Eyes glassy and dilated, the teen boy locks his bedroom door, his heart pounding with anticipation. He's alone, high, and horny, a dangerous combination that's become his guilty pleasure. His hand, shaky with excitement, pulls down his pants, revealing his stiff, ready cock. He strokes it slowly, savoring the sensation, his other hand trailing up his thigh, teasing his balls. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip tight, his fist a poor substitute for the real thing. But it's all he has, and he uses it, fucking his hand until he's gasping, his cock pulsing, his cum leaking out, staining his sheets.