Casey Durst, a nomad in both body and soul, drifts from one motel to another, his eyes haunted by unquenched desires. In the stark, cold light of a generic room, he bares himself, his cock rock hard and aching. He pumps it vigorously, his mind a carousel of faceless lovers, their moans and touch tormenting him. His breath ragged, he finally finds release, his cum painting the sheets, a lonely, unsatisfying end to another night of wandering lust.