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These are not stories of fantasy-they are stories of men. Real men: silent, rough-edged, virile. Men who do not talk about desire but live it, in sweat, in heat, in the accidental friction of bodies that cannot avoid each other. Manuel García captures those moments when conflict becomes attraction, when a glance burns heavier than words, when the unsaid explodes into flesh. This is not pornography: it is the naked pulse of eroticism between men.At the center of this collection stands A Man with Desires. A hot Sunday in Cádiz, a family outing to the crowded beach at Chipiona. Beneath the ordinary rituals-umbrellas, small talk, and swims in the surf-runs another current: the unexpected encounter with Iván, the mechanic. Older, broader, rougher now than memory recalls, but his presence calls back a shared history, a tension never forgotten, a hunger that time has only sharpened.The sun burns overhead, the sand clings to our skin. He greets me with an ease that hides nothing, his chest damp with sweat, his eyes fixed on mine as if we were already alone. My brother's voice fades into background noise, the crowd disappears. It is just his hand gripping mine, firm and familiar, and the rush of heat that rises from the place where our bodies almost touch. The sea wind carries salt, and with it the weight of everything unsaid between us.Encounters like these do not announce themselves. They strike, they overwhelm, they leave their mark. Desire walks beside us, silent, waiting to seize the moment.