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Favorite Stories Not at Nifty Archive

To follow up on my last post, the following are some of my favorite stories that (I believe) are not on the Nifty Archive. Some are on other websites while others were published as books or magazine stories. I’ve added a link where I can find the source.

Mac Stevens and the Ten Loads by Cooper

Corporal in Charge of Taking Care of Captain O’Malley by Jack Fritscher


Across the Threshold by Habu

Subduing the Captain, by Coxswain

Mike and the Marines, by Eric Boyd

book, out of print

Maybe We Should Hang Out Sometime, by Paul Lantoro

The Boy Who Cried Wolf, by Happenstance

no longer available online?

So, fun fact. I was first getting into reading erotic fiction back when the internet was still only just starting to become a thing, so a lot of my one-handed reading was courtesy of erotic story anthologies. If you’re familiar with the works of Phil Andros or Rick Jackson and his incredibly hot military adventure tales, you’re probably smiling at this right now. I have no idea if any of their books are even still available, but I dug the fuck out of them, and you probably will too.

One author who really opened my eyes to the possibility of the erotic story form is R.J. March. He’s apparently long out of the game now – I haven’t heard anything from him in probably a decade, at least – but his collections “Looking For Trouble” and “Hard” are stunningly well-written, incredibly sexy collections of genuine writing. “Looking For Trouble” is an especially strong collection, with a singular voice and depth that still read true almost 20 years later. You can find them used on Amazon – sorry boys and girls, paperback only, no e-books – and if you can track a copy down, I highly recommend them.

Writers like R.J. March were once the staple of the gay stroke mags that sadly no longer really exist, which provided a rich resource of fresh fiction every month. The only one of those authors still out there, that I know of, is Natty Soltesz, who’s still doin’ it live at @nattysoltesz and @br0b8, and still putting out compilations of his writing that you need to be reading (and buying!)

Another non-internet staple for me was the Flesh and the Word anthology series. The first one is still the best, featuring a diverse array of writers, characters and situations from some of the best gay fiction writers of the time. You can find copies of that on Amazon too.

Anthologies used to be a solid, fairly thriving business, but just like a lot of the gay magazines, it’s another of those formats that the internet very nearly suffocated to death. I’d really like to see the format revived, now that almost all of us have discreet reading devices in our pockets, pretty much. It’s part of the reason why I’ve (finally) begun branching out into ebooks myself, and it’s very cool to see authors like my bro @boymercuryx working to revive the form too, with quality short and longer-form works of erotic fiction that put an emphasis on the craft of writing, as much as the art of getting you off. I’d love to see much more of it, and I’m sure you will too. I’m gonna continue doing my part, and I look forward to hopefully putting some carefully crafted stroke fiction into your hands, just like all these authors (and so many more) did for me back in the day.

So … of course I have to chime in, me being older than anyone in the room, because when I was getting into Erotic Fiction, the fucking internet didn’t even fucking exist. Not even as some military industrial complex prototype. (But to be clear, my bro’s werds, above, about stroke fiction are so fucking resonant. This thread has caused some relatively profound personal reflection, so thanks for that @talesfromunderthemattress and @drakestories.)

My additions:

1. John Preston, Legend. AKA: The Dark Lord. AKA: Best friend to Ann Rice (and instrumental in getting her to publish her erotic fiction). AKA; Dead of AIDS. 

Preston burst on to the scene with Mr. Benson (And fuck: Where’s my copy?), a groundbreaking epic that both exposed and created the Modern Gay Male Leather Scene. 

Then of course, his “I Once Had a Master” series which literally changed my life.


2.  John Preston, Part Two. He edited a couple of absolutely fantastic anthologies, pictured, below. In the first (Tales from the Dark Lord), two stand out. “Poontang for the Cause: An Homage to Phil Andros” (who my bro references, above). I can’t properly explain it here, given the nature of story. Just look for it. The second, Private Kirowsky, is a porn I have never – ever – forgotten. It is that good. It is that specific. It is that unique. 

It is also hard-core … and it’s a love story.

Reviewing these volumes again, I understand that the seeds of my erotic writing were planted by John Preston’s cock. And that story – Private Kirowsky – was the most significant and potent load he ever dumped in my guts. It’s still there. It has never left.


3.  Of course, my bro @talesfromunderthemattress is right: The First Flesh and the Word Anthology was the best. But, us smut-freaks kept buying. There’s good stuff in these follow ups. Find them here and here.


4.  Here’s some other faves. Just take a look. (Also if you find ANYTHING by Lars Eighner, which has become difficult, read it. That’s a fucking order, boys. Note that he has stories in several of these anthologies, too, and, I think, in some of the Flesh and the Words.)


5.  And if you ever go to a dirty old queer book store, or better yet, a sleazy smut-shop (before they all close), then head upstairs to the cheap-racks, where you can pick up copies of First Hand and Manscape – probably at ten for a dollar. I grew up on these books, yanking under the covers while my parents dreamed of the grandkids I would never produce. (Though, I tried. God did I try. That’s why M-preg stories turn me on so much.)  Manscape published my first smut, based on my true adventures as a College Tea-Room Whore. (Somewhere I have a copy. I’ll find it, eventually.) 

Side Note: Check out the Firsthand January 1985 featured article: “Should We Marry.”  My how times have changed. 

(And yeah, this fucking dad has nearly every copy ever published. So come to my estate sale, when it happens, and get a fucking bargain.)


These are my additions to this esteemed list. But I will close by offering praise to Bill Drake’s second choice: Corporal in Charge …. This is another classic in the genre – another life-changing epic that made my cock grow two inches, my balls expand and my identity solidify.

How do I know? I got two copies of that fucker. 


Enjoy this smut. It’s smut that is actual smut. Artistic smut. 

Now any idiot can post on Nifty (or Tumblr) and any idiot does. But young-uns:  back in the day only a man (or woman) with skill, artistry and craft could get their work published, and these fuckers had all that and more.

Those were the days.

Also – get offa my fucking lawn.

[My profound thanks to @talesfromunderthemattress and @drakestories for taking me on a trip down memory lane.]

So many excellent pieces! I can really only add the work of Matthew Haldeman-Time ( like his “Incredible”, which is warm and happy in a way that I also am, but which doesn’t necessarily come across via this blog. 😀

This is fascinating.


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