Preston Andrews, fresh from the dentist's chair, can't shake off the lingering sensation of the professional's hands in his mouth. Back home, he strips off his clothes, his cock already hardening at the memory. He sprawls on the bed, his hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking it slowly. The taste of mint from the dental rinse still lingers, heightening his senses. He imagines the dentist's hands on his cock, replacing his own, feeling the heat and the pulsating need. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He pictures the dentist's mouth on him, sucking him deep, and with a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto his stomach.