Real men. Bodies that speak of life, work, journeys traveled, and silences held. In these pages, Manuel García recounts male eroticism with a raw and sincere voice—without embellishment, without pretense. Desire arises where it shouldn't, grows in fear, and ignites in contact, in confrontation, in a glance that lasts a second too long. It is an eroticism that burns inside even before it burns on the skin.
In the main story, My Discovery, it all begins as a friendship. Two boys, the same age, the same job, the same restlessness. Between jokes, silences, and shared nights, the line between affection and attraction thins until it disappears. All it takes is a page of a book, a bed that is too narrow, a hand that brushes against and never stops. And from that moment on, nothing will ever be the same again.
The room was dark, my breath short. I pretended to be asleep, but every fiber of my body was tense. I felt his movement, slow, decisive. His hand found mine, and in that silent gesture I understood everything: there was no more room for pretense, nor for turning back.
La Mia Scoperta is a journey into masculine eroticism and the truth of desire.
No idealization, no shame—just men who seek each other, find each other, and then have to deal with what they have ignited.
Because once desire is revealed, it never returns to the shadows.
