Mom gets a lot of blame.

Pop psychology dictates that she’s at fault for her kids’ (especially the boys’) sorrows; if she isn’t smothering and controlling, then she’s distant or just absent. Too much love or not enough — either way, it either supposed to make us gay, strand us in childhood, or turn us into hooker-preying serial killers.

But what about the Horror of the Father? How many different ways can dear old Dad screw us up? He’s long been posited to be the factor that drives young women onto stripper poles, and ex-gay therapy would have us believe we’re seeking his love/approval in other men as adults, but stripped of all the armchair psychology and soap operatics, the Horror Hag‘s other half — the Father Ogre — is more that just a Grim(m) Fairytale. (read the full article)

GLAAD (the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation) is singularly obsessed with promoting so-called “positive images” of the gays, so I don’t get why this new scene from our Raging Stallion theater is not a GLAAD award winner. For a society where some think gays (the male kind) are weak, what could be better counterpoint than three musclebound leather studs fucking and sucking with deep abandon?

So what if when Antonio Biaggi leans back against the St. Andrews cross as Enrique Currero and Marcos David lap at his long prick, it turned only 10% of the religious right instantly pro-homo. That’s still, like, hundreds of thousands of newly pro-homo cock owners. Think of the benefit to gay-owned underwear businesses alone!

Then when shaved head sexpot Enrique gets fucked by both Antonio and Marcos in their shiny leathers with cocks glistening and gorged, it distracted anti-gay activists enough that gay marriage passed in Iowa for fucks sake. And that’s still good enough for a GLAAD award?!

Well, make it up to these hard working, hard pumping studs. Our Raging Stallion theater demands your full sexual attention. The way to get there is to join the Inner Circle right now! Then write a letter to your congressperson or something.

Chemistry is a mystery. Testosterone-fueled homo superstars Matthieu Paris and Scott Tanner have it. Levi Johnston and that elusive 16th minute of fame don’t.

These two strong, masculine, big-dicked, tatted men work hard on their bodies. They have high standards for whom they hook up with, including on screen.

This high production value scene from Barback (new in our Raging Stallion theater) starts with them trading eager, skilled blow jobs. With their cocks primed and hormones raging, Scott takes complete charge of Matthieu’s experienced asshole.

They fuck long, hard and deep in multiple positions, giving each other a high impact sex workout that would put every personal trainer’s regimen to shame.

Join the Inner Circle now! Unzip and let go.

If you’re a certain variety of geek, then cryptic polysyllables like Nyarlathotep, Yog-Sothoth, and Shub-Niggurath will have a significance for you outside of bringing to mind Native American-titled hamlets scattered throughout Southern New York or the sound of violent hay fever.

You’ll know them as key cognomens in the works of author H.P. Lovecraft, the celebrated fantasy writer who dreamed up not only a new form of horror, but a mind-bending cosmogony chronicling humankind’s infinitesimal place in the universe. I’ve long contended that if Creationism — which only raises more questions than it answers — is taught in schools, then Lovecraft’s collective Cthulhu Mythos should be part of the curriculum as well. In this cosmic horror, the earth began as but a petri dish for great, protoplasmic gods who fell from the stars, dwelt in imposing temples, engineered lesser forms of life (man decidedly not being born in their images), and ultimately abandoned it — or were banished from it — for far-flung gulfs in space.

I wonder if H.P. — who died unknown and flat-busted — could even begin to comprehend the loony array of public domain merchandise his life’s work has inspired; not only can you have titles like At The Mountains of Madness, The Dunwich Horror, and The Doom That Came To Sarnath populating your book and DVD shelves, but his stamp appears in comics, action figures, role-playing games, plush toys, water bottles, t-shirts, posters, bedroom slippers (!), and most recently…

…a 13” hand-crafted silicone dildo… (read the full article)

Tight bottomed, stud puppy Turk is back in our Cruiser Boys theater! While Turk’s in the shower, majorly handsome, muscular, goateed peeper Justin breaks into his hotel room.

He spies on Turk’s lean, smooth body in the shower before being discovered. And no, Turk does not call security. Rather he freely presents himself as the fine sexual object he is. Wouldn’t you?

The perfectly matched, dark-haired, nicely toned pair work up a sweat fucking and sucking hard. Whatever Justin was there to steal, he forgets, because all he ends up with is a sweet, tight ass milking his dick. Oh wait, I bet that’s what he wanted in the first place!

Watch this hot duo in the Inner Circle now. It’s your chance to peep on a peeper.

Our favorite kind of bigots — the friendly, condescending, “hate the sin” type — are here for us, and even though one of them menstruates (“Unclean! Out of my tent!”) and the other clearly wasn’t born in the true God’s image (A god who isn’t downy white?! What’s next — lady gods?!), they know something we don’t:

Jesus is comin’ back! (read the full article)

Most of us have gaydar, some sort of queer sixth sense born out of being a potentially invisible minority. But all that does is tell us if someone like (insert your favorite hunky male celeb here) is gay. The modern queer on the prowl needs more specific info than that.

What we need is Pig Bottom Gaydar! How else could we pick insatiable pig bottom Aaron Lamb out of a gay crowd? Like if he forget to wear his pig bottom t-shirt that day, or forgot to carry his boom box which normally blasts some pig bottom aria, we’d be clueless and pig bottomless.

To hone your senses, you’ll want to study this raw, uncut, intimate scene from Pounded, brand spanking new in our Treasure Island theater.

Aaron gets roughly face fucked and barebacked by lean, nasty, uncut Jason Stormme. The camera takes you right in the middle of these wild fuckers. Plus there’s bonus footage about how Aaron became the pig he is today.

Join the Inner Circle now and watch Aaron get deeply fucked. The more he gets fucked, the more he needs to get fucked. The more you watch, the more you’ll need to watch. Porn’s funny that way.

Modern Primitives. Raves. Extreme Sports. The Trickle-Down Economic Theory.

Bodybuilding.

They were all big for a time, but ran out of steam in the New Millennium. That’s not to say they’re necessarily extinct. More like extant — trends still practiced by a devoted subculture of acolytes well after their mass appeal has played out.

Musclemen are seeming rather dated now. Almost quaint, really — the stuff of Sword & Sandal epics, Playgirl, and low-rent musclehead gyms where they’re still venerated as earthbound gods. I can’t say I particularly think of bodybuilding as a sport. Like golf, bowling, or non-competitive cheerleading, it’s more of an activity, and its virtues don’t necessarily translate that well across all strata as much more than novelties.

I’ll admit to having a yen for bulky men with a natural curvaceous mass, but the image of grotesquely disproportionate, emaciated hulks with distended silverback gorilla abdomens and the hue of rotisserie chickens does absolutely nothing for me. (read the full article)