Manuel García writes of men as they are—solid, rough, sometimes silent, sometimes cruel, but always real. His stories unfold in the weight of everyday life: beaches at dusk, crowded apartments, locker rooms, hotel bathrooms. Desire emerges not from fantasy, but from glances, sweat, conflict, and the sudden, undeniable urge of one man for another. This is not pornography—it is raw, virile eroticism where flesh, smell, and silence say more than words.
At the heart of the collection lies Beautiful Inside. A man reflects on the cruel split between inner and outer beauty, convinced he belongs to the first category—clever, sensitive, but overlooked. His irony hides frustration: if the world worships only the beautiful outside, what is left for men like him? And yet, one night, philosophy gives way to skin, to the reality of being desired and desiring, of proving that even those branded “ugly” can ignite the fire of lust.
In the shadow of a shuttered bar, his body pressed against the wall, he feels a stranger’s hand slide down his chest. There are no compliments, no sweet words—just the hard bulge of cock meeting cock, the smell of sweat, the scrape of stubble against skin. He had spent years calling himself beautiful inside, but here, in the silence broken only by breath, there is no inside or outside. There is only flesh, urgent and undeniable.
Beautiful Inside leaves behind the comfort of easy fantasies. Its stories capture what happens when men collide in the raw truth of desire—when the unsaid becomes touch, when bodies betray secrets, and when lust proves stronger than masks. They end, like a look that lingers too long, with the echo of something unfinished, waiting to happen again.
