Conceal, don't feel, don't let her know

He needed Christine!

His cock twitched!

No, not that way! He needed her - to help him improve his grades.

Still, he remembered the way that Devon and Clark had watched and succumbed to his monster.

How would Christine react to his stunning spear of meat?
Would she succumb like his classmates in the shower?
Or would she stay strong, and take charge? Scold him, for his neglect, for jerking off? And punish him?

Adam shuddered. Another big drop of precum fell down to the ground.

But no, he needed Christine to help him learn and to pass these courses. If he failed them, his life would become hell!
He had to calm down, to stop feeling so aroused. He had to hide his towering wood, he needed to conceal it!
He couldn't let Christine know. But how? Adam at last had an idea, how he could obscure his terrifying pole despite its hardness:

Instead of attempting the impossible by trying to squeeze his fully erect monster inside some jeans, Adam tried a different approach:
He pulled off his shirt (his last piece of clothing), and then grabbed a large towel and his bathrobe out of his wardrobe. He pressed his throbbing cock against his stomach, and before he put on his bathrobe as well, he managed to wrap the towel around his waist and the shaft on his stomach, hoping for an additional layer of defense, to hide his shaft from view, in case the bathrobe should shift or slip out of place.
When he tied the robe tightly he gasped. He could clearly feel the pressure on the base of his shaft, a pressure that never existed before, that he never had felt before, when his penis still had been its original small size.

Adam then glanced at the mirror in the corner of his room, confirming that his improved manhood was hidden reasonably well, and decided that this had to do. He hoped that Christine wouldn't question him, that she accepted his excuse, that he was just going to take a shower. Why shouldn't she? Well except that he appeared to be a lousy liar, and that Christine always managed to see right through him... Still, what choice did he have?

He walked down the stairs towards the door, and although he could feel the strain of his immense boner with every step, when Adam reached and opened the front door, the towel and cord of the bathrobe held his member still firmly in place.