This is a rare and vintage TARGET STUDIOS / FALCON STUDIOS publication titled STORYTIME by ETIENNE #2, featuring two short stories illustrated by ETIENNE / STEPHEN titled "SUBWAY SAVAGES" written by JEFF KINCAID and "SAILOR BEWARE" written by ETIENNE/STEPHEN. All pictures are suitable for framing. This magazine was produced in 1986 using heavy stock paper. It is oversized at 8-1/2” x 11”. It is still in UNREAD condition. This item is DEADSTOCK and the original distributor never sold it; it has been in storage for over 40 years.

__SUBWAY SAVAGES __
"By the time Mark Holton was 18 he wasn't much scared of anything: he was big, man. 204 pounds of rock-hard muscle beneath tanned, velvet-smooth skin, the body perfectly proportioned. Perfectly. We're talking about an unblemished square-jawed face surrounded by a mane of neatly designed hair, blue eyes; we're talking about a thick football player's neck curving out onto sculpted shoulders setting off a vee-shaped torso which tapered down to a washboard waist. The fact is, Mark did play college football-_he was also on the swimming team (diving)-and on top of all that, straight A's. God damn, straight As.

Speaking of straight, the dude was A in that department, too, a real cunt-man from the time he was that big-for-his-age 14 and his sexy Aunt Maudie-But that's another story. Our story has to do with what happened to this fearless hunk a couple of weeks ago. I mean, man, the rumors are true. They are all fucking true. And in a way I can't say l'm real sorry, either the prick was asking for it. Yeah, it's one thing to be Mr. Big and Brave; it's another to go strutting into the ol' lion's den without taking a few elementary pre-cautions.

But Mark Holton, he says, hey, feel my muscle, baby: this here bulge is all the "precaution" I need! Who cares how many dudes've had their assholes handed to 'em down there in the subway -if that's the quickest way to get home that's the way to go!

Mark's a big business guy these days, two years out of college, real gung-ho about sales. The way he hustled on the field, he'll tell you, that's the way you hustle in the real world. Go anywhere to get that contract signed, and "anywhere" means the dark, industrial section of town in the middle of the night sometimes. Usually he'll va-room over in his snazzy sports convertible but, as it happens, this particular night the damn thing was down for parts, one of those last-minute breakdowns. You and me, we would've taken a taxi if it was too late in the evening to check out a rental car; we'd have called for a second cab from the warehouse after we got the John Hancock on the dotted line.

Our boy? Big brave Mark who mowed them down on the thirty yard line and fired those bullets into the end zone? You think he's going to wait for the fucking cab company to radio a taxi over? You know how much time that could be, just finding a driver with balls enough to head…”

Due to recent delivery issues with the USPS I now ship all magazines, digests and paperback books via Priority Mail. Up to $100 of insurance is included in this price. I’m selling my collection of vintage 1950-1980s gay pulp paperback novels, pictorial & hardcore magazines, physique photography, magazines, artwork & other LGBTQ ephemera.