Better than expected. It's like nobody could tell at all!

His clothes were hastily pulled on. His books were crammed into his bag. He grabbed a few spare granola bars in one hand and snagged his bag in the other. Barely sparing a few seconds to lock the dorm room door behind himself, Wolfram set off sprinting out of the dorm building then out to the sciences building.

His body immediately reminded him why he was more of a weightlifter than a cross-country runner. As good as his hastily-constructed, rote-made sling was, running around with thirty or forty extra pounds of liquid wasn't easy for any article of clothing. For that matter, it wasn't easy for him- all that movement nearly threw him off balance every step of the way.

He barreled down the campus sidewalks, dodging the few people who had the luxury of time. He slipped into the building and raced down the halls, eventually arriving at the lecture hall. Pulling the door open and stumbling inside, he found most of the eyes of the room were turned to him, pre-class discussions paused, the professor still scribbling the last of the lesson's formulas.

Wolfram glanced up at the digital clock and a smile crossed his face: 7:59. He'd made it!

He blinked, and the clock flipped over to 8:00. After a second of realization, he scrambled up the steps on the side of the room, taking a seat at the back that gave him a bit of privacy.

There was more than one reason for him to do this. Sure, he didn't want to **** anyone with his potential stench (not that he could tell), but also because of another reason he didn't like running.

All that movement he faced getting to class wasn't just throwing him off balance. Now that he was sitting down and could focus on it, he felt himself growing hard, his dick responding to the unwanted stimulation. Thankfully, he had at least done a basic job of wrapping his cock to his chest, keeping it from flopping around and being easily noticeable, but now it was gradually creeping up to his collarbone as it hardened. He had hit several close calls in the past, as it stretched just far enough to be visible to him if he glanced down (but thankfully remained covered to everyone else).

Wolfram reached down into his bag and pulled out his pencil and notebook just as he finished getting hard. He started taking notes, desperately trying to pay attention to the lesson and ignore the heat his cock gave off and how it throbbed needily.