Movies are the repositories of all our unfulfilled dreams, while television depicts the daily life we can only wish we had, but it’s the Internet — above any other media form — that exists to chronicle the singular predilections we can’t necessarily share with anyone in particular.

Few sites can claim to narrowcast to such a select audience as the candidly unpretentious Nadshot website, a chronicle dedicated to the spectacle of comic book characters taking wince-inducing kicks, punches, lasers, and other various implements to the groin. A brief peruse will drive home the realization that everything in the Twenty-First Century has assumed the mantle of art form and idee fixe.

Comic books have taught us a lot, like how having a double life is healthy and rewarding only for the beautiful and genetically-blessed, or that for every highly-specified metahuman ability, there’s a tailor able to produce a corresponding lycra ensemble.

Still, in paneled universes where the human body has the resilience of Silly Putty and the sight of body-suited paladins smacking the shit out of each other always carries with it a latent erotic surliness, it’s good to know that even the chosen ones and their Adamantium gonads are humbled by the might of the Big Wind-Up.

We’ve all been to that bend in the river, haven’t we? Where the woodbine twineth — among other thangs.

In case you’ve forgotten what a thang looks like, our master artist Josman draws a whole slew of tumescent ones for the R.J. Marsh story The Way Things Are, which you’ll find in the Inner Circle.

A potent, hardon-making tale, it is also beautifully written — something we’ve come to expect from this author. For the way things are is that nobody in this story is gay. Nobody at all. All the guys tell us that several times. And yet…

And yet each one of them finds their way to that bend in the river. (read the full article)

Here at Nightcharm, USA New Josman illustrations are always a cause for standing on our heads and reciting the Jabberwocky with wild hiphop gestures.

Josman’s illustrations make us dizzy — correction dizzier, with all they have to show us about phallic fun. And we do mean phun.

The Master has taken his digital pen and paint to a heart-tugging tale about one fellow helping out another. You see this other fellow — that’s him, above, in the white T with the nipple ring — he’s stranded (wouldn’t you know) in the middle of nowhere. Funny thing about nowhere: You can’t go shopping there, or take in a movie, or order an Orange smoothie from some cute bucktooth hayseed behind a counter. Boys being boys though, our two heroes figure out a way to flitter away the time … and each other. (read the full article)

I am a ravenous cocksucker.

He’s standing in front of me. Naked. I’m on my knees. Also naked. I’m the drain and he’s the plunger, and our purpose together is pre-ordained.

The stubble on my chin mingles with the stubble on his scrotum; I open my eyes for a moment and all I see are slim hips. I’m moaning (more of a crazed hum, come to think of it). He’s thrusting.

Lovingly, I tug and tickle and — Shazam! I’m bestowed with a bountiful expression of his joy — it’s both delicious and unpleasant, but its unpleasantness makes it even more delicious. We giggle as we kiss stickily. Moments later we’ve switched places and now I’m thrusting while he’s humming crazily…

I know that my lover and I do not dance this nasty tango alone. Porn is chock-a-block with cocksuckers. Girls suck cock. Boys suck cock. Almost everybody sucks cock — even Catholic priests. (read the full article)

You never know whom you’re going to see at the dirty book store.

And if you’re a married guy on the low, low, how low-can-you-go down, you may have a lot of thrills and chills in your future.

The shock of recognition, for instance. That one’s a bitch.

And that kind of zingy, tingling alarm is really what Family Values, our new Inner Circle story by master-writer Bob Vickery, is all about (with illustrations by the great Josman):

Here’s a taste (But watch it! It may be too hot for you, Orson!):

And that’s just an inkling of what’s about to … um … come.

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Nightcharm’s master illustrator aligns with premiere queer erotica writer, RJ March, in the Inner Circle’s When Rufus Sings. It’s an erotic tale of a straight guy tricking out on his girlfriend with a hot male model, whose room is covered in naked studies of himself. Well, those photos couldn’t be any hotter than the series of hard-edged, high-impact illustrations Josman turned in for this nasty bedtime story. (read the full article)

Josman you take our breath away every time! For long moments we grow dizzy!

More than just the wind is blowing in this series of storm-at-sea illustrations from Nightcharm’s master artist Josman. But wait it gets better! The hot ‘toons are coupled with a new Inner Circle beat-off tale from master storyteller Bob Vickery, one of Nightcharm’s most popular writers.

In Blown Out to Sea, a schooner gets tossed about in a storm while two shipmates do some tossing and turning of their own in a tiny hammock, with all the lanterns swaying above them. Complications — as is their delightful wont in such tales — follow. Soon our salty seamen are having abandoned sex with total strangers! (read the full article)

NEW FICTION! NEW JOSMAN! Once again Josman blows us away! When it comes to the fantasy life of gay men, there are not many illustrators who can stand next to Tom of Finland and not shudder in the long shadow of Tom’s impact. But Josman, whose work regularly appears on our pages, stands shoulder to shoulder with the master. You can spot a Josman instantly. The lyricism of his voluptuous line, the heart-stopping impact of his comic-book framing takes the work way beyond the erotic to something hyper-real and visionary.
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