1903, Frank Charles Bostock, The Training of Wild Animals, page 115:
When the rash hunter came to see whether the bait had been touched, the lion sprang on him, preferring fresh man-meat to the bait inside the trap .
1911, James Cowan, The Adventures of Kimble Bent: A Story of Wild Life in the New Zealand Bush, pages 197-198:
Anticipating a good meal of salt pork, they fished up some of the meat. They found to their disgust that it was human flesh! — “Long-pig! ” Not being Hauhaus or cannibals, they dropped the man-meat —white man — back into the cask and stayed their hunger on good honest potatoes.
2009, Peter Allison, Don't Look Behind You!: A Safari Guide's Encounters with Ravenous Lions, Stampeding Elephants, and Lovesick Rhinos, page 4:
I had hoped that she [the lioness] would be so intent on her prey that she'd ignore me, or by some miracle not notice me at all, but the pig had been correct and she was forced to choose between bacon or man-meat.
When we made it back to the uniforms they were standing as far away from the mess of man-meat as they could. Two of them were arguing back and forth about the bear theory.
2013, Paul Murgatroyd, Mythical Monsters in Classical Literature, unnumbered page:
And this Cyclops is something of a gourmet: he fancies manmeat as a change from eating stags and lions, and he actually cooks his two Greek victims.
He received his cut, but those people were very miserly bastards, and the hell with them—he had man-meat. Sure, it was a little bit sweet, but with spices it was even tastier.
2020, Michael A. Stackpole, Shadowrun Legends: Wolf and Raven, unnumbered page:
The mouth of the alley didn't boast much of a crowd. The onlookers had all seen a dead body before. As this one had all its parts and wasn't famous, the gawkers had nothing to stare at. The fact that most of them were allergic to the strobing blue lights on top of the Lone Star cruiser knifed across the sidewalk and shining its headlights on the manmeat also helped thin the rabble.
Noun: "the flesh of a male human consumed as meat"[edit]
Tonya let her eyes return to the man-meat across the room. She tried to remember his name. Something foreign. Andre. No, Vincente. The guy had his own car repair shop. He looked like Ricky Martin.
[…] "You're not really going to go out on a date with that boring piece of man-meat, are you? I mean he's pretty and all, but talk about no personality. Besides, what about Trace?”
2011, Stephanie Bond, Kill the Competition, unnumbered page:
Eight floors down, a half-dozen shirtless men were stacking stone around the bases of newly planted trees. Blonds, brunettes, tall, stocky—it was a veritable smorgasbord of bronzed man-meat.
2011, Zubin J. Shroff, The Hoppers Romanov: An American Love Story, unnumbered page:
"Man-meat is out of bounds for you, right?" Sheela smacked his hand again. "And so is woman-meat for the time being. At least other-woman-meat."
But unlike the previous girl, this one made no bones about the fact that she was extremely interested in fixing herself a big, heaping helping of Puerto Rican man-meat.
So if that banging piece of man-meat wanted to hop on a white steed and save her from herself, well, who was she to object to that?
2016, Kate Siegel, Mother, Can You Not?, page 136:
[…] There's so much gorgeous manmeat at Princeton. What about Tim? Now that's the kind of sperminator I went after in college. Big hunky wrestler guy."
I stood there in my “dinky briefs", as Tom and Paul called them, which were crammed full of my hard-on, but they were quickly rolled down and my manmeat disappeared into Greg's hot mouth.
1985, personals ad, Bay Area Reporter, 10 January 1985, page 30:
Athletic hunk ready to put my manmeat to work on you.
1988, personals ad, Bay Area Reporter, 22 September 1988, page 41:
Take my manmeat, hot jock: show yr pits 'n' boy-butt!
1989, personals ad, Bay Area Reporter, 18 May 1989, page 49:
He let me blow him for three more hours. He didn’t leave, though, until | had drained his manmeat of all its tasty contents.
2007, H. A. Bender, "Free Delivery", in Boys on the Prowl (ed. John Patrick), page 81:
At the same time, his dick lunged deeper than ever down my gullet, and then he held the pose while his manmeat pulsated wildly in my throat, and I knew he was disgorging a massive cumload into the rubber.
[…] he didn't need groupies surrounding him every minute to make sure he didn't squeal. . . he needed bowie's ass. . . to sink his manmeat into and go... […]
2008, David M. Matthews, Every Man Sees You Naked: An Insider's Guide to How Men Think, unnumbered page:
Generously douse your chest and/or his manmeat with AstroGlide, KY, or any number of available oils or lotions, because nothing puts a damper on an amorous interlude like chaffed cleavage or a pecker with a friction burn.
2010, Kyle W. E. Osborn, '"Webster's Grove, unnumbered page:
He couldn't wait till that whore of an ex-girlfriend came home. He was going to reunite her with some prime-time, grade-A, choice-cut man-meat, he thought as he looked at her picture on an end table and grabbed himself sexually.
"Meh, well, he won, I didn't. Your sister's safe from my dirty man-meat."
2015, J. Mac McCafferty, Life Lessons Learned Down at the Pub: The Diary of a Barman, unnumbered page:
When I foiled his plan and went back to check on him I opened the door, he turned in my direction, penis in hand and shocked the shit out of me. Little Burt processed the biggest hunk of man-meat I think I ever saw.
2021, Lacy Wren, Naughty Night Club Hookup, page 9: