Do you remember the uproar when some Freudian found an erect penis drawn into King Triton’s castle on the cover of The Little Mermaid? We imagine the works of David Kawena would give them a full on aneurism.
He renders Disney’s princes into hot underwear portraits and it’s a full-on multicultural affair with men of color such as American folk hero John Henry, Captain Li Shang from Mulan, and Powhatan warrior Kocoum from Pokeahotass, er, we mean, Pocahontas. Is it wrong that we wanna see a full-length animated porn with these men giving each other the royal treatment.
Even if you think Disney’s non-Pixar films since 1995 have sucked butt (and not in a good way) Kawena’s art may make you take a second look. In an interview with Disneylicious Kawena explained, “When I started the first drawing in this collection, (the one of Hercules) I was just plying around with an old idea of mine, of seeing some Disney characters as ‘real’ but not 3D rendered.
“I always loved pushing the envelope with my art, especially to the point when people can no longer tell it it’s a drawing or a picture. That was a great way of playing with this concept even more, by taking clearly recognizable hand drawn characters and mix them up with realism in a way that has never been seen before!
“At first I thought of drawing Herc dressed up like in the film, but I felt like it still needed more change to it, a newer look and feel, so the black underwear came into the picture! Even before I finished it, I already knew that is going to be a collection! I thought of it like a photo session, where I’m the photographer and the Disney Heroes are my models. I was inspired by works of my favourite phographers like Steven Klein. This collection has, what I like to call, a life of its own. It’s been popping up on tons of websites all over, and people seems to like it a lot, boys and girls alike.”
Lots more princes, more of Kawena’s interview, and a peek into his upcoming works after the jump!
Caught in the Act
By Steve Prince
“No,” I said trying to pull his face away from my groin. “I can’t.”
He began to unzip my pants again. He reached down my underwear and grabbed my cock, which was hard by now.
“Come on bro,” the twink said, “no one’s gonna know.”
Actually I didn’t care about whether other people knew we were fucking. There was another reason I didn’t want to fuck around with this guy. Dammit, I wish I could remember his name. I really should write down the names of guys I sleep with because it seems like I always see them again and I can never remember who the hell they are. As this guy groped my crotch, I suddenly remembered his terrible blow job skills. Ah, Tyler I remember now.
“Look man,” I said pushing him away. I stepped back and began to zip up my jeans.
“What’s your deal?” Tyler said annoyed.
“I’m seeing someone,” I said with a sigh. Yes, I didn’t want to cheat on Peter. I mean, it would be cheating… right?
When we were younger, we used to go into the gay video store and drool over the backs of Falcon Studio’s new releases. All those chiseled, endowed men, their cocks straining sideways against white briefs, their perfectly rounded bottoms just aching for cock. We didn’t even try to hide our erections, hoping there were other men somewhere experiencing the same horny rush.
Their photography’s truly iconic, it elevates the male form from pornography to artistry. You can hardly look at a Falcon picture without detecting the palpable sense of desire, lust, and discovery. Each has a warmth and an immediacy to it that goes beyond the typical cock and butt shots of most studio press.
So imagine our delight when we discovered that they’re releasing Ultimate Falcon a 400-page book chock full of images from 1972 to the present—37 years of photography broken up by decade and era. You’ll have their pre-condom studs, their mustaches hunks, European and American men, and modern stars like Erik Rhodes and Francois Sagat.
Though the book doesn’t come out until October 27th, you can pre-order it and we recommend at least flipping through it once it’s available. The images will certainly bring back memories about your favorite stars, your blossoming desire, and when you were a younger buck standing with an erection in the gay video star.
Aftershock
By Steve Prince
“You promise you won’t say anything?” Troy asked while cutting a stern look in my direction.
“I promise,” I sighed. “Jeez, you act like I’m going to be shitting rainbow glitter as I walk through the door.”
Troy sighed and rubbed his forehead with this hand. “For the last time, I’m pretty sure they know I’m gay, but we’ve never really talked about it. Besides, I only see these people about once every year, so I just don’t feel like going through the whole story.” Troy’s face looked stern again, “and it’s none of their business who I’m rimming. Thank you very much.”
“Fine,” I said, “I’ll go along with it.”
Five minutes later we were in the car on our way to get Omar. I can’t believe I was going through with this. Here I am, going to a party on a Saturday night, with two of my best gay friends and I had to go into the closet? Really? I’m thirty. Troy’s thirty-two. Aren’t we a bit old for this?
I guess I knew what I was getting into. Troy told me all this before inviting me to this house party thrown by some of his old fraternity brothers. “They don’t know I’m gay,” he’d said. “I never told them. I don’t want to weird them out.”
Cum As You Are?
By Steve Prince
I looked outside the car window, watching the oddly orange sun set behind the huge plume of smoke looming far in the distance. Those poor people threatened by that massive fire; my heart went out to them. I shuddered just thinking about it.
I glanced at Peter. Even though he was driving he glanced over at the fire as well. Catching me looking at him, he smiled, and turned on the radio. Hall and Oates blared in response: What I want you’ve got
And it might be hard to handle
Like the flame that burns the candle
The candle feeds the flame
What I’ve got’s full stock
Of thoughts and dreams that scatter
You pull them all together
And how I can’t explain
Well, well you, you make my dreams come true
Well, well, well you, you make my dreams come true
Immediately, I got brought into the pleasant world of Peter and I. Isn’t it funny how you hear a love song differently when you’re with someone? It’s nice. I smiled, feeling like a little kid as Hall and Oates “ooh oohed.”
Peter put his hands between my legs and rubbed my knee tenderly. I wrapped my hand around his arm. He turned the music down.
“Did you ever think this would happen?” Peter asked.
I glanced back at the fire. “Well, we haven’t had rain in so long. Actually when I first moved to LA the city looked just like—”
“No,” Peter chuckled, squeezing my hand. “This. Us?”
Oh. I smiled. Did I?
Did your mother die? Does your best friend hate you? Did you just lose the love of your life? FORGET IT, GIRLFRIEND! WHEEEEEEEEW!!!! Just throw in a flamboyant gay man and all your troubles will disappear. Anyone who’s ever watched sitcoms and reality TV knows that gay men provide all the insight and comic relief you need when the poop hits the fan and Bryan Safi of Current TV’s show InfoMania discusses these “gayngels” in the recurring segment, “That’s Gay.”
We can’t tell you how many fag hags and fruit flies we’ve stopped from throwing themselves a pity party, just by showing up, shoving a drink in their face, and starting to sing show tunes like Judy Garland on coke (that’s redundant). Oh, it’s a dirty job, but we girls loooooove dirt—dish it, ladies!
Hat tip: Towleroad
Is it wrong to fall in love with a drawing? Just looking at the work of talented Toronto-based illustrator and comic book artist, J. Bone, can you blame us? His imaginary men combine a comic book style and porn aesthetic to create super-heroic hunks that are as friendly and warm as they are sexy. Plus, because his models include sexy Canadian fiver, Alexandre Despatie and porn stars RJ Danvers and Francois Sagat (last 3 images), his eye-popping creations become boner-popping as well. Makes us wanna grab our pencils and start drawing in men of our own!
For more sexy and seductive art, check out the QCA Archives!
Commando
By Steve Prince
I threw back the covers. The assault of cool air from the ceiling fan stung against my naked body. Wearily, I pushed myself and sat on the bed. I turned my head and looked at Peter, sleeping calmly. I smiled remembering the night we had together.
I’d forgotten how nice it was to wake up beside someone. Call it cliché or cheesy, but it just feels good to roll over in the morning and kiss someone’s shoulder.
The hardwood floor of Peter’s bedroom creaked as I stood. I glanced around the room. A pile of my clothes lay in the corner.
“Ugh”, I groaned reminding myself I need to do laundry. I walked to the bathroom, my feet thudding on top of the hollow floor.
I flicked on the light as I entered.
“Mmm,” I groaned, my eyes wincing from the bright light. I turned the light off.
I rubbed my face in my hands and glanced in the mirror. In the morning sunlight, I could see that my eyes were puffy, the blackheads on my nose looked terrible, and, as I itched my scalp and felt something crunchy, I realized I probably had cum in my hair. Needless to say it was a late night. A good night, but late just the same. No matter how much fun you have the night before there is something about the brutality of morning that is just…well, brutal.
I sighed, debating on whether to brush my teeth before I went back to bed. That would be polite I thought. But tiredness won out and I decided I would just pee.
I sat on the toilet seat. Yes, I sat. Look sometimes I just don’t like standing up to pee. For one thing, it’s loud. I always feel like a horse peeing in a pond. It just seems crude. The other thing is that I don’t trust my aim this early in the morning. It just seemed like too much energy.
As I sat on the toilet, I reached over and turned on the faucet to help give me a boost. I yawned, smacked my lips, and soon the familiar feeling of urination came upon me.
“Owww!” I said audibly, hopping up from the toilet seat. I stopped in mid-pee. Sharp pinpricks burned at the end of my penis. Like a dog looking for a wound, I glanced down at my dick to see what was going on.
Following the success of his previous book, “X-Posed”, the South African photographer Dyllan Rosser has released a new collection to celebrate the naked male body and the nature of passion and desire. In “RED”, Dyllan devotes his stunning male photography towards exploration of the emotions surrounding the color red—the color of lust, passion, luck, and fury.
“After my debut book last year, I really wanted to focus on a theme,” said Rosser. “X-Posed was all about showcasing my work from over the past few years. So, this time I wanted to come up with a concept that would be visually pleasing. I had not seen a book of nudes based around a color theme, and what better color than red? It is all about sensuality and even danger! I had already started using the color in my work during the previous years, so once I had the book concept in my head I started to expand on what I had already done.”
Rosser used a variety of male models from an array of diverse backgrounds and body types, while also including shots of the phallus in various states of arousal. He even used adult film stars Marco Blaze, Turk Mason and Andy O’Neill. Many of the other bueatiful models in the book agreed to go nude exclusively for his project. Though they appear naked, he draped many of them in red fabric to add a sensuous texture to their already glorious physiques.
There’s a saying that goes, “Women are half the reason I became gay, men are the other half.” We’re sure the two friends in this short film by German photographer Rodney Sewell, would agree. Handsome actors Alexander Kaffl and Amir Arul play Friend #1 and #2, respectively; two guys who have had it up to here with the same girl. Little does she know, she may have driven her blonde twink of a boyfriend into the arms on another! Not much of a plot, really… just an excuse to watch two handsome guys make out. And lucky for us, their kissing goes way longer that just “41 Seconds.” It’s more like “46” or “49 Seconds.” Makes us wish that pornos would show a lot more making out; if they showed at least 41 seconds of hardcore face-suckage, we’d watch for at least 15 more minutes (or as long it takes us to cum, whichever’s first).
More fun at the QCA Archives.
Blow by Blow
By Steve Prince
I kissed his neck. In return, Peter sighed and the heat of his breath caressed the back of my shoulder.
His hands lay by his side on the bed. As my tongue licked his collarbone, I pulled his arms so that his hands met above his head, exposing the fleshy underside of his biceps.
The smell of him wafted towards me and I kissed his bicep, following down into his armpit, and began working my way down his side. Against my thigh, I felt his exposed cock begin to swell—now we’re getting somewhere.
I love sucking cock. Maybe it’s the performer in me, but every time I do it, it’s like I’m trying to do it better than before.
it also helped that Peter craved a good blowjob.
As I kept kissing down his side, I could feel his cock becoming harder and harder. Nope, not yet, I thought as I inched my mouth back towards his nipple—foreplay’s one of the best parts.
I had forgotten that when you’ve been sleeping with someone for a while, you become accustomed to their body and the sensations they like and don’t like. I was beginning to know Peter’s body like the back of my ass. With this in mind, my wet lips began sucking on his nipple. I anticipated his reaction, but not the intensity of it.
Instantly his left hand clutched the back of my head. A hiss came from his mouth as his lungs drew in a short breathe of air—he bit his lip.
“Ohh,” he sighed. His cock began to bounce against my stomach.
Black Bronx boys on bikes. Russian men stripping down after a party near the Port Authority Bus Terminal. Tattooed indie rockers hanging in the Bowery on a fall evening. The nonstop photo spreads in Contributing Editor show NYC fashion photography like you’ve never seen it. The everyday compositions look professional, yet spontaneous… serious yet trashy. It’s almost as if someone shot the photos at just the right second to capture a telling intersection of male sexuality and urban life. And while there’s no cock to be had, the sensuality and energy of the pics will keep you turned on just the same.
Contributing Editor continues an arty trend with QC’s recent selections for Sites We Like. Check out our last post on Try State for several other arty photo blogs that may stroke you the right way.
As fetishes go, tickling is pretty harmless. But what is it about? Tickling is about finding someone’s weak spots and exploiting them in a playfully torturous way. The name of this website plays on both a reference to a part of a foot (a notoriously ticklish part) and an implied physical vulnerability. A ticklish male is especially exciting because we’re told that a man by his very nature is supposed to be tough and strong. The idea that even the strongest guy can be reduced to helpless giggles with the lightest of touches is what the fetish is all about.
Dinner for Two
By Steve Prince
“Lunch for one?” the waiter asked.
“Actually, no,” I said. I paused and grinned, “Two.”
He looked at me a bit oddly then he sashayed away like a contestant from RuPaul’s Drag Race. Admittedly I was bit too excited, but it had been a looooooong time since I could say that I was having lunch for two. And today I was, with Peter. Peter should be here any minute, I thought to myself. As I sat there waiting for him, I couldn’t help but notice the oddity of the moment. Normally, I wouldn’t be nervous waiting for one of my best friends, yet now I was waiting for my best friend… that I was dating. My knee bounced with excitement.
Even though, we had been fucking for almost four weeks, this was really our first date. Yeah, it seemed a bit slow for me, but I was giving Peter time. I had to keep reminding myself that I’d been out of the closet for over ten years now, and Peter had not even been out a month. I didn’t want to rush him.
The glass door of the restaurant opened, tingling the bell and allowing sunlight to stream onto the dark concrete floor.
It was Peter.
In what’s probably the strangest viral marketing campaign of all time, Taiwanese computer company MSI, advertises its 13-inch X-Series laptop’s slim, lightweight design by tossing one into a guy’s butt—yes, it’s so sleek and light that you can have a pal toss one right into your ass.
Twink-jocks in singlets? A blondie hoisting his butt in the air? Uh… are they trying to market to gay porn lovers? The video’s obviously fake, but then again so is the other slim, lightweight 13-incher we normally slide in between our buttcheeks.
Check out more “art” and comedy quickies at the QCA archives.
Here Comes The Rain Again
By Steve Prince
My phone vibrated in my pants. I pulled it from my pocket to see I had a text from Cody. We’re upstairs.
The bouncer stopped me.
“ID please,” he commanded in a soft baritone.
“Well thanks,” I said to him enthusiastically. I know it’s silly, but I totally coo whenever a bouncer checks my age. To think that at thirty I still look twenty-one—okay, it’s completely ridiculous to even think any bouncer would be that blind. Still, at least I feel my eye cream isn’t going to complete waste.
I gave the man my driver’s license and without any expression he glanced at the date and robotically handed my license back to me.
As I walked in the courtyard of Fiesta Cantina, I heard him command ID from the guy behind me—humph. Surely he didn’t ask everyone for their ID… right?
Fiesta’s crowded tonight. I like this bar. It has a friendly, casual feel, and offers a respite from the overly pretentious, expensive bars lining Santa Monica Boulevard.
The summer breeze danced through the hanging white lights above my head, causing them to sway. Men of all types filled every corner of the bar. There wasn’t a set crowd at Fiesta—you had younger and older, slim and chubby. I sighed. The smell of stale beer wafting to my nose, oddly comforting me. God, my white trash upbringing.
I turned to walk towards the steps to the upstairs patio, when a voice stopped me—it was cock-eyed Steve. The last time I saw Steve… well, I came in his eye and he kicked me out for laughing. Seeing him tonight, a part of me thought, “You should apologize.” But nah, was too good a story. I decided on something more informal instead.
