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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.

The Cuckold Strikes Back

When Rick Stabler walks in on his wife with a big black alpha, he panics, pulls a gun and turns this cuckolding upside down! Tyrell Brickley never thought banging this white chick would lead to him giving up the booty!

Can Rick take what he needs to reclaim his masculinity?

Read it now!

Pavel Nowak

Pavel is a circus strongman. He is from Pittsburgh.

Pavel was the circus strongman, and he too was one of the most extreme men in the country — he was both tallest and biggest. Pavel was a Polish-American boy of nearly twenty years old, already seven feet tall and still growing. He had a farmwork-toned body that he kept building as they traveled, lifting weights at every opportunity, both onstage and off. He was a boisterous, adventurous man, domineering and brash, macho and more than a bit intimidating when he wanted to be. He was billed as The Pumped Pollack of Pennsylvania. His thick mustache twitched.

From The Circus Strongman

Wilma Trammel

His manager was a dumpety chowder-white lady with enough meat for ten or eleven tits divided unequally between the standard two. Bitch got a body like a diseased balloon animal, and she clutched a clipboard and a rinky-dink computer phone-like device. Everything she did she marked down on a to-do list on the clipboard willingly, then she did it on the computer thing as though someone had a gun to her head.

From Thumper on Parole

“¡Ay ay!”

One bedroom had a sheet strung up through the middle of it. And in the center of that sheet was a hole. Exactly what Bernardo had described. It stank of jizz in here, an odor that made Cody wrinkle his nose. He couldn’t deny it did make him horny though. It reminded him of a brothel, and Cody’d had more than his fair share of fun at those.
Bernardo walked right up to the sheet and put a ten dollar bill in the hole. Someone — or maybe a machine — took it, then Bernardo unzipped the fly of his jeans. He ain’t even pull his pants down, he just flopped his pecker in through the hole. His eyes lit up, and his knees went weak. “¡Ay ay!”

From Roommates in the Dark

Nimbo

Anthony liked Nimbo a lot. Everybody did — or at least women did. Nimbo was lightly tattooed for a cholo, and he had neat hair and dimples you could wash a car in. He was muscular but not huge or bulgey — he played on a soccer team, a real one. He had thighs like crazy, an ass as hard as granite, with a pair of giant cheeks that looked too big for his frame.
And he always wore cologne. He smelled great. Anthony blushed whenever Nimbo was around. He had an aura of desire, radiating charisma like the sun. He moved like he needed to use all of his muscles just to take a step. Anthony had trouble not staring at him, watching the curves of his body. Luckily Nimbo was drinking and distracted by the woman, so he didn’t notice Anthony’s relentless stare.

From Cholos and the Raunchy Hobos of Santa Monica

Hombrito culo

He knew culo was ass. He done pick up on that. What was a hombrito culo?
Much to his surprise, one of those Mexicans mounted Sazonito, who situated a pillow under his belly, near his crotch, like it was a plastic pussy and he was gonna fuck it. The pillow propped up his ass at an angle.
That angle also made his asscheeks separate enough that Cody caught another strong whiff of his masculine aroma, joined by the scent of the other Mexican who got behind him. He kneeled behind Sazonito, lining his cock up with Sazonito’s ass.
Cody sucked in his breath. Was this normal? Was he gonna stick his dick in Sazonito’s ass?
It was Nelson who mounted Sazonito. Nelson was the oldest in the apartment. He was wiry and short, wrinkled but powerfully built, like a dehydrated weightlifter. He mounted Sazonito’s massively muscled body from behind and slid his limp cock into Sazonito’s asscrack.
“Aaaah…” Cody’s eyes opened wide. What the sam hill was going on? What Mexican craziness was this? He wanna stand and jump up and down — if he was surrounded by his own kind, that’s what he would do.
But the Mexicans were all treating this as normal, and Cody didn’t want to look like a squeamish, giddy anglo.
As far as Cody knew, no man who went to prison would bare his ass, raised up like that! And Sazonito was just doing it! Letting Nelson get in position to stick it in him! Cody still weren’t even sure that cornholing was a real thing, and apparently it was just happening, easy as pancakes!
“!Ay ay!”
Sazonito’s asscrack was warm and slightly wet with sweat, and the butthairs gave a little friction, it seemed. Nelson humped Sazonito’s buttcrack while watching the teevee screen, and he used both hands to squeeze Sazonito’s meaty cheeks against each other, his wrinkled old knob in between ’em.
It took Cody a few seconds to realize that’s what a hombrito culo was — not cornholing, it was just humping the buttcrack. It must be a prison thing. Or a Mexican thing, since they all knew about it but weren’t all ex-cons. Or maybe it was a Latin Kings thing.
From Roommates in the Dark

Gotta pay the A-rab feller first

“Ooooooh, I see that!” Buck said when he was close enough to the garage to see the man in the front of the line. The portly sailor with dusky skin — Portuguese, Buck guessed — got his pants undone, and he be humping the garage door.
Actually, he be humping a hole in the garage door.
“What’ssssh going on?” Jeb asked. He sounded very drunk, which made Buck chuckle.
“This is called a gloryhole. I ain’t seen one in Anchorage before,” Buck said with a smirk. He and Jeb got in the back of the line. “It’s fun, you’ll like it. I guess you never got ya rocks off like that.”
“Whaaaat?” Jeb frowned.
“Inside that garage is a girl. Blonde most likely,” Buck said with a knowing grin — he savvied perfectly well that there ain’t no female in there of any kind. “She on her knees suckin’ the dick of any man who stick it in the hole. Gotta pay the A-rab feller first. I dunno how much.”
From Jeb the Farmboy

Dino

Dino was a tall, broad-shouldered man, with swarthy skin betraying his Greek origin, though his accent was almost undetectable. He had a dense mop of curly black hair that extended in an unruly mess all the way to his shoulders. He wore a tight wifebeater, and a thick layer of curly black hair extruded from beneath it.

From Desperate Alphas, Dirty Nights