In porn it’s called the “money shot” because it’s worth more than the rest of the film put together. In France they call it la petite mort, the little death, bringing connotations of terror and finality. In literature it’s euphemized as a “climax,” pointing to the moment everything so far has led to. But pomp and circumstance aside, an orgasm only lasts about 8 seconds.

But what a captivating 8 seconds!

While watching porn the other day I realized how short an orgasm is. The clip was a little over a minute long, but I was only interested in one 10-second period when the guy, beating off on a bed, moaned, arched his back and came on his chest. I re-played the shot again and again, watching his torso heave upward, his tanned muscles flex and face contort in one fleeting moment of ecstasy, then I’d re-start the scene a second later because I didn’t give a shit what happened in the video after the guy got off. (more…)

Fred Faurtin is a raunchy, lean, and hung French top with an intense appetite for ass, and Derrick Hanson is a willing and submissive bottom. But he knows better than to give in right away. In the latest scene from our friends at Raging Stallion Derrick and Fred work through an epic and sweaty fuck by way of a gorgeously demeaning blow job.

The leather isn’t over the top; it’s a turn-on, and the whole scene sizzles with the best of what you can expect from a man dominating another man and taking what he wants.

We don’t make a fuss over every scene that comes through our members area, the Inner Circle, but for this one we’re getting out the trumpets because tension is always a good thing, in our book, when large cocks and larger egos are in the throes of sexual warfare.

When I was eighteen I did what many budding homos from the burbs did. I moved to Hollywood. My mom helped me secure my first apartment, gave me her old car and wished me luck for finding work.

I’d have gotten a job sooner, and not depleted my minuscule savings so quickly, if I hadn’t lived right down the street from Santa Monica Blvd and its prize pink jewel: The Pussycat Theater — with its always flashing, always tempting marquee.

And there was a new enticement each week. Who wouldn’t want to explore The Opening of Misty Beethoven or Beyond the Green Door? It didn’t bother me in the least that these were 100% heterosexual porn films. Straight or gay — if a film featured buff guys with boners thrusting about various orifices, I was interested.

If only the colleges in California taught what colleges across the country are now offering: Porn-studies. I would have gladly returned to school (something I swore I’d never do after escaping high school) to learn more about my “calling.” And I would have launched my career as a porn publisher much sooner — instead of waiting until I was 40 and intrepid and slightly crazy. Think about it. Studying the theory of porn, the art of porn is a fascinating compliment to the blind, instinctual consumption of porn. I would have felt so much more balanced. (more…)

I was talking to a friend on Friday. We were having the classic argument about whether cartoons “can be sexy” or not. All the normal points were touched on: the too-much-muscle thing, and the too-huge-cock thing, and the thing about how they’re “not realistic,” etc.

As much as I can nod in agreement, there’s a certain point at which I have to acknowledge my erection.

Live porn is often almost a cartoon. It’s created as a fantastic, tidy, neon-packaged alternative to real sex. Big dicks, stupid sets and bold lighting; guys saying things they’d never get away with in real life. (more…)

Remember your friend’s hot dad? He used to get home from his jog covered in sweat and start taking off his clothes on the way to the shower. The divorce had been hard on him and you always wondered if there was some way you could… help. Maybe you got to see a little something or maybe you didn’t but it wasn’t ever enough, was it?

Johnny is here to help you resolve any issues you may have lingering from those days. Thankfully, he’s every bit as hung as you could have wished, and he’s not at all shy about working out a nice load right before your eyes. You can almost smell the salt off this guy’s skin, and it’s very, very nice.

It’s for members, of course, in our exclusive, Inner Circle.

Ay, there’s the rub…

The enigmatic French term for it is Frottage, more colloquially, the dry hump, frotting, bagpiping, scrumping and perrear.

But there’s also: The Safety Dance, grinding, cock2cock, cock knocking, dubbing, sandwich dancing, dogging, the Princeton Rub and cock surfing.

It all comes down to putting your dick anywhere other than the big three orifices.

That’s a continent of erogenous zone to cover.

The Greeks paved the way and all-male college campuses took it and ran with it. It’s a favorite of wrestlers, jockeys, bikers, anyone who’s ever taken an abstinence pledge and straight-identified guys who still like a good man-to-man groin grind. It’s something we’re all into in one style or another. Most likely it’s the first form of sexual stimulation we discovered as children by means of some inanimate object. By the time we’d reach our teens, we’d upgraded to another partner.

The expected dick-on-dick friction standoff is just the tip of the iceberg. Thighs, legs, pecs, biceps, faces, asses and feet are all equally game, the full-on body surf being the pinnacle. It’s probably the most instinctive and intuitive form of sexual intercourse – practiced by the most hesitant beginner and the most seasoned veteran – either as a form of teasing or as the big show stopper.

Plus, it’s got range: clothes on or clothes off, standing up or laying down, face to face or back to front, sober or blitzed. Some men even do it unconsciously while they sleep. (more…)

Blame the new season. Blame the new moon last night — in Aries, the Mars-ruled sign. Mars! God of springtime, battle and red-headed college dudes with peculiar tattoos.

Yep, we’re at it again. Singing (and showing) the praises of auburn hair and fire crotches — like we’ve done so many times before.

Guys like the Inner Circle’s latest Fratmen, Danny, appear randomly within the boneheaded world of gay frat porn — their copper tops flaring magically, signaling piquant mysteries and hot hot sex. Reason enough to celebrate their appearance over and over again.

Join us inside while we watch Danny wake up horny. Yep, it’s a lazy Sunday morning. The perfect time to massage and inflame a randy cock to the bursting point.

Ah, our auburn wonder. Ah, spring!

Our entry today is in no way related to April Fools’.

Or, well — maybe it is. Bear with us as we sort out our muddled, post Day-of-Folly brains.

Today we’re feeling mystical and considering the Symmetry of Destinies — a term coined by metaphysical author Ray Grasse to describe fated, interlocking lives and how those lives become connected, sometimes through random, often astounding events.

This being Nightcharm, our Symmetry of Destiny example involves a military guy’s testicles.

Yes, a balls-out miracle we felt compelled to share.

Our amazing story is taken from the 1896 book Anomalies and Curiosities of Medicine, and involves a soldier wounded during a Civil War battle between Grant’s army and a Confederate detachment.

The fighting was fierce, hope was slim and a split second after our soldier was shot (more…)