Gay Porn Gossip & News Blog

After six years in Pornland, Tom Faulk finally calls it quits. "I was a loser, a druggie, a hippie, porn gave me structure," Faulk says on Twitter adding, "I told myself I would be back in school and have a real job by 25, I did it." Faulk has just turned 25 and it's unclear if he's returning to school, but it would be fitting since he got his start on College Dudes and filmed 10 scenes with them before moving on to other sites and producers.

Disclaimer: I know there's a large female audience for naked guy stuff, but that's not the entirety of course. So we can be quite positive that the massive amount of naked guy stuff from the past proves a massive amount of guys in the past masturbating to a massive amount of naked guy stuff. Thus gay visibility, sort of. Or at least the evidence of gay existence. Okay, homosexual existence en masse.

I will accept my Honorary Ph.D. in Sexual Archaeology now. Preferably from a decent school like San Francisco Tearoom University. And that doesn't even cover the folks who had no access to naked guy stuff at the time. Though swimming naked at the YMCA probably helped their sexual cause.

Bruce Beckham asks us to follow along and he spies on strangers cruising the streets and hooking up with the men they meet. Tristan Jaxx is sitting on the stairs in front of his building when Jeremy Spreadums walks by. Tex Davidson is waved across the street by security guard Jacob Durham. Adam Ramzi and Dakota Rivers meet on the sidewalk. And Beckham himself gets picked up by Micah Brandt.

The first scene features Tristan Jaxx, who has just returned to Pornland after a long hiatus, and he meets Jeremy Spreadums right in front of his building. They head inside and Tristan fucks the ass off Jeremy.

It takes some liberated guys to pose for their own upskirt photos. Or, in this case, upkilt. Because normally someone has to put mirrors on the tops of their shoes and do complex mirror math to secretly grab a photo.

Not so with these fellas who let their Scottish bits out to breathe on the highlands. I'm a bit weak on Scottish examples, so they're cocks are out.

Then we have some serious goofballs being naked where you are not supposed to be naked. At least the cyclist has some common sense. His wallet's in his backpack.

The benefit to dating a guy who regularly gets splattered and caked in mud is you never have to buy him a spa gift certificate. Though I'm thinking spa-grade mud is of a bit different quality than random sludge.

But when you're getting a mud treatment at a spa, they tend to dissuade boners.

Now I can't recreate the sound effects of all this. The squishes and splashes and splorks and squeaks and sucks. But I'm assuming that's part of the kink. As the mud is its own organism at that point.

I've been going out with this guy for six months and everything's going great. He turns me on and our sex life is fun and satisfying except for one thing. I want to stop using condoms. I've tried fucking him a couple of times without a condom and he stops me. I've tried talking about it, but he just says that he's not ready to take that step but won't tell me why. I end up feeling like I can't be trusted. I don't know what to  do.

-Rubber Hater

After a hard workout, Alex Mecum and Pierce Paris spend a lazy afternoon in the gazebo by the pool. They take turns sucking each other, then Alex finally agrees to try taking Pierce's 10-inch cock up his ass. And he does it bare. When Alex can't take another inch, he flips his top buddy over and gives Pierce a good pounding. 

They're all kind of giant when they're poking the back of your throat or slapping you in the face or pushing on your crack. But there does seem to be one in particular here that is utterly massive.

And it's that big when not fully hard. Imagine.

I suppose in another era he could have been quite the cock celebrity. Making coins from closet case millionaires and that guy who saved up to treat himself with a literal one-man band of cock.

Why would a sexual interest in jeans (and the men's stuff stuffed in the jeans) need a spotlight? Who, besides some country club elitist with an aversion to denim, would not appreciate some bulging, tight, inviting jeans?

But that's the point. Just because an interest is shared by a majority doesn't make it generic and meaningless. It's still a kink.

And it's philosophically no different than a more specialized sexual interest such as role playing doctor patient, or doctor dressed as Batman treating patient dressed as a wombat.

I cum too quickly and it's ruining my sex life. Heard of a two-minute wonder? I wish I could last two minutes. It doesn't matter if it's a handy, a blowjob, or fucking. I cum in under a minute. What can I do?

-Quickie Hater

Now you know what you want for your birthday. And for a change, no, Amazon doesn't sell it. But yet it exists. Just climb in to the time-traveling penis machine, aka The Reverse Masturbator 5000, and it practically does all the work for you.

No longer are you stuck living in the present. And despite what various philosophies state, it's quite fine to focus on the past. Just the cock part mostly. I tend not to focus on shameful things in the past like the Vietnam War or Season 1 of Melrose Place.

New porn director simply named Andy introduces us to amateur guys from across Australia. "The spectacular Australian landscape reflects itself in the masculinity and beauty of the Australian male," says the photographer. Andy's Aussie Boys features surfers and beach bums; smooth twinks and young guys in their early twenties; sportsmen, rugby players, and athletic guys; and lots of sexy guys who don't fit neatly into a box.

No matter the precise position, no matter if captured in color or black and white, vintage smut is vintage smut. And I'm grateful. I get that at some point whatever is happening in the present will look vintage to somebody. But digital kind of washes out that future distinction at some point.

And images that were once on the printed page will always have a different look. Not to mention the hairstyles (body hair and otherwise) and decor. But I really can't know.

Maybe nudity will become the norm and wearing clothing will be seen as pornographic.

There's the super blatant approach of participating in a naked (or near-naked) bike ride. And the super subtle approach of just happening to have your balls hanging out of your blue collar pants. But they have one thing in common. 

Balls.

And there's not a real class that can teach you all this. Except whatever lessons you learn from your own intense sex drive and need to expose. For some reason, it's still a taboo, even though violence would be the actual horrible thing in the universe. Non-consensual viewing of certain private parts can be awful of course. So it's good you clicked here willingly.

Fane Roberts has retired from Pornland. The handsome and ripped hunk debuted with Falcon Studios back at the beginning of the summer in Code of Silence and he followed up with four scenes from Route 69. Roberts appeared from out of nowhere, but suddenly was everywhere.

We reached out to Falcon Studios Group for an interview with Roberts to see how a porn newbie snags a contract with one of the most exclusive studios in the business. Three days later, a Falcon representative got back to us with the news that Fane Roberts has retired from filming.