Dark as a Dungeon

By Peter Schutes

Shorty McCool has a huge secret. Follow him through the mines and the showers of Cumberland, Kentucky, where he discovers forbidden pleasures after he inadvertently reveals his massive manhood to the miners. Enjoy the lust for the lure of the mine as Shorty discovers unbridled man on man sex. Feel his heart ache as he yearns for more, only to find it very close to home.

Taking place in 1960s Kentucky, Dark as a Dungeon is one of Peter’s raciest novellas. Themes of drugs, phallic worship and sado-masochism were common in several of his works, but Dark As A Dungeon was one of his strongest examples of phallic extremes and drug-fueled sex. Shorty McCooly’s extraordinary tastes and dangerous desires, as well as his ultimate desire for a loving mate give this happily-ever-after hardcore erotica a romantic touch.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Peter Schutes
• Release date: Aug 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370872176

Peter Schutes

Peter Schutes Publishing promotes "unheard voices" from all walks of life. In addition to the hypermasculine pulp-style erotica of Peter and his associates, the press seeks out authors with stories that need to be told. Erotic fiction pushes boundaries, as does transgressive fiction about LGBTQ+ issues and neurodivergence, the hallmarks of Peter Schutes Publishing.Peter Schutes is the nom de plume of a prolific and acclaimed novelist. As Peter Schutes, he is the author of Slaves of Rome, Dark as a Dungeon, The Gospel of Priapus, and Panama Heat. He writes in the style of vintage pulp authors from the 1960s and 1970s. He lives in Los Angeles.

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Dark As A Dungeon

An erotic novel by Peter Schutes

Copyright 2017 PS Publishing

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Publisher’s Note

This work of erotic fiction was written by the author in the mid-1960s. Themes of drugs, phallic worship and sado-masochism were common in all his works, but Dark As A Dungeon was one of his strongest examples of phallic extremes and torture. Peter himself had a reputation for being extraordinarily well endowed. We believe that Shorty McCool, the first person narrator with the impossibly large penis, is an extension of Peter’s psyche. Shorty’s extraordinary tastes and dangerous desires, as well as his ultimate desire for a loving mate may well reflect the desires of the author himself.

...Like a fiend with his dope

Or a drunkard his wine

A man must have lust

For the lure of the mine

--Merle Travis, Dark As a Dungeon

CHAPTER ONE - SHORTY

The life of a coal miner is comprised of 50% labor, 35% sleep, 10% traveling in or out of the ground, and the remaining 5% belongs to bathing, eating, drinking, and whatever else he can squeeze into such a short remaining time period. It doesn't leave time enough for making babies and such, so a lot of miners are desperate for release. They try all kinds of tricks to get at the true pleasures of life.

That twelve hours of labor, that’s non-negotiable. The whole time you’re in the dark, you’re in fear for your life. You can’t stop to fart around. You don't even eat unless you want to taste a ham and anthracite sandwich. So those twelve hours belong to the company and no one else.

Now it takes up to an hour to get from the surface to the bowels of the mine, and slightly longer to get back up. That time is spent in a wagon or a cage with four to six men. There isn't scarcely room to turn your head, so everybody is pretty much trapped on the conveyance. A man can't find release in that situation unless he convinces everyone on board that it’s worth risking their lives to get their needs met. I learned there are crews who do exactly that. Each one grabs hold of his neighbor’s prick and they send white rain falling into darkness two or three times before they reach the end. Those men are practical. They make good use of their time. Their wives don't know, and neither does the boss.

The sleep hours can be cut short for baby making, but it's dangerous, too. A miner who hasn't slept enough can get himself and a whole bunch of others killed.

So we get to the 5%. Until a recent strike, the Cumberland and Partridge Joint Mining Company (CPJMC) had two showers for over a thousand men. Men walked home covered in coal and their wives hosed them down in the backyard. Then came the big strike, and among the many compromises that worked in our favor, the CPJMC agreed to build a proper shower room like they have over in England. That strike and the events surrounding it are where my story becomes legend.

My name is Clarence McCool, but everyone calls me Shorty. I was a hurrier starting as soon as I could quit school in the eighth grade. A hurrier is a little guy who can work in stooped narrow tunnels. He is usually a young boy like I was, but some of us don't grow so tall and we keep at it when we're grown. That's what happened to me. I was 19 years old when we had that strike, and I was not much taller than the eighth graders. Didn't have any experience with sex, neither, and here’s why.

When puberty came, I didn't grow like the others. While my friends were growing taller, I was just getting longer and thicker down there. All those extra inches went below the waist. I was bashful, and this didn't help none. I did my best to never let anyone figure out what had happened. Girls wouldn't want to marry me, not with what I had between my legs. So I figured out what to wear and where to put it so no one ever saw that I was a freak of nature.

It turns out that this problem changed the direction of my whole life. Here’s when it started. A few weeks before the strike, a lot of miners were away at Union meetings, so the trip to and from the surface was getting shuffled around. Crews were missing a member, so the hurriers were being used to complete the six for the trip down or up. I got put in a cage with five men who had worked together for I don't know how long.

They were one of these groups that I mentioned that had an arrangement, and I was gonna be in the way of their pleasure. So they were really direct with me about it.

A tall skinny fellow named Levon leans to me and says,