Is it wrong that we find Zachary Quinto’s milk bukkake strangely hot?

Who could resist a headline like this? Not me.

And besides, when you’ve got porn as hot as this, well, it is really swell.

New in the Cruiser Boys theater: Rusty and Steve are tall, muscular, well equipped, stoners surfers.

Rusty invites Steve over to the small beach cottage that he’s house sitting. They share a bowl. Rusty puts the cat outside and some porn flicks on the DVR. And then, well, you can see from these teaser shots shot that it isn’t long before longboards are being ridden. Steve’s stamina pays off as Rusty takes rides him to the finish. Wow, I guess this is what ’surfing the web’ is all about.

It’s such a great way to spend a springtime evening. We’re jealous.

Catch all the pics and videos inside. Surf’s really up.

Let’s imagine for a moment the possibility of an Adam Lambert win in the face of all the Danny Gokey fans aligning themselves with straight, married, Christian Kris Allen (who is pretty much David Archuleta with pubic hair).

There are serious Ameri-capitalist questions to be answered in the alternate universe of a Lambert Idol.

Imagine, purely speculatively, Coca-Cola executives and Ford marketing directors sitting around steel tables forty-feet long, assessing the possibility that Adam Lambert could win American Idol.

“Oh, one last thing on today’s agenda,” starts a marketing director for Coke Inc., hands flipping through a gold-laced memo book paid for with the blood of Guatemalan workers who tried to unionize, “Our contingency plan for an Adam Lambert win on American Idol.” (read the full article)

We love this T-Mobile ad, one of the Clio winners for best commercial of the year. (Be sure to press “HQ” for the high-quality version of the video.)

Writes Slate: “T-Mobile throws a surprise dance party in Liverpool Street Station, with hundreds of ordinary-looking Londoners suddenly breaking into a choreographed routine. This must have been a treat for the commuters trudging toward their trains, and it’s fun to watch the onlookers getting sucked into the fun.”

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Last Word: Operation Enduring Hotness

The Daily Show’s John Stewart puts it best: “We’ve pushed the limits of our own
principles — from warrantless wiretapping, to building a prison out our own legal jurisdiction, to not releasing photos depicting our treatment of detainees, to the treatment of detainees itself — every asset we have must be used all in the service of keeping America safe. Is there any line we still will not cross?”

“Oh yeah, the gay line.”

After Lieutenant Dan Choi, an Arabic translator for the National Guard, publicly admitted he was gay on the Rachael Maddow show on March 19 this year, he received a letter informing him he was being discharged from his job in consistency with the military’s Don’t Ask Don’t Tell policy.

The letter stated, “you admitted publicly that you are a homosexual which constitutes homosexual conduct.” Arabic translators are reportedly in high demand in the U.S. armed forces, but that need is not compelling enough to allow an openly gay man to serve. (read the full article)

I think you’ll agree with me that there really isn’t any reason to write anything up about our featured Fratmen star (playing inside — and with himself — in the Inner Circle). I mean, the above picture is the very one that inspired the old Chinese proverb: “A Picture’s Meaning Can Express Ten Thousand Words.”

And this was, thankfully, before men had discovered overzealous manscaping. (Cole might have shaved his balls for you, but the rest of his fur hasn’t been tampered with).

Anyway … I mean, really… who wants to waste time reading ‘boy copy’ (as my editor John calls it), when you could just be inside, lubing yourself up, watching the video and administering some intense self-love stroking (as I call it) on yourself.

So. I’ll stop typing and shilling. Get inside now and enjoy Cole. In the Fratmen theater, in the Inner Circle. And have a good weekend.

All images ©2009 Fratmen.

Puritan’s Pride theatricality: whose benefit is it really for? The performer? The beholder? Maybe both?

It’s the long bandied-about open secret the gays have long given the side-eye to: the bigger the manly displays of anti-homo swagger, the gayer the self-defensive motivation behind it.

Frankly, the term “homophobia” has never really worked for me because it can’t hope to encompass the range of insecurities that heterosexuals — not just men, but the ladies too — harbor not from without when it comes to…the gay, but from within when reacting to their own same-sex impulses. (read the full article)

One of the featured scenes this week in the Inner Circle’s Treasure Island Media theater is taken from the UK’s notorious Machofucker series: Ass Stretcher (we think the title says it all).

And surely you’ve heard about Machofucker, the only man on earth whose cock, when not employed, rests, suspended in an airplane hanger.

We like how Paul Morris‘ press copy reads on this vid:

“The scorching interracial cast features Santiago, Kid Chocolate, Tarik and fan favorite “foot-long” Igor who delivers the best cum shot of his career, soaking everything in a 3 foot radius with drippin’ dollops of daddy juice. ”

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