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…)

Don’t let Carlos fool you! That ‘thug’ vibe of his? Well, it’s all bluff.

Once he entered our studios he was pliant and willing. Like a willow in spring. B-o-i-n-g!

Soon the Levis were off, the lube uncorked and a crazy-making jack-off session was underway, all caught — second by second — inch by inch — by our Maximo Latino crew.

And all just for you. Every gyration, grind and groan. Yes, every inch.

How many inches you ask? Well…check it out (more…)

Hi everybody, it’s me again, Nightcharm’s Unpaid Intern.

I’ve been living on the Nightcharm campus since I last wrote. Nightcharm’s publisher David K. thought I would learn more about working on a webzine if I was right under his nose. So I packed up my car and here I am. And it’s been great. I’m really sucking up — no, that’s wrong — soaking up the porn biz.

So the other day I was called up from the basement where I work in a tiny cubicle (not complaining, David, but it is small.) I also live down there in a small storeroom off to the side, that has a bed and stuff. So David calls me up from the dungeon (just kidding — insert smiley face here ) during a photo session and I meet these two hotties. (more…)

Leave it to Raging Stallion Studios to completely redefine the term ‘rent boy.’

In our latest Inner Circle Rearstable video update we’re featuring Bobby Williams (no relation to Robbie) and Andreas Stich (no relation to Arnold Schwarzenegger) in a burning-down-the-house scene from the film Hot Properties.

The story is a quaint one: Cockhound Bobby is out looking for a house to rent — and some groin cartilage to gnaw on. Andreas is a pushy real estate agent with a mean drive for some tight ass. Soon Bobby is on the couch for a doggy-style pounding (above) followed by hours of five-star cock gobbling from Andreas. (more…)

You met him online and he seems like a real stud.

One thing leads to another and before you know it you’re building fantasies all over this guy. You’re nervous to arrange the date but his deep, masculine phone voice is everything you’ve been looking for from your ultimate fuck buddy.

It’s not until you enter his apartment that you’re confronted with the reality of your predicament: peach-scented candles, a collection of Gone With the Wind commemorative plates with certificates of authenticity from the Franklin Mint, a pastel-blue yarn toilet seat cover.

It’s too late to turn back, friend. You’ve entered the world of a Lurid Digs contender.

Of course if you’re lucky, Romeo will have posted images of himself online with indicative clues to his lack of taste before you ever arrive on the scene.

Each month, the readers of our sister site, Lurid Digs send us so many horrifying photos of their past, present, and potential online lovers surrounded by the type of carnage that we do so love to hate… it’s impossible for us to publish them all, but we sportingly keep trying.

It’s our mission to let the world know that no matter how hot a man is, if there is a giant pile of orange dog puppets behind him when he takes the shot for his profile, he’s probably not safe from scrutiny.

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