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. (read the full article)

Hey, we’ve all been there, and if we haven’t, we will be soon.

You’re a die-hard Liberal graduate with designs on becoming a well-heeled urban sophisticate. Suddenly, your upwardly mobile life trajectory is derailed by a market crash, and you find yourself economically displaced, forced — forced! — to work among the common man despite your contempt for him. This is nothing like Wall Street!

You’re supposed to be moving dividends around, not hauling loads with your smooth, uncalloused hands that have never been reduced to menial labor, but fate abandons you and soon enough you’re toiling away in a ware…house with uncouth, lumbering men who say things like “supposably” and add a superfluous “s” to “you.” Don’t you roughnecks understand that the pronoun “you” is made plural merely by context?! By context! Oh, you may swallow your pride, but that won’t be all you’re compelled to swallow!

If you really draw the short straw, then you end up with towering Girth Brooks — beefy, hardscrabble, hirsute, and balding in the hot way — as your task master. What starts out with taunting and humiliation at your effete expense gets real when he one day crosses the line, whipping out his jawbreaker of a dick when you’re alone in his office — its vein as engorged and protruding as the one in a seething stock broker’s forehead — as he thrusts you down to your knees with his meaty paw. “Suck me off, bright boy!,” he exhorts, his lip drawn up in a mocking sex sneer. “Never!,” you defy. “This is a clear-cut case of sexual harassment, and it’s not even in my job description!” Grasping your hair, he forces his cock through your protesting lips. “Whatever, pretty boy! I didn’t go to readin’ and writin’ school! Now make it good and quick — I got an installation to installate!”

Before you know what’s happening, you’ve become his personal suck boy, taking it hard atop the desk and cowboying on his mammoth prick, your regular nooners audible to everyone who knocks at the door asking for Girth and is driven away by his gruff snarl of “We’re almost finished!” “I hate you motherfucker!,” you say through gritted teeth as Girth maneuvers you up and down that shaft before he finally sprays all over you. “You’ve turned me into a whore!” He makes you polish off that sex stick with your smart mouth, holds your face in his massive palm, and grins before zipping up and strutting off. “Yeah.”

Word gets out that you’re the work site slut, and by the end of your first month, you’re servicing everybody, each night going home sore-assed and defiled by all those surly, haunch-banging motherfuckers — sometimes in groups — who went to DeVry.

Now you know what capitalism is, boy.

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A new trend we’re noticing, amidst the country’s collapsing education system, is an increase of in-home tutoring (for families that can afford the luxury).

Unfortunately, along with these private lessons comes the opportunity for abuse.

Do the math: Powerful teacher meets struggling student. What’s a resourceful young dude to do? Often passing grades are traded for, well, certain favors, as the above educational video shows us. For the full version, please use the following link.

Summer’s coming. You can just feel that warm buzz in the air. Suddenly hippie guys are roaming the valleys and neighborhoods, looking for that ‘odd job’ to get them through summer vacation. Some yard work maybe or going door to door even, and offering guitar lessons — or some crazy shit like that. Your parents are out of town and your brother’s home alone. Doorbell rings and then he, uh oh, invites the big bearded hippie bear in. A bowl is smoked. Some strings plucked. A shoulder rub…and then…Watch it all now!

Don’t let this happen to you! Times are tough. We’re all feeling it. But if your boss is pressuring you for certain post-work office ‘favors’, learn to say ‘no!’ — or suffer the consequences.

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Boys showing off their junk!

We live in the Age of Porncreep, where everyone aspires to be a porn model — from the boy next door to the store-bought boy on DVD. The Under-Thirties just can’t take off their clothes for the camera fast enough.

And yet…What could be more wholesome and natural, to quote Tallulah Bankhead, who when Chico Marx tried to get a rise out of the lanky glamorgirl with a crude “I intend to fuck you, Miss Bankhead,” replied, “And so you shall, you dear old-fashion boy!”

Old-fashion boys have always been proud of their displays — the peacock (not peahen) flares open his tail to reveal a starry twilight sky out of the Arabian Nights, and this magnificence finds its boydom equivalent in the raging two-handfuls of hard-on.

Indeed, what could be more wholesome and natural …. with one slight but very modern twist.

Here we invoke the shade of the now forgotten Jeff Gannon:

In the wake of the gay-escort scandal that would reveal Jeff Gannon to be not only a Republican mouthpiece planted at White House press briefings to ask friendly, Bush-idolatrous questions but that he himself — a studly Lex Luthor lookalike with bald, cue-ball head — was a gay hustler with a website that sold dates, underwear, and his own bodily secretions … in the wake of this the most delicious “Family Values” scandal of 2005, ol’ Jeffrey faced the hostile questioners with a bland Lex Luthor smile and the sort of uncanny clairvoyance usually left to Allison DuBois. (read the full article)

Long-dicked, exhibitionist stud Johnny put on some serious muscle and wants to show it off. He recruits tanned hardbody Sander and turns him into his muscle toy.

The Sean Cody cameras are already too much for Sander. Add the mirror Johnny wants to use and Sander gets bashful. How quaint! Now what’s the cure for a bashful brawny dude? Have a pro like Johnny to take the reins and make it feel so good.

Isn’t it funny how a guy showing off online can still have boundaries here or there? Well our man Johnny blasts right through those. Vacuum strong cock sucking and deep dick fucking tend to create a certain measure of connection and control. That would explain the James Franco Oscar nomination, yes? Allegedly.

Watch Johnny fuck Amos (yes fuck fuck fuck!) at Sean Cody right now.

Every guy needs a valet. And every guy (especially if he’s a posh Brit) needs to don a white glove and try to find a flaw with his valet’s cleaning abilities. Luckily handsome, thickly hung Jake Reed finds plenty wrong with the housekeeping skills of buff Isaac Jones. Of course Isaac has failed at keeping tidy. He spends about 23 hours a day at the gym.

So Jake does what any good employer would. He plays to Isaac’s strengths. He (business blog phrase warning) sets him up to succeed. So what are Isaac’s strengths? Maintaining tight abs while sucking and being sucked. Big and juicy dick. Receptive talented throat. Hard muscle ass eager for pounding. You know, the basics. Oh yeah, he also likes to service feet (and Jake’s got some pretty ones). Call it a resume builder.

Watch these two studs star in the expertly shot Valet at UK Naked Men. To quote another kind of superstar, Jackie Hell, it’s klassy and sexy. It’s klexxy!

Blonde, blue-eyed Braxton Bond gets a friendly invite to model some tight Todger brand undies. The thing about undies is they are all about cock and ass. And the thing about beefy Brit (and voyeur) Dillon Buck is that when it comes to hard cock and tight ass he can’t control himself. Fast forward to poor Braxton getting deeply penetrated by Dillon’s fat, curved prong.

Is it wrong to be majorly turned on by Braxton’s face contorting in both pain and need? Yeah it is, and fucking good because I don’t care because nothing is sweeter today than watching him get mercilessly fucked. It’s like Dillon is making up for England losing the Revolutionary War and that whole PBS airing horrible British sitcoms thing. Take that America!

Todger is the name of the underwear and the name of this hot UK Naked Men flick. I can’t wait for Glee’s Matthew Morrison to head to England to star (and receive) in a little movie called Jock Strap. Underthings are a fine inspiration for art.

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