Category Archives: Male Nudity

Artfully & Nakedly Rendered

Perennial nude favorite Pietro Boselli drops his pants in this brief but effective post highlighting some of his most prominent assets. See as equally-much of his nakedness here, here, here, here, and here. And then go here, here, here, or here. Trust me, all the links are worth a click and a scroll. 

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Boselli’s Booty

Math-teacher-turned-model Pietro Boselli has already bared his booty in these pages. He’s also given some serious VPL (Visible Penis Line) and modeled an assortment of Speedos and underwear, such as here and here and here. Today, he gives us more of the same, as no one seems to mind when he doffs clothing and offers a glimpse of nakedness and nudity.

 

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Social Media Naked Synergy

It appears I’ve reached the limit of how much time and effort I intend to invest in my social media platforms. On the request of friends, I opened a SnapChat account recently, but quickly lost interest after posting just one or two ‘chats’. I’m better at the Big Three: FaceBook, Twitter and Instagram. They are more than enough to waste time and (ideally) direct traffic to this website. For the uninitiated (and I happen to know a few), here are a few brief bullet-points of what I like and, more importantly, don’t like about each.

Likes: Your FaceBook page is like a mini-website, with outlets for words, pictures, videos, events, and allowing for a more complete representation of an online persona. For better or worse.

Dislikes: A crazy double-standard when it comes to censoring male nudity, and an impossible-to-reach help system if someone steals your photos and pretends to be you.

Likes: Fast and efficient, even if it goes beyond 140 characters now, it’s the easiest way to see what’s trending in more or less real time.

Dislikes: Trolls and Russian bots. (The use of certain hashtags, #TrumpRussia or #ImpeachTrump for example, is only partially effective in getting them to back off.) It’s best to never engage.

Likes: A picture is worth a thousand words. Especially if you’re buck naked.

Dislikes: You can’t put any links in the captions. (But when in doubt, go to ALANILAGAN.com.)

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Another Naked Olympian, In the Snow

The only point of this post is to show off this photo of a very naked Gus Kenworthy. He’s been here sans clothing before, and hopefully he will be again. Whatever the Olympic outcome, a nude Gus Kenworthy will always be a champion in these parts, for a number of reasons. See here and here.

[This blog owes a world of thanks to the ESPN Naked Issue, which seems to bring out the best by taking off the rest. That stunning spread of a completely naked Julian Edelman comes to mind, but they’ve also exposed Nathan Adrian, Michael Phelps, Rob Gronkowski and Conor McGregor to fine effect.] But back to the Olympian on hand – Gus Kenworthy – who is headed to the Olympics to hopefully find some gold, silver or bronze hardware to go with that hard body. Mr. Kenworthy is a cheeky sport to represent our country, and I can’t wait to see what he’s going to do next month.

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A Face & Body of Pretty

Bryce Thompson has been a Hunk of the Day twice already, and though this isn’t quite his third time, it certainly paves the way for such an honor. The first time can be found here, and the second one right here. For now, this post will stake his claim for the third one. (Even if he’s got some serious competition.)

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A Very Naked Nyle DiMarco

If you thought these almost-naked photos of Nyle DiMarco were sexy, feast your eyes on what is coming up below. Wet and wild shower shots certainly flatter Mr. DiMarco, as does a simple white towel (though many would argue the latter is superfluous at best, bothersome at worst). For DiMarco’s debut as Hunk of the Day, it was all about shirtlessness and body oil, and no one was complaining. For another post, it was all about his underwear. Tonight, it’s about wet nudity.

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The Full-Frontal Shot of Zac Efron

It is on this day that the elusive photo of Zac Efron’s full-frontal nudity surfaces in all its veiny glory.

Mr. Efron has gotten naked here before, and more than once, but never quite exposed his package.

Today is your lucky day.

But before we deliver the goods, a little build-up (Speedo-style) to the full-frontal Zac Efron nude shot you’ve been clambering for.

Let’s begin with these Speedo GIFs, because there’s nothing better than a naked Efron in motion.

Even guys that look somewhat like Zac get a Hunk of the Day post through sheer proximity.

Those who show their asses get some of the glory too.

Those who shake their asses get even more.

But all this butt talk is just distraction and hesitation.

You came here for the good stuff.

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And though most of you are wise to my full-frontal disguise, I know at least one or two will ream me out for doing this, and it will be worth it for you: Happy April Fool’s Day! 

Pump it up baby!!!

(Don’t feel bad – there’s still quite a lot to be seen on these other April first posts.)

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Show Us Your Ass

Happy Ass Wednesday!! Traditionalists would call this ‘Ash Wednesday’ but why in hell would we celebrate ashes over asses? I’ll never understand that kind of fuckery. Instead, we are celebrating the butt, the booty, the banging caboose – you name your euphemism, we’ll bend it over. Here is our beautiful butt brigade, the behinds of the scene that make this website what it is.

Let’s begin with Nico Tortorella, who recently gave us a glimpse of side-ass, a teasing and titillating view that may have you craning to see more.

Two bodaciously-bottomed classics return here: David Beckham and Ben Cohen, who have had a friendly rivalry on this site. I’d say it’s a sexy draw today.

Chris Salvatore released an underwear line a while back, but the general consensus is that he looks much better without a stitch of it on.

Ginger madness is right around the corner, so here’s an advance preview: a naked Greg Rutherford and a nude Greg Rutherford. Both are lovely options of Olympic stature.

One more glimpse of ginger hotness is found in Seth Fornea, another favorite from this blog’s storied past.

A pair of butt-baring beauties in the forms of Joshua Michael Brickman and Philip Olivier.

Stan Wawrinka was one of the ESPN Body Issue boys, and his tush ends this post… almost.

Oh wait, how did that get in here? Who is responsible? Oh well, what’s good for the goose…

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My Ball(s)

Calm down.

You know the big ball doesn’t drop until New Year’s Eve…

All good things to those who wait.

If you’re with me, next year will be the perfect year.

As Valentino said, it takes tiles to tango.

Am I losing my mind?

Perhaps.

That time of year.

Keep your eye on the ball.

The really big ball.

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A Pair of Holiday Hunks

These two turtle doves have been Hunks of the Day in the past, but their Christmas-themed poses merit this merry post. First up is Jake Quickenden, whose featured pic would be quite risky if such nudity was paired with any actual sleigh movement. The giant Christmas ornament is a less dangerous touch.

Second we have Simon Dunn, who had his own Mariah moment a couple of years ago, and who has since honed his already-practically-perfect body into something as wondrous as a Christmas star. Here are a few more bonus pics of Mr. Dunn, a bobsledder who has already been named Hunk of the Day not once, but twice. A few more photo shoots like this, and he stands a strong chance of joining the ultra-elite triple triumvirate of Hunks (of which only one very special gentleman has ever achieved). Perhaps Mr. Dunn is next in line…

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Red Butt-Flap Booty Suit

This red union suit has all the cozy accoutrements for holiday slumbering, including an easy-access opening to the poop-chute. Not sure what the historical significance or reason for the design is other than the crude aforementioned descriptor of butt jobs, but I’m all for the cheeky reveal. A union suit is the adult sleeper, a button-up (or down) onesie that brings back holiday memories and cozy recollections of the nights before and after Christmas.

There are others that have worn it much better than me, and more power to them. This is one outfit that proves more utilitarian than fashion-forward. On chilly nights alone in the condo (because this is not one for public consumption, in person anyway) it’s the perfect bit of comfort fashion. Like comfort food, it may not be pretty but it gets the job done. For the winter season, I’m willing to forego the rules of fashion and settle for function.

As for that booty-baring butt-flap, it’s the stuff of Christmas cards and whimsy, and I’m all the more enchanted by it for those very reasons. Maybe someday I’ll wear it to a Christmas party after all. The older I get, the less concerned I am about the breeze around my ass.

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A Gift for the Footishists

A hint of leg, a tip of the toe.

A hint of heel, a slip of the sole.

For all the foot fetishists out there, this is your Christmas gift come early this year.

Let it never be said that I’m not a giver.

I’ll give you the shirt off my back and the shoes off my feet.

All I ask is that you leave a delicious blanket behind.

Something to cover the naughty bits.

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Special Guest Blog: Nick Vannello of Kilted Bros.

Any man who makes and markets kilts in this day and age is a fine and noble man for carrying out a beloved tradition. Put a racy yet artistic spin on things, add a celebration of all body types, and sprinkle in some fashion-inspired fairy dust, and you’ve got a gentleman hero who’s simply perfect as our next Special Guest Blog. My online pal Nick Vannello runs Kilted Bros., a delightful purveyor of the classic kilt. Far more than that, this Renaissance man has an artistic side that runs through his work, and an appreciation for other fashion icons that informs this amazing post. 

 

THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF CODDINGTON: Special Guest Blog by Nick Vannello 

There is a serenity and satisfaction which comes from knowing one’s place.

When I was much younger it was important for me to be front and center. As a performer and presenter, my role was to be the center of attention and to lead with force. At that time I was trying to establish my place among the other 20-somethings. Forward and fiery, I could be found performing on stage, in print ads, and presenting workshops from coast-to-coast,  It was a rush knowing that I was headlining a tour and that people were coming specifically to see me and to hear what I had to say.

When I approached my mid-30’s my pace and position started to waver like a top running out of steam. Unsure of my footing and now being passed over for jobs by younger performers, it was harder to present myself with the same confidence that I did a decade earlier. Time and gravity were proving to be two foes with whom I would battle almost daily. I started finding employment behind the scenes. I choreographed for younger, more nimble dancers. Neophyte presenters would ask me to write their speeches because they did not have the experience I had. I became a copywriter instead of appearing in the local ads.

All of this work was semi-satisfying, but I felt like I was disappointing…..I don’t know….someone. I had trouble justifying working behind the scenes instead of being the style-maker.

When “The September Issue” was released in 2009, I was introduced to Grace Coddington, Vogue Magazine’s Creative Director. Like going to an optometrist who puts your world into focus with the flip of a lens, I realized that there were not only people behind the scenes like me, but they were often the more colorful and influential characters.

Grace was a model in the 1960’s. Her firery red hair and unusual look made her stand apart from other models. Due to facial reconstruction after a car accident, her career in fashion detoured. She allied with Anna Wintour and the two drove American Vogue to what has become the pinnacle of fashion magazines.

When you watch “The September Issue” you can not take your eyes off Coddington. She brought her years of experience and her passion for art with her to her job. She didn’t need to be a model; she was much more. The models weren’t moving fashion forward, Coddington was the catalyst and her models and photographers were her tools to change the fashion world.

There have always been style-makers behind the scenes. Coddington is in good company. Edith Head. Agnes DeMille. Bob Fosse. Edna Mode.

And that’s where I am. That’s who I am.


I own a men’s kilt company and our audience is largely gay. Photos of our kilts and models showing off those kilts are a big part of our image and our marketing.

You will rarely find me in front of the camera, even when we live broadcast our fashion shoots on Periscope. My body has gone soft, my teeth are not bright, and I am awkward in front of the lens. But despite those things, I know what people find attractive.

We pride ourselves that our models range in age, color, and body size. Real men wear kilts; real men should model our kilts. I won’t hire models to showcase my kilts; I employ my friends, local guys, and customers. Men in whom I see something special. I pay them in pizza and beer.

Using lights, simple direction, experience, laughter, and the camera lens, I transform a man you would pass on the street into an object of desire. I can not seem to apply that same magic to myself, but I can transform another man into an Apollo or Hercules.

That is how I find satisfaction in my art. I don’t have to be a god myself. I create gods.

{Check out Kilted Bros. online and at their Cleveland shop.}

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Shades of Time Laid Bare

On this last Saturday of September, in the week we shifted from summer to fall, the mind dwells momentarily on time and how we do our best to manipulate it. In the end it is always a futile cause. Time wins out over everything, and everybody. All we can do is chase it, grab for it, and try to trick it, but the only thing we can ever truly count on is running out of it.

We think we can still it when we go to sleep, but that’s a trick we play on ourselves. Time continues on undaunted and blithely unaware of our efforts. We make our beds into sanctuaries. We pray in different ways to appease the unwavering march. We attempt to contain it in watches and clocks, skewing it on impossible-to-program microwaves and car consoles, purposely setting it just a bit ahead to fool ourselves into thinking we have more of it, but none of this matters.

We cannot beat it, but we can dip into its relentless flow, like stepping into a swiftly-moving river or the churning waves of the ocean. Giving in and letting go can be a powerful choice, and sometimes it takes more control and effort than fighting back.

Swimming in the sheets of my sanctuary, untangling myself from the flights of night, I groggily surface and allow the morning to wash over me.

Time. And time again.

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Birthday Suit Mayhem

A lot of nudity goes on here – nothing full-frontal or all that flagrant, but enough. Of late, though, it hasn’t been me (and you can verify by going through the last few months of posts by clicking the ‘Older Entries’ option barely used or seen in the lower left when you scroll down). That bodes well for the future of this site, in which, despite the name, attention has shifted slightly to other things. For a final birthday post, however, a few more birthday suit shots, per request. Hope you stick around to see how 41 unfolds…

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