Jake Deckard, 2007’s Raging Stallion Man of The Year and GayVn Nominee for Best Newcomer in 2006, is our kind of guy.

From his site: “I drink Jonnie Black, I cuss like a fucking sailor and I only diet before a shoot. Feel free to buy me a drink if you see me out, but don’t disturb me while I’m eating dessert.”

If you’re tired of the endless stream of waxed and shaven sissy-boys with angel faces and precious cherub dicks, it’s probably time for you to consider switching to something meatier with a bit more … texture.

Lucky for you Jake’s showcasing one of his hottest scenes yet, his phenomenal jungle fuck-a-thon with Marc LaSalle, in the Inner Circle. This one’s going down in the books for nasty, sweat-drenched, excess. It’s probably just the thing you need. Those facial expressions of uncensored lust and agony are alone worth the price of admission.

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Tired of going on mega-buck modeling assignments where he had to wear sweaters in August and Speedos on cold January beaches in Tangier, Nate has decided he will no longer be treated as simply another pretty face!

He’d much prefer that people relate to him as a piece of meat too.

In the heady world of modeling, where it’s all smoke-filled rooms and long conversations about Foucault and Camille Paglia, nobody understands that a man has needs. And these needs must be met! (more…)

As Landon tells it, he was walking along Lafayette when he was approached by our photographer.

“I’m a talent scout,” said the “talent scout” (our guy is a bit rambunctious.) “And I don’t know if you know it, kid, but you’ve just made it to the next round. Welcome to Hollywood.”

This astonished Landon, as it would anyone standing in the middle of snow-blanketed Detroit. “Huh?” was the predictable reply.

“Football player? Hockey player? What is it?” continued the photographer, who tends to get ahead of himself when confronted by the direct manly gaze of a young solidly built stud-pup.

“I’m a college student, dude. Hey quit it!” Our photographer had begun kneading the lad’s biceps.

“You are definitely onto the next round,” repeated the slap-happy scout. A Latin formerly from Manhattan, whom some find pushy (but we know is just warm and maybe a tad too expressive in that South of the Border way), our man had been tasked to crop up in various, perhaps overly genteel — gentile? — cities around the country, tapping shoulders for the betterment of Nightcharm and you, O reader.

Remembering the Prime Directive*, as Jean-Luc used to say, our man in the street pulled himself together and explained that he was inviting young Landon to Hollywood to be part of a fabulous nude photo shoot — surely every boy’s dream — and perhaps, if the stars aligned just right in various motel rooms, a shot at jerking off on film … for famed FRATMAN Studios!

As you must be imagining, Landon was, for a moment, speechless. “How much does this pay,” he managed, in a surprisingly even voice.

We will fade out at this point and leave the details of coarse remuneration to Landon, our photographer, and the God who attends to sparrow falls and other such busybody activities.

Suffice it to say, if you delve into Nightcharm’s Inner Circle, and follow all the links to the Fratman Theater, you will find our young man lying on a bed, with all promises of major stardom fulfilled. Sometimes there is such justice in the world!

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We’re obsessed. We admit it. So sue us!

Yes, you’re correct. Arpad Miklos was featured only a couple of weeks ago on our front page.

But then after we received a press release that detailed how his cock had miraculously grown two extra inches during the last month we scrambled to bring him back to Charmed Life.

Much like a sighting of the Virgin Mary’s visage on a burnt piece of toast or tortilla, the news of Arpad’s expanding appendage sent flocks of photographers and dizzy-delirious fans pounding on the doors of the famous Sexgaymes Film Studios in Australia, demanding an explanation — and a look-see.

Not surprisingly, no explanation was given. But never fear, we’ve got the photo proof you’re hankering to see — and it’s right after the jump. (more…)

…and then, just walk away.

But don’t be angry. You’re lucky you even got to spend the night at his place, after that big college kegger the night before. Joe’s not the sorta guy that does that with just anybody.

Yep, he’s a footloose sorta dude, and, well, he probably doesn’t remember what the two of you did last night anyway. (Too many bong hits, he’ll tell you, after you got back to his place.)

So just love and admire him anyway. And then — yes — just walk away.

If it’s any consolation, he’s left you with an incredible jack-off video to remember him by (in our Fratmen theater) in The Inner Circle. We’ll keep it safe for you, so you can visit and replay it anytime you like. Over and over again.

Not a member? Spank yourself! Join now:

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Oops. We did it again.

Yes, it’s true. All of the guys in our Fratmen theater are special. And all of them are worthy of the sort of veneration we’ve bestowed upon our latest model Sam.

But we have this redhead fixation. It’s an itch, actually — and it just won’t quit.

Sam’s just more fuel for the fire.

And then, too, we’ve this thing for monster hung guys.

Is it shallow of us that we only feature massively endowed guys in the members area the Inner Circle? I mean, we hear there’s a clan of guys out there online devoted to tiny meat. But, alas, that’s just not our tiny thing.

So forgive us once again: Another cute frat dude. Another set of fiery pubes crowning yet another turgid 9-inch cock.

Our bad.

Want to see Sam get naked and jerk off for the camera? We thought so. Members, you’ll discover Sam in full submission this Wednesday in our Fratmen theater update. Non-members? For shame! Join our shindig now! Sam’s ablaze and waiting.

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He sleeps the dreamless sleep of the innocent.

But everybody dreams, we exclaimed.

It was our second go-round with Remy Delaine, an Inner Circle favorite and star this week of a new video on the Video Launch Pad.

When we first met this French hunkeroonie, he had proved a charming foil for our many questions and totally inappropriate innuendos. Now he was letting his guard down — for starters — and giving us a peek into private realms.

Non, he repeated flatly. He rarely dreamt.

But you must.

“I once met a man,” he began — a charming way to begin any tale. “He was a doctor of …” His deep, accented voice faltered for a moment as he tried to recall. “Something,” he said finally, pronouncing it somesing. “And he told me dreams are what you want to do. Your fantasme — fantasy, oui? But I do my fantasme everyday in the porn. So maybe there’s not so much left for the dream.” (more…)

Thank you Berlin Wall for falling.

Thank you, Mother Russia and all the little Russias — those awful Soviet satellites that sunk Eastern Europe into poverty and created a generation of strikingly handsome but stunningly ill-equipped young men.

Correction: Wonderfully, bountifully, bodaciously equipped young men, with beautiful Slavic faces, heavy Slavic schlongs, and whorls of dripping foreskin.

Take Jiri Zikes, left. As a kid in Slovakia he figured he’d follow in his uncles’ footsteps, indenture himself to some Eastern bloc autocrat as a bodyguard-cum-thug. Then the wall fell and the Iron Curtain lifted. And Jiri was left with a lot of time on his hands.

Enter the Free Market miracle! Enter the American porn industry, with its worldwide reach and steady work for rude-boned, high-cheeked studlings idling away over cigarettes and coffee in plaza cafes.

Where Jeri once had a lot of time on his hands, he now has a lot of hands on his …um, time.

We went kind of nuts for Jiri. We love his Slovak angularity and easy, open smile. We’ve devoted a whole photo gallery to this big boy in our Inner Circle. And, just for you, Nightcharmers: Jeri in action! Yes, he’s on the VideoLaunch Pad, in our Bare! theater, balling his head off in Military Manholes (scene 2).

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