The Exhibition - Sex Stories

The Exhibition

... subject and try to feel, try to understand, what he was experiencing? I used Marco's embarrassment to highlight the vulnerability that he viewed as a path to commitment and intimacy. It was the avenue I used to arrive at something beautiful. Beauty that was possible only through your involvement."

"And it was not just the act itself that I hit you with. Marco's motivation for all this had great impact. Watching you listen to him, it was clear that the search for maximal intimacy struck a chord with nearly all of you. And it challenged your initial judgment of his display. You began to see him not as a naked man seeking sexual gratification, but as the medium for my art. You saw him as an emotional canvas."

"That was the point at which you all truly became active participants in the art. Now it was no longer an intellectual exercise, something to treat as "art" or "not art". It was in-your-face reality. Your individual responses spoke volumes. For many of you it was a rapid progression from shock, to embarrassment, to amusement. And now, with a little guidance, to understanding."

"This piece is titled "La Ventana al Alma". I hope it has given you a glimpse into your own."

I stopped speaking. I was exhausted. Emotionally wrung out. If they did not get it now, they never would.

I disposed of Marco's shirt and trousers then stepped up on an empty pedestal. I had Marco stand beside me, naked but for his socks and shoes. We posed together, Marco stroking himself ...

... and me, slightly behind, possessively cupping his balls. We were the signature exhibit.

Ten minutes later I climbed down, signaling that the exhibition was nearing its end. I left Marco in place as an exhibit-in-motion. I turned the vibrator back to high, making sure that he remained quivering on the edge of climax.

Over the final 20 minutes each of women approached him; one had specific questions about the photo sequences; another had inquired about the evolution of his feelings through the exhibition. Most wanted to discuss the relationship between vulnerability and intimacy. Marco continued to stroke himself at an agonizingly slow pace while he spoke with them.

None were concerned with his continued masturbation. I had made my point, worked my magic, and turned his display from something shocking and unacceptable into a tangible manifestation of intimacy and commitment. By the end of the evening there was a feel-good vibe that permeated the entire gallery.

I stood by the door and gave each woman a hug as they filed out. As the last woman left I turned to Marco and asked, "So, was it a success?"

Marco was having some trouble speaking but managed to croak out, "That...that barely scratches the surface. Everyone left here tonight with a new understandings... themselves...their relationships...possibly an entirely new outlook on life."

"And does that include you?"

"You have to ask? You made my most vivid fantasy come true. Something I wanted, despite the ...