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Real men. Scratchy beards, strong hands, deep voices. In Manuel García's stories, desire arises from conflict and is fulfilled in the silence that follows a glance that lingers too long. There is no romance, only pure attraction-carnal, instinctive, virile. These are stories of bodies that recognize each other without the need for words, of men who seek other men and find in them a mirror of power, need, and freedom.In the story that gives the book its title, Bearded Men Who Love Bearded Men, a young man discovers an online group dedicated to his secret obsession: male beards. Among anonymous profiles and shared fantasies, an unexpected message lights a fuse that can no longer be extinguished. The encounter with Renato-a security guard with a perfect beard and a determined gaze-transforms desire into something concrete, rough, real.When I closed the door, I felt his breath on the back of my neck and his beard brushing my skin like a promise. He said nothing. He took me from behind, with the force of someone who had waited too long. Our beards sought each other out, mingled, until they merged in the warm taste of the kiss.In these pages there is no fiction or sweetness: only men, sweat, and that truth that arises when skin meets skin.A book that is not read: it is felt.