Poor Drew finds himself locked out of his hotel room, stranded in the hallway with nothing but his thoughts and his throbbing erection. With a sigh, he leans against the wall, sliding his hand down his smooth, tattooed chest and into his pants. His mind races with images of his recent gay encounters, and he strokes his growing cock, remembering the feel of another man's lips wrapped around it. As he picks up the pace, his breath hitches, and he's just about to finish when a maintenance worker rounds the corner, catching Drew mid-act.