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Let's get straight to the nitty gritty. What's it like to be a porn star at the age of just 21?

It's great, although I actually never planned to become a porn star. I'm happy to know that so many guys out there like to watch me and what I do, but after having finished my very first shoot I was far away from thinking that I could be called a porn star some months later! I was kind of surprised, positively of course.

How did you decide to get into porn and how did you feel when you first began?

I always liked to watch porn and when I did that together with a friend of mine he told me about Staxus and their work. He encouraged me to contact them, so I took some pics of me and my dick and to my surprise they invited me for a shoot. Without my friend supporting me I don't think I would have had the courage to apply. I know that I have a big cock, but nevertheless I am also insecure sometimes about myself. But I guess that's normal for every man out there. When I arrived at the set for the very first time, Staxus really took care of me and made me feel good every moment.

I'd Google him but I'm too busy looking at him. Besides, I'm sure it's a porn de plume. His real name is Reginald Firecracker Dupont Maleficent Banana Hammock, Jr.

And he's "MAN-IFIQUE" which is really all that matters.

He has the casual confidence of someone who has been in a major motion picture. As "Man on Bar Stool" and later that same year as "Man in Line at Grocery Store" to be followed by "Man in Crows as Flying Alien Lizard Descends on Florence."  Not Florence, Italy. Some lady named Florence.

You're going to want to get special glasses to safely view naked men in public. Otherwise you'll burn out your sexual retinas. Luckily these special glasses are widely available.

And they're called eyelids and neck muscles. Basically just close your eyes and turn away as needed so as not to fill your pants with ejaculate. Unless you're into that. Then stare away.

I recently discovered that I'm turned on by bondage and spanking. How did I discover that? I picked up a traveling executive and let him tie me up and spank me in his hotel room. I  realized afterwards that I foolishly put a lot of trust in a complete stranger and it could have  gone terribly wrong. But still, I have this burning desire to explore this side of myself. Where do I find like-minded people? How can I do it safely?

-Eager for More

Now maybe the guys pretending to be couples were actually single. And the singles were couples. But what matters is sometimes two bodies intertwined is sometimes the best.

Any star of stage and screen knows you have to know your angles. So these guys, when in couple action, sure need to know theirs, whether that was in a still, or some sort of live sex show on a stage. Because I wasn't talking about Broadway.

If you happen to spot a naked guy in public or semi-public, do not by shy about gawking. That's what gawking was invented for. Depending what time of day or night it is and where you are, sometimes the meaning of gawking includes masturbating.

As in "I was uncontrollably gawking at the team of naked guys." See how masturbation is built into that? Obviously.

I'm single but date quite regularly. My problem is that my friends don't have a hands-off policy and constantly come on to my dates. And I'm not talking about secretly slipping a phone number into his hand. WTF? Do I need new friends?

-Third Wheel

Banana hammocks go way back. Cleopatra required her suitors wear them. Though they were made from actual bananas at the time. Nowadays there are so many modern choices for junk huggers.

But I still dig the basic elements of the penis equation. Fabric plus bulge equals happiness. Some things never change.

Also, exposed underwear and/or penis hanging out of underwear remains a great asset in a job interview. Though it generally only works if the hiring manager is an unrepentant, unethical pervert.

I've been too distracted by the potential awfulness of men who wear deep cut tank tops to really focus on the benefits. My experience is limited to jerks at the gym. Profoundly jerky jerks. Or probably they are if I talked to them.

But I am certain there are non-horrible people who wear these. And the main thing that's not horrible about them is their calm, focused intent to display pecs and nips and a sneak peak of abs. All of this in a casual way, like accidentally leaving one's fly unzipped. Except on purpose.

That's the thought bubble over most of these guys' heads. Because they don't need to scream it when it's true. Though I bet the group of naked guys cheering the bike race while naked are screaming it.

So what's a group of naked guys called? If a group of crows is a murder and a group of lions is a pride and a group of dolphins is a pod, then a group of naked guys is definitely called a party.

Naked tug of war sure makes the nakedness totally innocent. If it weren't for the thousands of people masturbating to the pictures of naked tug of war. Yes thousands I'm sure even back then. 

The anatomical study of the gridded photos is also totally innocent. But the jockstrap just makes it more obscene. Thanks jockstrap manufacturer from about 50 years ago! You're awesome! And probably dead by now! Why am I shouting?! Oh yeah, because the person is dead and I want them to hear me.

I'm attracted to guys who are on the feminine side, for the lack of a better word, although I really don't like labeling people. However, most of my friends are macho sports jocks (there's that label again) and they give me a hard time about the guys I date. They tease me and make disparaging comments. Is it time to find new friends?

-Frisky for Femmes

Thank goodness folks who took pictures of naked guys for publication had standards! Just so long as those don't oppress every day folks. But I'm more than happy for the photographer to have been, "Yep, I'm hiring you because you have a great body and cock." 

Or "Yep, I'm hiring you because you have a great cock." Or "Yep, let me suck your cock and I'll hire you."

Well that last one is a bit shady.

Being naked is fun. And if you're like me, it's especially fun to be a naked bottom. By which I mean being on the receiving end of seeing naked guys, their naked, exposed bodies penetrating my mind. 

That's probably not the naked bottom thing you were thinking. Though I suppose they could coexist. Just probably not handcuffed to a tree in public.

Because what did the tree ever do to deserve that? It's not like trees subscribe to the Naked Bondage Bottom of the Month Club and each month a different bottom is bound to the tree. Because what tree could afford that?

Baseball gets more attention but tennis guys are in shorts and short sleeves and don't generally wear big plastic jock cups that confuse people into thinking they have giant bulges. If a tennis player has a big bulge, or a healthy bouncing one, it's real.

If he takes his shirt off, it's real. If his thigh and calf muscles flex and give leg lovers a lift, it's real. And if, because it's a psychological sport, the camera often zooms in on the guy's sweaty, intense, emotional face, it's real.