Dave Gee, alone in the hotel bathroom, finds solace in the warmth of the shower. His hands explore his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, pausing to appreciate the fullness of his ass. He turns around, facing the wall, and spreads his cheeks. The water from the showerhead streams down, hitting his hole, making it twitch. He reaches back, his fingers dancing around his entrance, teasing himself before pushing inside.