The whole class looked at the six foot tall cock expectantly. Cockney stood erect and cleared his urinary tract (it sounded like coughing but it smelled much worse) before announcing that...
“...I want you to get acquainted with this guy, because he’ll be our class’ Exemplary Phallus!”
Some of your classmates gasped in shock. A few of them, the proudest males, began protesting with expletives.
“That wimp?!”
“What? You kidding, you big dickhead?! I should be the class E.P.!”
“No! *I* am more manly than him! *I* should be the E.P.!”
There was someone on the gym who seemed specially furious at this announcement.
It was you, of course.
“There must be some sort of mistake! I am anything but exemplary...!” You told Cockney. “Much less my phallus...” You muttered to yourself.
“Aww, no need to thank me, sweetheart!” Said the giant cock. “This is your big chance to shine, *little* guy!” The way he suppressed a laugh after saying “little” definitely gave away that he knew all about your privates. That bastard!
But was an Exemplary Phallus anyway? By the name of it you just knew your manhood was going to end up exposed to the class in one way or another. You knew this whole school was obsessed with penises, and the six-foot cock standing next to you was all the evidence you needed.
A muscular bodybuilder approached you and grabbed you by your shirt. “You scrawny little shit! I worked out so hard to be the E.P., you don’t dare steal my title!”
“It’s ok! It’s ok! Let me down! You can be the E.P. if you want!” You pleaded.
“Nope, only teachers can select Exemplaries.” Cockney butted in, obviously not helping.
“Let him go right now!” Screamed one of your classmates.
“Who’s that?!” Asked the bodybuilder. “Who dares to...?”
“It’s me, Lotto.” Said a handsome young man with blonde hair arranged in a fashionable haircut. “Lotto Furine.” He shook his hair around as he said that.
Damn, this guy sure had presence. How come you hadn’t noticed him before?
“Did you forget why we enlisted in this school? The status of Exemplary Phallus is highly overrated. We’re supposed to study all of the male reproductive system’s secrets. We can’t do that freely if we are elected as E.P., much less in our first year.” Lotto smiled. “If you ask me, you’re just asking for self-validation. If you truly are the man you believe to be, why would you need to show that off to others?”
The bodybuilder finally let go of your shirt to shake his fist at Lotto. But ultimately, he had to admit the blonde guy was right, so he didn’t speak a word as he returned to the group of students.
“Woah, thanks. The way you managed the situation was very cool.”
He smirked. “I didn’t do this for you. I just don’t want us to forget our primary objective: genital knowledge. One day, I hope to become the ultimate urologist master.” He stared up at the ceiling. Or was he trying to look at the stars? “That way I’ll finally accomplish the promise I did a long time ago to a childhood friend who was also my rival.”
...Just great, another crazy individual.
“Oh my, this is like one of my Japanese animes