Eighth grade was a tough year for me. I was 13 years old in 1998, in an oppressive yet typical American middle school where “pack of wolves” could accurately describe the student body. I was a big-eyed late-bloomer who enjoyed class more than recess and was irrepressibly talkative. Quickly, I became a focal-point of abuse for my male peers, most of whom were bigger than me, had girlfriends and some of these guys were even shaving.

It was also the year Matthew Shepard was murdered, and the news felt personal. His death coincided with my realization that I was gay. Though I was still in the closet, bullies at my school gleefully pointed out that Matthew Shepard and I shared a first name. They taunted me as they poked fun at Shepard’s story, making clear that even murder is fair game for expressing disdain for homosexuality. (read the full article)

It’s important to stress that we at Nightcharm do not condone the sort of riotous, over-the-top behavior that’s demonstrated in this new Fratmen video. Weren’t many of us traumatized by this kind of bullying and haze-like taunting while in college? Why would anyone want to watch such reprehensible behavior on a video? And the blatant nudity…well, it’s almost too much to imagine.

And, yet, and yet.

Once the very-straight Max and uncut, blond bisexual beast Gavin squared off in this crazed jack off race — well, we forgot about all about our post-teenage angst and went all gaga for the braggin’, bodies and boners. Never before has rambunctious, obnoxious roughhousing been so hot! We’re true believers now!

Note: We were certain that Gavin was going to shoot his wad all over Max, but by the end, Gavin was unloading his third…but, never mind. Watch for yourself. New and fresh for ya, in our Fratmen theater.

The novelist Peter De Vries once said, “Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.” Well, our latest offering in the Inner Circle’s Vintage Classics theater proves that epigram to be doubly true. We make the golden days of queer porn look better than ever, especially with this month’s blockbuster: The Best of Colt 3 and 4. Yes, all of those thrilling moments of pre-condom bliss can still turn anyone watching, past or present, into a raging hedonist. Time traveler or not!

As everyone knows, Colt specializes in massive, masculine, muscular men, and this topnotch classic comprises ten of the studio’s world famous hardcore vids — all from the 70s and 80s — the very pinnacle of disco porn — all in one super fine production.

Featuring some of the most intense muscle bound men of a bygone era. It’s all one big sloppy, messy, cum-drenched pool of writhing man-to-man sex: No condoms, no smiles, no twinks. Yeowza! And starring: Gordon Grant, Paul Storr, Al Parker, Clint Lockner, Bruno, Mike Davis. Shadow, Gunther Keller and the unbelievably sublime and nasty Franco Arbruzzi.

Come on in, the guys are waitin’ for you.

Straight dick in your mouth and ass. Does that turn you on more than if I said gay dick?

I love the weird meta-appeal of gay porn when the performers are advertised as straight. The obvious reasons are people want what they can’t have. Some would argue the culprit is self-hatred and negative stereotypes about the masculinity of gay men. Regardless of these social neuroses, “gay for pay” should be harmless fantasy.

What’s wrong with straight guys fucking men for money? Do we really expect high ethical standards in the porn industry? Seriously, half the stuff you’re jacking off to is degrading and humiliating anyway. Broke Straight Guys is a site I keep thinking back to. I’m certain the gross desperation of such a premise is meant to be a vague slight against general heterosexuality. Can you imagine the outrage if there was a “broke gay guys” website where homos were ordered to put peens in poons and eat vaginas with spoons? GLAAD would shit a horse dildo, i.e. how dare they exploit and victimize economically disadvantaged gay men into rejecting their true nature. (read the full article)

Can I get a witness?
This ad won an award at Cannes in the 90’s but the questions persist.
Was it a “scam ad?” Legend says it was.
Read about the controversy.

Monster hung Chad Hunt can not be contained. (And who’d want to even try?) Like an incredulous scientist you’ll want to study, measure and document every inch of Chad’s massive tool — especially when it’s drilling for oil (like pictured above in this incendiary tailgate party scene — just uploaded to our Sexgaymes theater drool pool)

Poor little brown bear cutey Bo Matthews. He does his best accommodate the damage — but in the end, well, thank god Raging Stallion has a formidable health care plan for their performers. It makes all the difference in the world for the broken and battered.

Members can slide on in now — the rest of can join us here. Please don’t miss the fun!

The American Psychiatric Association stopped calling homosexuality a curable disease in 1973, removing it from its list of mental disorders. Psychologists followed suit in 1975, bucking old assumptions that were based on traditional values rather than reality. After that crucial turning period, therapists in both psychology and psychiatry began to work under the view that a homosexual orientation is uninfluenced by therapy, and that lesbians and gays find healthy, satisfying relationships when they overcome shame and create supportive communities.

Professionals studying the brain and behavior usually operate with pragmatism and a goal of improving their patients’ lives. But there was little reason to embrace the new guidelines among those who did not care for science and observation, instead working for traditional morality, conservative politics and religious fidelity. They developed reparative therapy, designed to turn homosexual patients straight. Homophobic therapists certainly believe the myths about self- destructiveness and drug use in the “gay lifestyle” — conditions that they themselves help cause — but also seem more interested in getting brownie points with their religious communities than helping their patients thrive. (read the full article)

He’s gay, and boys, he’s OUT!
The Broadway Star We’d Most Like to Co-star With:
Cheyenne Jackson