Disappointed by the lack of attendees at his impromptu gay party, Dr. Twink retreats to his office, his mind filled with the fantasies of the men he'd hoped to entertain. He strips naked, his body already reacting to the thoughts in his head. He sits on the edge of his desk, his hand wrapped around his thick, uncut cock. He strokes it slowly, his eyes closed, his imagination running wild. He can almost feel the hands of his uninvited guests on him, their mouths, their bodies. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breathing ragged. He comes with a low moan, his cum painting his office desk.