The sound of running water echoes in the empty shower stall as Joshua Armstrong, a closeted gay man, indulges in a private moment. He starts by cleaning his massive, muscular chest, the soap suds trickling down his eight-pack abs. He lathers up his biceps, triceps, and delts, flexing and admiring his physique in the mirror, the steam clouding the glass as he loses himself in his own gay fantasies.