Manuel García writes of men without masks: hard, physical, often silent, sometimes rough. These are stories of encounters that happen in the raw light of reality—on beaches, in cabins, in locker rooms. Desire here is born of flesh, of strength, of challenge. It is not tender, not sweet—it is carnal, urgent, and real.
The title story follows a journey to Abidjan, driven not by curiosity but by hunger. Damien has come to Ivory Coast in search of something he cannot find elsewhere: cocks bigger than anything he has ever taken. On the beach, under the burning sun, he meets Lamine—a man whose body embodies everything he came for. The encounter is not a seduction but a test, a clash between desire and fear, between the need to submit and the risk of being split apart.
His cock was not just big—it was monumental, hanging heavy against his thigh, black skin stretched over thick veins, the swollen head gleaming with heat. I touched it, felt it pulse, and my throat tightened. Reason told me to back away, but the ache in my ass told me otherwise. When I slid my lips over the huge glans, gagging as it pressed deep into my throat, I knew there was no turning back. He was going to destroy me, and I wanted it.
Man Pleasures. 5 is virile eroticism at its most uncompromising: the smell of sweat, the weight of bodies, the silence before surrender.
