I was talking to a friend on Friday. We were having the classic argument about whether cartoons “can be sexy” or not. All the normal points were touched on: the too-much-muscle thing, and the too-huge-cock thing, and the thing about how they’re “not realistic,” etc.

As much as I can nod in agreement, there’s a certain point at which I have to acknowledge my erection.

Live porn is often almost a cartoon. It’s created as a fantastic, tidy, neon-packaged alternative to real sex. Big dicks, stupid sets and bold lighting; guys saying things they’d never get away with in real life. (more…)

Remember your friend’s hot dad? He used to get home from his jog covered in sweat and start taking off his clothes on the way to the shower. The divorce had been hard on him and you always wondered if there was some way you could… help. Maybe you got to see a little something or maybe you didn’t but it wasn’t ever enough, was it?

Johnny is here to help you resolve any issues you may have lingering from those days. Thankfully, he’s every bit as hung as you could have wished, and he’s not at all shy about working out a nice load right before your eyes. You can almost smell the salt off this guy’s skin, and it’s very, very nice.

It’s for members, of course, in our exclusive, Inner Circle.

Ay, there’s the rub…

The enigmatic French term for it is Frottage, more colloquially, the dry hump, frotting, bagpiping, scrumping and perrear.

But there’s also: The Safety Dance, grinding, cock2cock, cock knocking, dubbing, sandwich dancing, dogging, the Princeton Rub and cock surfing.

It all comes down to putting your dick anywhere other than the big three orifices.

That’s a continent of erogenous zone to cover.

The Greeks paved the way and all-male college campuses took it and ran with it. It’s a favorite of wrestlers, jockeys, bikers, anyone who’s ever taken an abstinence pledge and straight-identified guys who still like a good man-to-man groin grind. It’s something we’re all into in one style or another. Most likely it’s the first form of sexual stimulation we discovered as children by means of some inanimate object. By the time we’d reach our teens, we’d upgraded to another partner.

The expected dick-on-dick friction standoff is just the tip of the iceberg. Thighs, legs, pecs, biceps, faces, asses and feet are all equally game, the full-on body surf being the pinnacle. It’s probably the most instinctive and intuitive form of sexual intercourse – practiced by the most hesitant beginner and the most seasoned veteran – either as a form of teasing or as the big show stopper.

Plus, it’s got range: clothes on or clothes off, standing up or laying down, face to face or back to front, sober or blitzed. Some men even do it unconsciously while they sleep. (more…)

Blame the new season. Blame the new moon last night — in Aries, the Mars-ruled sign. Mars! God of springtime, battle and red-headed college dudes with peculiar tattoos.

Yep, we’re at it again. Singing (and showing) the praises of auburn hair and fire crotches — like we’ve done so many times before.

Guys like the Inner Circle’s latest Fratmen, Danny, appear randomly within the boneheaded world of gay frat porn — their copper tops flaring magically, signaling piquant mysteries and hot hot sex. Reason enough to celebrate their appearance over and over again.

Join us inside while we watch Danny wake up horny. Yep, it’s a lazy Sunday morning. The perfect time to massage and inflame a randy cock to the bursting point.

Ah, our auburn wonder. Ah, spring!

Our entry today is in no way related to April Fools’.

Or, well — maybe it is. Bear with us as we sort out our muddled, post Day-of-Folly brains.

Today we’re feeling mystical and considering the Symmetry of Destinies — a term coined by metaphysical author Ray Grasse to describe fated, interlocking lives and how those lives become connected, sometimes through random, often astounding events.

This being Nightcharm, our Symmetry of Destiny example involves a military guy’s testicles.

Yes, a balls-out miracle we felt compelled to share.

Our amazing story is taken from the 1896 book Anomalies and Curiosities of Medicine, and involves a soldier wounded during a Civil War battle between Grant’s army and a Confederate detachment.

The fighting was fierce, hope was slim and a split second after our soldier was shot (more…)

When I was 14 years old, my mom apologized for having me circumcised as an infant.

I was in the back seat of the car while my dad was driving, and though I don’t quite remember how the issue came up, I do remember feeling, naturally, horribly awkward about discussing my penis with my parents.

My mom said it hadn’t been explained well by the doctors, and that once the nurse brought me back to her with my “fists clenched and white,” she knew she’d made a mistake.

“I don’t care,” I said.

“I don’t think about it — can we just change the subject?”

I didn’t even know what an uncircumcised penis looked like. I knew something about it having skin that would cover the tip, but I couldn’t picture where that skin attached. Did it just hang down from the head like a second scrotum or an earlobe?

The mysteriousness of it turned to a perverse curiosity, and it happened that my first boyfriend, who I dated when I was 19, was uncut. By then I’d learned what to expect by watching porn, but I couldn’t have predicted how turned on I’d be to see an uncircumcised penis in the flesh. The shaft seemed more thrust forward and determined, without that circular scar in the middle that would break up the shape, and I loved the way my boyfriend’s cock could tuck itself into a sheath when flaccid — it looked just as hot to me then as it did hard. (more…)

It’s called Reality Porn, but in truth it’s anything but. In the new Fantasy Boys theater, Inner Circle members find the guys they’ve had their eye on for years — the one’s you never approach, in some of the hottest, and in other cases some of the strangest scenarios you could dream up.

The set-ups range from everyday (a trendy tatooed personal trainer [Tristan, of Cruierboys fame] working over his skinny, rock boy client) to absolutely stupid (two hunky football players and a Roman soldier, a young bike messenger and a naval officer in full uniform…)

In all cases, the sex is hot and the dicks are larger than average. The guys are into what they’re doing. It’s that wonderful combination of sensations in which you’re in the edge of laughter and then you notice you’ve got a hard-on the size of Minnesota.

It’s a great time to consider joining Nightcharm’s Inner Circle. There’s literally more porn than you can handle, and isn’t that the way we all like it?

“We can’t focus for more than ten seconds on anything at all and we’re constantly exercised about stupid media-generated non-scandals, guilt-by-association raps, accidental dumb utterances of various campaign aides and other nonsense — while at the same time we have no energy at all left to wonder about the mass burgling of the national budget for phony military contracts, the war, the billion dollars or so in campaign contributions to be spent this year that will be buying a small mountain of favors for the next four years.”

– Matt Taibbi