When it comes to pleasure, size doesn’t matter; as we all know it’s quality, not quantity, that counts. But let’s admit it: a big penis is undeniably compelling. Big shoulders, big lapels, and big hair may come and go, but the big penis never goes out of fashion. Especially during an election year…Take that Hillrod!
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“I just wanna hang out with him so bad, man! Why won’t he call?!”
You’ve got a Man Crush: the state of not actually being gay… just gay for somebody in particular, as in “Dude, you’re totally gay for him.”
It’s a hetero thing.
On the evolutionary scale of gaydom, it’s the emotional spin-off equivalent of Joanie Loves Chachi to our Happy Days: a goofy simulacrum, a jejune take-off, a wacky send-up. Never daring enough to vie the NC-17 and too coy to go full-frontal, it plays like a G-rated apery of the real deal.
Its exact inception is impossible to pinpoint. Historically, the very moment that a man was first esteemed and thus set apart from his peers based on his physical prowess would have been the stone’s throw that commenced the ripple effect down the ages.
The primeval hominid who struck a spark with his flint or felled a mastodon no doubt drew his fair share of admiring tribesmen and exalted cave paintings immortalizing his exploits.
Gladiators — the prototype for modern-day pro athletes — prevailed the literal and figurative laurels from the crowd. (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.
The Fat Lady has sung. The last dog has died.
And still she hangs on, clutching her barely-there 2-percentage-point victory in Indiana. From her cold, dead hands, children. From her cold, dead hands.
What I will miss most about my Hillary — for yes I am a supporter and yes I would vote for her again and yes, yes, I know, she is sooo cooked — is the way she would look at Barack Obama during the debates. That frozen glare behind the frosted smile. The slight up tilt of the forehead. God, that was priceless!
There would be ol’ Barry sawing away and saying nothing, all misty uplift about change and hope and the American people, slipping ever so carefully into just the palest of black preacher cadences, something for the home team, no Reverend Wright, of course; more Miss Diahann Carroll in an Oleg Cassini gown glossing her way through Aretha: R. E. S. P. E. C. T., ladies and gentlemen. That’s what y’all mean to me.
And there would be my Hillary in all her late-blooming, newly blondized, Georgette Klinger radiance, the robot who suddenly grew a heart and look ma, she’s even warm to the touch! All red-carpet razzle dazzle beside the dour law professor, with his down-turned lips and his solemn — here I risk a racist word — dignity. (more…)
Sometimes there’s no option besides to absolutely worship a model. Joaquin is the latest from our Maximo Latino theater, in our members area, the Inner Circle, and he’s one such model. Perfect, handsome face, a body that can’t be contained, and a big, raunchy uncut dick that’s nothing but trouble. Check it out for yourself. (more…)
He boasts more aliases than Sean Combs and Martin Bormann combined.
He’s been reified by Jack Nicholson, Vincent Price, Burgess Meredith (twice), Robert De Niro, George Burns, Susan Lucci, Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor.
He had his way with Rosemary and got all up in Miss Jones.
He’s the ubiquitous Satan, Prince of Lies and Lord of the Flies, and of all the are-they-or-aren’t-they? names roving around on the gaydar, he’s the one most overdue for a big coming out. We’re talking millennia overdue.
As one of the most recognizable figures in world culture, he’s also one of the most enigmatic. In various contexts, he’s merely the symbolic projection of the natural instinct within man, a living entity bent on leading us all astray, Hell’s overseeing whip master and God’s right hand man version of Karl Rove.
The lone unifying factor: he’s hot as hell and bad as he wants to be. (more…)
Aries: With the moon in your mother’s water house, it is going to be important for you to really cut back on junk food and soda pop this week unless you want to inherit your genetic destiny on an immediate basis.
Taurus: Here’s an interesting recipe for your period of extended abstinence.
You’ll need: two jumbo eggs, flour, wheat germ, baking soda, table salt, traffic jam, diced cheese substitute, and lots of pepper.
Whisk in a shallow Pyrex roasting pan and microwave on high for fifteen minutes. Severe. That’s French for “Serve.”
Gemini: God damn it, you are exhausting everyone with your constant nagging and bad ideas. This is a time in which you need to second-guess everything that comes out of your mouth, though even that probably won’t be enough to counteract the permanent damage you’re doing to your public image.
Cancer: You are in a tender state this week, and will need to be babied by everyone around you. Let the people you deal with at home and work know that this is a time in which things are going to be very focused around you and what you feel is important. Ice cream is your weekly color. For now, just sit down. (more…)
