The Exhibition - Sex Stories

The Exhibition

The gallery was a single large room with wood floors and high ceilings. At the entrance stood a placard that read La Ventana al Alma. I had purposely made an early arrival. Standing in a darkened alcove with Marco, a light drapery, a sheer really, allowed us to remain unseen as we watched the women milling about.

Marco had begun to hyperventilate as soon as he realized the nature of the exhibition. Mounted on the walls, among many smaller pieces of art, were larger-than-life reproductions of the sequences I had created earlier in the year. Images of Marco nude, aroused, and in some cased blatantly engaged in autoeroticism. Most were simply photos, others were studies in perspective, some were around image manipulation. Several were presented as diptychs that played off a "windows" theme.

The women inside moved from one display to the next. Some were focused on the smaller pieces, but most were clustered around the large reproductions. This was a special showing and all the guests were friends or students of mine that Marco had met at one time or another. Some were blushing; others openly giggled, pointed, and laughed. A few just stared, flushed and glassy-eyed.

One friend of ours was reading the essay I wrote to accompany the art. Her eyes were wide, a hand covering her mouth. The text discussed the concept behind the art and the very specific evolution of the exhibition.

As Marco stood gaping at the display, I snaked my hand through the seam I had opened in the ...

... back of his trousers, anticipating this evening. Pleasantly surprised, he widened his stance. With his balls now resting in my palm, my other hand pointed to the lectern holding the essay.

"Would you like to know what it is that has her so interested?"

I did not wait for an answer, but gestured broadly around the room.

"It is this. A narrative description of the journey. I started with your predilection for nudity. How you would ask me for permission to strip naked whenever you came over. How that progressed to your request that I keep your clothes, so your nudity would always be at my whim. How, eventually, you began asking me for permission to masturbate...then wanting me to set the pace for your masturbation...decide when you were allowed to stop...control when you were permitted to climax. Every bit of it...all the stories you sent me, telling me your fantasies, all the different ways you wanted me to expose you..."The Game" as you titled it...is all there for everyone to read."

"Of course, there is much more. My commentary on your stories is quite extensive. I wrote about how those stories, at first, made me so embarrassed for you. My struggle to understand your need to share them with me. Then ultimately, the recognition of the bravery inherent in that sharing. How I could not help but be humbled and touched by the extraordinary level of trust that you placed in me."

"That revelation was the conceptual birth of this exhibition, which is essentially the ...