Yes, but it's a long walk

The class laughs as you lick your cum up from the floor. "Get it nice and clean, Mr. O'Malley," your professor says from behind you. You can taste the salty, sticky goo as you lap it up, your face burning. Eventually, she releases you. "That's enough Mr. O'Malley, you can waddle your way back to your seat now. I know it's hard for a gooner like you, but do try to keep your hands off yourself during my class. You can pull your pants up when you get back to your seat."

You do as you're told, feeling the compulsion of the Rulebook carrying you back up the steps, your limp dicklet bobbing as you hobble back to your chair. You don't even make it up the steps of the lecture hall before someone decides to take advantage of your position. As you walk, a hipster-looking girl in a flannel top pulls it open to flash you her tits. You can't help but stare, shuddering desperately as you try to hold off another orgasm at the sight of those perky mounds. You grunt pathetically as you start to lose the battle, face turning red. Your cock is hard almost immediately, and it doesn't take five seconds before you're shuddering on the stairs, knees trembling. "Oh God," you moan, showing off your hair trigger to the whole class as your dick starts spurting.

"Ewww! It got on me!"