You didn't know what was happening with your dormmate. He'd taken spring break down south. Ever since returning, he seemed obsessed with being as rural as possible, but not how you expected. It started with the ballcap he now wore everywhere, covering his consistently shaven head. He had been so proud of his hair before, you could have never imagined him being a skinhead. He wasn't originally from the south, but had adopted a southern drawl that you didn't know how he could have picked up so fast. He'd quickly grown out a scruffy beard that had a dusty color, and from what you could tell, it matched the body hair you saw forming under his clothes.
You didn't need to guess once he completely stopped wearing anything in your room. He now looked years older than when you first met him, but nobody else seemed to care. You didn't know how he could have changed almost overnight, but even stranger than his appearance was his change in attitude. He'd previously been a hardass scholar, never caring about anything but his grades, but now he had the friendliness of southern hospitality.
He was much more easier to talk to, but with his now hollow voice and dim eyes it was never anything deep. You never saw him going to class anymore, instead spending the entire day laying about almost as if waiting for you to return. You'd started avoiding the dorm, worried something would happen the way he looked at you with the stare of a farm animal. Finally one morning it did when you woke up to find his mouth around your cock.