"T.T. reflects exactly what that sort of porno is about," senior video editor Bud Swope said, "where you screw the hell out of the woman and come all over her face. He throws girls around. He pile-drives till they protest...He's just aggression." In an interview in the April 1995 issue of Hustler Erotic Video Guide, T.T. Boy had this to say: "I was a shy little kid when I started, and now I'm just a guy who wants to fuck the shit out of all these girls. Just fuck 'em to death."

 --From Susan Faludi's 'Stiffed'

"(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 held 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."

- From Jenna Jameson's "How To Make Love Like Porn Star, page 374.