As the days of isolation stretch on, our lonely lad turns to his 'pija-poronga' for comfort. He spends hours in a state of 'paja-corrida', his 'jalar' becoming a familiar, rhythmic dance. His room is a testament to his 'corrida', the walls bearing the sticky evidence of his 'cumshot' sessions. Yet, he's far from satisfied, his hunger for more than just his own touch growing with each passing day. Will he find release in the arms of another, or will his 'soloboy' cravings consume him? Only time, and perhaps a lucky 'chateo', will tell.