Our friends over at Queer Me Now posted a silly little advice column from CockyBoys’ resident sexpert, The Porn Pup, focusing on five of the many sex dilemmas gay men face and how to cope with them. Some of the highlights from his tips include killing your partner’s dog if he threatens to give you HIV, becoming a flower shop attendant to help build confidence if you’re bi-curious, slathering Nutella on your pubes as the determining factor when considering double penetration, not putting razors in your rectum, and encouraging you to be a drunk and trashy mess until you’re in your mid-thirties (!). You can read some more excerpts below, or head over to Queer Me Now for the full column.

Five Gay Man’s Dilemmas That Will Make You Their Bitch – Unless You Read This First

Being gay man in the modern world can be a tricky endeavour. In ancient times it was less of an obstacle course of dilemmas; you’d simply stroll beneath the nearest aqueduct, bend over and get pounded by a hunky Roman Centurion, then wander back to your village to barter for vegetables for the rest of the day. These days you have to wonder how many STD’s that hipster you’re fucking from Craigslist has, pray you didn’t rip a condom as you opened the wrapper with your teeth, consider whether that asparagus you ate last night was what made his nose wrinkle when he swallowed your load… Truly, there’s too many things to stress over when you’re a gay in the twenty-first century.

I want to help you. I’m going to take five modern gay dilemmas, shake them and see what falls out. Hopefully it’ll be an honest solution. Then if you’re ever faced with one of these problems you can ask yourself WWTPPD. That of course means ‘What Would ThePornPup Do’, and it’s what I ask myself every morning when I’m choosing between vodka or boxed wine.

The dilemma of: Just the tip.

You just met a guy. He’s super sweet, maybe even rich and handsome. You’ve gone on a date, smiled shyly across a candlelit first course and played footsie under the table. Now you’re back at his place, flat on your back and his cocks probing your hole. Any minute now, you think, any minute now he’s going to put on a condom and is gonna fuck me rotten. But he doesn’t- his precum has conveniently lubed you up enough for him to slip inside. It’s ok, he says as you catch your breath, it’s just the tip.

DILEMMA. It feels so good but you know it’s wrong. And you know it’s wrong because everyone tells you it is; your best friend; the bored doctor at the clinic, possibly even your mum. But damn, it really does feel good, the raw connection, skin against skin (well, circumcision scar against inner bum weirdness)… do you tell him to pull out, as he’s breathing heavily in your ear about how good you feel and slides in another inch?

YES. YES YOU DO. A fuck isn’t worth catching something nasty, even the curable ones. Tell him, politely and firmly, to pull out or you’re going to kill his dog. Whatever it takes for him to get that potential weapon-of-T-cell-destruction out of you. He’s using and abusing you, and that’s only hot in fantasies and TV prison dramas.

The dilemma of: STR8 Acting.

Let’s dissect the phrase:

STR8. Well, if you’re rubbing your weenie against another guys weenie then you’re probably not. And that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Aspiring to be straight is self-deluding, pointless and ultimately self-defeating. While you might be offended by the gay men that run around West Hollywood like over-medicated flower shop attendants, consider that at least they’re being themselves- and that truly takes a real man.

Acting. Well, you’re faking it then? Why would you want to admit to anyone that you’re living a fake lifestyle? Man up and be yourself, just like those flower shop attendants.

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Image via Huffington Post

What does it take to survive working in gay porn? That was the subject of a recent opinion piece on The Huffington Post’s website by Frankie Valenti, better known to gay porn enthusiasts as Johnny Hazzard. In the article, Valenti lists the unanticipated, negative consequences that being a porn star had on his life. He concludes that he’s grateful to still be alive, and that he misses former colleagues who have committed suicide.

Valenti’s piece is mostly about public expectations of porn models. He writes, “Men think that I will sleep with anybody, including them, that I have no tastes of my own and fuck as much as I breathe. Autonomy is a thing of the past. I cannot go to clubs or bars alone, because there’s always somebody wanting to talk to me about this movie, this actor or this scene.”

Should we be surprised that people treat porn models this way when the marketplace commoditizes sex so relentlessly? On one hand, I suppose this treatment is flattering, but on the other hand it reduces the person to one thing – a sex object – and negates everything else that makes them human.

Men who work in porn are exceptional, in my mind, because they can perform a private act for the most public sort of enjoyment. Not only do viewers get to watch them give expert blowjobs, take (and give) like champs and shoot geysers of cum, they can replay those scenes again and again. This repetition serves to hard-wire viewers to see porn stars as sex objects – and, let’s face it, that’s the job description. It’s the fault of the consumer when they’re unable to separate porn’s fantasy from the real human being.

Toward the end of his article, Valenti bemoans, “There are no ‘porn stars’ anymore. And that could be a huge reason why we are losing some of the ‘big guys.’ Many didn’t have a way out or didn’t have goals for when the title stopped meaning as much. I can relate. You have this title, this crown that acts like currency, like armor. When the money stops, that diminished title is all you have left.”

That’s exactly what happened to Joey Stefano. This was his porn star name, but Nick Iacona, born and raised in Philadelphia, surely didn’t envision dying at 26 from a drug overdose. The story of his rise to the heights of porn fame with then up-and-coming director Chi Chi LaRue is well covered in Charles Isherwood’s book Wonder Bread & Ecstasy: The Life and Death of Joey Stefano.

Thanks to his remarkable beauty and sexual enthusiasm, Stefano rose to the top of his profession in the early 1990s. But because of ongoing addictions and lack of foresight for what he would do after porn, Joey’s star faded fast. Desperation to find a way out of the industry and an appetite for drugs only intensified as the video work dried up.

In my opinion, foresight into what comes after a career in porn is key to ‘surviving’ the industry. No one, no matter how physically attractive, can keep their sexuality interesting forever – and because the industry is inevitably focused on appearances and youth, the clock on a porn career will inevitably run out. Which is where having a Plan B comes into play.

In the Huffington Post article, Valenti mentions having another career. This is also true for Pierre Fitch, a CockyBoys exclusive who is still doing porn in his 30s (and looking damn good in his scenes, I might add). Pierre has another career as a DJ; he has performed in Australia, Europe, Montreal, Toronto, and other locations too numerous to list here.

Through my conversations with him, I know Pierre still loves being a porn star, but that’s not the only role he plays. Being a DJ allows him to use his talents to express himself creatively with music. As a CockyBoy he expresses himself creatively with sex. Long after he retires from porn, Pierre’s career as a DJ will carry on. His fans ‘in the know’ will continue to recognize Pierre as an amazing performer and true sex symbol.

A final thought on ‘surviving’ gay porn. It certainly helps psychologically if it’s not done just ‘for the money.’ Bank accounts fill and drain depending as much on someone’s chosen profession as on unforeseeable events (injury, illness). Porn sticks around forever – especially in a time when governments are collecting information on their citizens and the Internet makes sure everyone knows everything about you in the time it takes to brew a cup of coffee.

If you’re going to be a porn star, make sure you’re doing it because you love putting on a performance. Do it because you find it exciting to know that you’ll be preserved through the magic of film at your most attractive. Do it because you love your co-stars and they give you the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

Don’t sign up to be a porn star just for the money, because like it or not, if you put pen to paper, you, too, will have to navigate a sometimes unforgiving world, touchy-feely fans, and the steady march of time.

Aidan Cartwright is an author, blogger, researcher, and word junkie with an enthusiasm for art, a well crafted punchline and working out. Having lived above a gay bookstore, queer literature and gay porn inevitably cross his mind from time to time. You can follow him on Twitter here: @CartwrightAidan

Asher is a guy who knows what he wants, but you’d never know that about him at first glance. He’s like a frat boy undercover, a total guy’s guy you genuinely want to be friends with… if you could only stop thinking about him when you jerk off at night. Being such an aggressive guy himself, he also likes guys who are aggressive around him. His sex drive is through the roof and he says there’s no greater feeling in the world than a nice dick up his ass. He’s got all the ingredients it takes to be a CockyBoy, and even looks like a few of them. If Ricky Roman, Levi Karter, and Jake Bass all had an orgy, then the resulting birth would be Asher.

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Max and Jake’s Road Strip has been depicted as an amazing journey for everyone involved in the production of the film. This can also be said for the fans of “Jax.” We have seen two young men grow in their relationship with each other and learn to traverse the industry as professional adult performers. However, in the end we are reminded of the fact that Jake and Max are normal people, with everyday needs, wants, and feelings. With the series now concluded, The Cocky Beast brings you a trivia challenge that will test the devotion of even the most loyal fans. Answer all questions correctly, and you will have the chance to win a copy of the Road Strip feature-length film when it arrives on DVD later this year!

I think the reason why I’m an atheist is the overbearing influence that religion had on me growing up. I was always told that my ideas, my thoughts, and my notions of what was right and wrong were subject to judgment by an all-powerful, all-seeing, and all-knowing bearded dude in the sky.

On the bright side, I am grateful for the knowledge and culture that my God-fearing parents imparted. It is because of their oft-narrow interpretations of what it means to live a “good life” that I am able to appreciate and decipher my own ideology and goals.

But I digress.

When I watched CockyBoys’ A Thing Of Beauty earlier today, I was blown away. I honestly couldn’t make heads or tails of the feeling I was experiencing. It was almost indescribable. Then I realized it wasn’t just one feeling. It was a melange of what I consider to be primal and human emotions, all connected through guilt.

I was guilty because the three strongest emotions I was feeling were a part of my religious upbringing, the “seven deadly sins.”

Lust

This one is a no-brainer. Colby Keller and Dale Cooper are two near-perfect men in my opinion. I’ve had the privilege of meeting and speaking with them (both separate and together) and I will admit that every time, I was so taken aback that I couldn’t form coherent phrases. Their confidence, their intelligence, and their magnetism make me quiver at the knees… (forgive my dated metaphor: Harlequin period romances were my version of extreme porn when I was 12 years old).

Result: My soul would be blown back and forth in a violent storm in the second Circle of Hell.

Envy

One thing that CockyBoys’ Jake Jaxson strives to do is showcase the natural love and bond that two men can share. By interpreting Walt Whitman’s “We Two Boys Together Clinging” (in possibly the best interpretation of anything ever), Jake displayed this normal everyday love that I often wish to experience. I long for the day that I, too, can take a beach side vacation with my lover.

Result: According to Dante, my eyes were to be sewn shut with wire.

Greed

I wanted more. I know that there are three more parts to A Thing of Beauty, but I don’t want to wait. I want it all now: the man love, the beautiful bodies, the imaginative escape.

Result: Being bound (IML-style) and laying face down on the ground in the fourth Circle of Hell.

After calming down and meditating some more on Part I, I realized that these “sins” I had committed had actually left me with a smile on my face. Why would I be going to hell again?

When I thought about it, there was another feeling that co-existed with my envy, and that was appreciation. Jake and R.J. Sebastian have showed us an intimate piece of themselves. I admire that love and just like them, I want everybody to experience it.

I’ll curb my greed for now because I know when the next part comes out, I’ll be blown away once more and sit at my desk wondering if I would ever watch something so beautiful ever again. This morsel of a much larger meal is enough for me for now quite frankly.

As for the lust, well, I hear the second circle of hell ain’t so bad this time of year.

Do yourselves a favor, head over to CockyBoys and watch A Thing of Beauty. Your hearts and minds (and souls as well) will thank you.

Hugo Harley is a gay porn addict who’s fortunate enough to work in the gay adult industry. He’s a flit and plans to name his firstborn Bacardi. He likes to tweet naked pics of guys: @HugoHarley

Director’s Note:

Jake Jaxson and R.J. Sebastian here. We have been very open about what A Thing of Beauty means to us — it is the first of what we hope to be many collaborations with each other. In this series of short films, or what we call “erotic poems,” we are deliberately connecting ourselves, our struggles, our love, and our sexual “beings” to our work.

In this film, we start with “the daily grind.” It has caused more fights, upset, and stress in our 15-year relationship together than anything else. When allowed, the monotony of the everyday has become a slow poison and the stress and the daily grind is sand and water — it erodes the land and turns mountains into hills.

However, as in nature, water also gives us life and sand becomes glass, both helping us to see and live better lives. Stress and upset will always exist, but we can just as easily be in a place of peace, abundance, love, and connection.

This became real to us when we were stuck in horrific traffic one morning and were beyond aggravated — first at the traffic, then at each other. As we were taking a back street to our office, we drove along side the gnarly, hellish Long Island Expressway, and in all that rusty, twisted metal, it appeared to be smiling back at us — even laughing at us! Now, whenever we go to work — especially on bad days — we always make sure to drive past the “laughing” bridge. And every time, we smile back.

“We Two Boys Together Clinging”
Walt Whitman

We two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,
Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,
Arm’d and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving.
No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening,
Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,
Fulfilling our foray.

Part I of “A Thing of Beauty” introduces us to Colby Keller and Dale Cooper — two men who share a unique chemistry with each other both on and off camera. Hand in hand, they explore a tropical oasis, joking around on the beach, swimming, laughing, while the Walt Whitman poem, “We Two Boys Together Clinging,” perfectly illustrates their friendship and bond over 100 years after it was written. This is paradise, firmly contrasted with the grunge and grime of the loud, dark, and dirty city — the daily grind.

But it’s the passion we see between Dale and Colby — the unique chemistry the two share as both performers and as men — that elevates this film to a new territory transcending porn. It’s the way they look into each other’s eyes, the kisses they share on their cliff-side balcony overlooking the ocean, the way Dale takes Colby’s cock in his mouth and the way Colby grips Dale’s shoulders as he steadily fucks him that makes us see the true beauty of sex.

There’s a certain magnetism to this scene that draws you in to Colby and Dale’s paradise. It’s the kind of poetry that will resonate with you physically as much as emotionally. By the end of it, you will see these two men not as porn stars but as living, breathing humans just like the rest of us. And by witnessing such intimate lovemaking, you’ll learn how important it is to also love yourself.

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Photo via John Paul Bichard

Sometimes your first hardcore sex scene is shot in a hotel, or maybe against a simple white back drop in someone’s studio, and sometimes you find yourself in the remote country side of northern UK fucking with two experienced, well hung English lads. I’ll let you take a wild guess as to what my experience was. And this wasn’t just any “open-air” act of fellatio or doggy style behind a pine tree maneuver, either. No, my friends, this was a decadent — albeit semi-dangerous — “Harder sandwich” served up between the likes of UK-based sex studs, JP Dubois and Sam Barclay, deep inside a deserted, crumbling cotton mill in the remote Manchester countryside.

But first a little back story: I’ve been traveling through the UK and Europe now for the past six weeks on what I’m informally referring to as my “Euro-Harder” tour, making the rounds through the European Union’s clubs and theaters, performing my Boylesque routines as well as documenting my travels both on and off stage via a slick, HD mini-cam. When this trip is over, I’ll have toured through six countries — England, Germany, Sweden, Brussels, The Netherlands, and France — and eight cities, performing over thirty shows and filming one epically fore-skinned sex scene.

Photo via Magnus Beuys

The actual trip to Manchester itself had been a complete whirlwind of international travel, hedonistic drag queens, and endless tiny cups of overpriced espresso. Site note: one of the first things I’m going to do upon arrival in Manhattan is head to the nearest Starbucks and get a giant coffee the size of my face. I may even just hook one of those special “coffee boxes” via I.V drip into my arm and feel the hot, Americanized strains of caffeine reinvigorate my body. Yes, there are Starbucks overseas, and yes, I know that many of you probably detest the brand and its coffee, but until you’ve spent endless mornings searching everywhere from the high streets of London to the back alley ways of Brussels for a decent cup of American joe — as in drip coffee — you can go fuck yourself.

Friday night found me in Notting Hill, Boylesquing for the upper crusts. Saturday morning I traveled via Eurostar to Brussels, sandwiching my strip shows in between Germanic, drag re-envisionings of “9-5” and a completely nude, demonic Mickey Mouse with blood red shellac painted over her teeth; wrapping that show at 4 AM, I picked up some schwarma and chips — kebab shops dominate all of Europe — and enjoyed a dawn-lit tour of old-town Belgium courtesy of a beautiful French-Armenian boy; 7 AM found me showering and packing my beer soaked G-strings back into my travel case for the 8 AM Eurostar back to London where I caught a few hours sleep, a quick workout, and then a northbound train to Manchester where I was promptly greeted by the boyishly good-looking JP Dubois and his equally handsome, dark-eyed boyfriend and business partner, Sam Barclay.

Photo via Magnus Beuys

The next day (I’m talking Monday now), JP, Sam, and myself woke up for an early gym session, the highlight of which had nothing to do with the gym, but the “show” the couple put on for me in one corner of the showers. I had sneaked my mini-cam into the locker room and was now intently focused on capturing the water dripping off JP’s massive foreskin and the care with which Sam was soaping up his perfectly pink hole for me. I could already tell that Sam and JP were pros, and not just because I knew they had successfully and very recently launched their own adult site and brand, UK Hot Jocks.

Whether you’re being shot for porn or soap operas, being on film definitely requires a certain kind of charisma and it was literally dripping off of JP and Sam in the showers. I hoped I had the confidence and libido to match as I toweled off and padded my way back to the lockers…

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Ty Roderick and Max Carter

The first 90 seconds of this scene set the tone; Ty is in charge. Max’s eyes, reflected in the mirror, tell a story of anxious anticipation as he watches Ty tease his cock beneath his sweats. With two little words, Max is across the room, putting himself in Ty’s very capable hands, hands that know just what to do with the blond man within their reach. Ty explores Max’s torso, delving a finger into a perfect little belly button and tweaking a hard nipple. Positioning Max just where he wants him, Ty quests a finger into the small crack of Max’s pert little ass and with a simple command, Max falls to his knees and takes Ty’s semi-hard cock into his mouth. I’ve seen Max suck cock, but not quite like this. There is something different this time.

We are in Ty’s world, so when he commands Max to jack-off for his viewing pleasure, there is no denying the man. Then, when Ty decides it’s time to give Max a little attention, Max’s body responds with an involuntary shiver you can feel through the screen. You can also imagine the way it feels when Ty’s cock fucks deep into Max’s throat or how Max’s tongue feels as it dances on Ty’s sack.

Ty Roderick and Max Carter

We don’t hear a sound from Max until Ty slides his cock slow and deep into him. With his knees pressed to his chest and legs trapped in his worn denim, Max lets loose a series of sweet moans that increase in volume and intensity as Ty sets up a punishing pace. We finally get to see Max’s long sleek body when Ty decides it’s time for a ride. A cocky little grin slips onto Max’s face as he watches himself ride Ty’s thick prick but it doesn’t last long. Ty decides he’s had enough of that position and expertly transfers Max to his back and then effortlessly fucks him standing up. I could die a happy woman right now but Ty keeps going. He returns Max to the bed just in time to fuck him all the way through his orgasm. With a feral twist to his lips, Ty’s cock explodes adding his seed to Max’s belly.

The scene was raw and erotic. Max Carter and Ty Roderick embrace their inner CockyBoy in this powerful scene leaving fans panting for more. Welcome to CockyBoys, Max, and thank you for thoroughly breaking him in for us Ty! To watch the full scene, head on over to CockyBoys and sign up.

Jin Reads is a mathematician, a mom, and a nighttime gay porn enthusiast. She loves technical jargon and erotic gay fiction. You can follow her on twitter here: @JinReads

The official trailer for Part I can be seen below. And be sure to join CockyBoys today so you don’t miss out on the official release in the next few days!

It appears those dolls have actually been around since 2010, so what else has Colby been up to besides making self-directed eroti-docs with Beauty co-star Dale Cooper? I checked out his personal website, the Big Shoe Diaries, to find out. It looks like he’s just being the small-town lumberjack kind of guy that he is…

…challenging your theories that rednecks can’t be hot, buying camouflage at thrift stores…

…flexing his muscles at the YMCA…

…hanging out in the Arkansas river valley…

…and reading up on log cabin Democrats…

To watch the trailer for Colby’s new movie premiering this week at CockyBoys, A Thing of Beauty, click here.