Five-minute rendezvouz

Heard about a two-minute man? Well, I here's the story of a date I once had in Puerto Vallarta which pretty much lasted about that long...but not for the reason you think. Hehehe. 

It was to be a short private dance or, as it's called in Mexico, un privado. Just a strip dance…nothing much more than that.  We agreed to meet discreetly at a specified time and he was to ensure the other people sharing the room were away.

Hello! There I am butt naked with ¼ of dick in his mouth

I was on time, he was on time, and we made it up to the hotel room very casually, very discreetly. We even laughed about it. I noticed he did not bolt the inside lock but said nothing. If that makes him feel more comfortable, more “safe“ then cool by me. Everything was going great. In no time I was standing there in all my fine nakedness with a hard hard-on. There was lots of touching and sucking and the boy (early 20‘s) wasted no time getting down to it. 

He sat near the edge of the bed and I stood over him sensuously grinding his mouth (the little lips couldn’t open wide enough to take much more than the head). Just so happens the wall and dresser mirrors were positioned perfectly and I got to watch me front and back…which never fails to turn me on.

I stood over him sensuously grinding his mouth full of head

Behold! The door opens and who should be standing on the threshold with mouths open and eyes popping but his buddies. Hello! There I am butt naked with ¼ of dick in his mouth. I stood there smiling at the two while the boy flew backwards from shame. He cursed his friend for 1) coming back early and 2) gawking with pleasure. The rude bastard, or as they say in Spanish, cabron, stood with the door open for a good half minute ogling us before he went away giggling. Que cabron!

Personally I wasn’t put off at all but the kid - whew! - he was mortified and, besides strangling his friend,  wanted nothing more than having the night deleted as graciously as possible. And who can blame him! 

BUT I can blame him for not trusting me enough to lock the door from the inside. That little prejudice cost him many years of embarrassment to come because you know homosexuals: they just looooove to talk mess and his fat idiot friend is going to be talking his ass off for years and years and years :)

Fastest pay-day I ever had; and that's g-r-r-reat! 

A good fuck is a promise well kept

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Appearing with me live at Red&Blue for ALPHA's regular all-male party was slut duo Adam Rossi & Javi Mendez and newcomer Ian Torres. It was Ian's first go at a sex show and he was paired with me. He was nervous. I told him, Baby, you're in the hands of a pro. I promise: no te preocupes. I also told him to lay off the Red Bull. 

I warmed up the audience with a little posing & flexing before Ian complemented the routine with muscle worship. In short order the tiny Colombian was on his knees tugging at my gym shorts and worshipping the only muscle on every faggot's mind (the boy gives good head! To see him in action is to know he loves big dicks). Soon I was rock-hard and snacking on that ass; that smooth shaven-horny-just made for fucking-ass. So that's what we did! I went to town on that muscle bottom...fucked the nervousness right out of him. You should have seen it. Before the curtain closed Ian had forgotten all about the live audience. Promise fulfilled. Booyah!

Smooth shaven, horny, made for fucking

Appearing LIVE in Brussels (ALPHA)

I'll be rocking the stage at the monthly party 
with sexy little Ian and that kinky duo Javi & Adam.

Next up...MUCCASSASSINA (Rome, Italy)

Hustlaball Berlin 2015 (GALLERY)

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 Opening Act ... ME!

 harnessed & naked backstage

sea of lustful pervs

 lights...camera...LICK!

take it like a man!

Sexy Saturday

www.twitter.com/Troymission

A hot, fucking time in Orlando!!

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MachoFactory's SCANDALOUS party in Orlando last week (June 6) was held at Secret's Hideaway, a hill-billy swinger's resort. (Maybe that's unfair; being a city boy from the North I'm prone to regard most Southerners as hill-billies. But, seriously, the folks who run it really did strike me as rough round dem dar edges). The grounds were under construction in parts but, on the whole, it was a pretty nice place and the projected room renovations look sharp.

Along with myself there was Red, DeeLight, Big Beef (if ever there was a befitting name!), Rod Beckmann, Austin Dallas, Quawn, and a Bi-LatinMen.com model from California who I only remember as Skaterboy (because he skateboards & has tattoos). Notably absent were MachoFucker, Corey Corey, Pig-Boy, Champ Robinson and Dolf Dietrich. Damn, and I was psyched to finally meet masseur Corey Corey, too. Oh well. Shit happens. On went the show!

back l to r: Rod Beckmann, Austin Dallas, Big Beef, Red, Troy Moreno

front l to r: Quawn, Skaterboy, Gage

After presenting at the official Gay Day Exposition the group got together for a photo shoot. As the party got underway, I spent a good deal of time in the heated swimming pool - can you believe no one joined me?! - before taking to the pole and gogo-dancing. But shit truly started popping sweat with the live sex shows.

Red really is as horny crazy as he appears on film. He and I spit-roasted this insatiable hunky black attendee whose firm, meaty ass is perfect for pounding on camera. But since there was no camera it remained just plain perfect for pounding! Another live demonstration had me and Austin Dallas grinding in his high-tops. His deliciously smooth ass was pink with my hand prints. That is one sexy wigga! At one point a brave couple from the audience stepped up - or, rather, laid down - and got fucked side by side by me and, yep, Red. And the fact that this particular ass was tan lined only energized me more. I rewarded it with a thick, creamy frosting.

Other performers were on display too. Dee-light dominated the dance stage and even had female swingers tipping him; BIG muscular Brazilian Beckmann showed his versatility; Big Beef displayed why his milkshakes bring everybody to the yard (as women guests everywhere envied his cakes); white jock Gage was the trophy boy in a group sex of MILFs...and, yes, those mommies had big ass natural titties. Made me jealous just watching him!

As for the playrooms in back, that's another story. The playrooms are where guests go to get their freak on. At some hour in the middle of the night, after a few whisky-n-colas, el vato loco Skaterboy and I went there with two friends and got blowjobs from them. Skaterboy's surprisingly hairless butt has yet to do hardcore porn. I'm working on him.... Then a fan got a taste of my knob. THEN this young hot, Latino couple invited me to join them. You know those images smiling back at you from the gay cruise/resort/circuit posters? Yeah, they were that young & hot. The dark top and I took turns stuffing both ends of his boyfriend. It was so sweeeeet.

I rewarded it with a thick, creamy frosting

I finally went to my air-conditioned room (remember this was in hot & humid Florida), locked the door behind me, pulled the drapes, showered and got in the bed -- to sleep. And that was around four-thirty in the a.m.  Because, darlings, a gentleman abandons his scandalous ways come morning. 

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.

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.

I'd be a big shameless whore if I weren't so scrupulous

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I could get more porn work if I were willing to degrade myself further, including doing gigs for not so much money. Think on that the next time you see one of your favorite porn stars in, yet, another new production. Not that I find sex work degrading or demeaning (of course not); but we all have a threshold at which point it becomes uncomfortable to proceed. I pity the fools who show no such limitations. Linda Lovelace discovered hers. Edward Snowden discovered his. I know mine. Have you discovered yours?  

Unfortunately I do know the word no and there are brief moments when I resent it. I really do. If it weren't for this overly simplistic, monosyllabic word I'd be so much more contracted -- or dead. Oh well. Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da sometimes you simply gotta, as Nancy put it, Just say no!   

Up close and hard

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I know you just got here. And this is crazy. 
But here's my hard dick...so book me maybe.

just press Play for play

Rambling briefs

• fired, sacked, canned, thrown out (Use one or two of these words to complete the following story:

Two weeks ago the head manager threatened to have me ______ and pulled from the schedule for arguing with his friend, the bartender, for calling me "just a dancer." One week ago the head manager went on vacation. This week I am still scheduled to work and it is the head manager who has now been ______. Go figure.

This is a true story in the wonderful journey I like to call my life. Booyah! 

• A few times a week I manage to train twice daily or, at minimum, for two hours (weight training) plus aerobic, dancing, or stretching classes. I'm in big need of a sports massage! Twice I stopped by a holistic place offering heat therapy but no one answered the door. Yesterday I popped into a chiropractic-looking parlor but they were totally booked. So...I bought aromatic bath crystals and had a nice, long soak in the bath. Then took a nap.  

At your service

TOUCH (Berlin)

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Just got a new gig dancing regularly at newly reopened Touch Club!
So if you're ever in the neighborhood, drop on your knees and see me sometime.... 

Hire your fantasy

Antropology sucks

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The bar touts itself as a place "where classy meets fun" but there is nothing classy about how it is run. The strippers are treated like shit and given as much thought as one gives to the crap he just dumped in the toilet -- zero...save for flushing it away.

Strippers are not paid any wages yet are required to work nightly AND forbidden to ever dance in any other venue.

Read more: Don't Go To Canuckistan; ó Rick Steves Blows: Antropology Bar is not classy or fun (Puerto Vallarta)

 

Your Fantasy...My Physique

Cool ass thong - wish list

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Where can I get this thong! I'd rock the hell out of this in my dance routines.

Bachelorette party minus the bride-to-be

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My gig last Saturday was unique in that it was the first time I worked a hen party where the hen was m.i.a.! Poor girl was already too drunk by the time I was scheduled to surprise her. Instead of oogling and squeezing my buns of steel she was worshiping the porcelain god. Ha! Oh well it's a first for everything. The rest of the lasses were sober enough to enjoy the show and what a show it was! Since it was a school theme I stripped down to my jockstrap -- and then out of it.
(hopefully she'll send me some pics....)

malestrippersscotland.co.uk/tyrese

 

My business cards

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Finally got around to ordering some business cards. Even designed them myself!

BRINGING SEXY BLACK!

No boring cliché costumes, no tired schtick. Just fun time with my big natural...gift

Always non-aggressive & classy shows

100% professional

birthday . graduation . hen party . life-drawing party . promos . g-rated . go-go . private dances