What happens on a hostile, dark beach in Provincetown, Massachusetts? In the steamy swamps of the Texas/Louisiana border? In the sex-soaked grove of the vengeful phallic god Himself? 'Out There' tell you. And introduces you to a strange plaster doll, the reminder of an innocent man's burning at the stake centuries before; to a luminous child from the tombs of ancient Egypt, who can save you from the claw grip of death; to a Connecticut suburb where the 'Stepford wives' are men . . . and to the guests of a ghostly Halloween party held on the filthy floor of Manhattan's once notorious sex-bar, the Mineshaft.
I didn't find this book to be very impressive. Many of the stories became very strange rather than horrifying or erotic.
A gay man is kidnapped and sold to swamp people, who he learns to love.
A tryst goes horribly wrong -- and then weeds are involved.
Haunted by his dreams of a young child, a man seeks to discover a past life. In his searches he finds a strange house and a doll.
A continuation of part I, eventually leading to insanity, murder and mayhem.
Faced by a life-threatening situation, a man flees and ends up in a ghostly party. He soon finds that a ghost that has befriended him is really trying to keep him from love.
Saddened by his lovers shame over his small dick, a man joins a cult aiming at making dicks grow... leading to disastrous results.
What could be more noble, than being given the choice to die in order to save someone you care about?