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The Amatory Experiences of a Surgeon was an erotica novella by the Scottish writer James Campbell Reddie (1807-78) writing as “James Campbell”. It was posthumously published in 1881, printed in Moscow “for the Nihilists” according to its title page, but really published by Auguste Brancart  in Amsterdam.[1] The setting is apparently in England.[2]

Despite the heterosexual character of all of the novella excepting the passage which follows, the author was apparently boysexual.[3]



The unnamed narrator was the bastard son of the wealthy Lord L---, a young womaniser by one of his mistresses, whom he discarded once he was tired of them. She died, but “whatever may have been [Lord L---‘s] errors, among his redeeming points must be reckoned his care of his illegitimate child.”

After my mother’s death I was sent to a boarding school, and at the age of fourteen had grown a tall, well-made and genteel looking youth.

Reddie. Amatory EXperiences of a Surgeon

It is needless to say, that it was here, in the society of other lads, many of whom were my seniors, that I was first made acquainted with all that is necessary for men to know in a theoretical point of view; of practice with the opposite sex, I knew nothing, but my ardent imagination pictured ecstasies, which fell but little short of the reality, and which was further assisted in its expanded ideas by the scenes we boys enacted among ourselves.

All that we could do we did, and we gave each other as much amusement, as we knew how to administer.

It was no uncommon thing for us to wander into other boys’ beds, and each taking in his hand the warm, half stiffened little member of the other, to produce by pleasing friction, that overflow which, feeble substitute as it was, caused us so much enjoyment.

Often too, would one of the bigger boys wantonly insert his glowing affair within the lips of some fair-haired youngster, and there lie and permit himself to be titillated in the most agreeable manner possible.

These pastimes were so common that we scarcely ever passed a night without the repetition of some of them.

I was not fully initiated into all the mysterious practices of the elder boys till my sixteenth birthday, when they admitted me as a member of the upper-class, as all above that age styled themselves. Their custom was that each lad on attaining the age of sixteen had to give the upper-class a banquet, to inaugurate his admission amongst their privileged circle.

My particular chum, Bob Ferguson, had for some time whispered to me when he played with my prick, that there was a great surprise in store for me on my birthday.

Well, at last the momentous night arrived, and being the best provided boy in the school, (as to pocket-money), thanks to the liberality of my father, we had a really splendid banquet, which they all declared quite eclipsed any previous affair of the sort.

On those occasions our master, usually a strict disciplinarian, generally gave us permission to enjoy ourselves, and make as much noise, or have what fun we liked in the big boys’ room. Little could he have ever dreamed of the excesses that were actually enacted at these birthday feasts.

Boys Own Paper The 1884 04 26 2 dtl
The Boys' Own Paper, 26 April 1884

After stuffing ourselves with cold game-pie, tarts, and champagne, the real business of my installation commenced by all stripping off their clothes.

Even now my soul thrills as I recall to mind that room full of handsome naked youths, several of them as handsome as Adonis himself, some of the eldest having quite a beautiful growth of silky hair ornamenting their pricks, and my readers may be sure that inflamed as we were with feasting and wine, the sight of each other's charms made everyone rampant and ready for action.

A couple of them now began to handle my tool, gently frigging and pulling back the foreskin as they passed their hands up and down the stiffened shaft; next they proceeded to anoint it with some pomade, and one of the biggest boys presenting his bottom as he stooped forward on a chair, they made me shove into him, till I was fairly in. The delicious warmth of the tight sheath which held me was so exciting, that without further instructions I fucked him as naturally as possible, clinging tightly to him with my arms, and thoroughly enjoying it.

Presently the captain of the class, a fine, handsome youth of eighteen, attacked me in the rear, but being well lubricated, although the pricking pain attending his first insertion was rather sharp, he was soon in full possession, and my double position of fucker and fuckee soon drove me almost mad with delight. I seemed to spend my juice again and again every time; he delighted me with his warm overflow in my bottom. At last I fairly fainted from excess of emotion and when I came to myself found I was lying on one of the beds with Bob Ferguson’s cock in my mouth, whilst the captain was deliciously sucking my reinvigorated tool.

What an orgy of lust we enacted that night! It seemed to me heavenly at the time, and even now as I write these lines my old cock stands at the remembrance of it.

Soon after this I left school, preparatory to commencing the career of life, which had been marked out for me; but after a while, finding the occupation of dispensing medicine too irksome, I obtained the permission of my noble parent to study for the medical profession.

The rest of the book consists of the narrator’s adventures as a country surgeon with females only of thirteen and upwards.


[1] Patrick J. Kearney, The Erotic Library of Charles Reginald Dawes, Santa Rosa, California, 2016, p. 28. [Website footnote]

[2] The only reference to a real place is that the narrator studied at The Royal College of Surgeons in London (p. 5) [Website footnote]

[3] The evidence for this is presented in a separate article, James Campbell Reddie and the Margate Boy, 1876.