The sun beat down on Copacabana Beach, turning the sand into a golden furnace.
Miguel lounged on his towel with his friends. He laughed at their jokes and sipped a cold caipirinha, but his eyes kept drifting down the beach. He had come out today with one clear intention: he needed dick. No games. No waiting around.
Further down the shore, a group of guys played with a beach ball. They shouted and laughed as they volleyed it back and forth. One stood out immediately: tall, powerfully built, with deep black skin glistening under sweat and sunscreen. Every jump made his tight swim shorts shift. Miguel couldn’t miss the heavy, thick outline of his cock bouncing freely inside. The sight sent a hot spark straight through him.
Miguel set his drink down. He stood up, brushed the sand off his gray shorts, and smirked at his friends. “I’ll be back.” He walked toward the game without waiting for a reply.
He timed it perfectly. The ball flew toward him after a missed volley. Miguel caught it smoothly and tossed it back with a casual flick. The guy turned, breathing hard. Their eyes met.
“Nice catch,” he said, flashing a wide grin as he jogged over.
Miguel smiled back. He let his gaze linger.
“You guys are putting on a good show. That jump you just did? Impressive. Got the whole beach watching.”
The man chuckled and wiped sweat from his brow. “Thanks. I’m Renan. You play?”
“Sometimes.” Miguel stepped closer. His eyes traveled slowly down Renan’s body: broad shoulders, thick arms, defined abs shining in the sun, and that heavy bulge still swinging slightly in his shorts. “But right now I’m more interested in the view.”
He reached out without hesitation. His hand ran appreciatively over Renan’s bicep, then slid down to trace the hard ridges of his stomach. The skin felt hot and smooth.
“Damn… you’re sexy as hell,” Miguel murmured, voice low and confident. His eyes flicked back up to meet Renan’s. “That body is ridiculous.”
Renan’s grin widened. He clearly enjoyed how direct this curly-haired guy was being. His gaze dropped to Miguel’s thick thighs and the way his gray shorts hugged the fat, bouncy curve of his ass. “You don’t waste time, do you?”
Miguel shrugged. Their bodies were almost touching now. “When I see what I want, I go for it.”
Renan laughed softly, intrigued. “And what exactly is it you want?”