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In Sex in Germany, Manuel Garcia delivers a raw, masculine collection of gay erotic stories where tension breeds heat and desire emerges unannounced-in locker rooms, on street corners, across language barriers. These are stories of real men: muscular, awkward, bold, or silent-but all burning with a hunger that finds its release in stolen glances, rough touches, and wordless understanding. There is no room here for sentiment-only the sweat of bodies, the friction of need, and the gravity of what isn't said.
The title story follows a quiet eighteen-year-old on a five-week school trip through Europe-restless, unsure, and aching for something unnamed. It's in Germany that he finds it: in the easy smile of a young local guide, all muscle, golden tan, and dimples like bait. Their banter is broken, the language awkward, but the connection is unmistakable.
It was after midnight, the rain coming down hard. We ran under the downpour, laughing, soaked, our coats pulled over our heads. At the hotel steps, he pressed his hand against my lower back-firm, like a claim-and leaned close. The light caught the water on his face. He smelled like earth and sweat and something I'd never known I needed. He hugged me. Said "Good night." And held on a second too long.
Two nights later, he wouldn't let go.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
In Sex in Germany, Manuel Garcia delivers a raw, masculine collection of gay erotic stories where tension breeds heat and desire emerges unannounced-in locker rooms, on street corners, across language barriers. These are stories of real men: muscular, awkward, bold, or silent-but all burning with a hunger that finds its release in stolen glances, rough touches, and wordless understanding. There is no room here for sentiment-only the sweat of bodies, the friction of need, and the gravity of what isn't said.
The title story follows a quiet eighteen-year-old on a five-week school trip through Europe-restless, unsure, and aching for something unnamed. It's in Germany that he finds it: in the easy smile of a young local guide, all muscle, golden tan, and dimples like bait. Their banter is broken, the language awkward, but the connection is unmistakable.
It was after midnight, the rain coming down hard. We ran under the downpour, laughing, soaked, our coats pulled over our heads. At the hotel steps, he pressed his hand against my lower back-firm, like a claim-and leaned close. The light caught the water on his face. He smelled like earth and sweat and something I'd never known I needed. He hugged me. Said "Good night." And held on a second too long.
Two nights later, he wouldn't let go.