Manuel García: A Week in Senegal, Kartoniert / Broschiert

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These are stories of men-real, flesh-and-blood men. Silent or direct, rough or restrained, yet always driven by the fire of desire that rises in sweat, in conflict, in the brush of skin. Manuel García writes of virile eroticism without sentiment, where men test each other, conquer each other, and surrender only to the pull of raw need.

At the heart of this collection lies A Week in Senegal. What begins with late-night chats across continents turns into a meeting on African soil-a journey of flesh, secrecy, and hunger. From the dusty roads of Dakar to the shell islands of Joal Fadiou, encounters unfold in the heat: a young man's eager mouth in the back of a truck, a brother's silent intrusion in the shadows of a hut, a friendship turning into a force neither can resist.

The night air is heavy, the smell of sweat and sex lingers. Yao pulls me against him, his cock pressing hard under his tunic. He doesn't ask, he takes. The rhythm of his body against mine is relentless, brutal, intoxicating. Touba's mouth is on me at the same time, his tongue fighting mine, his hand gripping me tighter. I am caught between brothers, between power and submission, devoured by the very heat of Africa.

These stories are not about pornography. They are about virility, desire, and men stripped bare of excuses. Bodies marked by sweat, glances heavy with challenge, encounters that leave an aftertaste of salt, musk, and memory.

The week is over-but the echo of it never leaves.