The Exhibition - Sex Stories

The Exhibition

... body of work, the final piece and everything leading up to its culmination, is owned by, and is the responsibility of, the artist."

"Yes, but I didn't think..."

I cut him off. "What, did you think that I would not display all this? That I was doing this just for fun? No. This is social and interpersonal commentary that will open the eyes of every woman here. This all leads somewhere, perhaps even to an epiphany for you."

I had laid the groundwork, but now I had to start him down the path.

"But tell me. At first blush, and I use the term in the truest sense, how does this make you feel? I mean, now that I have displayed these photos of you...naked, masturbating...to so many people. My students, our friends, all these women, seeing you like this. That I have revealed to them all of your fantasies...made them aware of your desire to be seen like this. Are you just embarrassed, or is there something more?"

Marco was quiet and with each passing moment of silence I closed my hand more tightly around his balls. He needed a little more guidance.

"I can see that you are conflicted. Of course you are embarrassed, but even more so, you are excited. And I think perhaps it is not the exhibitionism that gives you the thrill. Your nudity... your masturbation...they are just vehicles. Could it be the embarrassment itself that so excites you?"

I could see Marco's mind racing. He had always liked the risk of being caught masturbating. And he liked it even more when I ...

... acquiesced to his photo requests. I remember my Canada project...to entice him to join me I offered to photograph him naked all across the drive. His immediate question was if he could also be masturbating for me.

Although he may not have recognized the motivation, I did. It was the vulnerability. Embarrassment was just another aspect of vulnerability, and in order for it to be meaningful to him, I had to control it. That is why he wanted me to have the photos. His embarrassment was in my hands. Would I keep them secret? Would I show them to anyone? Of course, the answer was now revealed on the gallery walls.

I decided to ramp it up.

"I certainly understand why you would be embarrassed." I made a point of looking around the room. "How could you not be? I mean, just imagine what all these women must be thinking! I am sure that they are judging you on many levels. They cannot help it. It is human nature. The shallow ones will simply look at your penis, perhaps making a judgment about whether you are big or small."

He suddenly looked concerned and I laughed. "You have nothing to worry about! And most women do not really focus on that sort of thing anyway. More of them, once they read the essay, will be judging your motivations, not your, how do you say...bundle? The questions will be around why you wanted me take these photos, and who made the decision to display them."

I changed the direction of our conversation and started to rhythmically tighten and release my ...