Dexter, a lanky, smooth twink, finds solace in his college dorm room, away from the prying eyes of his roommates. He strips down, his lithe body glistening, and begins to touch himself, his hand tracing the lines of his chest, down to his hardening cock. He's been craving this, the simple pleasure of his own touch. His strokes become firmer, his breath hitching as he imagines the hands on his body belong to someone else. His mind wanders, filling his dorm room with the echoes of his fantasies.