What television lovin’ gay kid from the sixties and seventies hasn’t wondered if I Dream of Jeannie’s mistress of Middle Eastern magic, Barbra Eden, had a sexy brother of equal hotness?

Well, leave it to Raging Stallion Studios– the San Fran porn producers who go the extra mile to fulfill every erotic fantasy you’ve ever had the pleasure of diddling within your agitated libido — to deliver up the magic.

And yes, we’re talking about a gay male genie. One of those supernatural creatures with the kind of aphrodisiacal spells that can transform a couch full of heterosexual males into a homo-writhing, clusterfucking Kodak moment.

We love disruptions like that. Don’t you?

We thought so. (more…)

Deep sleepy eyes. A golden glow. Dark hair. A cock that could do some damage. A butt that asks — no, begs to be fucked. Hard.

Of course we’re talking about Dominic Pacifico, San Francisco’s super-fancy DJ-turned-professional-butt-boy. You might know Dominic from his recent appearance in Joe Gage’s vaunted return to directing, Arcade on Route Nine. He’s on the receiving side of the wall in a touching father and son glory hole scene.

As hot as that scene is, it only scratches the surface of what a downright nasty boy Dominic can really be. You’ve got to explore his vast archive of fucks on film to truly understand what makes him such an inspiration to aspiring anal fans the world over.

To that end, we’ve got a hum-dinger for you at the Sexgaymes theater in the Inner Circle (our exclusive members’ area). Dominant and hung, Fred Faurtin is our definition of a perfect top, and he certainly doesn’t hold back when it’s Pacifico’s tight little anus he’s filling up with hot dick. (more…)

 
Crowds gathered and thousands cheered when the gentle scene you see above was shot near the Bay Bridge in San Francisco.

Gossip rarely travels back to us from a porn shoot. Usually the ass-pounding, dick-swallowing on display in the Video area of Nightcharm’s Inner Circle is all we need to know. But a fluffer on the set of the latest Raging Stallion dick-flick thought this story was too good to keep to himself. A long-time friend of Nightcharm, he called us in the middle of the night with his breathless, behind-the-scenes tale: (more…)

Treasure Island Media’s resident stud shaman is back in Meat Packing.

His previous two movies, Dawson’s 20-Load Weekend and the coyly titled, Cum Sloppy Buttholes have garnered the burly giant a world of fans and made him a stand out among Treasure Island’s gallery of irresistible male stars.

Before we send you on your way to view his latest video extravaganza, consider the following fun facts:

Dawson’s from a small town in Maine.

Off-camera he works for a biotech company’s sales dept.

His love life? As he told a reporter recently he has “No significant other at this point. Not many people can handle the porn thing, let alone that it’s bareback. It’ll take a special person to see past that.”

And what about the furor surrounding barebacking? (more…)

Just how far should two guys go?

This story is so old there was probably a version of it unearthed with the Dead Sea scrolls.

Two guys, lots of kicking back, some beer (actually a couple of six-packs worth), a bowl of Funyuns, ESPAN blaring in the background — and then the proverbial offer: “How ’bout a neck massage, dude?”

Jump cut.

Piles of clothing litter the floor. The dog crying at the door to be let back in. The aftereffects of a not-so-good blow job and then … someone has the idea to do a little rimming. (more…)

To the American ear, the name Francisco conjures up the city of San Francisco, rising above a bay on rollercoaster hills, with its bars and tourists and gingerbread trim.

But that would be the wrong city, the wrong bay, the wrong tourists for this Francisco.

Like many a young man with a hardon who is approached by a photographer on a Southern beach and offered money — not a fortune certainly, but more than enough for the proverbial “trouble” — to free the monster bulging out of his low-rise swim trunks, in front of a camera, for strictly humanitarian purposes — no, not to save Africa, which thankfully has Ryan and Paula and Randy and Simon to save it — but for the good governance and continuing sanity of all us wonderful people out here in the dark…

Like so many young men, we say, this young man decided not to use his real name but fabricated one from the glittering syllables of the city where he was from, or wanted to be from — his soul city. (more…)

So they did this experiment, they being a battery of PhDs for The Journal of Sexual Medicine.

Forty guys — 20 cut, 20 un — were tested to see which group was more sensitive to “genital sensory stimulation” — that’s lab-speak for “pleasure.”

So the 40 dicks were stretched. The 40 dicks were pulled. The 40 dicks were tickled until they blushed a violet crimson.

And what did the 40 dicks yield? (more…)

Like so many hot young pistols his age, Kenny is too sexy for his shirt.

For his pants. For his shoes. For his ipod. (Although we may need to call in a surgeon to remove that.)

When he’s not looking, we switch ipods on him and pump that old Randy Newman song into his head. You know the one. We’ve customized the lyrics, of course, to suit our — how shall we put it? — orientation, but you know the one:

Baby, take off your coat
      — real slow.
Baby, take off your shoes
      — here, I’ll take your shoes.
Baby, take off the rest.

You can leave your hat on.
You can leave your hat on.
You can leave your hat on.

Go on over there and turn on the light
      — no, all the lights.
Now come back here and stand on this chair
      — that’s right.
Raise your arms up into the air…
      — shake ‘em!

You give me reason to live, boy.
You give me reason to live.
You give me reason to live.

He likes the song. And is so good at following directions! He asks for another. We comply (our Randy Newman stash is inexhaustible.) We even sing along:

I was born to make you happy.
I think you’re just my style.
Everywhere I go,
Tellin’ everyone I know
Baby I love to see you smile.

You can see Kenny do … well, much more than smile, at the Fratmen Theater on our Video Launch Pad. Burn on, big Kenny, burn on.

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