Fred Faurtin is a raunchy, lean, and hung French top with an intense appetite for ass, and Derrick Hanson is a willing and submissive bottom. But he knows better than to give in right away. In the latest scene from our friends at Raging Stallion Derrick and Fred work through an epic and sweaty fuck by way of a gorgeously demeaning blow job.

The leather isn’t over the top; it’s a turn-on, and the whole scene sizzles with the best of what you can expect from a man dominating another man and taking what he wants.

We don’t make a fuss over every scene that comes through our members area, the Inner Circle, but for this one we’re getting out the trumpets because tension is always a good thing, in our book, when large cocks and larger egos are in the throes of sexual warfare.

Reader, you have to climb to the top of Mount Everest to get to the Valley of the Ho, Ho, Ho Big Giant. Visual aid at left.

If anyone is living a charmed life, surely it’s the porn stars. And yet, boys, guys, bros, believe it or not, they put on their jockstraps one leg at a time! Just like you and I!

And like the rest of us, porn stars are reporting back to work today, bleary-eyed and a bit unsteady on their pins, the confetti of Times Square and the glitter of 101 morning parties still embedded in the woof (woof!) and weave of their well-tanned flesh.

Ah yes: New year; same old same old. Wouldn’t you know it: they’re just working stiffs, after all — if somewhat stiffer than the temp agency usually sends out.

And in their own way, they are joining the universal chorus or Workers United. But that’s not the Internationale the comrades are singing. No, this is a hip-hop vocalaise, a beatbox anthem to the acquisition of More, More, More. More bling, gaudy and gold and made out of chrome

All together now. Shake those money-makers. Do that thang. And the colored girls sing: Welcome to Hell. Welcome to Hell. Let us show you to your desk. (more…)

You decide.

At top, the Top — Parker Williams, the current hunkerooie shooting his works at the Raging Stallion Theater in the Inner Circle.

At bottom, the Bottom — Pete, simply and quite anonymously Pete as bottoms often are in the land of Porn — a mischievous Lateen who is this week’s featured delight in the Maximo Latino theater.

Let your eye wander down a few paragraphs where young Pete offers you his … um, willingness, as boys his age say, “to try anything.”

Now If you were on a sinking ship and you could only save one — no, no, too negative! … brighter, lighter hypothetical please!

Okay, if you were on a desert island and would be stranded there for, oh, forever, who would you want to be the Professor to your Gilligan (no, that sounds like we favor the top). (more…)

“They gave me a date-rape drug and then they used me like a lollipop.”

Who among us is not chilled by these words, ladies and gentlemen?

And they used him … like a lollipop!

The jury is instructed to exam the picture at right, mindful that it is a recreation by professional actors of the incident that took place on Thursday last at the Dog and Pony Show, a dinner theater on South Street.

My client assures us that the photo, and the entire Raging Stallion video based upon the incident, is — again these are his words — “accurate in the extreme.”

You have met my client: he sits here before you. He could be any one of us who made the mistake of trusting a well-known celebrity and staying after the bar had closed to meet what the celebrity referred to as “the cast.”

My client had grown up idolizing this celebrity. This celebrity seemed to him, as he would to you or me, an old friend, a familiar face, the most handsome stud from a show full of handsome studs, the wonderful and — for my client — life-changing Melrose Place. (more…)

Dark Meat, Light Meat, and Who Forgot the Cranberry Sauce — such are the challenges of Thanksgiving.

But none of these seasonal questions so roil our beloved Nightcharmers as Cut or Uncut — a topic that comes up here way more often than Turkey Day.

Every time we run a succulent peek-a-boo schlong like the lip-smacker above (on Sexgaymes model Marcos Pirelli) we race for higher ground, bracing ourselves for the killer wave, the Christmas tsunami of comments that floods in from a dependable army of pro- and anti- circumcision partisans.

The vitriol that flows, the science that’s quoted, the experts that are debunked all mix into a slugfest not seen since the religious wars of the 16th Century. (See the holy hell that breaks out here, here and here.) We’re telling you, between reading those comments and watching Jeopardy every night, a person could get a college education. (more…)

It’s hard to imagine a more unlikely candidate for an elite French film journal than the new release Lumberjack Gang Bang — a frank exploration of the cum-flying, ass-plowing, and mouth-jamming that can be expected when lumberjacks are stranded in the wood, due to a bridge collapse, and can’t get their weekend quota of — as the screenplay drolly puts it — “pussy banging.”

Even the tagline for the film is simple and direct, warranting, so it would seem, no further analysis: In the forest only lumberjacks can hear you beg for more!

Thus we were electrified when we picked up the December issue of Cahiers du Cahiers, which specializes in close readings of American film and bills itself as “a meta-journal” — the name means “Notes on Notes” and is one step up in mental abstraction from the now aged, dawdling Cahiers du Cinéma.

“A wartime masterpiece,” raved cinéaste Jean-Baptiste Bresson, “in which the subtext is Iraq and the American soul.” The massive essay begins, as is the style of the journal, with a long, meditative anecdote on how Bresson had intended to write about Ken Burns’ The War, a 19-hour documentary on World War II that he had just seen at the Cannes Film Festival. (more…)

He’s back! The happiest, sleaziest and most popular cocksucker in America.

Shrines celebrating his oral skills have been erected in just about every port, village and metropolitan area of the nation.

And now he’s taking on the Big Easy. Yes, it’s Treasure Island Media’s Damon Dogg in New Orleans! (more…)