My New Love by Manuel García is a raw and unapologetic collection of gay erotic short stories about men as they are—strong, virile, silent when they need to be, rough when they want to be. There is no sweetness here, no safe distance: only the pulse of desire rising in the heat of real encounters, where a glance, a word, or a brush of skin can turn into something dangerous, urgent, unforgettable. These are stories of tension and surrender, of bodies that collide and give in, of the unspoken that presses harder than any kiss.
The title story, My New Love, unfolds in the heavy summer air of southern France, at a quiet campsite where everything seems ordinary—until it isn’t. Between swimming pools, nights at the bar, and long days of heat, friendship blurs into something else. For the first time, desire hits like a blow, shaking certainties and rewriting boundaries.
I watched him light his cigarette, his lips curling around the paper as if they had always been meant for something better. His eyes—blue, sharp, merciless—caught mine, and I froze, caught between fear and hunger. A laugh slipped from his throat, low and knowing, a laugh that set fire to my chest. We sat close, too close, hidden from the others by the trees, and the air was thick, scorching. He made me hotter than the sun itself, and I couldn’t tell anymore if I wanted to run or fall into him.
This is not pornography. It is virile eroticism, stripped bare and unapologetic. Stories where men want men, in all the ways that matter. Stories that leave you restless, throbbing, and wanting more.
