Manuel García’s men don’t talk much. They don't need to. Their bodies speak—through glances, gestures, heat that builds without warning. Sex on Vacation is a collection of carnal, grounded stories about virile men in real places, where friction breeds desire and tension flares into physical need. These are not fantasies—they’re encounters etched in sweat, salt, and silence.
In the title story, a summer escape takes an unexpected turn. After nine days of wild abandon in Palma de Mallorca, Daniele finds himself on the Calabrian coast, soaking in quiet days with his family. The hotel is sleepy, the rhythm slow. But on the third day, under a pale August sun, he hears his name called across the beach. No one in sight—until a message lights up his phone. It’s Santi, someone from his past, someone he hadn’t expected to see again. Someone he had never touched, but had thought about more than once.
He answers, smiling at the screen.
“Are you spying on me?”
Santi replies: “We’re ten minutes away.”
That night, the air is thick with heat and something unspoken. The buzz of cicadas, the echo of the sea. A knock on the hotel door. And suddenly, the past is no longer memory—it’s here, now, asking to be let in.
Because sometimes, desire doesn’t wait. It follows you. And when it finds you, it doesn’t ask.
