Men who live by their bodies. Men who don’t talk much — they act.

In Man’s Daily Life, Manuel García strips desire down to its sinew and sweat. These seven stories are not about romance or fantasy, but about flesh meeting flesh in the hard light of the real world. In garages, ports, and hotel rooms, men collide — driven by hunger, defiance, or sheer need. Each encounter is physical, unvarnished, and true: virile eroticism told in a language of glances, gestures, and breath. This is sex as survival, as recognition, as power.

“Back to France”, the story that gives the book its pulse, follows Damien on a tense journey home — a journey through the bodies and silences of men who live by their own codes. From the humid docks of the Congo River to the cracked highways of Angola, desire lurks beneath the surface of sweat and diesel fumes. On a two-day drive to Luanda, he shares a cramped truck cab with Pope, a man who speaks little but whose eyes weigh everything.

Between them, the air thickens — the scent of oil, heat, and something unspoken.

When Pope finally breaks the silence, his voice is calm, almost casual:

“So tell me… were you one of Omar’s engineers? Or one of those who whore for him?”

The question hangs in the air like smoke. Damien meets his gaze, knowing that the answer — whichever one he gives — will change what happens next.

Raw, direct, and unsentimental, Man’s Daily Life captures the secret rhythm of male desire — the rough tenderness born from challenge, danger, and need.

When the engines stop and the lights go out, what remains is the pulse of the body — steady, heavy, alive.