Alex's Game

About half an hour into the exam, Alex raised his hand to attract someone's attention. Since I happened to be standing closest to him, I walked over to his desk.

As soon as the exam had started I'd been suspicious of him. The way he'd glanced around the exam room and leered over at me when he saw that I was one of the invigilators. I just knew he was going to try and disrupt things by asking dumb-ass questions or making pointless requests for unnecessary stationery or something.

One of his tosser mates was in the seat in front of him; another was a couple of feet to his side. He bound to start pissing around.

Who the fuck designs these seating plans anyway? Where are their brains...?

"Yes, Alex?"

He grinned up at me. "May I go to the toilet, Mr Hargreves, sir?"

Mr fucking Hargreves, sir. Since when has he showed any respect for me? Smarmy little wanker.

His mate to the left sniggered.

I glared at Alex and then feigned an unpleasant smile. "Of course."

So this was going to be his game. Asking to go to the toilet every ten minutes.

He stood up, his shirt hanging out from his school trousers which were halfway down his backside. His school tie was yanked down so that the knot was level with his chest.

I could easily have made a fuss about correct school uniform - make him publicly smarten himself up - but I thought I'd leave it. Keep it in the bag to give me something to use later on if I needed it.

He swaggered out of the exam hall and I followed him, nodding to one of my colleagues to confirm I'd be supervising Alex while he was out of the room.

I felt pretty certain that this was just a ruse; a time-wasting activity designed to prove to Alex's mates how unconcerned about the exam he was and to distract the more serious students from focusing on their papers.

This was the second paper of AS-Level Physics. Alex didn't have a hope in hell of passing it; at least not if his performance in Maths - the subject I taught him - was anything to go by.

He walked into the male toilet outside the hall and I followed him in.

Striding up to the nearest urinal, positioning himself in front of it so that he was side-on to me, he pulled out his cock.

Then he looked over at me, smirking, clearly feeling pretty smart with himself. "Nice job for you, huh?"

I didn't rise to the bait. "You know the regulations by now, Alex. You've got to be accompanied until you submit your paper."

He shrugged derisively. "Whatever." Then he looked down it his cock.

I noticed that, despite clearly being soft and floppy, his cock looked thick and large as he peeled back his foreskin to expose its fat, pink head.

He wasn't urinating.

He looked back over at me. "I can never go when someone's there."

"Do you want me to turn on a tap?"

Why I was offering to do anything for him - the number of my lessons which he'd deliberately and systematically ruined over the last three years - I don't know.

He shrugged. "It won't help."

Jesus his cock was big. It must have been about six inches long and looked thicker than mine does even when I'm hard. It's always the prats of this world who get all the lucky breaks, isn't it?

He asked me, "What do you think of the paper?"

He wasn't even vaguely interested in my opinion of it. He was just trying to get me to comment on it so that he could claim he was unfairly influenced or something.

I smiled. "You know I can't discuss the paper with you... not now."

He grinned. "Like I'd tell anyone."

"Yeah - soul of discretion, aren't you?"

He looked a little irritated. Or perhaps a little wounded.

After a few seconds he said, "I'm smart enough to know when to keep my mouth shut."

I considered that and nodded slowly. Then I said, "Perhaps... but even if I wanted to discuss the paper, I haven't seen it for long enough to have formed an opinion on it."

He nodded and looked back down at his cock. He played with it idly while he waited for his bladder to relax. He jerked the foreskin across the broad head of it a couple of times.

I asked him, "Do you always have this trouble when you go to the gents?"

He shook his head. "No, but then I don't usually have some old guy perving on me, do I?"

Before I could challenge him on that, he looked up at me grinned. "I know... I know... it's the regulations..."

I smiled back. "It was the 'old' bit which I objected to, actually. I'm only thirty."

Alex kept smiling. "Yeah. It was just a figure of speech."

He looked back down at his cock. Unless I was mistaken, it seemed to getting bigger. It looked distinctly less flaccid than it had a few moments earlier.

He said, "Anyway, in public toilets and stuff, you have other guys next to you peeing. Kind of relaxes you a little. Know what I mean?"

"Well, I offered to turn on the tap - the sound of running water - "

"It wouldn't help. It's different. I dunno."

I thought about suggesting that he returned to the exam hall until the urge to pee grew stronger. But then I realised that would be playing into his hands; giving him the opportunity to distract everyone every few minutes on the pretext of having a nervous bladder.

I said, "Well, if you can't go here and now you're gonna have to wait an hour before you're allowed out again. So you better start thinking of waterfalls or something..."

He looked over at me. "An hour?"

I nodded. "It's in the regulations." It wasn't but I wanted to nip things in the bud.

"No-one's ever said that before."

"I can show you it in the booklet if you wanna stay back after the exam's finished." I knew that Alex wasn't the type of guy to stay back in school a second longer than he had to.

He shrugged. "Look, I wanna go but I can't. It's just not happening down there, even though it feels like it really needs to."

He seemed surprisingly genuine.

Perhaps he really was feeling nervous by having me standing staring at him.

I said, "I can't leave the room, Alex. You know that."

"Yeah. I know that." He hesitated, staring ahead at the tiled wall in front of him. Then he went on, "I don't suppose you wanna take a piss, do you?"

I wasn't sure I understood. "Sorry?"

He looked back over at me. "Like I said, I'm okay if other people are pissing. It's just having you standing there - it's freaking me out."

I thought about what he was suggesting. I didn't really need to urinate, but I supposed that I might be able to if I tried. And if it caused Alex to loosen up enough to finish himself off, it might help to avoid further distractions to the exam.

I said, "I'll give it a try..."

I walked to the urinal next to his and unzipped my fly.

It felt a little odd to be urinating with a student, but I'd occasionally found myself doing it before - on school trips and so on - and so it wasn't entirely unknown.

Alex stared down at the front of my trousers as I fumbled inside my briefs and pulled out my cock.

Next to his, mine looked pretty insubstantial. I'd spent most of my teenage years waiting for it to develop into something impressive, but it never did.

I guess it's just a case of 'that's life'. Wankers like Alex turn out being horse-hung studs, while nice guys like me end up with wee little pencil dicks. It's just the way things seem to go.

My cock looked about a thick as my middle finger, pretty much as thick as it gets, and just three or four inches long. My foreskin covered the head of it, making a puckered nozzle like an outstretched mouth.

I aimed it towards the urinal and tried to will myself to pee. The quicker we could get this over, the better.

Alex kept looking down at it, making me struggle not to blush, and then looked up at my face.

He grinned and said, "Nice cock, Mr Hargreves."

I threw him a look of irritation. "I'm doing this to help you out. Don't get funny with me."

He said, "I'm not. You've got a nice cock. That's all I'm saying."

I couldn't help but feel sceptical. "Okay. So yours is bigger. Pat yourself on the back and then shut up about it."

He grinned. "You should learn how to accept a compliment. It's a nice cock."

I looked at his face. He was smiling but he seemed quite genuine.

He said, "Relax about it..."

I wasn't completely convinced, but I nodded and stared forwards at the tiles. "Well, let's see if I can get my 'nice cock' to pee..."

I tried to visualise a stream of running water, but that didn't seem to help. I tried to imagine how it would feel to drink a pint of water, but my bladder still refused to play ball.

I looked back over at Alex's cock, hoping that he would be having more success. I was surprised to see that his cock was continuing to develop as he gently played with it. It must have been about seven inches long by now, and looked about as thick as my wrist.

It was ironic that I was the more mature of us and yet I had a cock that looked like it belonged on a boy. "A four inch wonder," as one ex-lover had spat at me on his departure from my life. "Too fucking thin to touch the sides."

Alex, at eighteen, had one of the largest cocks I'd seen at first-hand.

I said, "You must be pretty proud of that thing. I guess you're the most well-equipped guy in the school."

He shrugged. "Yeah, it's pretty big I guess. Adam Sanders has a bigger one, though."

Adam was the sniggerer.

"Yeah? How d'you know?"

He laughed. "Come on, sir. There's more going on outside school than chess clubs and orchestra, you know."

"Oh right." I blushed, feeling ancient. "You guys had a bit of a... er... party with some girls, I suppose?" Pretending that I had any idea what went on.

He laughed again. "Come on! It's the twenty first century... guys don't need girls around to have a party, Mr Hargreves!"

"Oh." I blushed again, wondering if I was I understanding correctly what he was implying.

I tried to think of a way to get him to clarify what he was saying without making it look obvious that I needed to.

After a few seconds, I tried, "So you've seen it in the flesh..."

Alex chuckled. "Seen it, tasted it, felt it..." He winked at me.

Christ - young people's attitudes had moved on a lot since I was a teenager. If only I'd have been born fifteen years later...

I smiled feebly. "I had no idea - "

He went on, "Matt Davies' cock's a lot thicker than mine, too. Not too thick to get your mouth round, but too thick to... you know - "

I nodded. I knew exactly what he meant from painful experience.

Alex glanced down at my own cock and I realised I was developing an erection. It was beginning to curve upwards and lengthening towards its five inch maximum. My foreskin retracted as it grew, exposing my small bell-end like the pink rubber on the end of a pencil.

I looked at his, with his glans swollen like a large, ripe plum and the stem as firm as the thick body of a snake. 

I said, "And you like that kind of stuff?"

He shrugged. "It's no big deal. I prefer girls - we all do - but there's nothing wrong with having a bit of fun with your mates sometimes."

A case of 'I like gay sex, but I'm not gay'. That old chestnut.

He asked, "I'll get the time back for this, won't I?"

I stared at him blankly.

He clarified: "The time out from the exam. I'll get it back, won't I?"

I nodded. "Oh right. Yeah. You'll be able make up any lost time at the end of the exam."

"In that case, do you mind if we go in the cubicle? I think the privacy would help."

It seemed reasonable. We were rather exposed, standing at the urinals. The possibility of being caught like that, both in various states of arousal, was making urination almost impossible.

Alex walked into the cubicle and gestured for me to follow him in. I knew that I shouldn't - even the exam regulations entitle students to a little privacy where it comes to what goes on inside toilet cubicles - but he seemed to have no hang-ups about me being in there with him and I guess I was intrigued to watch the continued development of that huge cock of his.

I could always claim that he was throwing up and I had to assist him if anyone came looking for us.

After he'd closed the cubicle door and walked towards the bowl of the toilet, Alex surprised me by undoing his belt and button and then hitching his school trousers down to his knees. He did the same with his tightly-fitting white boxer-briefs.

He said, "I always find I go better when I give my cock a bit of breathing space. Know what I mean?"

I just shrugged, staring at Alex's fattened cock which stood outwards from the bush of his pubes at an angle of ninety degrees. He went on, "Try it. It must be the cold air, or something. It really helps you to piss."