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Saturday, August 30, 2025
Sexual Alignment: Max & Lark by Tony Xavier Photography
'The plan was to shoot something erotic and fantastically beautiful.'
One might not automatically think there's a connection between hot male models and luxury car owners, but there is at least one. Both love to peacock, especially when there's a camera near by. In this case, the talented artist behind the lens was photographer Tony Xavier. If you checked out the pieces on Max Dice and Lark, (Preston Anthony) earlier in the week, you know they were both peacocking and presenting for both Tony's camera, as well as the legions of fans of their work.
Models peacock through the use of provocative poses to catch the viewer's attention and to tempt them with the desire for more. Car owners, also love to show off, but instead of their bodies, it's their cars. By attracting attention to their luxury cars, they convey both confidence and status with their long, sleek symbol of success.
A second process both cars and men need is a physical alignment. For an automobile, it's about adjusting the vehicle's suspension angles to ensure all four wheels are parallel to each other and perpendicular to the road. Men also work to ensure their unique angles, lines and curves are aligned and ready to be driven and any thrust or action that comes their way. For this shoot, the goal was a sexual alignment with Tony behind the wheel, with Max and Lark in the backseat enjoying their ride.
The goal, to make a hot and sexy photo series, along with a steamy video both the photographer and both models shared on their OnlyFans and JustforFans sites. If you want a taste of that video, there's an over 4 minute appetiser posted on Twitter. (HERE:) Given the unmistakeable chemistry, it's still remarkable that Max and Lark had only me that day.
Instant Chemistry?
We met for the first time at Tony's place. It took us just a couple of words to realize we like each other. A little smile later, we were eager to get naked. I think it was Lark's first smile back that made my heart melt. I also noticed immense enthusiasm in Tony's eyes when he noticed the chemistry. It is hard to find, and that is hard to fake.
Although I hadn’t met Max before this project. About a month before the shoot, I reached out to him to let him know I loved Tony’s idea and thought we’d look amazing together and be able to create something really hot. We we first met, there was definitely an instant attraction. Max is playful, easy to connect with, and he has such a natural charm. I’m the same way, so it just clicked. On top of that, he’s super sexy, super sweet, and his smile definitely pulls you in.
Tony:
I think the most fun is just getting to create content -- both Lark and Max bring a lot of ideas and energy so it's always going to be great!!!
The plan was to shoot something erotic and fantastically beautiful. I especially enjoyed seeing Lark engaged in the process. He, Tony and I all contributed ideas to the common goal.
For me, the best part is always the connection — collaborating with creative, sexy guys and building something together. It’s about enjoying the process, vibing off each other, and having a good time while still producing strong content. The content came out exactly how I hoped — sexy, fun, and really authentic to the chemistry we had. Max and I had such a strong connection that we’re already talking about collaborating again.
As fiery as thing got in the Benz back seat, and as hot as the images from Tony that you're currently seeing and devouring.... there were many others even a little too hot for FH! To see and enjoy more, be sure to check out the links below.
Steve Henson: DreamBoy
Steve Henson
Photography by Catalina Video
I know the quality of these shots aren't great, to be expected from scans from a magazine from the eighties. There was something about them however, that I was really drawn to and wanted to share as many as I could find and enlarge from the August 1986 issue of Torso Magazine.
The series features Steve hanging and around and playing in a backyard pool. Although he's naked in some images, in most of them, he's wearing a pair of white briefs. Those wet briefs brought back a flood of memories from high school. I think for many, our first introduction to 'sort of' skinning dipping came from swimming in our underwear.
For me, this happened on several occasion when I was in my mid to late teens. Often, on hot summer nights, when I was hanging out friends, someone would suggest we go to the 'rock'. The rock wasn't really a place, but the name we used for the location we often went swimming. It was a small inlet at the end of a lake with a tall rock on the side of hill. The thrill was to climb onto the rock and jump off into the water.
I only remember going to the rock once during the day, most of my visits were at night, and very spontaneous. They usually occurred when one of my friends was bored and suggested we head to the rock. Because it wasn't planned, none of had bathing suits with us. Because it was usually late at night, we couldn't go home and grab them without having to explain to our parents why we wanted our bathing suit at 11pm on a Friday night. The 'rock' could be dangerous as several kids were hurt jumping in late at night. Most were high or drunk, and most parents would not have supported us going.
Although it was often a group of guys, sometimes there were girls along as well. This meant that most of us, stripped down to our undies for our jump off the rock into the cool water. Many of the guys wore boxers, which wasn't a big deal. I however, along with a few others, were usually wearing just briefs. As you all know I'm sure, wet briefs don't hide much. I never wore white briefs, but the baby blue ones I usually had on were almost as transparent.
At some point, when everyone was in the water, the routine was that someone, usually a guy, would yell underwear off. We'd then all yank off our wet undies and hold them in the air to prove we were naked. This happened when it was just the guys, and when there were girls with us as well. We'd then swim around naked for awhile, naked, but without anyone really seeing anything.
Some of the guys walked out of the water naked, holding their hands or their undies over their junk. Most of us put our underwear back on before heading to shore. I remember a few times, having a friend point out that my briefs were pretty much see through, especially when there was plenty of moonlight. Usually I didn't care, unless of course there was someone I was crushing over in the group, or when I was sporting a semi.
I have many fond memories of late summer nights wearing just my soaking wet briefs. The feel of the wet undies was amazing when in the water, but not so great on the drive home. Sometimes I'd take them off and just wear my pants home, but other nights, I just shoved my pants on over them and and was wet an uncomfortable on the drive home. T
hen of course, once home, I'd go quickly to my room, peel them off, throw them in the hamper, and put on a clean, dry pair. Most of these late night swims were followed a day or two later with my mother asking me why my underwear were soaked when did the wash. It was not too long after, I started doing my own laundry.
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