He can't wait until class to get his fix. With a quick look around to ensure no one's home, he locks his door and whips out his cock. He's rock hard, pre-cum already beading at the tip. He spits on his hand and starts stroking, his hips bucking as he imagines plunging into tight, wet pussy. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently. He's close, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He picks up the pace, fucking his hand until he's groaning, his cum shooting out, coating his hand and stomach. He wipes it off, smiles to himself, and heads off to school, ready to face the day.