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Welcome to the world of mansploitation fiction by M.N. Manmacker! It’s a series of linked stories involving man-on-man action in a world full of homoerotic situations, alpha males and raunchy, filthy rutting!

Welcome to the world of mansploitation fiction by M.N. Manmacker! It’s a series of linked stories involving man-on-man action in a world full of homoerotic situations, alpha males and raunchy, filthy rutting!

Content on this website includes pictures and videos that contain adult content. Written material (excerpts, etc.) may contain adult content, including offensive material, nonconsensual sex and other topics you may find objectionable. You must be at least eighteen years of age to visit this website.

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What does “mansploitation” mean?

À la 70s femsploitation and blaxsploitation movies, mansploitation stories emphasize masculine gender roles in ways that are sexy beyond belief!

Mansploitation stories use a floating, mobile timeline, like a classic cartoon or sitcom.

1: That means time moves forward but the characters mostly don’t — in other words, a college student character will always be a college student, even as the year changes. References and technologies will advance as well. This is a floating timeline.

2: Stories are set in various locations, characterized principally by the bar Lipsweet. For example, when Lipsweet is in Martinsburg, West Virginia, it is a rough-and-tumble strip club dominated by rednecks and hicks in the modern day. When Lipsweet is in Santa Monica, California, it is a modern-day cholo bar. When it is in Baton Rouge, it is a 1930s speakeasy , and when it is in Los Angeles, it is a beachfront bar in the 1980s. The characters will be translated to each setting but will remain mostly the same. Some storylines will unfold along different times and places. This is a mobile timeline.

3: Don’t worry too much about continuity. Some developments, mainly new characters, continue into future stories. But mostly, characters and situations reset in each new story. I try to keep character details consistent, but I have lots of oopsies (e.g., characters changing surnames, etc.). It’s a multiverse thing, deal with it.

Mansploitation stories have subtitles.

The subtitles are formatted like this: “A Lifelong Bachelors Mansploitation Novel” or “A Forceful Alphas Mansploitation Novella”.

$1.99: <10k short
$2:99: 10k story
$3.99: 15k noveletta; 20k novelette
$4.99: 30k novella; 40k novel
$5.99: 50k novellota
$6.99: 60k epic novel
$7.99: 70k epic novel
$8.99: 80k epic novel
$9.99: 90k epic novel

(These prices were updated in January 2026. Older books were not updated to the new pricing scheme.)

Bundles are priced as the total of their components minus two dollars per story, to a minimum of $1 each.

Hazing & Hijinks: homoerotic situations, hazing, bullying, initiations

Married Men with Double Lives: men married to women but messing around with other men

Forceful Alphas: strongly nonconsenting sexual activity

MM Str8rom: man-on-woman romance with man-on-man sexual activity

Twink on Top: slim, small, usually feminine men who end up topping big, tough alpha males

Actives and Passives: men who are seductively flamboyant and who seek out or are sought out by big, tough, masculine men

Rough Trade: men who engage in man-on-man action for money or other considerations

Lifelong Bachelors: men who pursue, compel and/or convince uber-macho alphas to top them

More specific niches are called “ultra”. These are priced $2 more expensive than they would otherwise be based on the word count.

Ultra-Foot Worship: foot and shoe/boot stuff

Ultra-Gutpunching: gut punches, some trampling, that kinda thing

Ultra-Raunchy: real dirty stuff, hobos, piss, rimjobs, etc

Mansploitation stories have pictures!

Most stories feature pictures, which are generated by AI. AI produces far superior images for my purposes compared to stock photo.

While images are intended to bring to mind a specific character, they don’t exactly correspond to descriptions in the book. That’s partially because AI isn’t real precise with things like ages, hairstyles and tattoos, but also it simply provides a little variety, so readers don’t feel locked in to a look that may not be their ideal. In any case, just like with stock photos, think of it as less the “actual look” of a character and more a head shot of an actor who could play that character — i.e., hair and makeup will change, they might be a little off in various ways, but they have the right attitude, atmosphere and ambiance to represent the character.

That was why Rob liked him and women did not.

Mustafa was the kind of alpha who saw no need to talk to his bitch. That was why Rob liked him and women did not.

“Ah, your mouth is woman,” Mustafa said with a sigh. “Good.” He then cleaned himself up enough to leave and exited the hotel room without another word aimed at Rob. That did not surprise Rob. Mustafa was the kind of alpha who saw no need to talk to his bitch. That was why Rob liked him and women did not.

From The Raunchy Turkish Oil Wrestler

Kaan Gözübüyük

When Mustafa was done, Rob moved onto rubbing oil into the skin of the the next man, Kaan Gözübüyük. He was taller and leaner than Mustafa, but he was just as hairy. The thick black curly hairs extended up from his ass and down from his shoulder, stretching to almost, but not quite, meet in the middle. He had a fat face — he wasn’t fat, but he had a big face with a wide nose, wide mouth, wide chin, his face just went on forever.

From The Raunchy Turkish Oil Wrestler

Cenk Dal

The man after him was burly and paunchy, Cenk Dal, who was maybe the strongest there. He had biceps the size of Rob’s torso and a thick scar that ran over his back. The scar was the only part of his back that had no hair growing on it, and indeed, his whole body was just as hairy from head to toe. Rob had to fight back the urge to lick the scar from ass to shoulder.

From The Raunchy Turkish Oil Wrestler

Mustafa Mounsir

His heart started pounding when he saw Mustafa, a big, hulking brute of a man. He was in the heaviest weight class in Turkish oil wrestling, and it showed in his heavy gait, giant barrel-shaped body, his strapping chest and belly, and his broad shoulders. Most importantly for Rob, however, Mustafa also had powerful muscles and endlesscurls of body hair stretching up from his chest and over his shoulders. Like all Turks, the hair was dense, kinky and broad, and his sweat clung to it. There was little division between his chest hair, armpit hair, leg and arm hairs, back hair, beard hair and head hair.

From The Raunchy Turkish Oil Wrestler

Turkish oil wrestling

Turkish oil wrestling was a popular sport here. It was a form of wrestling in which the men — the biggest, hairiest, most macho men in all of Turkey — greased each other up with olive oil from head to toe while wearing these loose leather trousers called a kisbet. Then the goal was to gain control of your oil-slippened opponent by holding onto his kisbet. It inevitably required sticking one’s hands down into one’s opponent’s kisbet, feeling their crotch, ass and every other olive oil-stained muscle.

From The Raunchy Turkish Oil Wrestler

The Raunchy Turkish Oil Wrestler

The Raunchy Turkish Oil Wrestler

Actives and Passives, Book pages, Lipsweet of Martinsburg
Rob is desperate for dirty, oily Turkish manmeat, and he’s about to get his fill! That’s because he’s in Turkey

Continue reading The Raunchy Turkish Oil Wrestler

She can’t cry forever, can she?

He hoped he didn’t look like a creep. He wasn’t flirting with her, he really wasn’t. Some girls assume anyone who looks at them is flirting. Would she like it or dislike it

It was going to be difficult to proposition this middle-aged black man with the tastiest-looking chest in Illinois, Avery thought, with a weeping white girl just a few yards away. It was distracting. From what Avery got through the girl’s tears, she had been on a date with a boy who got handsy, and she was upset because he had seemed like a nice guy.
She can’t cry forever, can she? Girls can though, they have an infinite supply of tears. She’s got two friends comforting her. This could never end. It’s really ruining the anonymous-groping vibe I was hoping for. Avery glanced at the girl and smiled. Wish I was still cruising. He hoped he didn’t look like a creep. He wasn’t flirting with her, he really wasn’t. Some girls assume anyone who looks at them is flirting. Would she like it or dislike it if a flamboyant stranger came over to comfort her? Dislike it, probably.

From The Short-Order Cook

Goldforge of Clan Grimdigger

He wore a black apron made of thick leather. He didn’t wear a shirt underneath it, so his hefty body spilled out through the straps that ran over his back and shoulders to keep the apron in place. His back was hairy like his chest, the dense, coarse fur covering him and turning outrageously thick in the small of his back. He wore britches that ended at the knee, and covered his ass and thighs, but Miles could tell his ass was just as hairy.
He would be considered fat by human standards, but Miles didn’t see it that way. Goldforge had a bodybuilder’s body, it was just covered up by the natural dwarven padding — supposedly evolved by generations of mining and needing the cushion for falling down mineshafts. Miles could see the muscle under all the heft, and he didn’t mind the belly or the big ass — which was perfectly plump, and, Miles suspected and hoped, greasy with the day’s sweat.

From The Dwarven Blacksmith’s Feet

Roughneck life

This tiny showering area was seemingly made for maybe twenty men — there were fewer than two dozen showerheads. But there were fifty men in here, and they all had tried to stay as far away from the rimjob as possible. So all fifty men were crammed in a space so tight they rubbed up against each other. They didn’t seem to mind too much — that kind of situation happened a lot on oil rigs. But it did mean that, when the one guy darted away and into the crowd of men, he knocked just one or two people over. The whole space was so crowded that it caused a chain reaction, and soon most of the men were in a hairy, muscle-bound pile of flesh.
And that was where Rob went. He knew it wouldn’t last long, and it wouldn’t be as much fun in reality as it seemed in his mind — these kinds of things never really were. The men disentangled themselves pretty quickly, and Rob just stuck his tongue out to lick whatever he could get. That meant he got a lot of dusty elbows and glancing licks, a few brief touches of limp cockmeat, that was about it.
But Rob hardly minded. The best thing about it was not so much that he got to touch lots of men, it was that they pulled away from him so forcefully that, when they stood, they were in an even smaller area. They were virtually dry-humping each other now. Rob saw fat redneck cocks disappearing into hairy asscracks, muscles rubbing on muscles, hands tightened into fists that dangled stiffly at their sides.
That’s how it went on the rig. Rob wished sometimes he could work at one of these places without jerking the men off. That’d be tough to resist — and Rob didn’t have any way of getting hired at an oil rig anyway — but if he did, he’d get to mess around like this, participate in the horseplay. Even as Rob watched, one older man was shooting his nut on a younger roughnecks back, and nobody treated that as a big deal. As long as they were in the shower and could just wipe it off, it was consider a faux pas to even complain.

From The Raunchy Roughneck

The Raunchy Roughneck

The Raunchy Roughneck

Rob can have his pick of roughnecks, but he knows which one he wants — the filthiest, raunchiest one around!

Continue reading The Raunchy Roughneck

Book pages, Lipsweet of Martinsburg, Rough Trade

Roughnecks

Roughnecks were one of the easiest kind of guys to mess with — the only hard part was getting to them at their workplaces. When they were off-duty, they plowed into women, no matter how ugly or skanky. But when they were stuck on oil rigs far from civilization, Rob could have his pick — which was a fine way to spend his summer vacation. There was a tradition on oil rigs — you gotta get a nut off wherever you can when the nearest woman is a hundred miles away was how it was put to Rob. That was a tradition he could get behind (or more often, in front of).

From The Raunchy Roughneck

The Hairy Roughneck Bottoms

The Hairy Roughneck Bottoms

Madhu is a doctor servicing roughnecks from an oil rig, but when one of them comes to him with a

Continue reading The Hairy Roughneck Bottoms

Book pages, Lipsweet of Martinsburg, Twink on Top
The Pilot

The Pilot

Teddy works for a billionaire on a charter flight, but when it turns out to be just him and the

Continue reading The Pilot

Actives and Passives, Book pages, Lipsweet of Springfield
The Boss

The Boss

Lamar is glad to have work, even if it’s difficult, dirty and remote. He’s gotta shower with other men, including

Continue reading The Boss

Book pages, Forceful Alphas, Free ebooks, Lipsweet of Martinsburg
The Alpha in a Wifebeater

The Alpha in a Wifebeater

When a roughneck comes by Avery’s place to ask for money, Avery just might be in for more than he

Continue reading The Alpha in a Wifebeater

Book pages, Free ebooks, Lipsweet of Sacramento, Rough Trade
The Roughneck

The Roughneck

Avery is a masseuer who occasionally lands a taste of a roughneck from an oil rig, but when Dog Barren

Continue reading The Roughneck

Book pages, Forceful Alphas, Free ebooks, Lipsweet of Martinsburg