In honor of this Irish-themed day, here we have a collection of red-heads to get your ginger groove going. Gingers have long been a favorite feature here, with the likes of Prince Harry, Sean Patrick Davey, Greg Rutherford, and Ricky Schroeder.
In a new photo exhibition by Thomas Knights, ‘Red Hot,’ the ginger takes pride of place as an object of affection and desire. These photos more than prove that. Happy Ginger Ogling!
If you’ve been coming here for any length of time, you’ve have noticed that there is never any full-frontal male nudity on this site. Mainly because I don’t want this to turn into a porny free-for-all, and full-frontal shots can be found any other number of places. As compensation, however, I have offered ample ass shots – my own and others. For some reason rear nudity is not as frowned-upon as cock shots. It’s a fine line. Very fine. And we each have to draw it where we feel most comfortable. In my own life, I’m pretty free-for-all. For public consumption, however, I put the penis away.
To that end, we focus on the other end. The tight end. The perky end. The happy end. Notable butts featured here have included the following:
Christian Bale and his bounteous maximus on shower display in ‘American Psycho.’ If it takes turning into a psychotic to get a body like that, I don’t ever want to be sane.
Ryan Phillippe has come a long way from his ‘Studio 54’ days, and I’d say his butt has markedly improved.
Another Ryan – Ryan Reynolds – just edges out Mr. Phillippe in the hot ass department.
A whole slew of bottoms stripping in ‘Magic Mike’ – and this beautiful Battle of the Butts. (I’m still partial to Matt Bomer’s epic ass work in that Oscar-robbed film.)
The magnificent backside of Nick Youngquest in all its glory.
Rhymes with man-candy, male model David Gandy.
Royalty, okay? Prince Harry’s fine ass.
For those of us without family or friends on this day, and for those of us who’d rather be away from family and friends on this day, here is a post to distract and take you away from all of that, Calgon bath-style. The anti-climax of Christmas is quick and ruthless, often arriving on the day itself. I remember coming back after Christmas dinner at Suzie’s house as a kid, feeling disappointment that the build-up and lead-in was done in a few short hours, calmed and quieted only by some new toys and gadgets, and the stretch of vacation days ahead, but still bothered that it was all over already. It’s why I’ve come to appreciate the journey rather than the destination, and why, for me, anticipation usually trumps any happy ending. But this is not the time for heavy ruminations like that, I promised a distraction – and an empty and vapid one at that. (What I do best…)
Before next week’s three-part Year in Review, let’s look back at some of the shamelessly salacious skin posts, the ones that featured all that dirty and gratuitous male nudity, the gleefully naked male celebrities, and the shy but shirtless guys as well. What better day for man candy than Christmas?
This post was a Greatest Collection of sorts, Immaculate in its own naked way.
In this one, a look back at one of the greatest battles of the butts of all time.
The great and the gratuitous are on almost full-frontal display here, even if the backdoor is the preferred mode of entry.
Here is an Erection Collection, not so much in the literal sense as a jumping off point of inspiration.
A more recent post chronicled some favorite nude dudes.
And this one is a bunch of nude male celebrities masquerading as something more (but don’t worry, it’s not).
For a Friday, some man candy. The nude male celebrities always get proper notice, as most naked males do here, so let’s take it easy and let the guys take it off. In the following links, you can have a look-see at some of the men who have disrobed on this site, whether in their movies, or racy photo shoots, or in the assumed privacy of their hotel balconies.
First up is the sometimes-frightening intensity of Christian Bale, in his wickedly wonderful turn as Patrick Bateman in ‘American Psycho’. That’s one high maintenance male, and one equally high butt.
Second is Mr. Ryan Reynolds. Enough said.
Royalty, okay? In the fine ginger form of one Prince Harry.
A couple of Olympic athletes went starkers, and there’s something pretty Greek-God-like about Danell Leyva, Epke Zonderland, Evan Lysacek, and Chris Mears.
Athletes were represented in the altogether, and understandably so, as it’s their job to keep physically fit. The impossibly-perfect physiques of Rob Gronkowski, Gareth Thomas, Stuart Reardon, and Matt Harvey.
Currently winning raves for his performance in the ‘Dallas Buyers Club’, Matthew McConaughey looks way better here.
Male models win their place here mostly by default (as posing nude is part of their job), but that doesn’t mean they don’t work for it. Well, whatever, as long as they keep taking their clothes off, like David Gandy, Benjamin Godfre, Alex Minsky, Nick Beyeler, and Garrett Neff.Â
The amazing Ronnie Kroell actually made Playgirl artistic with shots like these.
I wonder if Jamie Dornan will get this naked in his part in ’50 Shades of Grey’.
And… Chris Evans.
Nick Youngquest has already been featured as a Hunk of the Day, not to mention in a previous naked post (nothing gets more notice than a naked male celebrity, unless it’s a naked male sports star). For this post, I tried to top those prior outings, as Mr. Youngquest is no stranger to getting nude for photographs. A man after my own heart. (No, there’s no full frontal male nudity here, but with a bulge like that in underwear that tight, there’s not much left to the imagination, no matter how active.)
Oh, no, not that way. I meant in the front window, and in the back window. You thought something else. You haven’t been coming here long, have you?
Morning at the Boston condo first peeks in through the front windows. The dappled light filters through the trees, then travels across the kitchen table, over the floors and counters, slowly elongating then pulling back. Join me here. Sit at the table. You brew the coffee, I’ll stir in the cream, and you tell me: one lump or two? I’ll have my tea with honey, and we can watch our two cups steaming in the shafts of sunlight. We can be quiet here, begin the day softly, gently. Ease into it. There is no rush or hurry.
A bowl, empty for now, sits on the table, patiently waiting for citrus or nuts. It is waiting to be filled, to be purposeful, to pursue its destiny. Here, in the light of morning, watching the world awaken, we sip from our cups. We don’t yet realize the fortune of the moment.
What else is the internet for but to find naked men in gratuitous poses like this? Wikipedia my ass. Their asses, too.
Can it possibly get any fucking hotter? Don’t answer that. (But do tell me if underwear alone is entirely inappropriate attire for a wedding. Wait, calm down, it’s a garden wedding. Still no? Well it may just have to be.) In the meantime, for your surreptitious pleasure, a series of pool pics – all day, and all night.
Okay, this isn’t exactly an official Hunk of the Day post, and this particular gentleman has already been granted that honor. Yet when Jake Shears deigns to get almost naked, who am I to not put it up? Yes, he’s been more naked here before, but these are a few new shots. And really, who’s going to complain? I’m not sure about the hair – I tend to like my drapes to match the carpet – but to each their own.
These photos were taken ten years apart. When I posted the latest one, I thought it looked oddly familiar – and not just because I’ve seen my nakedness all over the place, but more for the pose and the background, and I realized I just put the older one up a few days ago. So yes, this is me ten years ago, and me today. Maybe the hairline is now set back a bit, maybe there are a few more wrinkles, and maybe I had the precognizance to realize that out of all my body parts (hello tummy) my ass would best withstand the test of time – but I think I’ve weathered things rather well. Ten years is a long time. Will I be taking this shot again when I’m 47? You bet my ass. Gay guys need to learn to grow older without fear.
When the temperatures are what they are, the question becomes, ‘What is the point of a bathing suit?’ At least, that’s the question when company is not around, and for today there will be no company. Nobody’s invited, nobody’s welcome, and nobody will see my naked ass in person. For those who have come here expecting it, looking for some gratuitous male nudity to beat the… ahem, heat- here you go. I can be very obliging when overcome by heatstroke. Stay cool.
