Cinha Boa's security guard, a parrecudo himself, can't help but lust after the fresh, young travecos that frequent the market. He's seen it all, but these boys, with their smooth skin and eager eyes, are a temptation he can't resist. Today, he spots a viado, ripe and ready, and the guard's cock hardens in his uniform. He strides over, his authoritative presence commanding attention, and begins to proposition the boy, his voice low and hungry, promising a ride the young man won't soon forget.