…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.” (read the full article)

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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