I’m here to talk about bimbos!

Biblical bimbos!

Photogenic Mormons are doffing their tops for the good of their faith. And I’m conflicted.

Sure, there’s no better score than a guy with self-esteem problems — the sort of “issues” that cause him to seek out religion and beefcake photography. Yet still, I can’t help feeling skeptical.

Under the aegis of its parent company Mormons Exposed (I kid you not), the Men On A Mission Calendar features “twelve handsome former missionaries who have dared to pose bare-chested.”

The project is supposed to be all about the spiritual beauty that comes from within, not just trading in sculpted torsos and great abs. The copy writes itself:

“Rod loves his position as a missionary, spends hours on his knees, and will give you the shirt off his back. Turn-ons include topless testifying, constitutional amendments, and tending to the lepers.”

Have a listen to the venture’s co-founder and producer Chad Hardy as he elaborates on the calendars raison d’etre and try to keep a straight face: (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…)

There’s no getting around it. If you’re a hot guy, eventually, at some point, you’re going to get fucked by Jake Cruise.

But even if you’re not so hot, this coming Monday, we’re proud to announce that we’ll be adding a new Jake Cruise theater to our already enormous collection of video feeds that we lovingly maintain for members of our exclusive Inner Circle.

Gay porn’s long-standing dirty daddy figure, Cruise has a well-deserved reputation for getting almost any guy he wants — and by ‘getting’ I mean plowing his butt. In fact, a certain level of disdain can be felt toward Jake from those with pointy skyward noses. Something about how he shouldn’t be using his position to create a sprawling, one man, self-serve cock buffet.

But those people would be missing the point, which I’ll spell out for them here. We all live vicariously through our daddy, Jake. We cannot resist the allure of his uncanny ability to sleep with men at least twelve steps above him on the hotness ladder. We put ourselves in his place and bask in the dreamy hope of also attaining such access.

Members of Nightcharm’s Inner Circle, of course, will have that self-same access on Monday, September 3rd. Mark your calendars.

… Because I love men.

Yes that’s the simple answer. To an even simpler question.

We’re gay, you and I. But why? I’m not looking for some DNA in-utero underdeveloped hypothalamus cause. I’m wondering why, every breathing day of our lives, we find men so…hot.

And why is it that we’re willing to pursue these creatures when we’ve been preached at, since birth, that they are exactly whom we are forbidden to love — and fuck? (more…)

Hollywood and its down-market doppelganger Gay Porn have always had a symbiotic relationship.

Starting in the earliest days of stag films and continuing into the beefcake photos of the Athletic Model Guild and the advent of hardcore, gay porn has always been happy to employ Hollywood’s handsome rejects — guys who are too short, too untalented, or just too unwanted to hit the big time.

Guys willing to do all the things that real stars do in private and pay publicists to keep under wraps.

The life of a sex star can be just as tragic and self-destructive as a mainstream actor’s.

For every big name who succeeds in winning a long career on either side of the camera or retiring in opulence, there are any number of would-be starlets who miss the boat. While many are claimed by the dreaded Four Horsemen (AIDS, Age, Overdose, and Suicide), there are others who are felled by ending up on the wrong side of the law. The lucky ones manage to survive with their careers still intact. The doomed flare out spectacularly and shuffle off down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams to that iron-barred Xanadu known as the Big House.

For sheer luridness, it’s hard to top the arrest of internet barebacking entrepreneur Harlow Cuadra (far right) for the murder of Cobra Video owner and producer Bryan Kocis (right middle), a crime straight out of Boogie Nights.

Porn pixie Cuadra and boyfriend/business partner Joseph Kerekes (right top) — the hustler Leopold to his trucker-hatted Loeb — face charges for the murder of Kocis, an attack so violent that it resulted in 28 stab wounds and a slashed throat for the victim before his home was set ablaze.

The two are staring down a litany of other charges including robbery, arson, money laundering, tampering with evidence, racketeering, and abuse of a corpse (yeesh). Money was apparently their motive. (more…)

Prepare to cry, moan and come!

Presenting the This is Me Series. Starring our newest online discovery.

All we know is that male926, as he calls himself, lives in the United Kingdom, is 30 years old and only started posting his lovely love affair with himself this June. He lists his interests as fitness and bodybuilding.

Oddly, he leaves out smoking, which apparently gives him — and certainly us — a big ol’ chubby.

Behold: (more…)

Ever wonder why men don’t lock eyes unless they’re going to fight … or fuck?

Or why adolescent boys leave empty seats between them when they go to the movies?

That is the burning question today over on AlterNet, kicking off a long and ponderous meditation on manhood by a professor of American culture. The essay’s title: Don’t Look Gay: Why American Men Are Afraid of Intimacy with Each Other

Yes, we’ve made this trip before — many times before –but let’s strap ourselves in for one more thrill-packed, hands-in-the-air go-round on the Cyclone, that splintery old roller coaster of cultural frettings over men who just can’t handle heavy duty man-on-man, dick-in-ass action — the wimps! … and definitely not our kind, darling.

“On Saturday afternoon at the Cineplex you can see them: adolescent boys, there to watch one of the action films that Hollywood makes with an audience of young males in mind,” begins John Ibson, who teaches courses on male sexuality at Cal State Fullerton. “What’s distinctive is where the boys sit in the theater. Though they might’ve come to the movie together and might even be close friends, they’ll leave an empty seat between them.” (more…)

“Your body is a labyrinth that only I can penetrate.”

It’s pretty arch and baroque as far as come-ons go, but if you’re indie film maker Joe Zaso, it’s likely to make you stiffen with anticipation below the belt.

New York-born Zaso is a devote of the sexy, violent horror movies produced in Italy during the 60s and 70s and a whispered, vaguely threatening line like that is just the type of florid dialogue you’d expect in movies with erotically macabre titles like Your Hands On My Body, The Corpse Bears Traces of Carnal Violence, and Strip Nude For Your Killer.

This is the twilight world Zaso dreams of — a place where beautiful people in mod fashions die operatically, everyone lives in an opulent Italian villa, sex is kinky and scored to lush Ennio Morricone-style music, and there’s always a trench-coated, fedora-wearing maniac with a razor lurking about.

Joe Zaso was born too late to have the movie career he craves or deserves. Had he arrived decades earlier, he’d be playing an assortment of shirtless Frankenstein Monster sex toys, Eurospy heavies, drop-dead gorgeous Spaghetti Western anti-heroes, and macho explorers in Italian cannibal epics.

With all his telegenic brawn, it’s not hard to picture him assaying Hercules or Maciste in toga pictures, getting roles as sand-kicking bullies in sugary beach party movies, or being plucked right off the streets of New York to star in Andy Warhol Factory films.

Alas, the world has changed. The Hollywood studio system collapsed and has left many a beautiful hopeful to fend for themselves. Broadway and Soap Opera inner circles are just as closed off. The European Horror and Sexploitation market dwindled by the close of the 80s. Gone are the drive-ins and grind house scenes of yesteryear.

So what’s a handsome, ambitious young actor to do? (more…)