enough judgement i.e., legislation). 

Some folks just insist on bearing crosses. 

My silicone implants

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in jockstraps

 in shorts

 in motion

in the buff 

So after injecting my ass with antibiotic the doctor oh-so-casually wonders if I have silicone implants. Huh?! No, I replied with a laugh. Why? "Oh no reason," he said, still very casual. "Just asking." Okaaaay.... So either my ass is big -- or just perfect.

Hate to think what he might've asked after a prostate exam!

Reminds me of the time(s) I am 'reminded' by dim TSA to empty my pockets. "But I don't have any pockets," I say. (Okay so maybe I smirk it; You should see the look on their stupid faces).

Hellagood ass #genetics...but hellalot deep #squats too!

DEAR TROY ... Machofucker or Machofactory????

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DEAR TROY ... To meet in Orlando

Dear Troy
Wow! I am trying to make it to the Orlando event you guys are having in June....

Read more: http://troymoreno.blogspot.com/2015/05/diversity-gay-v-rainbow-gay.html#ixzz3Zdi0u9Cq 
 

DEAR ANONYMOUS,
You should! It's gonna be a hot time in Kissimmee  -- a hot Scandalous time. If you make it, come up and introduce yourself. For ticket info & details go to MachoFactory.com; for a personal booking with me please confirm in advance via the Professional Bookings link at the top of this page.

Oversize (& I don't mean fries)

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What's better than enjoying yourself in the sauna? Enjoying yourself for free!
Thanks to my beautiful big muscles and big you-know-the-fuck-what I qualify for free admittance to Sauna Barcelona. The lighting is tastefully low, the music is thankfully low (have been to ones where it's fucking blasting. And that ain't relaxing at all!), and the showers are just like me: hot. Booyah! Plus, there's plenty of action. Or maybe I've just been lucky.

Either way, it is nice being among the cocks of the walk. As if I have to tell you that.

credential in hand, weasel in pants

Richard Mann getting head

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@RichardMannxxx
@Troymission

Bubble butt. Muscle butt

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bubbly Gabriel Beron


muscly unknown


bubbly & muscly Dru Bruin

bubbly & muscly in motion! Trey Turner getting fucked

Best move I made

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One of the best moves I've made in my professional & personal life is when I just stopped giving a fuck about people who simply don't matter. The feeling is mutual...I learned that the hard way.

Book me: dance gigs, video-, photo- &amp promo shoots.

No more condom-free porn in the Valley? Hehehe.

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Slapping skins in Californian porn may be a thing of the past and the criminal future. Back in 2011 a 17-page proposal by Cal/OSHA sought mandatory condom usage on all porn productions. Critics (translation: male porn actors and male porn watchers) cried, Big Brother!, and claimed California could kiss good-bye to its billions being made in the Valley and Bay Area as $$$$ drifted, instead, to the exotic locales of Washington, Vancouver, Oregon, Nevada and, hell, maybe even cheap ass, corrupt Mexico.  

For all of Chicken Little's hollering we know, now, the law has passed in Southern California...so Treasure Island Media is safe (for now). But what about SX Video in San Diego? Easy: move to Portland! Or maybe, still: slip to Tijuana!

Ha!

I think this still is from my only SXVideo shoot.

They never called me back.

Do me a favor: Don't call me an escort

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I'm not an escort because I'm not escorting. I am not escorting because there's nothing in it for me.

There was a time when I was cool with it. I was serious about promoting myself; my services, availability, image (including full face and frontal), and I was eager to be hired and used. Used, not abused. I am in the business of objectification. It does not bother me in the least to be, within context, sexually objectified. It's rewarding to give pleasure. 

In fact, it is arousing, per se; It is arousing to be paid for sex. 

And I liked that the client had a great time with me...and felt the experience was worth it, money well spent. I felt proud of garnering repeat clients. I have kept in touch with several over the years even when our association progressed beyond sex.

But having my time frittered away by some pretend client or "#1 fan"? That is something I can not stand. I can't stand to waste time; not with folks I know and even less so with those timid souls who lurk in cyberspace anonymity, desperately resisting to "come clean", "talk turkey", or meet me halfway.

If the mood suddenly strikes you and you want to order me up like pizza home-delivery, satiate your sexual appetite, pay the tab and be done with me. No problemo. But to not pay for the service or, even before reaching that point, expect that I should persuade you to hire me is not okay. It's bullshit. As we Americans say, Time is money and, to use another phrase, Talk is cheap. So if one isn't about giving up the money - because it's degrading - then I'm not about being degraded by giving away my time and body so some manipulative, cheap motherfucker can get his rocks off. Nigga, please. I'm not to be had for the price of a compliment. No free meal here!

wanting to see me naked or wanting me to fuck you is not doing me a favor

I didn't escort because I was so pitifully unqualified to do anything else. Or because I was in search of love or friendship or human touch. The economy was bad and, true, job hirings were scarce so, for me, the curiosity of prostitution became less far-fetched. But the bottom line, though, is I started escorting because people were willing to pay to be with me...and I quickly became less offended by that proposition. Then the Internet became a common medium for doing business; then 'doing business' was downgraded to hook-ups. "sup?" "I luv the way u fuck, Troy!! Can we meat nsa?" "Ur videos (body/dick/sex/ass) are hot. I'm here anytime you want to fuck me." "Wanna play?" "Pls u send me a dick pic?" "Here's my ass, Troy. Call me if ur interested."  Wait: me call you? If I'm interested?? And don't get me started on the times I was stood up or sent to the wrong address. Suffice it to say, Internet users and porn fans have turned me off of escorting. After much disappointment & thought I've said to myself, What's in it for me? 

Answer: Nothing.

The minutia of two-faced, hypocritical, envious, fake, flaky, double-crossing, obsessed, cloak-and-dagger, painfully mysterious, energy-sapping, time-wasting, unhappy gay(sic), photo hound Internet trolls may be an occupational hazard but it is not one to which I have to shrug and cater. People will treat you the way you allow them to. And Troy, for one, has a life with irretrievable minutes; with interests much, much, much more substantive than being retweeted, 'followed', voted Best Whore, fawned over, promised the moon & stars. I realized this: Individual X has a desire to be with me, not the other way round; has sought me out, not the other way round; knows all of what I look like, not the other way round; and he/she may truly believe that I am nothing more than a sex worker, not.the.other.way.round. To be blunt, wanting to see me naked or wanting me to fuck you is not doing me a favor. But wanting me to be with you for free is doing myself a disfavor! Time is money. Shallow? Not if you live in the real world.

I am in the business of objectification. It does not bother me to be, within context, sexually objectified. In fact, it is arousing

I still enjoy providing adult entertainment and working in pornography, but as far as sharing my sex to fulfill the private lust of some faggot joker? That fucking ship has sailed.

Thinking with both heads

And speaking of literature. The other day while writing at my desk I felt something drop against my ankle. I looked down to discover I was dripping pre-cum! Then I swiped my fingers across my nipple and the fucker sprang rigid. Damn! even when I am busy working through dialogue & plot cohesion I'm so horny it has a mind of its own.

Times like this I wished I had someone's mouth to call on to service my nipples & dick.

(Still, rubbing one out beats pissing away time online any day! I have a life.)

To The Glory of the Machofuckers (Didier Lestrade)

Check out this Vice magazine article about some of us hardcore porn performers A La Gloire des Machofuckers.
(Warning: It's written in French)