Jay's solitude in his Wisconsin home has driven him to desperate measures. His "soloboy" routine has become a monotonous dance of self-pleasure, his hand a poor substitute for the warmth and tightness he craves. His room, a shrine to his loneliness, mirrors his empty life. He strokes himself furiously, his breath hitching as he nears release, but it's not enough. He needs a pussy, a real, throbbing, wet pussy to fill the void inside him.