Alejandro doesn’t speak much English, but the language he speaks we understand.

We comprede mucho!

Yes, starring now in the Maximo Latino section of the Inner Circle, another happy guy from Buenos Aires with a big dick and a beautiful attitude.

And how buenos is his aires? Let’s just say that Alejandro is the good time had by all. Men, women … and every gender in between.

Alejandro tells us, in that sweet universal way of his, that he’s always ready. What he’s always ready for is quite clear. He doesn’t use his hands to convey this but another delightful and succulent part of himself. “Ready to party” is the rough translation. “Ready to party with you, baby.”

Truth is we’d like to pack this little guy in our luggage and take him back home with us. Then we could say — and you know we just had to find a way to work this in — don’t cry for us, Argentina.

But we’re sure we’d be stopped at customs. We’re sure that his big ol’ personality would stick out somewhere. Then there would be the strip search, and strip searches always end in cavity checks, and well … there goes your dignity!

Instead, we settled on putting still shots and even hotter film clips of Alejandro up in the Inner Circle — for ourselves and for all the other universal linguists out there in Nightcharm Land.

So stand back, loyal reader.

You ought to know what you’re going to get in he: just a little touch, just a little touch, of Argentina’s brand of star qual-it-ty!

(MEMBERS / non-MEMBERS take a free tour)

Your mother was right when she told you to be nice to everyone.

The people you meet on the way in are the same people you meet on the way out. It’s just that sometimes those people are not exactly the same person but that person’s son or grandson.

In honor of Mother’s Day and the Wisdom of Mothers, we present this reminder.

Bitchy may be cool in a bar if you’re a drag queen doing a dead-on imitation of Bette Davis (right). Cruel but Fair may really hit the spot if you’re a judge stuffed into a black t-shirt on American Idol. But mother leans over your shoulder once again to whisper the cautionary word, to impart the wisdom of survival:

Be nice! O ye fearsome beauties, ye long-limbed youths! Be nice to those many Mr. Wrongs that waste your time. A simple “No thanks” accompanied by a warm, understanding smile is all that is needed.

Be firm, of course; be blunt if you must; but always be (all together now) …

For behold! The Evolution of Hot (more…)

The Bush Administration has once again been caught up in its own bullshit.

Randall Tobias, an Abstinence Czar in charge of AIDS foreign aid, had to resign in a hurry over the weekend after his name was linked to “a Washington call-girl ring”, as the Washington Post rather antiquely put it.

Antique because so-called “scandals” involving joy girls — or joy boys, for that matter (like the model playing one at right) — are amusing non-starters for most of us, including the Washington Post.

Especially when such merely human peccadilloes are placed against the backdrop of recent and truly egregious Bush fuckups — the mismanagement of military aftercare at Walter Reed Hospital, say, or the systematic leaking of an undercover CIA agent’s name by a White House intent on selling a war with disinformation.

The only reason the call-girl story has traction is because Republicans are involved, and not just Republicans but those who have set themselves up as caped crusaders in a “morals” war on sex. (more…)

Like we needed a new excuse to run even more photos of guys in underwear!

Still, thank you New York Times.

Last week the paper that boasts of being the national arbiter of “all the news that’s fit to print” discovered what has been fit — for two decades now — for gay guys to wear under their pants.

That is, when we deign to wear anything at all.

Our dear Gray Lady, flagship of America’s elite opinion-making newspapers, is now fainting with the news:

Men’s underwear has gone flamboyant.

Men’s underwear has gone positively sexy in the most glorious bun-huggy, dick-pushy way.

In a report on colored, patterned, basket-centric briefs, amusingly entitled But What if You Get Hit by a Taxi?, the New York Times made it official for the slow class, that is, the Metrosexuals. (more…)

Jop: I love your last name, it rhymes! (more…)

Thank you Wikipedia.

In a rather delightful entry on Gay Icons, Wikipedia lists David Beckham alongside George Michael, St. Sebastian and Peter Pan as iconic gay dreamboats.

That would explain — as if any explanation were needed beyond the evidence of our own two eyes — what occurred last Saturday in Valencia, Spain.

It was during a football game when the cutest fanboy in all the world breached security, ran onto the field and, in his adorable big-eyed Iberian way, asked the Becks for the same thing anyone in their right mind would ask for — a big ol’ hug.

Of course, the Becks, somewhat astonished but not exactly surprised, gave him one — at least in the form of an understanding pat on the head?

In exchange, the boy offered his shirt –and it seems his pants as well (at right.)

But then, wouldn’t anyone? — again being in one’s right mind as our overarching assumption. (more…)

So they did this experiment, they being a battery of PhDs for The Journal of Sexual Medicine.

Forty guys — 20 cut, 20 un — were tested to see which group was more sensitive to “genital sensory stimulation” — that’s lab-speak for “pleasure.”

So the 40 dicks were stretched. The 40 dicks were pulled. The 40 dicks were tickled until they blushed a violet crimson.

And what did the 40 dicks yield? (more…)

We’ve all been to that bend in the river, haven’t we? Where the woodbine twineth — among other thangs.

In case you’ve forgotten what a thang looks like, our master artist Josman draws a whole slew of tumescent ones for the R.J. Marsh story The Way Things Are, which you’ll find in the Inner Circle.

A potent, hardon-making tale, it is also beautifully written — something we’ve come to expect from this author. For the way things are is that nobody in this story is gay. Nobody at all. All the guys tell us that several times. And yet…

And yet each one of them finds their way to that bend in the river. (more…)