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KickSagat covers all asses

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Whose ass do these trippy pants more justice:


Mademoiselle Sagat
or
Mademoiselle Yellowshoes ??

I guess when girls look right-at-home in menswear, then either the design isn't a very masculine one...or probably never was with which to begin. The take-away: don't give marmalade to a pig.

17cms was too much for me

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So I had it cut off. The seamstress did a good job. The logo was gone but, what the fuck did I care, my shorts fit better. Wait, what did you think I was talking about?

I only wear shorts on two occasions: exercise and the beach. And I hate long shorts. They make me look even shorter. It's one of the things I find irritating with these over hyped 'fitness competitions' (they're models participating in a modeling contest...call it like it is) because board shorts totally hide the legwork. 

 how ya like me now?

The gym shorts* (Under Armor in case you're wondering) were a gift and feel absolutely sweet against the skin, don't bunch up, have pockets -- but they were too long. Like it was designed for NBA players. It nagged me. So I had 'em altered - hell, I've even taken underwear to be tailored - and did away with a full 17cm! That's nearly as long as my dick.
Now I can see my knees and have greater ease of movement ... which is the whole point of gym shorts, baby.  

Thank you @atlgaboy30305!

*be sure to wear something underneath or else your junk will be as obvious as a bull in a China shop.

DEAR TROY ... Polyamory, "An American Nigger in San Juan"

Dear Troy
All right, all right, I thought it was clearly meant that I was just using "bb" as shorthand for "bareback." I certainly don't go around saying "bb" instead of "bareback," and I guess I'd usually spell it out in writing, too. Anyway, I liked the image of the child.

I'm still surprised, however, that you said first that you'd lost work because you wouldn't perform "condom-free" as if there were some distinction between that and "bareback," "raw," etc. 

I guess I'd advocate that polyamory makes more sense than polygamy or anything else. That's a long conversation, though. I think I'd probably fit best in a triad relationship, but I haven't had the chance to try it out.

In the past you were virulently opposed to gay marriage and contemptuous of anyone who advocated it, tacitly or not. Your stance didn't seem predicated on reservations about divorce or proposals for alternative legal frameworks giving same-sex couples the right to hospital visits and such. What changed? 

I have read A Traveler Other and An American Nigger in San Juan. I haven't read your plays because when I initially searched for them I couldn't find them. I haven't tried in a while. Could you point me in the right direction? I know a community theater that might be willing to produce one or more, but obviously I'd have to read them before making recommendations. Which playwrights do you admire? I'm dissatisfied with most contemporary theater; I wish Pinter were still alive and writing. Have you seen the collaborations he did with Joseph Losey? I think Accident is the best.

I can see you being interested in Teddy Roosevelt. You share the same wanderlust he had and the desire to put pen to paper (sort of) about it. Unfortunately you don't have the same freedom of passage he did, in wealth, skin color, connections, or outsized reputation.

I'm always working on several books at once. Now it's histories of Reconstruction and Jim Crow.

I hope what I'm writing is giving you more than an idea of my personality, interests, etc. I have an undergrad degree from Harvard with a few grad courses, but no real progress toward a grad degree for various reasons, including fear of massive debt. I also think it's a lot more important to have a native intelligence than a college degree. An American, I've traveled overseas and lived for several years abroad in a non-English-speaking country. I read a lot, mostly non-fiction. I write some, too.

I imagine you want to know something about me physically. I'm in my 40s, pretty short, and fairly hairy. I'm white, with brown hair and hazel eyes. I've put on some extra pounds in the past few years, but living in a really cold climate is a major part of the problem. I'm in a new exercise regimen that's getting rid of the belly, though. Once I get the body I want or come close to it (and probably need if I want you to fuck me---and maybe more?), I hope we could be workout partners. :)

Thanks for the interest....

Read more: http://troymoreno.blogspot.com/2015/04/dear-troy-doing-bb-scenes-same-sex.html#ixzz3XMb2uiTl



DEAR ANONYMOUS:
I'm very happy to read you've read a couple of my books (and, apparently, frequent my web logs)! What you write concerning my stance on same-sex marriage, and, really, the tone of your wording, intrigues me because it implies we've discussed it at length and, yet, Anonymous, that is a topic which I don't casually discuss with people; especially those who, like yourself I gather, have a very different id est favorable or nonchalant opinion of the issue. So now Troy is combing the old memory bank to narrow down those few persons with whom such a loaded topic would have been deemed appropriate to knock around for, you see, I do not mistake arguments for conversation.

In the meantime, your physical description, while not abetting my memory, sounds extremely conducive to your surroundings. Fairly hairy...white...some extra pounds...cold climate. I shall henceforward refer to you as Polar Bear! It's ironic that such a proud homosexual attempts to remain so hidden while simultaneously inquisitive of moi. Tsk, tsk, tsk. (Btw, PB, the use of the diminutive 'belly' instead of 'stomach,' 'midsection' or 'abdomen' does filter my search of past acquaintances).

As to the tag of porn scenes, please call it whatever you like but the take-away is this: an uncovered dick by any other name is the typecast I'm expected to oblige. Some guys seem to get off with calling it breeding or raw fucking. Me? Without thinking about it, I'm much more likely to say "fucking without condoms" than "bareback." But, like I said, an uncovered dick by any other name.... 

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!   

Don't beat, go out and meet!

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Seriously? Man, if you gotta belong to a jack-off community, then you really, really have social or some other issues. Thanks to the World Wide Web a loser is nurtured every half minute. Devolution....
Don't beat it when you can go out and meet it!

Troy Moreno & Cory Koons (VIDEO)

behind-the-scenes shot of Cory's ass after our shoot

Cory is such a hungry and smooth-skinned bottom. It was a real treat being paired with him. When Nick Moretti asked if I had anyone in mind I initially answered no. Then, being in San Francisco, I had a flashbulb moment and immediately text'd back, On second thought is it possible you can arrange an Asian model? He replied, "Really? I know just the person." Man, was I surprised to learn I would be working with Cory Koons! 

He has beautiful skin and feet, cute almond eyes, and a sweet, soft asshole. His hipster tattoos are colorful and convey an edginess that's, well, erotic on a bottom power -- and without the desperate appeal typical of tattooed twinks who want to be regarded seriously as rough men rather than the buttboy sluts they are. Check us out:

Raw Fuck Club - Troy Moreno and Cory Koons

DEAR TROY ... Doing "bb" scenes, same-sex marriages

Dear Troy... 
Me again. I wanted to write sooner. Sorry I didn't.
I see you have at least five bb scenes out there, including ones with Armond Rizzo and Cory Koons, so I wonder why you say you've lost work for refusing to do bb, which implies that you've never done it. At least there is Truvada now, although it's apparently astronomically expensive, but with condoms added, two (or more!) serodiscordant partners could have amazing fucks, or so I think. Do you?
Have you ever been in love? What sort of relationship would you ever see yourself in? I know you oppose everything about gay marriage, including any legal codification approving it (which was one of the "questionable" political stances I was talking about before), but is there any point at which you'd think of having a few men (or one) you were really emotionally and mentally connected with while pursuing your porn and other careers as well as your other sexual adventures? Would you at least go for a "fellow traveler"? I could talk about how disappointed I am in Obama and Israel, too, but probably from a much more leftist perspective. (Have you read Max Blumenthal's book Goliath?) And you could tell me much more about where you've been and where you hope to go as you continue to satisfy your lust and wanderlust.

I never meant to give the impression that I disapprove of drinking at all or YOUR smoking habits. When it comes to smoking, that's what I meant when I said that finding out a guy is a smoker inveterately turns me off, even when I've already developed some sort of interest in him, even if he's a favorite actor or porn star---but then you came along. Hell, cigars and pipe tobacco are far better than cigarettes and almost always better than pot and incense!

I just read your post about the Kit Kat. You failed to mention how you were outfitted---not that it's any of my business---but what kinds of erotic outfits do you like to see potential partners or longer-term fuck buddies in? What other things do you find especially sexy? (I'm glad to see you like hair and don't seem to mind beards....!) And how does the Kit Kat compare with other sex clubs? 

Are you working on another book or do you have plans for another? What are some of your favorite books and why? And what about authors? 

I guess that's it for now. Be well

Read more: http://troymoreno.blogspot.com/2015/03/dear-troy-platos-phaedrus.html#ixzz3Wd5eaTHr

Dear Anonymous:
No, no, no I said I lost work for refusing to perform condom free. Believe it or not. It was a blast shooting with Cory Koons and Armondito. By the way, "bb"? Nah let's call it by its name: homosexual barebacking (the term isn't used in straight porn nor to describe reproductive coupling); bb sounds so misleadingly cute...like a thick tongued child trying to say he needs to use the bathroom. 

Same-sex marriage is still not a thing I flippantly regard as 'Sure, why not?' In the face of cruel divorce biases, I think it is quite reasonable for a man to decide to live or partner with another man than buy into the drama of legally marrying a woman. Hell, polygamy makes more sense than our current provision of 'one man-one woman'. Legally recognizing unrelated persons as estate benefactors or 'next of kin' in cases of emergencies and hospital visits is an advance that can be made and ought to have been, it seems to me, without sanctioning same-sex marriages.   

No, I've not read Blumenthal's "Goliath" but, yes, I am busy working on another book as well as a play! Have you read my previous works? Currently I'm reading "The Bully Pulpit" (Doris Kearns Goodwin). As for my personal life I'll keep that personal except to say that I care nothing for games or costumes in the bedroom; plainly, I like my lovers to be barefoot butt ass naked and clean smelling. Aside from, maybe, a tan line I don't care to see them wearing anything but a grin -- and me. 
I don't ask for much.  

flaccid dick on a sleeping rump

How to be an ex-porn star (Conner Habib)

ALMOST time to go!

At the KitKatClub (BERLIN)

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Once inside it doesn't take long to see what's all the fuss about. 

After answering some preliminary questions from the woman at the door (Was I alone? Did I know this is the KitKatClub? Did I have an outfit to wear?) I paid the 10 euro cover, changed into my erotic gear (with condoms and lube stuffed down my crotch) and checked my things at the coat-check. Everyone was undressing right there at the Reception. Some suited up in latex or capes, plenty dressed in bondage shit, and still others donned masks, jockstraps, skimpy mini skirts, elaborate costumes or nothing at all. Some women went around with exposed titties (but they weren't really enticing ones, if you ask me; tended to be shaped more like bee stings or eggplants...there was one, though, dressed in a yellow miniskirt that had a helluva rack!), most men went topless with neckties, but three old ass delusional perverts were buck ass naked -- and that was three naked geezers too many. Those creeps tugged at their turkey gizzards the whole damn night. (It must suck not to get an erection; and IF that tiny thing represented an erection then he should retire to China).

condoms and lube stuffed down my crotch

It took hours before I got any action. The sexing I witnessed up until that point was clearly between couples who enjoyed being watched - correction: ogled. I concluded they were couples because she wasn't passed around -- much to the dismay of so many peckers. With no bitches catching my scent I was damned if I was going home without getting laid so...I opened up my options. (Be that as it may I still would prefer to go on a mixed night than an all-gay night because it is just a bit more exciting than being in the thick of unshapely horny Germans who decided to take a respite from anti-socializing on Gayromeo). 

My fun started with a blowjob from a hairy man in a jockstrap. I'd seen him sucking two guys earlier and was keen to have him on my dick. Unfortunately he wasn't looking to have his furry cheeks penetrated and since I was looking for more than head we parted ways. Then I came across a literal tug-and-suck fest. Apparently entry into such socials requires whipping out your dick - or getting on your knees - so out came my dick. My calling card was taken up by yet another bearded man. Then another. Who knew there were so many hipsters in the mix! While the first one monopolized my shaft, the other suckled on my nipples - which I love! - before eventually getting some head time in. But the first beard took it back and greedily sucked my knob until I felt the stirrings of orgasm. He did too. I didn't want to come; but the more I tried to pull back the greedily he sucked, intent on draining me. Short of hitting him I wasn't getting out of his mouth so I relished the heightened sensation and let the dam brake loose. I came into both of their mouths. Not a drop escaped onto their beards. The first one sat there for a long time afterwards staring up at me with a satisfied grin like the sweet cocksucker that he was. I bent over and thanked him with a kiss.

Then he whispered, Will you fuck me? I nodded.

I thought that concluded my night and went and sat in a small lounge with dead TV monitors pitted in its red painted wall. A group of three drinkers - two men and a lady - sat opposite. I rested my head back and closed my eyes. Someone sat near me. It was a handsome, brown man I'd recognized throughout the night. His body was lean and hairless and he was sporting tiny white running shorts which nicely contrasted his bronze tone. Spent, though, I leaned my head back and ignored him.  When his hand caressed my chest I didn't flinch; nor as it moved down to my crotch. I pulled it out for him to admire better. Right there before the watching eyes of the trio (I peeked) he took my dick in his mouth. I reclined and stared at the ceiling. Then he whispered, Will you fuck me? I nodded. Follow me, he grinned. We stopped the foreplay show and he led me to an area just off of the principal dance floor. 

I took my sweet time rimming his smooth small Spanish ass. With our clothes down round our ankles I lay flat across his back and began pumping ass! I wished we'd connected before the tag-team blowjob when I was on full brick. But, hey, one mustn't let a little thing like that get in the way of getting laid. There were always onlookers and our affair was no exception. Then we lay side by side and masturbated each other, cumming almost in sync. 

staring up at me with a satisfied grin like the sweet cocksucker that he was

When I left the Kit Kat I was surprised to see the bright blue Sunday morning sky. It was 7am. 

PS: Best of all: NO CELL PHONES ALLOWED.

The unsexiness of delusions

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I had the most stirring dream last night. Not strange or weird in any unreal sense because all dreams are 'strange' in their credible distortion of time, travel, and chronology; nor was the immediate waking to Reality marked by a residue of Fear, cold sweat, eeriness, regret or jubilation. Instead I felt calm -- and proud.

I'm in a shopping mall when I pass someone I know from the Industry. I acknowledge him with a subdued yet friendly greeting. He rebuffs me. I'm not a squeaker, he sneers. A squeaker? I wonder aloud. What's that? Sm'body who fucks boy ass, he clarifies pointedly and to the amusement of his friends. But for their ridiculous laughter do I notice them: a gaggle of girls with an alpha bitch sidling up to him; the girlfriend. And like a woman, she opens her mouth when she shouldn't, intent on adding insult to injury. Yeah, comes her unsolicited input as they glide up the escalator, he don't fuck boys and girls together. More ridiculous laughter at my expense. I fire back: Not 'together' because a fat cow like you wouldn't agree to it; but he certainly fucks both in the same week! Silence. I walk out of the building and into Consciousness.

One of the irritating things about that encounter involves the projected - i.e., shared - delusions from the unnecessary lies we tell ourselves. They both knew the score - I'm sure the bitch wasn't THAT oblivious - but rather than grin and nod they opted instead to play me. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Unless I'm holding a ticket stub to see you playact don't share your fucking delusions with me.   

Browsing in an adult bookstore

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So I'm minding my own business perusing pervert products in a sex shop when who should I encounter but...myself!
I think the photo (by Louis LaSalle) captures my sweaty intensity quite well, don't you? And, no, I don't know whose dick that is on the opposite page. What sort of pervert do you take me for!

On the practical uses of an ass

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The practical applications of a beautiful, firm ass:

 a cap to keep my dick warm

a warm pillow on which to lay my head upon

Simultaneous grinding!! - wish list

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Damn! I've gots to try this! 

DEAR TROY ... Plato's Phaedrus

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Dear Troy...
You're a curious man, Troy. I've discovered how, um, "questionable" and contradictory your views are on several political matters, and I think your stance on bb sex is pretty appalling ("safe sex schmafe sex" I think you said in a published interview, though I know sometimes such interviews aren't accurate). Yet in your case I can't get you out of my head. Often opposites attract, though I don't know you'd be attracted to me. I'm consistently turned off when I discover a man seems to care little about the relationship between fucking and health, smokes, loves Ayn Rand, etc., but you are the exception. Was it because before I knew your politics I saw all aspects of your gorgeous body---one of the most amazing in existence and maybe of all time---fucking men gloriously, expertly, safely? Because I fantasized about being your lover the way I do with only a few gay porn stars? Because I fantasized about being your boyfriend, perhaps one of enough longevity that I'd be an uncle to your nieces and nephews, your longtime companion? That even when I learned more about your mindset, I admired you for finding words for it and chronicling your (mis)adventures, then self-publishing them? That I've pictured myself debating you and crushing your arguments, only to retire to the bedroom and experience you crushing me under the weight of your body? Maybe writing this to you will help me purge all these longings. I want the world to go back to making more sense despite the knowledge of the frequent futility of this wish going back at least as far as Plato's "Phaedrus."  3/19/15

Dear Anonymous:
The only thing contradictory about my politics is that I once believed in the good of Obama and Israel. I've never granted an interview in my career and what I have shared on bb sex is to say I don't get the mystical attraction or polarization of it. I've even lost work because I wanted to wear condoms. Ayn Rand? I like her books and exemplary concentration as a writer but I'm not a Randite and don't even bother with Ayn Rand social networks. However, the cigars and whisky stay.
Thank you, whoever you are. I really enjoyed reading your thoughtful commentary

Read more: http://troymoreno.blogspot.com/2015/03/show-of-colorful-bottoms-pt2.html#ixzz3V43TDnXs 

Spent & spunked

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When I say I entertain private parties, I mean I really entertain private parts, uh, parties. Oops.
This one was left a very happy camper. Judging from the pics we both were. Who's next?

creamy evidence of a satisfied fuck

Show of colorful bottoms - Pt.3

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Some more pics of me in the colorful gifts

this chichi jockstrap has a velvet pouch with silver stars...so feels nice but definitely not for the gym. Wouldn't you like to catch me gogo dancing in it, though? Don't forget to tip aplenty!

so many bright colors. Where to begin: butt or bulge?

thanks @altgaboy30305!

If you'd like to send me something via post or wire, write to me for details and include some way for me to return your query. All comments are moderated by me before being published so you needn't worry that your private information will be seen by others -- unless you try to burn me. 

Rimming South American cakes

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Click the link below to see some blubbering action!

GAYRIMMINGASSBLOG: RIMMING ACTION!

Show of colorful bottoms - Pt.2

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Remember the colorful bottoms I got as a gift? Here's some pictures of me in them:

more to come!

Porn star/escort posteriors (male)

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Starting with...
(* indicates a corresponding post)

Myself

@Troymission

Agassi*

Lucas di Fubbiano*

TJ Cummings

Sarge*

Sair

Jordano Santoro*

Maverick (taking my dick)*

 Tyrek

Dean Monroe


Peter Le

Colorful bottoms

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Look at all of these hot, bright garments I now have to sheath my sword! These welcomed additions mark a stark reversal to my current wardrobe (not that there's anything wrong with it! Let's just say I prefer...'personality' in my cufflinks and bowties...but hate it in socks). 

Thank you guys so much for the gifts! I really do appreciate it and will share pics of me in them by-and-by.

ask and ye shall receive 

(if someone's listening, that is)

 String bikini. Oh tudo bon!

U mad though?

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I know the feeling...

Andrew Christian jockstrap? I think not

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I now realize how monochromatic this all is. But, hey, it feels - and looks - good on my ass. And that's all that matters. A splash of color, though, can't hurt. (wink, wink fans...).

Especially like the blue suit on the far right. It is a retro cut bathing suit with a wide waistband and flat silhouette. It reminds me of the posing trunks muscle men sported way back when.  On the other hand, had to get rid of the Andrew Christian jockstrap. The material felt nice and cozy on the balls, yes, but...it's not a REAL jockstrap. I wear real jockstraps! It doesn't 'support' anything -- and, truthfully, ain't made to. He makes some sexy, good stuff (e.g., swimsuits) but, let's be honest, his jockstraps are just an undergarment faggots wear to feel pornoesque, en vogue; nothing more than pricey gogo boy slutgear. 

In the end I asked myself, What would I think of a guy who dropped trou and, there before me, stood he in his, no doubt, untainted Andrew Christian jockstrap? I'd think it was time for him to zip up and prance away. 

     the real deal

@Troymission