Noah got out of New Orleans just in time to see it sink — from a motel room across the state line in Texas. He had gone to the Big Easy with his buds to raise a little fratboy hell. Nature, however decided to give them a lesson in what the real thing might look like.
Afterward, they were all soaked to the skin, toweling off in the Best Western while their jeans and T-shirts hung off every rod and rack in the bathroom.
They watched Anderson Cooper on CNN reporting from the eye of the storm. He managed to look so crisp and pressed while Noah and the buds stood about the room with their cobblestone abs and pert college-boy asses on intermittent display as they worked the towels up and down and over to the side.
Did they think, one of them asked, that ole Anderson was … you know? Yeah, they thought so. And at just a hint that the dapper gray-haired reporter might be a touch accommodating, the towels were whipped off and the towel snapping began. That’s when the cell phones came out, capturing photos of them all horsing around in the nude, mugging for the camera, mimicking porn-type juxtapositions.
They were giddy from driving through the rain, escaping the flood (they at first thought they would weather it out in a Bourbon Street bar) and getting nicely walleyed from all those concoctions in the tall glasses with the blue crushed ice they had ordered before the bar shuttered up its windows and turned them out on the street.
Well one thing led to another in that motel room, and soon no one had any hands free to be snapping photos. It was just one beautiful, athletic moment after another that only the four walls and one mightily messed-up bed witnessed.
Noah and some of his buds are still partying in the Inner Circle. You’ll find them on the Video Launch Pad, Fratmen division.
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This shit is hot hot guys hot shit what is one to do cum on
It’s bad enough that you guys have no appreciation of the various shades and colors of gay men, prefering to showcase only white, Abercrombie and Fitch types, but turning the misery of Katrina into a fratboy beefcake spread is offensive, insensitive and downright tacky. Please rethink publishing this.
The destruction along the Gulf Coast by Hurricane Katrina is neither being celebrated or marginalized in the story above. The storm serves merely as a backdrop that shapes the direction of the narrative.
Hurricane Katrina was a national event and the cause of a national disgrace. That said, it is still an event that impacted many different people in many different ways. There is not one “official” version, or one official emotion, or one official story associated with this, or any, event.
You’re forgetting about the comment about the Abercrombie and Fitch types, which I find way more valid… I mean, the man has a point! Where are the sexy black guys, the Latinos? I know they’re out there…
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Oh, FUCK this guy is hot. I just want to suck his juicy cock up and then get him to fuck me
Funny. I seem to notice entire sections of the Inner Circle devoted to men of color and all sorts of different scenes. And if there seems to be a greater proportion of white boys, all I can think is Econ 101: Supply and Demand, boys, Supply and Demand.
Comeon! Bring that dick closer!
fuck he is sexy i want to suck his cock
He’s a hotty
He is too hot…great dick!
i wanna feel that big ol dick deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep in my ass
i’D LET HIM SLIP INTO ME AND HAVE HIS GREATBCHARM TAKE MY BODY INTO EXTACY AND CUM WITH OUT TOUCHING MYSELF…
shame on you! I’m a survior of katrina and belive me sex was not on my mind as I lost everything I owned including my history. Shame, Shame!
one last thing. Where are the sex shots following 9/11. Do you get it now!
What a great idea, Paul M.
Scene opens on 9/11. The South Tower is burning. The stairwells are filled with black billowing smoke. In the distance we hear people coughing. A fireman going up and a cop coming down the steps bump into each other. Groping their way through the fumes they find themselves groping each other. There is the clatter of a wheelchair falling down the steps below. The cop and the fireman realize this may be their last minutes on earth — when suddenly …. oh so suddenly … LOVE HAPPENS!
Great! We’ll get right on it.
Nightcharm, you are O*U*T*R*A*G*E*O*U*S
Life is good for you right now and thats Great. but your day will come. Sleep well!
Can we all just take a breath for a minute.
The Noah story is not about Katrina. Katrina is its backdrop. It is a story about tourists — of which New Orleans had many when the hurricane struck. These tourists came to the city to have fun and fled the hurricane in time. They had no other investment in New Orleans and its fate did not change them.
We are not making light of what Katrina did to New Orleans or the people of the Gulf Coast. At the time of the hurricane, we wrote several grave entries about it, which you will find when you check our archive for September 2005.
Again this is a story of one group of people and how they experienced a national event –an event that happened, in different degrees of severity, to our entire nation. No one person “owns” the narrative.
And on a lighter note can we just quote a Grace Jones song?:
“We are very superficial; we hate everything official.”