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They're real men-quiet, rough around the edges, sometimes distant, but when their desire surfaces, it's visceral, undeniable. In Sex with the Law Professor, Manuel Garcia strips away pretense to reveal raw, masculine eroticism-set in locker rooms, hotel rooms, and classrooms where glances linger, silence weighs heavy, and tension crackles before the first touch. These aren't fantasies-they're collisions. Men against men, in body, in will, in need.
In the title story, a high school graduate embarks on his first trip abroad-a sun-drenched week in Greece. The class is small, the setting intimate. By a twist of fate, Franco ends up rooming with Dario, the one teacher who saw him, not just as a student, but as a young man ready to cross lines no syllabus ever covered. What follows is a slow-burning proximity-tight quarters, awkward silences, a shared bathroom with a translucent door-and the electric charge of something unspoken building between them.
That first night, the room was dim. The only sound: water dripping in the shower and the hum of an old radiator. I caught his reflection in the glass-bare-chested, shaving cream still clinging to his jaw. He turned slightly, said nothing, just looked. I didn't move. There was no need to speak.
Sometimes it takes silence to say what the body already knows.
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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.
They're real men-quiet, rough around the edges, sometimes distant, but when their desire surfaces, it's visceral, undeniable. In Sex with the Law Professor, Manuel Garcia strips away pretense to reveal raw, masculine eroticism-set in locker rooms, hotel rooms, and classrooms where glances linger, silence weighs heavy, and tension crackles before the first touch. These aren't fantasies-they're collisions. Men against men, in body, in will, in need.
In the title story, a high school graduate embarks on his first trip abroad-a sun-drenched week in Greece. The class is small, the setting intimate. By a twist of fate, Franco ends up rooming with Dario, the one teacher who saw him, not just as a student, but as a young man ready to cross lines no syllabus ever covered. What follows is a slow-burning proximity-tight quarters, awkward silences, a shared bathroom with a translucent door-and the electric charge of something unspoken building between them.
That first night, the room was dim. The only sound: water dripping in the shower and the hum of an old radiator. I caught his reflection in the glass-bare-chested, shaving cream still clinging to his jaw. He turned slightly, said nothing, just looked. I didn't move. There was no need to speak.
Sometimes it takes silence to say what the body already knows.