Manuel García writes about men the way they are: raw, virile, unapologetically masculine. These stories strip away pretense and go straight to the flesh, where sweat, tension, and silence speak louder than words. Desire rises not from romance but from challenge, friction, and the sharp edge of need.
The title story captures a moment where lust, love, and memory collide. Kylian and Damien share a forbidden intimacy, their bodies tangled in heat and hunger—until the sudden return of Marcus, Kylian’s first love, throws them into a storm of passion and conflict.
Cigarette smoke still lingered in the room when Damien pressed me down on the bed, his tongue claiming every inch of my skin. My cock throbbed in his mouth, his fingers opening me up with a rhythm that made me moan louder, lose control—until the sharp ring at the door shattered everything. I ran down, half-dressed, heart pounding. And there he was: Marcus. The same scar, the same eyes, the same hunger. His lips crashed into mine, and in an instant I was pinned to the floor, his body on mine. Behind him, Damien stood frozen at the stairs.
These are stories where men confront themselves through each other’s bodies. Where loyalty, lust, and power entwine. Where desire never comes gently—it arrives relentless.
