Pietro Boselli has already been named a Hunk of the Day, but these new photos merit a separate post entirely. I like the glasses and the apple motif, as if we needed reminding of his profession. I also like the white briefs. What’s simple is true. An apple a day…
Fan favorite Philip Fusco fills out these photos quite finely, and looks even more fit out of uniform. To that end, there are a few of him fittingly in nude form as well. Mr. Fusco has made quite a splash on this site in a short amount of time – and I’m making up for years of not featuring him with a rash of posts that started with this gratuitously grand entry here, and his initial Hunk of the Day honor here.
Thus far no one has complained about the sexy excess. Come back for more. Also, be sure to check out Mr. Fusco’s own website at PhilCity ~ where fitness, health, and lifestyle come together in one explosively sexy arena.
Perhaps he should have been crowned Hunk of the Day (as he hasn’t yet been so honored) but for now this is just an introductory post to Philip Fusco, because sometimes things have to be earned (or at least timed to promote a project of Mr. Fusco’s choosing should he deign to reach out to me.) I think that on a lazy October Saturday, this should be more than ample homage to Fusco, and to his back and front.
Jury’s out on which is his finest asset. Your thoughts? Opinions? Requests? We’re open to all. (And though Victoria Beckham has compared her husband’s appendage to an exhaust pipe, Mr. Fusco may be giving Mr. Beckham a run for his plumbing.)
Long before David Beckham took off his trousers for H&M, before Cristiano Ronaldo disrobed for Armani, before Ben Cohen stood up in his briefs, there was only one underwear giant in the game: Calvin Klein. The male model who happened to be fronting the brand became a celebrity solely through this Calvinization. When you got Kleined, you got it all. (See Marky Mark’s transformation into Mark Wahlberg.) Here’s a look at some of the notable names who have filled out the bulges of Mr. Klein’s briefs.
In the beginning was Marky Mark himself, whose 90’s ads with Kate Moss set the tone for the decade. Raw, minimalist, moody, and brooding, these were a far cry from the original bright blue sky background of Mr. Klein’s early underwear ads. As such, they struck an iconic chord, one which reverberates to this day.
Antonio Sabato, Jr. brought back the smile, and the sexiness, but never quite moved beyond the modeling gig to anything substantial. Still, his body of work endures.
Travis Fimmel and his long haired grungy looks closed out the decade in fine form, even if he wasn’t quite my type. There’s someone for everyone.
Freddie Ljungberg, a Swedish footballer, brought some sport back to the underwear game, a precursor for the David Beckham craze to come.
Jamie Dornan may be doffing any sort of underwear for his racy role in ’50 Shades of Grey’ but a few years ago he kept them on for a stint as Calvin’s bulge boy.
Kellan Lutz filled those boxers briefs a short while ago, but by then Mr. Klein and his underwear line had become one of many. While Calvin Klein remains a potent force in the underwear world, new and fresher upstarts like Andrew Christian have stolen a bit of that thunder. It may take someone like Tom Brady to put Mr. Klein back on the map. But don’t count Klein out yet…
Even though he’s not officially a model yet, Nick Jonas made his first splash as an adult by flaunting his body in a pair of Calvins, harkening back to Mr. Wahlberg’s very first crotch-grab.
Male supermodel David Gandy has been featured here time and time again, and as long as he keeps up the underwear front he’ll be featured here in the future. There’s a comfort and a thrill in that, the perfect encapsulation for the spark of fall just around the corner. Previous postings include his initial crowning as Hunk of the Day, his naked ass (and a peek of more), looking dandy in the sand, this sexy work-out GIF, a gratuitous crotch shot, a relatively classy black-and-white bonus, and a bit of bush and backside in one. A few more appearances like this and he may make it into his own category, a la David Beckham or Tom Daley.
Believe it or not, the most requested guy who has appeared on this site is not David Beckham or Ben Cohen or even Tom Daley, it’s this gentleman right here: Alex Minsky. People continually ask when he will be the Hunk of the Day, but it turns out he’s already been given that honor long ago – not to mention this insanely erotic nude GIF. Of course, if he asks politely (or at all) he can have a second go-round at the title. As for Mr. Minsky, he recently made a cameo appearance (butt naked to boot) at Broadway Bares.
The best male models make looking nerdy look so damn good, and Jose Pena, our Hunk of the Day, is illustrative evidence of this. Mr Pena, a native of New York who sometimes goes by the nickname Jay if you want to seek out other photos, is a six foot-two inch tall glass of water currently storming the international modeling stage.
Mr. Beckford has already been a Hunk of the Day here, but there’s always room for a few extra pics, especially on this patriotic holiday. A little hint of his nether region only serves to add to the festivities. How low can he go?
Male models, given far less credit (and money) than their female super-counterparts, have always been appreciated on this blog. More than lust or desire or frenzied acclaim, they are an inspiration. They help me put down that second danish, or walk by the bowl of M&M’s, or take the one flight of stairs instead of the elevator. Granted, none of that is turning me into a male model anytime soon, but if such inspiration is a starting point, why knock it? And why keep them hidden? Here, then, is a brief collection of those shirtless men who keep some of us on our toes. One of the greatest gifts that another person can give is inspiration; these hunks have proven most generous in that respect.
Let’s begin on a personal note, with a model whom I first met when he was just five years old. Who knew at the time that the thin, rambunctious cousin of my then-girlfriend would grow into such an admirable young man? Meet Calvin.
Someone I haven’t met (but if anyone can manage an introduction, please hook a guy up) is Noah Mills.
Two words: David Gandy. And since you can never get enough, another naked glimpse.
Two more words: Tyson Beckford.
In case you haven’t heard a bazillion times before, I prefer my male models not too closely-shaven. In fact, when it comes to chest hair, less depilatory action is more. As proven in these shirtless and nude shots of Josh Wald, Jared Allman (and he is all man), and Daniel Garofali (who just manages to keep enough on, and I don’t mean clothing).
Before he went all Fifty Shades of Sexy, Jamie Dornan was just another Hunk of the Day.
Cult favorite Benjamin Godfre always seemed a tad too edgy to ever be mainstream model material, and I love him all the more for it.
In addition to flaunting his nakedness in front of the camera, Todd Sanfield also produced a line of his own underwear, that he models better anyone else.
He may have been better-known as Madonna’s sexy boyfriend at one time, but Jesus Luz got some modeling gigs out of it, and with good reason.
Theres nothing better than a male model who can rock a colorful bow tie (and colorful square cut), such as Victor Ross does so winningly.
Calvin Klein has introduced a number of remarkable specimens over the years, a knack that continued with a nude Garrett Neff and an equally-naked David Agbodji.
Asia has unfortunately never been tapped as a great supplier of male models, but gentlemen like Choi Ho Jin should go some way toward correcting that. And Godfrey Gao has made his own sexy efforts as well.
Tom Ford, however, has been tapping male models for years, as richly evidenced by Juan Betancourt.
Brazil has also never been lacking when it comes to male models. See Caio Cesar take it all off.
Nobody pulls off fringed leather chaps like Rob Evans.
Nathan Owens brings us the shirtless and pants-less Days of Our Lives.
Dolce & Gabbana were largely responsible for putting Tyson Ballou on the male model map, and cartographers around the world should be ever grateful.
Finally, a man of fine ink, David Mcintosh, because an apple a day keeps the doctor away.
Rugged, raw, and just rough enough to keep you on your toes, Matthew Camp’s ‘8.5’ fragrance is not for the faint of heart or weak of spirit. It comes on strong – powerfully strong – like the first sting of a strap of black leather against the skin. It stays there a while ~ potent and rich, intoxicating and enthralling ~ daring you to sniff a little deeper. If you’re up for that, it unfolds into something more resonant, notes of cedar striking a natural balance to the opening chords of leather ~ a primal, raw-hide feel of the supple and the sublime. How can something so rough be so smooth?
The package I received of the 1 oz. size came nestled in scraps of black leather, in a box bearing the boldly abstract initial of the artist himself. More than a simple scent, this was an experience – a heightened brush with all the senses ~ something that captivated and provoked the sexiest of thoughts. If daring and desire could be bottled, this may just be it.
It’s rare that an artist’s fragrance embodies who they are so solidly, but Mr. Camp has turned his sexy image into something that can be seen and smelled. It’s as if a little bit of his dangerous charm rubs off on you whenever you wear it, a devilish glint of sexiness coming off the skin like the quickest flick of a whip.
Lingering there, on whatever pulse points you want to accentuate, his fragrance envelops like the slow tightening of a belt, the lacing of a restraint, or the simple pull of a collar. It’s bound to you now, tied up with implacable dark beauty, imbued with an animalistic spirit. It cannot be tamed or contained, and once you open that glorious bottle, all bets are off.
‘8.5’ is available directly from Matthew Camp’s website here.
What else is the internet for but to find naked men in gratuitous poses like this? Wikipedia my ass. Their asses, too.
The title of the post says it all: naked men.
Nothing but nude male models.
Sometimes simple is just better.
It’s getting more and more rare to find a real Renaissance man these days, but if such a creature exists, it comes in the form of Matthew Camp. From go-go-dancer to designer, Mr. Camp has dabbled in a little bit of everything, and all of it quite well. Even so, I had to raise an eyebrow when he announced he had a fragrance coming out. (I wasn’t even a fan of Madonna’s entrance into the perfume market.) However, upon sampling his new scent, I’m happy to report that it’s everything it has billed itself as: sexy, smoldering, masculine, and edgy.
Reminiscent of a harder, more raw version of Tom Ford’s Tuscan Leather (no mean feat in itself), 8.5 is a thick, rich, musky scent that lingers with its sexy sillage, announcing itself not subtly, but with a big, bold, crotch-in-your-face stance perfectly befitting its aggressive nature. It’s not a scent for the squeamish or prurient. Like its creator, 8.5 is impossible to ignore, a ‘concocktion’ that seems to originate not only in the listed ingredients of Black leather and Earthly cedars, but from something more primal ~ a place deep within the nether regions, where the darkest, most wild desires are hidden, waiting for release. It’s an entrancing and impressive entry into the fragrance world, perfectly capturing the grit and glamour of New York City night-life.
Mr. Camp has made a career of surprise, of staying one step ahead of where the world thinks he should be. This latest endeavor is no exception, combining the dark sensuality he naturally exudes, with the playful, sexy side his fans have always embraced. And if you’ve ever wanted to get an up-close-and-personal whiff of Mr. Camp himself, this may be the best way to do it.
As a follow-up to this mega-collection of naked male celebrity photos (The Erection Collection), and a pre-Easter treat in the limbo-like suspense before He rises (oh blasphemy), here is another group of former ‘Hunks of the Day‘, hyper-linked for easy access and studded with a few new photos for your man-candy Easter baskets. I’m not going to group them into any sort of order or label as I did last time, partly because we as humans defy such quick categorization (but mostly because I’m just too damn lazy and it will be enough searching through the archives to find a decent spattering of male celebrities getting their nudity on).
By the way, if you want to search the Archives yourself, scroll down to the bottom of the page, click the drop-down box for the ‘Archives’ section, and select the month and year you wish to peruse. If you go to the bottom of the pages and hit ‘Older posts’ you can keep going back, back, way on way back when…
The very furry Scott Caan…
The artfully inked (and aptly-last-named) Stuart Reardon…
The sporty Nick Youngquest…
The perfectly pubic Noah Mills…
The beautifully bountiful Columbus Short…
The sexy-back singer Justin Timberlake…
The arguably cutest of the three, Nick Jonas…
The ever-Speedo-clad Tom Daley…
The gleefully shirtless Darren Criss…
The oh-so-young-but-still-hairy arm pits of Taylor Lautner…
The specimen of perfection Scott Herman…
The dashing dancer/football player Victor Cruz…
The shirtless guy from all the shows I never watched Chace Crawford…
The falsetto smoothness known as Adam Levine…
& the manliest man Sacha Harding.
The title of this post says it all, and then some, but male model Ngo Okafor somehow says even more. I have never in my life been with a guy built like this, and if I had I probably wouldn’t have had the first clue what to do other than laugh nervously and get the hell out of there. Some things are too good to be true.
