The Exhibition - Sex Stories

The Exhibition

... exploration of that trust, the depth of it. So those stories you wrote...they gave me an insight that would have otherwise been impossible to achieve. Insight that I have never had with another. That is why I was willing to permit your nudity, control your masturbation. Always giving you a pace to keep, rarely letting you climax, always having you ask for permission to stop."

Marco was stunned. "All those stories I wrote? They're all in there?"

I smiled. "Oh yes. All of them. All of the stories, all of the requests. For instance, how you fantasize that I leave you blindfolded, nude and masturbating while I entertained company in another room. Never knowing who, if anyone, I might have watching you. And how that too would be a manifestation of trust."

"I wrote my thoughts on each of your fantasies. What they meant, not just for you, but from the standpoint of relationships in our society. The common theme in your stories is me leaving you naked, or naked and masturbating, in a situation with a strong possibility of discovery. More importantly, with me having the decision-making power over both the risk level and whether or not you would actually be exposed. In each case you resolve to endure the embarrassment in order to demonstrate your commitment to me. Interesting, though, that with only one notable exception all your stories end with you not being exposed. That, of course, reveals much more than you intended, but only to me."

Marco stood there, transfixed, ...

... probably mortified, clearly thinking back to stories he sent me. Recognizing that not only was his nudity blatantly displayed on the walls, but the drivers for his sexuality were literally an open book for everyone to read.

"I think my favorite story is the one where I actually do expose you. You know, where you pose for my drawing seminar. Surely you remember...the one where I have you naked and masturbating in front of everyone."

I knew that was one of his favorites. Whenever I had him masturbate for me, he always had to tell me the fantasy that was driving him. This was the one he revisited most frequently.

I pulled down on his balls. "I think that you do remember. Tell me."

Marco was blushing furiously. "I do remember. The fantasy was about you having me model for the life drawing class you teach. I get an erection while posing and you have your students draw me like that. When I start to lose my erection, you use that as the reason to have me masturbate in front of everyone. You leave me like that for the entire hour, naked and masturbating for the whole class. Not everyone finishes their drawings, so you photograph me and promise to send everyone the images so they can complete the project. I begin to object, and that sparks a discussion about who should own or control the art, including the images used in its creation."

I nodded. "Yes, I particularly liked that you included an intellectual aspect to your story. And you conclude a consensus that the entire ...