In the quiet of his room, the twink's mind wanders to his deepest fantasies. He pictures a lover, strong and dominant, pushing him against the wall, forcing his legs apart. His hand mimics this imaginary force, spreading his cheeks, exposing his hole. He spits into his palm, lubes up, and pushes a finger in, then two, fucking himself roughly. His other hand wraps around his cock, jerking it in time with his thrusts. He imagines the feel of his lover's cock, thick and veiny, stretching him open. He pulls his fingers out, replaces them with his tongue, rimming himself eagerly. He stands, turns, and bends over, presenting himself, ready for his imaginary lover to take him, to fill him, to make him cum.