Thousands of naked men stormed the streets of Vitoria-Gasteiz today, flaunting what can only be described both literally and figuratively as “miles of cock.” The 24th of September has always been a major day for the industry, and with the PCSA Primo Conference winding down in Spain and over an estimated 3.3 million U.S. Dollars of pink and gold fireworks blazing through the night sky above the newly erected (excuse the pun) thrity-seven-floor Amaya Adalberto penis tower, this 24th is shaping up to be the most spectacular for years to come.

Commemorated today, in a four-hour ceremony, was the life of “Trunks” Howard, a director known for his work with Benny “The Foot-Long” Goose in his Busting Anus Sideways series of films.

Also present was Nightcharm Inner Circle’s own Maximo Latino model, Facu (above), displaying his own sizable appendage for a small but devoted crowd in the Gabino district.

Drinks were shared by all.

Philosophical fancies aside, the intricacies of the human heart are known most plainly to chemists.

We can spend years musing about the psychological precursor to our tastes or behavior, but can often learn as much in minutes from a scientific explanation. And while the full complexity of conscious experience is mysterious and unknown, there are clear links between certain chemicals and our most basic drives - explaining, for example, why we feel horny one moment and mellowed another, or why our sex drives are highest after exercise.

At the core of sexual pursuit are the yin and yang of lust, two vastly different substances but with complimentary roles of switching desire on and off: dopamine and prolactin. They regulate more than sex, but for our purposes we can summarize; dopamine plays a central role in generating horniness - while prolactin shuts it down.

Chances are you’re familiar with the effects of each. Dopamine, a neurotransmitter and relatively small molecule, is your brain’s sense of pleasure and reward. It fires when we see a pretty face, taste sugar, puff a cigarette, or touch skin-to-skin. When your dopamine levels are highest, sex is number one on the agenda, sometimes by so much that you’ll have lower-than-normal interest in food or sleep. (more…)

Furry porn must be the natural conclusion of when kids who are infatuated with Disney’s Robin Hood hit puberty.

Furry enthusiasts are, generally, people who love a certain style of cartoonish, anthropomorphic animal characters, and often dress up as such at Star Trek-style conventions to find others who share their interest. But its easier to understand the movement’s popularity when you recognize the sexual element, which is all I can think of to explain how adults show so much interest in such obscure material.

Run a Google search for “furry fox” and you realize how real and pervasive “furry fandom” is. A term like that should be a reasonable descriptor for a fox in the wild - like “scaly lizard” or “large elephant” (both of which return images of animals in nature). But the Internet sees our furry fox as drawn cartoonish images of slender, grinning animals, some of which are in overtly sexual poses with enormous genitals or breasts. (more…)

America’s last mass-produced export: Paranoia.

With Debt and Greed now battling to the death like a mongoose and a cobra in a crumbling garden of fading delights, it’s only manic suspicion tinged with primitive superstition that the U.S. seems capable of galvanizing to any real effect. Sure, xenophobia still makes for a fine bordeaux of self-contaminating dread — Muslims in the White House! Communism shackling the Free Market! Mexicans besmirching the snowy white, God-given face of the nation! — but it’s ultimately disdain for our own home-grown lusus naturae that’s the meat and potatoes entree of a diet built upon meaningless plenty gone sour. The greatest of all threats walks among us, your own neighbors and co-workers the agents of subversion bent on eradicating all you hold dear.

The discourse making the rounds in the wake of the wildly hypocritical Prop 8 passage comes down to homosexuality not having the cred to be a civil rights issue because it doesn’t hinge on skin color or other such physiognomy. Second class status is apparently the price tag attached to being a self-willed ethnicity. Heterosexuals have lives; gays have “lifestyles,” which I infer means owning luxury cars, eating quiche, and using “summer” as a verb.

So that makes it okay then. (more…)

Shower rooms.
Locker rooms.
Jockstraps.

The words alone cast a drowsy, aphrodisiacal spell on us. And it’s no wonder. They take us back to the days when the jumble of adolescent male bodies in a high school locker room was the first place, as far as our secret desires were concerned, where the rubber met the road.

Our first sight of a jockstrap might have been in the mirror but it didn’t take on real force until it was glimpsed making its grooved, scooping way around a buoyant pouch, just slightly above eye-level as we sat tying our sneaker amid the slam of locker doors.

The trio of shower room, locker room and jockstrap has been plot enough for many a porn film, and as soon as we see the familiar bench in a deserted room with a row of lockers looking on like somber tin soldiers, we pretty much know what’s up ahead. Blowjob City: Population 2. With casual walk-ins dropping their towels and swelling our small town to, at times, an orgiastic metropolis. (Bukkake Nation, anyone?) Then everyone ends up in the shower for a bangup reprise, but with different partners. Wash, rinse, repeat. (more…)

Christmas is almost here, with its perennial promise of expanding our wardrobes, often with gifts so unnecessary and trendy we’d feel too guilty to buy them for ourselves. Magazine ads are all about retail, where waxy models put away the swim trunks and don the most up-to-date name brand clothing.

That’s good news for the oglers, because there’s something about a well-dressed man that never disappoints, even as we grow so accustomed to exposed 6-packs that they get boring.

Fashion is something I forgot through college, where everyone conspicuously dresses like shit. But in high school, attire was a person’s primary identity statement, and conversations about attraction used to go like this: (more…)

“Husky” is good, right? We would want three hours of continuous, hardcore action from some of Brazil’s “huskiest” men, wouldn’t we? Is it like rugged, only thicker, with grunting and stubble?

A loosely-held secret of porn promotional blurb-writing is that no matter what material the writer is handed, he must find some way to speak well of it.  That said, though he can’t blatantly insult it, he doesn’t want to be entirely dishonest so there are quite a few occasions on which a writer is stuck saying something most easily likened to “that sweater-vest is so different!”

That’s because even though porn is a multi-billion-dollar industry, the quality of the product is wildly unstable. Writers must forge forward and say the best thing they can say to promote the video they may or may not have actually watched.

To that end I’ve compiled this short guide, after years of weary and dedicated porn promo-reading, to help you through the hurdles and hoops of discerning what should be the least traumatic path to your healthy erection.

Physique

Sexy: (Tommy’s sexy body) The model’s body is of appropriate weight and built. Unfortunately, models who are described as “sexy” also tend to have egregiously overwrought hairstyles and a propensity to tilt their heads to the side.

Despite looking like the lost member of the Pussycat Dolls, this model illustrates what porn promo copy writers are talking about when they say someone is “sexy.”

Chiseled: (Baker’s chiseled good looks) The model has protruding muscles and lower-than-average body fat. This is often accompanied by bad skin and a sunken face. (more…)

It was a scorching summer night and we were making out on the couch in his father’s fancy business condo, away from where his parents lived and where he went to school on the East Coast. After two bottles of wine and a few repeats of the same Coldplay CD, he now had his lips against my neck, one arm wrapped behind me, one leg thrown up over my lap. He paused for a moment to mutter, “so you really don’t mind this even though I’m probably voting for McCain?”

OK, stop.

What compelled him to bring it up then is, to this day, beyond me but at this moment it was his first time mentioning who he’d vote for. I’d been talking about the election earlier, and he apparently assumed I was already aware of his politics — and surely it didn’t matter at that point; it’s not as though I was going to hike my pants and drunkenly trot off to my car in the parking lot to sleep it off in the back seat. (more…)