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Dick in the News!

Dick in the air.

Dick … everywhere.

Yes, boys and girls, as if we needed to be told twice, Penis Rules.

So it is only right — only our journalistic duty in action — that we introduce a rude and lewd regular feature: The Week in PENIS.

To help us inaugurate this our first penile roundup, we present for your perving pleasure Kasey Kahne (nickname: Gameboy), at left, a NASCAR hottie who is sure to get into a pissing match with one of this week’s news flashes.

The report, which you will find below, tells of a campaign to link fast cars to a certain lack of gravitas in the ol’ bulge department.

Not that we would ever fall for such foolishness.

Cars peeling out of tight spaces at high speed with lots of varooming and tire squealing will always give us a chubbie. For us, it’s the gay equivalent of Barry White. It’s Let’s Fuck music at its best. The sound of stompy, raunchy, dumb-as-shit stud stuff.

But we tarry. Here it is then, from around the world and around the block: (more…)

“Your body is a labyrinth that only I can penetrate.”

It’s pretty arch and baroque as far as come-ons go, but if you’re indie film maker Joe Zaso, it’s likely to make you stiffen with anticipation below the belt.

New York-born Zaso is a devote of the sexy, violent horror movies produced in Italy during the 60s and 70s and a whispered, vaguely threatening line like that is just the type of florid dialogue you’d expect in movies with erotically macabre titles like Your Hands On My Body, The Corpse Bears Traces of Carnal Violence, and Strip Nude For Your Killer.

This is the twilight world Zaso dreams of — a place where beautiful people in mod fashions die operatically, everyone lives in an opulent Italian villa, sex is kinky and scored to lush Ennio Morricone-style music, and there’s always a trench-coated, fedora-wearing maniac with a razor lurking about.

Joe Zaso was born too late to have the movie career he craves or deserves. Had he arrived decades earlier, he’d be playing an assortment of shirtless Frankenstein Monster sex toys, Eurospy heavies, drop-dead gorgeous Spaghetti Western anti-heroes, and macho explorers in Italian cannibal epics.

With all his telegenic brawn, it’s not hard to picture him assaying Hercules or Maciste in toga pictures, getting roles as sand-kicking bullies in sugary beach party movies, or being plucked right off the streets of New York to star in Andy Warhol Factory films.

Alas, the world has changed. The Hollywood studio system collapsed and has left many a beautiful hopeful to fend for themselves. Broadway and Soap Opera inner circles are just as closed off. The European Horror and Sexploitation market dwindled by the close of the 80s. Gone are the drive-ins and grind house scenes of yesteryear.

So what’s a handsome, ambitious young actor to do? (more…)

Sky Donavan is down by the wood stack, chopping away. Young and dark Andy Hunter (left) shows up to help him load the wood onto the truck but un-loads Sky’s cock instead.

After kissing and pulling each other’s dicks to freedom the boys treat us to not one but two separate fucks in this one scene, so you get double the cum shots!

It’s in the Inner Circle’s Raging Stallion theater. And it’s happening NOW!

Hurry on in…

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