“I felt a hand draw closer to my zipper,” the excerpt begins — a memory of sex on the subway that appears in the “Sex Issue” of HX, a glossy New York bar guide.

“He, with his banker’s cut and pinstripes, oh so slowly pressing against my stuff; no accident and my body knew it. Train frottage! I screamed internally as my bulge grew in excitement …”

Those were the days, my friend.

Pre-Rudy Giuliani and his Death-to-Sex squads. Pre-AIDS, which convulsed the city, swelled emergency rooms, and made stopping the transmission a city priority, resulting in the shut down of baths, theaters and backrooms.

Oh — sigh! — how we miss those lusty, free-for-all days! When we were all Tom Selleck clones, with gay wardrobes full of interchangeable man-gear, like Troy, above, a Stud magnet from Xodus. (more…)

The last time I had sex with a straight man was back in high school — that is, the last time before I became the porn star “Gus Mattox.” The straight “man” — just a teenager like me, actually — was my cousin, a year older than me, a soccer star and very obliging when it came to letting me suck his dick.

I’d be passing the green bean casserole at Thanksgiving and he’d give me that look. A thrill would shoot through me. The look meant that after dinner I should follow him into his bedroom and shut the door. He’d pop in an 8-track, and his choice of music would clue me in to how the rest of the lazy, sleepy Thanksgiving afternoon would go.

If he picked Bread’s Greatest Hits, it meant he was feeling generous and might just give me a mercy grope through my jeans as I sucked him off. Led Zeppelin? I was on my own. I never minded, though: he had a really big dick and even back then I was a fellatio-phile. (more…)

My ex-boyfriend Harvey is an artist and illustrator. One of the first presents he ever gave me was a copy of an illustration he drew for one of the slick porn magazines, Honcho or Inches.

In the picture, a prisoner crouches naked at the feet of a prison guard in thigh-high boots. They both have huge erections.

Underneath the picture, Harvey hand-wrote a loving inscription that cemented our bond. It said:

“Suck my big dick you filthy scumbag.”

I immediately taped this treasure over my desk, where it remains to this day. It turns me on and it makes me laugh. (more…)

Fellatio … pronounced fel-lay-she-o. (But you knew that.) That would be the noun. To fellate, the verb. But what the heck is fellatial?

Fellatial, of course, is the adjective. Rhymes with palatial . Never heard it before? That’s because it’s only a week old. Of the rage and fury attending its birth, we are about to tell. But first let us review this word’s happy little root — fellatio – for a moment.

The Urban Dictionary defines it like this:

“The term used in polite company which refers to the subservient act of orally stimulating the male sex organ with, but not limited to, the lips, mouth and tongue, during which suction pressure is applied to the male organ, usually resulting in the need to shampoo.”

Use it in a sentence, please.

Fellatio is not a city in France. (We sort of adore the Urban Dictionary.)

It’s a wonder so useful a word was never put in adjectival form until last Sunday when it was invented by conservative gay pundit Andrew Sullivan, the man we hate to love.

He used it in a book review, to indicate the fawning, on-their-knees way conservative blowhards write about this, the worse of all possible presidents (save one: Nixon still wins that derby.) (more…)

It promises to be the hottest stud farm in Las Vegas, an all-male brothel that will be presided over by the notorious “Hollywood Madame” herself, Heidi Fleiss.

And Lester James Brandt (above) wants to be a part of it. You may remember (or maybe not ) Lester from his year-long stint playing a bad-boy Latino on the soap sudser Another World. That was back in 1995.

“I decided I was going to make acting a full-time career and I gave myself ten years to do it,” he said back then. Well, 10 years have come and gone with only the occasional walk-on and a lot of fitness magazine work. Lester has decided to move on to Plan B — a classic Plan B for so many beautiful boys and girls who don’t quite make it in Hollywood : big-time whoredom in Las Vegas.

“I’ve been following the guide to how to be an actor all this time. But I never got the big break,” Brandt tells Newsweek this week, explaining why he went into the stud service. “Then I met Heidi and I thought, ‘I’m gonna try something different’.” (more…)

Imagine driving through town and seeing the above contraption placed in front of your neighbor’s garage. What in the hell is it? Who made it? And more: What are they doing with it? Fret not. Author and photographer Timothy Archibald explains it all to you in his fascinating book Sex Machines. (more…)

Vincent Gallo claims that “everybody attacks you when you have a big cock.” We, then, will applaud him.

Especially now that the movie actor is set to share his dick with his fans. You see, Vincent is selling his sperm on his official website. Asking price? One million dollars. What else would you expect?. (more…)

What a long, strange trip it’s been.

In Part 1 of our interview with Rich Merritt, he told us how he landed on the cover of the New York Times Sunday magazine under the headline "The Shadow Life of a Gay Marine." But coming out in the Marines was relatively easy, he contends, compared to coming out had he stayed put at Bob Jones University, a notoriously backward Bible University in South Carolina.

Luckily, he had gotten expelled from BJU (an ironic acronym considering how homophobia was worn there as a badge) for, of all things, dancing with girls and listening to rock ‘n’ roll! How Merritt went from Marine to porn star to Atlanta attorney is all spelt out in his new memoir Secrets of a Gay Marine Porn Star. Nightcharm editor John Calendo picks up his interview with the author right as he’s about to join the Corps. (more…)