These daring men must possess a few winning characteristics…
What characteristics you ask? Well, money for one: Wyler is offering up made-to-order porno for the right price. After filling the coffers of his city-state, Wyler than goes on to milk the Birth of A Nation metaphor, soliciting anonymous sex from his fans which he will tape and
distribute via his website: a rather democratic move for a king! Any
old schlub can fuck his ass, as long as they’re not actually, uh, old:
Age isn’t a major issue for me, if you look good then you look good.
But looking good and looking old usually can not be applied to the same
It’s quickly apparent that Wyler Nation is on the barebacking side of
the Mason Dixon line and, despite his stringent age requirements, you need not be a citizen in order to seed him. And judging by his first
entry, it might not matter whether he wants to fuck you or not, just so long as you make him cry. In “Rape:
Fantasy or Nightmare?” (originally censored on his MySpace page), we hear the classic story: Boy meets boy, boy smashes bottle on boy’s head, boy pisses all
over boy, boy cleans out boy’s dirty hole with his mouth, boy rips
boy’s anal lining … and so on.
Which is funny because bad erotic fiction makes us want to smash a
bottle over our own heads.
Separated At Girth: Ryan Gosling Edition
Porn Stars In Love: Damien Crosse and Francesco D’Macho
Wyler Nation (Mason Wyler’s Blog)
It's an interview with Phillip Aubrey: porn star, Spencer Reed's boyfriend, burp fetishist.
The COLT superstars joined a protest in Rome against the Catholic Church in order to make the claim that gay people are not pedophiles. There was a chihuaha involved.
I feel sorry for people with fetishes that can never be realized in real life. Take this Flickr user, who has to make do with his giants fetish using Photoshop.
I'm not one for bragging about intellectual accomplishments (it's something I learned from, you know, graduating with honors from Brown University), but Conner Habib is justifiably excited about his blurb in a book written by Carl Sagan's son.