The San Fernando Valley and West Hollywood aren’t the only gay porn casting couches on the globe.

Thirty-odd years ago when it was regarded as just one of the clustered Eastern Bloc nations, Hungary was mainly famed in the West for goulash, being a cost-efficient locale where vampire B-movies could be lensed with castle and fortress backdrops, and for serving as the stalking grounds for the likely first and most prolific female serial killer in history, Elizabeth Bathory.

Present day, it’s the awe-inspiring and apparently renewable pipeline of genetically-gifted hard-bodies exported for Capitalist gay porn toil that’s put Hungary and the U.S. on mutually beneficial terms, even if only on the sly.

There’s no hyperbole in using the adjective Olympian to describe these guys; not only do they all look like they just stepped off a marble pedestal, but many have some connection to pro bodybuilding, competitive wrestling, hockey, or fitness modeling. Their ranks don’t appear to be born so much as they descend to earth fully-fleshed and destiny-bound for the first plane out to Pornoville, USA.

There’s everybody’s favorite, the jaw-dropping and multi-aliased Ted Colunga (top, from Men At Play), whose body becomes more impossibly perfect as he seems to draw vigor form the very ground in Antaeus-like fashion. Back-that-muscle-ass-up Fernando Nielsen (left) is just as rightfully beloved as a veritable demi-god among muscle bottom lovers. Smooth-as-butter Marc Dievo is always ready to spread. Julian Vincenzo’s so sultry that a bat of his eyes could melt tungsten.

Muscleheads slutting it up for bucks in porn features has become so ubiquitous stateside that only bodybuilding industry insiders and muscle fanboys flip out about it anymore. Add to that web cams and the sea of solo muscle worship porn, and the line between the bodybuilding circuit and the porn arena gets hazier by the year. (read the full article)

Just when you think things can’t possibly get any more unhinged, unfettered and roaringly hot over at the Treasure Island Media studios, the resident kingpin Paul Morris notifies the world that he’s just topped his past libertine adventures. And wow, excuse us, but ‘topped’ is definitely the operative word for his latest fuck flick Fearless.

As Paul notes: “When a man writes to me and lets me know he’s a ‘Total Whore’, I sit up and pay attention. And when I get an accompanying pic like the one to the right, I sit up and grin.”

Paul’s find? That would be Chuck Berdoo, a big sturdy ex-Marine who, after being one of the tops in a recent Morris-directed gangbang, wrote to Paul and convinced the director that he was ready for his close up.

Chuck’s appeal: “I’ve always wanted to climb up in a sling and be gangfucked. Could you make it happen, sir?”

Wow! Prep the crew, plug in the cameras and …

Yep, so we’ve got this scene coming up for members TONIGHT, as well as seven other mind-bending, dick-exploding moments in place from Fearless.

Get inside the Inner Circle and start streaming — and don’t stop til you get enough!

Remember when a guy might be described as a ‘tall drink of water’? Well, neither did I, but someone here in the office thought that might make a catchy opener (ugh) to introduce our latest discovery Jay.

It’s true that he is 6′ 3” and hung — but drinking isn’t what I did with him after the photo and video shoot (both of which you can ogle in the Inner Circle’s Cruiser Boy theater). So, yes sucking — lots of languorous sucking. Who wouldn’t want to? And so what if he’s only ‘bi-curious.’ I think he got more than enough experience last week to point him in the right direction, once his confusion wanes and he finds himself in Gay Land.

Anyway, drink ‘im up. Members can pop inside and catch his piston-like self-stroking and geyser of a cum shot. Everyone else will just have to suffer exclusion, or join up now and get in on the fun. (Pick the later).

You had it when you were younger, and then you outgrew it.

Or you never had it, and you never wanted it, but you’re starting to think maybe now you do. Something terrible happened and you’re trying to deal with it.

Or nothing terrible happened but nothing great is happening, either.

You feel a kind of restlessness or emptiness or dissatisfaction with your usual pleasures and treasures — the sex, the drugs, the music, the dancing, the travel, the boyfriend, the shopping, the house, TiVo. You have a sense that there’s something more to life than this. You’re right. Congratulations! You’re probably ready to delve into spirituality. (read the full article)

Who doesn’t love hazy-eyed hippie dudes? The kind of fat-thighed stoner guys that like smoking weed all day and stroking their massive, vein-entwined cocks in rhythm to their favorite porn loop. (Remember porn loops? — they still have ‘em in South America).

Join us in our Maximo Latino Theater and watch scruffy-bearded Sebastian work his Latin magic on ya…Oh yeah…he’s a magic man!

Hugh has returned to the Fratmen theater in Nightcharm’s Inner Circle and his buttocks are* a sight to behold.

Curse him all you want, but he really did end up with the one-two-four perfect combination of handsome face, perfect body, thick cock, and bodacious ass. He’s even been nominated for a couple awards on the sole basis of that round, fuzz-covered double-mound of heaven he packs into the back portion of his preppy jeans.

Don’t miss it (as if you could). Check Hugh out in our Inner Circle.

It is hard to discuss Bayard Rustin without noting our current moment in history, when race and sexual orientation intersect in unprecedented, tumultuous ways.

The first black American president claims positions that would make him the greatest advocate for LGBT rights ever to grace the Oval Office, more gay-friendly than any of his white predecessors. Yet President Obama is paradoxically under closer scrutiny from LGBT groups than any former president was — both because the moment is so ripe for change and because he has yet done little to fulfill his promises.

Similarly, the aftermath of Proposition 8 in California last November brought group tensions to a head, when some pro-gay commentators placed the blame for the insidious law’s passage on the votes of black Californians. Same-sex marriage advocates lamented the lack of understanding from a group that has faced similar discrimination, and LGBT people of color (who obviously did not vote for Proposition 8 ) faced a cruel backlash from their white peers at a time when they, too, were reeling from the shock that their right to marry was revoked.

Progress happens when we put aside defensiveness and focus on the truth: that all people deserve to be treated with dignity, fair judgment, and respect. The life of Bayard Rustin (pictured above with Martin Luther King Jr.) proves that LGBT Americans and black Americans are indebted to each other, and are more alike than different, having been intertwined for generations. (read the full article)

“What I am, Michael, is a 32-year-old, ugly, pock-marked Jew fairy. And if it takes me a while to pull myself together, and if I can smoke a little grass before I get nerve to show this face to the world, it’s nobody’s goddamn business but my own.”

The cutting words of The Boys In The Band’s sharp-tongued Harold aren’t just one of the most hyper-aware self-assessments in the history of filmdom — they’re a fitting tagline for a landmark movie that’s as many simultaneous things as Harold, its birthday boy is.

At once a social document, wry sexploitation flick, hissing bitchfest, repository for immortal camp dialogue, midnight movie, urban character study, bleak outsider period piece, and parlor drama run amuck, The Boys In The Band has managed to endear and repel, engage and repulse, disarm and dismay its viewers in equal measure, and as it nears the big 4-0, it’s apt that as the film reaches midlife crisis time, its target audience finds itself at a heady vantage point of not only looking back at a turbulent past, but looking forward to as precarious a future.

By now, scribe Mart Crowley’s watershed 1968 Off-Broadway production that inspired the film has become a part of New York history and Big Apple mythology beyond. (read the full article)