More of "The Book", T.T. Boy

T.T. Boy is an amazingly prolific porn star who is still in the biz today. He sort of walked the line between pudgy and built, but he a had a frat boy appeal that I couldn't deny. He also always seemed to be fucking so hard he was about to pass out from the exertion, which I find admirable. I had always assumed his bizarre porn name was cause he liked "titties", but apparently he used to be a boxer and fought under the name "Troy the Boy". Jenna Jameson tells a memorable story about him in her autobiography:

“He (T.T. Boy) raced through the foreplay – a little kissing a little oral sex – then all hell broke loose. He slammed me so fast and hard that it took every ounce of control I had to stay focused and in the moment…. I could feel my thighs bruising against his. Then suddenly it all stopped. He pulled out and shot straight into my mouth. I wasn’t expecting him to pop so soon.
‘Is that all?’ I asked.
‘No,’ he said. He grabbed my hips and helped me just over his lap and started slamming me into his dick. I was in decent shape cardio-wise, but he moved with such force and speed that I was winded. It felt like my insides were going to fall out. And then, finally, he popped – again.
‘Is that all?’ I asked.
‘No', he grunted.
And he put it right back inside. The guy was a machine. There was no lull. His focus never dimmed. His intensity never wavered. He’d throw me into position after position, and would come in each one. I was in shock. I’d never been fucked like this in my life.
I couldn’t wait for him to finish. I was starting to get sore. Finally, after four pop shots, he said, ‘Hold on. I have to go eat something.’
‘Are we done?’ I dared to ask.
‘Not by a long shot,’ he said.
I didn’t think I could take anymore, but I kept my mouth shut. I was curious to see what he was up to now. He walked off, devoured three cans of tuna, and was back with a raging hard-on still pulsating in the air. Within minutes, he was pounding me over and over, in every position I’d ever imagine and some I hadn’t, until finally, with one last climactic pop, he was done. Time elapsed: 156 minutes. …
I literally limped away from the set, licking my wounds…” (Pg. 374)

She proceeds to call him "tuna boy" for the rest of the book. I love porn star autobiographies.

He makes a couple more appearances in my book, one with my man Steve Drake. Notice the double standard that the woman in that pic still has her heels on but he's wearing dirty socks. Also note the tangle of electrical cords at their feet, which probably wouldn't make the fire marshal too happy. Maybe it was integral to the plot.




He's aging pretty well too. He's still got a swarthy appeal:



His brother is an amazingly hot gay porn star named Lex Baldwin, but that sad tale will get a post of its own.....