The soloboy, a self-proclaimed loser, retreats to his dimly lit room, his small cock already hard and leaking. He removes his clothes, his skin prickling with excitement. He spits on his palm, wrapping it around his small dick, stroking it slowly, building up a rhythm. He moans, his body writhing as he fantasizes about bigger, meaner cocks using him, making him their bitch. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. He feels his orgasm building, his balls tingling, his small dick throbbing. With a final, desperate stroke, he cums, his small cock pulsing, his body convulsing as he coats his hand and sheets with his sticky, white load.