For a moment John had almost forgotten where he was. The grumble in his stomach and knowing Adam was probably already done with his food was enough for him to finish up. Both he and Adam had a full night out and John definitely had worked up quite an appetite. “Alright, we gotta finish this up. I’m pretty hungry.” John said looking at the boy at his knees. Just a glance at this kid’s creamy, young sweat englazed back partnered up nicely with a perky little boy butt pressed firmly against his groin was enough to make John cum. The kid didn’t give any inkling that John had even spoken to him so John just continued on, harder and faster. The seat crashed on the floor, which made for a fair amount of noise. The poor kid slipped knee first into the toilet. Holding onto the bowl with his sweaty palms wasn’t the easiest thing to do. He slipped even further to the ground causing an incessant flushing as he attempted to stay afloat. This, however, did not interrupt their session. With both hands on either side of the stall for leverage, John continued on. The boy panted like a dog on summertime pavement. John’s breaths got just as deep and fast as his cock in this kid’s ass. The stall shook so much by John’s weight the door flew wide open. Again, nothing could interrupt these two, especially at this point. John could hear his heart pounding like timpani in his ears. Exceedingly faster it raced on, John knew it was almost time. Without any hesitation or warning he let the kid have it. John relieved himself while grabbing hold of the boy’s shoulders, pulling him into to his climax. This was John and Adam’s favorite wafflehouse. By 4am it was always empty. Not the usual truckers and club kid lingerers. In fact, the only patron besides them tonight was a homeless lady at the far end of the bar. She was quietly sipping on coffee and rummaging through nearby ashtrays for the remnants of something substantial to suck on. Surrounding her were 5 plump trash bags. They somewhat resembled a fleet of obese children begging for just a little more. John and Adam took the booth at the other end of the restaurant. Both still reeking of the trough didn’t want to draw any attention, not that some bag lady could do them any harm. Sighing as they seated themselves John and Adam looked at each other and smiled. The sort of smile that reveals everything yet nothing at all. They both began laughing in perfect unison by the time the waiter arrived. “What can I do for you guys tonight?” The waiter asked with his eyes immediately fixed on Adam’s crotch. I forgot to mention that Adam was very keen on wearing jeans that were much to small for him. He also had the stature of a lumberjack so you can imagine how this skinny, still-in-the-closet, late night diner working to purchase his very first cell phone-adonis felt when he was faced with a bouquet like Adam’s wrapped up neat in a pair of 501s. “Well,” John said, fiddling with the waiter’s nametag, “Sam, I’m sure there’s plenty but let’s start out with some coffee first. I love your coffee.” John started. Adam chuckled, then continued with their usual order; 2 breakfast sandwich plates, one with a side of grits. “I’ll just have water, lots of it.” Adam finished. With an arched brow he gave John a nod of affirmation as the kid walked away. Sam returned to the table with their drinks. Removing them from the tray he awkwardly placed them on the table. Adam got up and gestured the kid to the restroom. “Is something wrong?” Sam asked timidly. “No. I just need help with something.” Adam responded. With one arm slung over the his shoulder like a mentoring figure, Adam led Sam to the men’s restroom. John sipped on his coffee patiently while Adam took care of business. it was pretty immediate. Little or no dialogue at all. Adam, with his bare ass on the decrepit hand sink and jeans around his ankles breathed heavily with a growl of primitive ambition. The kid’s mouth sloppily slurped up adam’s cock. Adam just sat on that sink like he was at home watching t.v.  only thing missing was a beer in hand. That beer was replaced by the back of this kid’s head. Sweat seeped from every pour but Adam managed to sit pretty still pressed up against the etched up mirror. As inept as this kid seemed he was certainly an expert cocksucker. Perhaps he’d done this before.  perhaps this was the real reason he was working at the wafflehouse around the corner from the trough. I actually wouldn’t be surprised if he made an obsessive habit out of this. It didn’t really matter because this kid knew exactly what he was doing and Adam was in pure bliss. Working Adam’s balls like a pair of chinese meditation orbs he had adam sighing like a schoolgirl. The kid used his other hand fisted up to pound against Adam’s rock hard, salt and pepper dusted stomach. Playing with the tip of Adam’s modest sized uncut cock, pulling the foreskin back with his talented tongue had Adam panting for more. Adam was close and the kid knew it, he looked up at Adam’s squinted eyes that said yes and smirked as much as he could with a mouth full of cock and took all of Adam causing him to rupture. The kid swallowed it all. Deep down, filling his gullet the kid didn’t even get a taste as it never even touched his tongue.  however, Adam’s drained cock slipped out giving the kid a little taste – salty, bitter. Adam, bending over to pull up his jeans rubbed the kid’s head like a daycare soccer coach to say good job kid. “thanks kid.” Adam said buttoning his fly and leaving the restroom. The etch marks from the mirror imprinted on Adam’s back were the last this kid would ever see of Adam.. perhaps. Like a tattered rag doll tossed on the restroom floor Sam sat eagerly awaiting what was next to come. Both his customers looked like they needed something more than just a breakfast sandwich and grits. Adam returned to the table. The food had just arrived, apparently brought out by the cook as the waiter was nowhere to be found. John just looked up at him and smiled. “Your turn, babe.” Adam said, rubbing John’s shoulders with tender peck on the head. He seated himself and started his meal while John headed to the restroom to start his.

(dirty f-R-iction by Gilberton)
Gilberton is a San Francisco native but now living in  Los Angeles, Ca.
Check out his blog online at  thegapinghole.com
for more of his dirty fiction.

I didn’t see an uncut cock until I was in my early thirties. Growing up in a very white, central Canada area, I had only seen uncircumcised dicks in European porn and maybe the odd foreign film. My friends, guys in college I fooled around with, and guys I fucked in my twenties—-all cut. That all changed shortly after moving to Los Angeles. In a city where a large portionof the population is Latino, many of them uncircumcised, it was only a matter of time before I got my first taste of cock from the other side of the tracks. I remember being in the showers at the gym 10 years ago. Across from me was the most beautiful Cuban man I ever saw, shower curtain askew, stroking his enormous uncut cock. He continued to show off for me until we both shot our loads. All I remember is how enormous and erotic his cock was, and how the foreskin slid up and down his shaft as he jacked off. It was such a turn on. But not everybody would have thought so. Like Coke vs Pepsi or Mac vs PC, we all have our preferences… and cock is no different. In the cut vs uncut debate there are no shortage of opinions on what kind of dick we like to suck on , fuck with, or even just look at. For many men, like my friend David, any cock will do. As long as he has a hot face and decent bod… a dick is a dick… I’m an equal-opportunity cocksucker,” he tells me. “Once his cock gets hard it’s all the same to me. Plus when the guy’s legs are behind his head and I’m pounding his ass I really don’t care about his dick. My friend David is a top, so maybe the look and feel of a guy’s dick is not his first priority. But most men are actually pretty picky about their penis proclivities. And when it comes to what kind of dick is on the menu, most gay guys I talked to don’t mince words when it comes to what they like to put in their mouth or up their butt. For those in the pro-cut camp it seems to be all about aesthetics. The head is exposed, it seems more erotic, as opposed to it being covered up. “It just looks hotter and more masculine,” says my friend Michael. “Uncut cocks don’t look sexual or arousing to me. I like to suck on the head like a lollipop and all that extra skin just gets in the way. And when I see a guy that is semi-hard and he is cut, it is such a major turn-on. All I can think about is getting fucked with nice smooth pole. I just find it way more provocative to see a hot naked guy with a big cut dick hanging between his legs.” Anthony, an uncut English boy I met in London, tells me cut dick is just the epitome of what he finds sexy and masculine. “I grew up around other uncut European boys and whenever I meet an American guy I can’t wait to get in his pants. There’s a real thrill in getting to experience sex with a hot American guy with a big cut cock. It’s like a conquest.” So maybe it’s just a matter of being attracted to what you don’t have yourself? Not for everyone. Some guys are as picky with their cock as they are with their shoes. “I personally find uncut cocks a huge turn-off—they always remind me of aardvarks…and personally, I find nothing sexy about aardvarks,” says my friend Don, who is cut. “I don’t mind how they look when they are hard, sure, but if I had to choose, then it’s cut all the way. Cut cock smells good and clean.” And Don is not alone. Several of the men I asked about uncut dick winced at first, and then proceeded to express colorful statements of disapproval. But for every Don there seems to be twice as many men who absolutely love uncircumcised guys. The unfair stereotype about uncut meat is that they are somehow dirty dicks is exactly what turns some men on. In fact, for guys who love uncut dick, it’s less about aesthetics and more about the experience. It seems that sucking a nice big uncut dick is the ultimate experience for many men. “I love the extra flesh and the extra sensitivity, and I crave the scent of the tastey thick juices oozing from the foreskin”, says Matt. “I also love sliding my tongue under the skin and pulling the guy’s foreskin over my dick while we jack off together. My ultimate fantasy is getting gang-banged by a dozen swarthy uncut men… their hot meat all over my body.” “I love that they seem meatier. I love how you can make the skin come over and below the head and that you can stretch the foreskin,” says Kirk. “I prefer uncut… the way it’s like unwrapping a present… although I wouldn’t turn down a cut cock at all. Uncut just seems so raw and natural to me, and that’s super hot. Nothing turns me off more than a hairless pretty white boy with a standard-issue cut dick and a prissy attitude.” And what about the proud owners of this much debated variety of cock? Do uncut guys really get more pleasure from jacking off, fucking, and getting sucked? According to research quoted in the LA Times the answer is no. But the answer seems to be a resounding “yes” for those on the receiving end. Says my friend Darren, “It feels so much better when I get fucked by an uncut cock. It just slides in better and the sensations in my ass are different. It’s hard to explain but it feels so fucking good and it just seems easier and more natural. And jacking off a dick that has foreskin is way more fun.” Some guys appreciate uncut dick so much they try to reverse their own circumcision. They eroticize the process with toys, weights, and other devices. Others go as far as having surgery. “I’m angry that my parents circumcised me without my permission,” says Brian. “I have been doing the stretching technique to get my foreskin back, and my boyfriend loves it. The whole reversal process is erotic as well, so it works out for both of us.” It is also undeniable that the thirst for uncut cock is a huge money-maker in the gay porn industry. Just browse some of the titles online and you’ll know what I mean. Uncut Cock Pool Party. Young and Uncut. Uncut Amateurs. Latin and Uncut. Uncut Bareback. Big Uncut Dicks. The list is endless. The sheer amount of porn with the word “uncut” in the title is testament to its popularity. There are even dildos on the market with realistic foreskin. And even though you can find plenty of gay porn with exclusively cut men, being cut just isn’t exotic, so it rarely gets played up. “I would love if someone did a series called Big Juicy Cut Cocks or something like that. I’d buy them all,” says Jared. The closest thing I could find to what Jared’s appetite was a title from Wurstfilm called, My Israeli Platoon. Judging from the many men I talked to there’s a huge market for guys who fetishize big cut cock. I imagine if a major porn studio released titles like Big Juicy Cut Cocksuckers and Bareback Cut Fuckers they would make a lot of money. In the USA about 80% of all males are circumcised as opposed to about 25% in the rest of the world. But statistics show that uncut is on the rise in North America. Increasingly more new mothers are choosing to leave their baby’s foreskin alone. A hipster trend? Maybe. But perhaps one day in the future the image of a hot stud proudly wielding his big uncut dick will look just as American as the next guy. Uncut meat has been getting lots of celebrity exposure on the internet lately too. David Beckham, Jude Law, Daniel Radcliffe we’ve all seen the pictures of these hot Brits naked. Either way, it’s good news for uncut cock aficionados, and for all of us really. Light, dark, cut, uncut? Variety is the spice of life, right? So the next time you go home with that hot guy at the bar that has an uncut surprise in his pants, consider yourself lucky. I found out by accident how hot an uncut dick can be. Go ahead and try em’ both becuase you might like them equally.

(by James Aucoin)

How did someone, most likely a horny and creative man, one day long ago decide to slip something around his “Johnson” in an unabashed fashion and exploration into the unknown territory of heightened sexual arousal?

Was it necessity, curiosity or just a stab at dick jewelry?  The first written confirmation of the existence of the lovely cock ring appears in historical records from China circa 1200. Rings were made from the eyelids of goats with eyelashes intact. The flexible eyelids were tied around men’s erections and the hardened lashes were said to increase the pleasure of intercourse. Most likely used by royalty whose ability to have multiple brides, concubines and boys on the side demanded longer erections. Wacky by today’s standards but, according to historical records, effective and extra points awarded for good use of uneatable animal parts. Sort of going ‘green’ in it’s own twisted way. Way to get the ball rolling ancient Chinese cock hounds! Early 1600’s-led by the perpetually erotic needs of the Chinese-the modern day cock ring rears its blood engorged head. The ring, artisan crafted and carved into supine shapes of dragons and serpents from ivory, begin to make their way into erotic writings of the time. Brisk European trade has also shown up in the Far East. Much sought after wonders of the orient like pottery, silk, and cock rings from China join the long journey home to Europe and beyond. Between 1791 and 1844 two significant events occur to help promote the popularity of the littlest treasure of the sex tool trade.  First: the rise of the Marque de Sade and his mad need to test sexual limits, publish the findings and unabashedly promote sex for sex’s sake. The other: invention of vulcanized rubber. With the advent of rubber the bearer of the ring no longer endure the hard lump of the bone or wood contrivances of earlier models. As the Industrial Revolution begins so does the whirling wheels of the sex crazed inventors. It’s only a matter of time till some robber baron decides its time to try a ring mold in his size. Next evolutionary improvement in the cock ring realm: 1930 and the developmentof latex rubber. Once this process was perfected the ripple effect reaches into the sex toy industry. The more pliable material brought our beloved cock collaborator into it’s own. With the advent of WWII and the mass enlistment men from small towns were soon rubbing up against their more learned city living countrymen and the prevalence and use of the cock ring zeniths. As the war ends and millions who served were released from duty most large cities where the military mustered out saw Queer communities explode. The cock ring had found its champion at last and the age of the modern Gay man began. By the 1960-70’s we see rings appear in both print and filmed porn. Publicly its proudly worn around the neck as a thin, leather strap of a dick lariat and snapped around the wrist like a cuff for quick and easy access by the sexual revolutionaries of the time who believed that every act of sex-both overt and covert-is a slap in the face of the society that oppresses them. By now the cock ring is made of multiple types of materials and the choice is expansive. As AIDS rears its decimating head at the start of the 1980’s sex became taboo again until the anger and rage of the political situation pushed thousands into the street in groups like ACT UP and Queer Nation. They once again waved the flag of sexual freedom and sported cock rings like badges of honor on their leather jackets. Wearing them openly declared to all who saw them that “Gay Sex is Good Sex!’ Cock rings had at last arrived as Punks, Dykes, Queer Activists, and every day folks began to sport them as sex toys, political fashion and Queer pride. Today’s choice of cock ring is so wide and varied it would take ten articles to cover all of them. The little ring that began its journey into sexual infamy in China more than five centuries ago has now earned a place at the table with sex toy big boys like the dildo. If you’ve never tried one on or thought it was something just outside your comfort zone let me encourage you to be part of our long historically rich sexual journey as Queers and one whose story is still in progress-besides-it feels REALLY good!

(written by Waiyde Palmer)

The new issue of Handbook is now available. This issue features Dane, cover nude guy. Matthew, blue collar stud, plus  special guest nude guy, Michael Brandon in all his glory. Editorially we have included a swingin’ interview with a Seattle Washington couple who is bringing back the 1970’s key party. A feature story GRINDR, the software for your cell that is bringing us a new way of cruising, and much more for your reading enjoyment.  Get your copy right here! Thanks to all of you Handbook men everywhere!

This is Matthew. He is a real mans-man. True blue collar hot-ness. He is a real gentleman so don’t let that tough and sexy exterior fool you. You can get a look at all of him in the new issue available right here at handbookmen.com July 1st.

Do you like a hung panda bear?? Uh, who doesn’t! Look for this issue around October 2010.

The new issue of Handbook is at press as we speak. So exciting. With this issue there is a special guest Nude Guy, Michael Brandon. You know him right? What a sweetheart and as always, the consummate professional. This issue also features Dane (cover) and the super sexy blue collar mans man, Matthew. This new issue will be available by July 1st.

This hot piece of ass is one of our favorite interview subjects. He is an artist, New York “it” boy and all around good guy. His interview was featured in the Issue 04/Volume 03 masked issue #2.   Here’s how it went down. (photo of Scooter courtesy of Christopher Stribley)

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Your name sounds like a 1960’s aristocrat who became a war hero. I love it. Is it a well thought out alias or your birth name?
wow that sounds really glamorous.. but I got my name working at a 7-11 years and years ago, in San Pedro California (like the madonna song) I gave myself that name while working at 7-11 cause there was this guy while I was in college that was soooo hot. His name was scooter and I either wanted him or wanted to be him! I cant remember it was sooo long ago!  All I remember is that he worked in a nearby yogurt shop and he was super sexy. I also probably used to scoot when I was a baby, much in the same way a dog does when he has worms.

Were you born into an artistic and creative family or did all your talent develop on it’s own?
My mother is a folk singer and my father painted landscapes and dried gords.  Gords are dried squash, oh and he also designed and built an adobe house in the desert in arizona.

Why the move from San Francisco to New York?
I dont know really, I just remember waking up one day in SF and thinking …. I am moving to NYC, and the next month I came here…  I did a lot of cocaine and drinking in sf so I think I needed a break and I wanted to become a recluse where no one knew me.  Now I am just a weird man here in the city trying to find his way like everyone else here… its is like we live in one big house here it is so cramped and all manhattanites are roommates, it is kind of fun really.

I fell in love with your painting  of the guy sitting on the ground performing auto fellatio under a barbwire fence  titled “Autohulk”. Is this a self portrait or was it inspired by a boyfriend or perhaps a  hot trick?
that is a boyfriend I met the month I moved here back in 2001… I love him to death, he is the sweetest kindest gentle man, and talented

I would describe your painting style as childlike finger painting for twisted adults with a big dose of what the fuck. How would you describe  it?
I would describe it as 20 fucking years of experience of painting… painting is like a relationship, it is slow, you have go be gentle and sometimes you have to be rough, you have to know when to hold her and know when to fold her, know when to walk away and know when to run.

You also create humorously crude and  edgy art for a line of tshirts worn by some pretty recognizable faces. Such as Iggy Pop, Sandra Bernhard and Perez Hilton. Were the tshirt designs something you came up with or were you approached by someone to a series of illustrations for them?
I came up with all the designs my self…except for “i take lithium” my best friend R.B. who is on Lithium designed that one… I have to give him credit for that one.

Where do you find inspiration for your work? People, places, food maybe?
Sparkles in the sidewalk, donkeys, trash, back alleys, kittens, the 1940s 1950s, and 1970s.  I have really been loving monsters lately they are sexy and ugly.

Does pornography inspire you in any way?
Yes and I just to beat off some porn last night, and onetime I beat off to this porn where this really ugly monster that was all slimy fucked this hot girl. I cant get that scene out of my head.
What sort of things turn you on visually? I love animals, and I love skinny guys and chubby  guys and skinny girls and chubby girl.  I love really expensive thing that look cheap and really cheap things that look expensive.  and donkeys too.

Your tshirt line is being sold at Patricia Field in New York and at your site. Are there any other locations one could purchase them?
i sell them at this truly amazing store in the lower east side called LIVE FAST.  Cece is the owner and she is crazy as fuck, and I love her to death, there is nothing in the world I would not do for her.  She represents a select group of artist to show in her boutique.  look her up when you come to nyc.. you will fall in love with her.  also on my website as well… go to
live fast , 57 clinton street New York
12122288863

I’ve discovered that you have a pretty large following. Would you consider yourself somewhat of a celebrity or does that sort of thing not interest you?
I dont consider my self a celebrity at all.  I spend soooo much time alone and I dont really go out to clubs any more.  I do spend lots of time contacting people and chatting with people online and meeting other artists and people who love and appreciate art.  I am a middle child so I have the Jan Brady complex and I NEED a lot of attention… I just want to be loved is all… I was ignored as a kid and I was a total weirdo as a kid to.  I was shunned for being weird my family and friends.  So now as an adult I can do whatever the fuck I want and on one can stop me, cause I pay my own bills.

What is your creative process? How long does it take you to begin and complete one of you paintings? Months? Years?
It takes me usually a month to do a nice sized painting… I start out with a tiny idea in my tiny little brain and then I start to to tiny little sketches and then do tons of research and take tons of pics usually of my friends or friends animals to get the right positions of how I want to paint the person or animals in my paintings… I occasionally go to night clubs with my camera and hit the streets with my camera and ask alot of strangers if I may take their pics.. and then they become the subject matter in the painting. Some paintings have taken just over a year to complete… and I use a special blue hue I use several of my paintings,  a special color that took me seven and a half years to perfect, I am still working on it, it is a mixture of yellows and greens and some other secret ingredients that I  can not share at this time.

Your t-shirts were also seen (for those who like some day time drama) on the long running, but no longer on the air soap opera The Guiding Light. How did that come about?
Yeah, the character Daisy, wore my tees consistently for the past three years, I think this is pretty fucking cool!!!!  My childhood friend Shawn Reeves was the costume director.  We went to junior high and high school together in a tiny itty bitty town … Las Curces, New Mexico.  We were in the drama club together as well.

Would you say you spend more time masturbating or painting?
Painting… I paint for several hours daily, and I pull on my pud in the morning.  I used to pull my pud for 48 hours straight and get on the phone sex lines and watch the most tired pornos over and over and over and over again when I was snorting speed… but those day are LONG GONE for me.

Have you ever used paint as lube? Details please if the answer is yes!
Well this is really embarrassing and you cant tell anyone.  When I was living in San Francisco, I was hard up for money and I went to this guys house, who put an ad in the paper for “models/actors”.  I went over there and he was filming these soft core porns that actually sold at book stores like borders books and barnes and noble.  Anyway, we came up with this idea that I would lather paint all over my body.  The paint consisted of baby oil and food coloring and soap.    I lathered up and he started filming.  I was playing with my self and doing soft core porn things, like tugging on my dick and caressing my ass.  The color turned from a blue to a shit brown, and it started reminding me of shit and dookey.  He really loved it and thought it was hot!!!!!!!  The thing that is really embarrassing about this is I was only paid $50 and the color stained my dick, ass and body for two weeks so I had to go for two week without sex which is like 10 years in the gay world.

What is one thing you miss about San Francisco and what is one thing you love about New York?
I fucking miss my city of San Francisco, I used to rule and own that city, I LOVE all my friends there, helium heels, auntie juanita, tammers, pippi, hekles, raven, danny, secret baby, I had the same hot sexy fuck buddies for 10 years!  and I miss them too:) ……. and the list goes on and on and on… I miss the magic and freakiness of SF there in NO other place like it.  What I love about NYC is all the visual stimulation, there is always something to see and do ANYTIME 24/7.  SF closes down early, unless you are tweaking on glass.  I did tons of drugs in SF and it was starting to set me back as well as put me in the hospital.

With so many galleries and a more international market in New York, has your move there helped you grow more artistically?
OH HELL YEAH!  If one looks at the work I was doing in SF and the work I am doing here in NYC,  one would see a huge difference, I found out more about myself here in NYC, and do hundreds of hours of painting, I am so glad I am here now it changed my life.

After we are all dead and gone, how would you like future generations to remember you and your work?
I would like future generations to think this grown man was a freak and never forgot his inner child.  His shit was erotic with a playful twist, and he like to dress up like a monster and have dirty sex.

As a HUGE thanks to all of you avid readers, Handbook is now $8 bucks a book! (includes shipping and handling.)  Since we have lowered the price of each issue we are also lowering our subscription rates. If you are already a Handbook  subscriber who paid the original rate, this means that you will receive two extra issues after your subscription expires to make up the difference.  Our hats (and pants) are off to all of you! SPREAD THE HANDBOOK WORD!

As May comes to a close and the July issue is in the works I would like to thank all of you Handbook fans out there for all the support and kind words. The oh so sexy next issue will be available mid July and it’s packed full of hot nude guys and titillating text. So hang in there and stay tuned for more updates!