Juniorceidf's camera lingers on the sweat-slicked skin of Brazilian gay men, their bodies entwined in the throes of passion. The Cueca dance may be their excuse to touch, but it's the fire in their loins that drives them. They rut like animals, their moans drowned out by the pulsating rhythm of samba. The scent of sex hangs heavy in the air, a testament to their unbridled hunger for each other.