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Last month at Honcho Campout, the week-long, fagtastic music festival in the backwoods of Pennsylvania, a little yellow flyer appeared, stapled to trees by the riverbank. “Piss On Voltzy”, it said, with handwritten instructions and a portrait of the eager pup in question. “All welcome”. I pictured the hopeful pup Xeroxing away at a print shop to make his dream come true. There was something touching about it. I met him by chance on one of the dancefloors, wearing his signature yellow-accented gear and urinal backpack, flyers in hand. It was like meeting a local celebrity. ‘Arf!’ he said with a sweet midwestern twang. ‘It’d mean a lot to me if you came!’ How could I say no to such a good boy? The next day, my camp lazed around, nursing hangovers and planning outfits. I roused my friends. ‘Come on, guys, we have to go pee on this pup!’ We followed the flyer’s directions to the a bridge over a river, and were amazed when we saw an army of 200 people, standing in a semicircle around the wiggling, barking, and already-slick doggo, each waiting their turn. Some went as singles and some as groups. Some delivered the goods with entertaining camp and some with seriously horny gusto. Some unleashed waterfalls, while a pee-shy-many barely managed a trickle. But after every piss-formance, the entire crowd would erupt in applause. And at the end, the praise the pissers got paled in comparison to Voltzy’s standing ovation. I tracked down this puppy prince for a report from the other end of the stream.

Max learns that the girl he’s been seeing, who lives next door, has moved out. On cue, a hot dom guy he’s been chatting with asks to come over. Her apartment is unlocked and empty...if you can't host, do the most. What could possibly go wrong?

It seems like all the best techno clubs in Europe these days are run by sexy Georgians, so we knew something must be up in Tbilisi. Makuna Berkatsashvili has worked as a booker for some of the city’s biggest clubs, but most nights she’s usually on the dancefloor, sweating it out with the gays. She and her friend Mimi Abintra sent us a blow-by-blow of their night out from disco-and-drag dive Success Bar to Eau De Cologne, Tbilisi’s ripe-and-ready queer rave. Despite Georgia’s homophobic government, which has just passed a Putin-inspired law banning “same-sex propaganda”, they say the early morning hours get hot and faggy. Talk about a “gay agenda”...

From its Cruising Village to its douching station, poppers yoga workshops and “pink pussy VIP” lounge, Whole Festival has become a crazed barometer of queer culture in Europe. Plus, of course, a weekend of sick music at a charming East German strip mine-cum watering hole. Whole’s online forum, meanwhile, is famous for its no-filter horniness and raucous community infighting. We thought we’d ask a few people ourselves, ‘Hey babe, how's your Whole?’

Berlin ‘sick bitch’ RJ Glasgow, aka LSDXOXO, has been on tour for much of the past year – where there are plenty of horny fans, but it can be hard to date any one of them. The jet-setting hitmaker says his latest single, ‘GHOST,’ is ‘an ode to my international lovers.’ ‘When I come, you go – spending every night on the road,’ he sings. In BUTT no. 32, Wolfgang Tillmans caught RJ at home between trips for a ‘quickie.’ Now, we’re back for sloppy seconds with a first look at the spooky-sexy new music video for ‘GHOST.’ Stay tuned for a XXX cut we hear will be coming to his OnlyFans soon...

This summer, we’re inviting you to contribute to BUTT’s sexy, cinematic universe. Submit your one minute film by 10 August.

Andrej Dubravsky likes it big. The Slovakian stud wines and dines his full-bodied lovers at his farm where, he says, you can plant any seed and it will grow. Recently, his sexy paintings of big guys getting it on pissed off the right-wing, fat-shaming Slovakian Minister of Culture, so he's doubled down and scaled them up. We caught him after a long, sweaty day of work in the garden, where he was busy feeding his cocks and hens.

After eight years of homophobic rule, Poland’s Law and Justice party lost the country’s recent election, giving queers of all stripes hope for new rights and less hate-spewing. Before kicking off Warsaw pride with a film screening and after-party tonight, BUTT spoke with Bart Staszewski about the political situation in Poland. The rainbow-loving rabble rouser has been at the forefront of advocacy and the target for state smear campaigns in the country of 41 million. Blasphemy!

K8 Hardy makes an art form of lesbian swagger. Whether dressing up as different camp characters in her videos and performances or painting a massive Maxi pad, the ex-riot grrrl and downtown NYC dyke diva serves horny humor and chutzpah. And as a born-and-bred Texan, she takes her boots very seriously. Lovers, be prepared to do the same!

LONDON – I first heard about the London circle-jerk club BatorBro from a friend who made it sound a little like a tantric yoga workshop – a New Age approach to an old way of getting off. On a Sunday afternoon I went to Hackney to check it out for myself. In a large warehouse space bathed in red light, I sat in a circle of chairs with a few dozen men – old, young, and of all sizes – naked or wearing just underwear. As we went around introducing ourselves, the tone was sober and friendly, like a horny AA meeting. The room filled with dick and small talk. Eventually, two ‘bulls’ took position in the center, where volunteers came up and took turns edging them. Coaching the action was Nick Woof, founder and self-described ‘conductor’ of ‘Europe’s premiere edging event.’ A few weeks later, I met Nick at his flat, surrounded by toys, poppers, and jars of Albolene, and asked him to unload his story.

Zipolite, an idyllic village on Mexico’s Oaxacan coast, has been a hotbed of hippies and queers since the 1970s – but recent years have brought tidal waves of gays to the tiny pueblo. Sooner or later, they end up at Playa del Amor, the notorious cruising beach, where local women sell beer and tequila shots from straw hut ‘palapas,’ and the rocky coves fill up with cocksucking after dark. At the witching hour, the brightest light on the Playa is Misael Fuentes, who performs nude fire dances for the horny crowd. Misael, a self-described ‘streetwalker,’ now calls himself ‘Sirena del Fuego’ or ‘Mermaid of Fire,’ and when I met him on the beach on a balmy March evening, it was hard not to feel charmed.

Size matters. Often, it’s a question of scale. We were so gagged to see Maciek Worosilak wallpaper his models in old issues of BUTT, for his project to recreate the bedrooms of other queer Polish immigrants at 1:12 scale, that we asked him to make us one with the new issue. Now, the architectural wiz has made our HQ dreams come true, adding a sexy basement bar and darkroom for after-work play. You can find all the asses and faces from BUTT no. 34 inside – even a Barbie’s. From tiny dildos to blindfolds and handcuffs, there’s something in the House of BUTT for all the dolls and the gays. We visited Maciek’s studio at London’s Royal College of Art for a full-service tour of the place.

“Locked top” isn't an oxymoron for CagedJock. For the past nine years, the hunky New York-based pornstar has been pursuing his dream of an (almost) dickless world, dispensing chastity advice and XXL strap-on dildos to the bottoms of the internet. He told us how locking up has changed his physiology and what you can expect to find in his dungeon-for-rent.

Are you carnal and carnivorous? This Sex Review, a moveable feast from London to rural Eastern Bulgaria, has plenty of sweet and unsavory moments: a plague of frogs, a visit to a witch doctor, and two farmhands getting fruity in a cherry orchard...

You think you’re dirty? The anonymous couple behind “Muddy Buck” may have you beat. Both men share a primordial desire to submerge themselves in ooze — a substance they mix themselves at home in an elaborate pit, and which they say makes for safe, slick lube. Their videos have gained them a sizable following on Twitter @Muddy_Buck and UMD.net, the online home of “wet and messy” enthusiasts. “Feeding the Mud my seed is the act of completing the Mud-to-man bond,” they told BUTT via DM. Let that sink in...

Jack Pierson began his art practice by cutting and pasting porno collage from the stacks of discarded skinmags he'd scavenge at flea markets in New York in the eighties. By the mid-nineties, he was collecting abandoned signage from the demolition intended to clean up Times Square, and putting together the text-based sculptures for which he's probably most well known. Not one to limit his own artistic expression, Jack began photographing with a snapshot aesthetic that straddles the line between commercial and art photography — he's created installations, paintings and drawings too. At the age of fifty-five, he's busy with his own zine called Tomorrow's Man, now on its third issue, and snowbirding to the Florida to catch that golden hour lighting so prized by photographers. Alex Needham interviewed Jack in his grand, but cosy East Village flat, where the walls are covered in pictures and the art books are piled high.

Jack Pierson would be the first to tell you: his rose-tinted worldview is best seen in the pages of handsome bound volume, or simply ripped out of a magazine. For this exclusive series, in which the photographer has generously shared his archive of male nudes and portraiture, a screen will have to do. The series also includes images and spreads from his most recent publication called Tomorrow's Man, a kind of psychedelic meditation on the physique pictorial.

‘Was this the scent launched by a thousand men, and burnt the topless towers of Berlin? Here I dwell, for heaven is in these pits, and all is dross that does not perspire.’ So says Nicolas, who is first up in the armpit portrait series by Berliner George Nebieridze. Surely that city is a melting pot of sweet pit odors and intoxicating pheromones. Photographer George also finds the shape of the body spectacular when the armpits are displayed.

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON — I was on a cross-country train trip. I’d spent the morning exploring the city, so I took the afternoon to chill at the hostel and do laundry. The laundry room was off the hallway and behind a door, quiet and private. I didn’t have many clothes left, so I stripped down to just my shorts and threw it all in.

Time to snuggle up on the cum couch and completely lose yourself in the pleasures of a seductive page-turner. This season, I'm gushing over three photo books, two fictional paperbacks, a couple works of non-fiction, and a favorite zine.