Name: Sex in the Park: Explicit Gay Erotic Short Stories for Men (Hot and Sexy) (en Inglés)
SKU: 66248425
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Author: García, Manuel
ISBN: 9788397692107

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Sex in the Park: Explicit Gay Erotic Short Stories for Men (Hot and Sexy) (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Editorial

Publishdrive

Autor

García, Manuel

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

21x14.8x0.4 cm

ISBN13

9788397692107

Sex in the Park: Explicit Gay Erotic Short Stories for Men (Hot and Sexy) (en Inglés)

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In Sex in the Park, Manuel García strips desire down to its rawest form: tense glances, charged silences, and encounters born from power, risk, and the heavy press of bodies in motion. These are stories of real men-sometimes rough, often quiet-who do not ask for permission to want. Lust simmers in the margins: in locker rooms, on dark paths, between strangers who speak more with their hands than their mouths. In the title story, a man in his late twenties discovers the thrill of being watched. Under the knowing gaze of his older lover, he learns how far his need can stretch when strangers enter the scene. One dusky afternoon in a city park, a routine game of seduction takes an unexpected turn-when a young cyclist pauses, hidden behind a tree, drawn in by the quiet choreography of two men unashamed. The bench was warm from the day's heat, but his palms were hotter. He tugged my waistband down just enough for the wind to touch my skin-cool, deliberate. I sat straddling him, back bare, my chest against his. From the corner of my eye, I saw the boy watching. Still. Silent. But no longer hiding. My hips shifted. Giulio unzipped his pants, and my breath caught-not from shame, but from wanting to be seen. In the hush of the trees, the world narrows to sweat, breath, and the sound of a zipper undone.