Well, yes, what’s driving the world to spin round ‘n round isn’t evolution or progress but horniness, the constant urge to fuck, or at least pop off a spooge bomb every other day.

In this week’s Inner Circle Fratmen Theater update we’ve pulled together dozens of our favorite cum shots from the last six months. College cock erupting like Vesuvius. It’s chthonic. It’s fun. Hurry in, and don’t forget to bring a towel.

Very Early Spring by Katherine Mansfield

The fields are snowbound no longer;
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up into the sky–
So many white clouds — and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver, and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears….
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver. (more…)

What a beautiful ass!

Our new college hunk Brett has heard this comment from teachers, preachers and guidance counselors ever since he began packing his butt in the pin-stripe uniform of his high school baseball team.

And it’s true, wouldn’t you say? Taut, round. (Imagine tracing your finger along the contour — for hours.)

So when they photographed him on the Fratmen campus and made the mistake of giving him this same complement — he just rolled his eyes and blushed a little … then gave ‘em more of his best side. (more…)

Isn’t a body that is scantily clad more alluring than a body stripped bare?

Stop a moment and consider the question. You, with your fervid drive to gobble up all the eye candy you can possibly ingest without causing premature blindness. We’re talking to you.

Take for instance one of the Inner Circle’s new models Javan (yes, that’s his real name). Doesn’t the above photo give pause — freeing your fantasy world, allowing your imagination to explode? Concocting your own private, inner world reverie. How satisfying. Yes?

Isn’t that condition a thousand times more erotic than a lewd photograph featuring some model’s engorged genitalia rearing wantonly stiff against the background of a lush California fern garden?

Well, isn’t it? (more…)

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…)

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…)

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…)