Two Argentine men, strangers until now, meet up in a small apartment, their eyes filled with unspoken intentions. The room is filled with the scent of sweat and desire as they undress each other, hands exploring toned bodies. One is a lean, tanned flaco, the other a muscular, hairy rosarino. They exchange hungry kisses, their erections pressing against each other. With no words wasted, they get down to business. The flaco lubes up and mounts the rosarino, riding him bareback, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that builds with each thrust. The room fills with their grunts and moans, the sound of flesh on flesh, and the wet, sloppy sounds of raw sex.