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Men who speak little, but say everything with a look. Bodies that carry weight, heat, and hunger. Manuel García's stories are charged with the kind of masculinity that burns in silence and bursts in sudden contact-skin against skin, strength against strength. These are tales of virile eroticism, never sentimental, always carnal, where men want men with all the urgency of flesh and need.The title story, A Man in Love, unfolds in Seville in the suffocating heat of July. Mariano, restless and driven by desire, follows the pull of a memory: Jesús, the rugged bus driver from Cádiz with a broad back, gray temples, and an air of married secrecy. What begins as a handshake in the shadow of the Barqueta bridge quickly spirals into a collision of bodies and instincts, in a place as raw as the passion itself: the back of an empty tourist bus, engine off, air conditioning humming.The first bite takes him by surprise-Jesús's mouth hard and demanding, Mariano's body pinned against the seat. Shirts fall, muscles shine with sweat, the confined air fills with the sharp scent of arousal. Cocks strain, hands grip, mouths devour. Nothing polite, nothing restrained-just two men claiming each other with hunger, urgency, and the weight of what cannot be spoken in daylight.This is not pornography. It is something fiercer: a world of men and their secrets, their strength, their lust. Encounters that leave marks-on the body, on the memory, on the soul.Desire begins in silence. It ends with no return.