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)

We’ve crawled and trawled the two million gay porn web sites that populate the web, and — in the end — rubbed ourselves raw for the following naked men extravaganzas:

1. His white hole abused by black thugs.

2. Big, dumb, fucked-up marines.

3. Gloryhole lunch hour for men in suits.

4. Euro hunks fucking and sucking.

5. But I’m a married man!

6. Hazing his raw fratboy ass.

7. Service me, buddy!

8. OINK! German style.

9. Web cam junkies.

10. Dripping, drooling uncut cock.

We’ve launched a fun new fan page on Facebook. You can go there and ‘like us‘ and we will love you for it. Meet other Nightcharmers, hang out, trawl, dream, scheme — whatever you normally do on Facebook — now you can do it with us! See you there.

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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Here’s the thing:

99% of Hollywood comedies are awful — plastic, empty, mirthless, lazily-penned, artificial tripe that’s the cinematic equivalent of Velveeta.

Hollywood comedies cling to asinine cliches that have no relevant connection to real life. Working women lose all sense of dignity when invited to a friend’s wedding and feel the need to pay male co-workers to be their dates. Hetero men are all fumbling man-children who are unable to handle infants without getting sprayed with urine. Declarations of love happen just before someone boards a plane to France. Adults turn into teenagers, or people switch bodies.

I’ll spare everyone the eye-rollingly horrible trailer for The Change-Up because it features two of these idiot conceits. However, it does boast one novel flourish: naked Jason Bateman admiring his own taint with a mirror. I did not expect Jason Bateman to be this hot in the buff.

A Hollywood comedy has succeeded in edifying me.

Mind. Blown.

We know, it reads like science fiction that’s been penned by an extreme left-wing group. But Suck Dick: Save the World is a really, truly great film — and it’s been scientifically proven that gay porn can have a strong impact on the planet by channeling deep instinctual, sometimes violent, sexual urges into a safe pastime like cocksucking. Don’t believe us! Well, just head into the Inner Circle, our exclusive gay porn membership area, and check out Paul Morris’ new masterpiece for yourself. Do your part. Give peace a chance!

Oh iPhone, is there no end to your totemic ability to synergize?

The oft-lamented bad cliché is that technology only perversely distances us from one another instead of connecting us, but yours is a multi-purpose ingenuity that provides us with our most essential of needs: peers into the lives of inhibition-deficient hot pieces and their tendency for spontaneous thread-doffing at home, at the gym, or anywhere else they can find a reflective surface. The deftly cut-to-the-chase Guys With iPhones is glad to chronicle the glorious self-love you’ve helped to propagate. Why, there was a time when Narcissus only had a reflecting pool to gaze in, so he’d be elated with the latter-day myth that apparently no one even remotely unfortunate-looking owns you.

It’s a convenient win-win situation for everyone, the vainglory-obsessed provided with endless opportunities to admire themselves while being admired, while we the beholders can reap the combined benefits of phone sex and the self-reflexive nudie pic in one shot.

Also see John Calendo’s Hello World…It’s Me!

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. (read the full article)

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. (read the full article)