It's hard enough wearing a skirt to school most of the time, especially with the more liberal guys and adventurous girls giving your ass more attention than may be desired. You add in the hormones that any guy might have, along with a long study-hall period, and it's a recipe for disaster, especially for a guy like Koekje.

It's taking too long today, frustratingly enough. He's running late, and seems to be on edge for an awfully long time. Aggravation wells up in the teen lizard's chest, and tears are forming at the corners of his eyes, and at the rate things are going, he's gonna get caught. Still, it's too stiff, too aching for him to ignore, let alone would he try to stuff the massive pole back into his panties without cumming, first.

The sound of footsteps echo outside the closet he's taken over for his impure purpose, and fear and potential humiliation push Koekje's feelings of frustration to the boiling point, fingers cramping, back arching. The twist of the doorknob, the burn of embarrassment well up inside, a point of pressure behind the eyes and a pit in the stomach-- "No, don't..."

As a crack of outside light falls upon him, a groan involuntarily splutters past his lips, the lizard's unusual ears flicking back. Half turning in reflex to the intrusion, Koekje finds himself unable to properly hide, a paroxysm of pleasure contorting his spine into a hunched over position of shame and ecstasy. Cum sprays from his painfully tense shaft against the wall, just as the school janitor starts to shout.

"What the fu---"