The Exhibition - Sex Stories

The Exhibition

... hips, pushing back when I pushed it in. I suddenly realized that we were simulating anal intercourse...with Marco on the receiving end.

As he pushed back harder and wiggled his butt against my hand, I looked around the room. "Crazy, no?" Here we are in the middle of an art exhibition, and I am...hmmmm...tell me, what is it I am doing?"

"You're, you're..."

"I am what? Tell me!"

"You're fucking my ass!"

"A little crude, but descriptive. Yes, that is what I am doing. As you say, I am "fucking your ass"...and with only a light curtain between us and all these women!"

I pushed the vibrator in deep and, removing my hand, held up a small electronic device. "You know of this? A remote control." I pushed the switch and the buzzing began.

"You like that, no? Having my little vibrator so deep in your bum?"

Marco was struggling to regain some equilibrium.

"That was not a rhetorical question. Tell me! What is it that you like about having my vibrator in your bottom?"

He blushed, but managed to say, "It's not something that a man is supposed to like, having his anus penetrated. But I like that you wanted to do that to me. I like that you made me ask for it. I like that it's now one more thing we've shared."

I raised an eyebrow. "And is that it? Is that everything?"

I Iike that it's up to you."

"Up to me, you say..." I moved the vibrator to the highest setting.

I was beginning to wondering if the anal stimulation might just be enough to push him ...

... over the edge.

I let my finger rest on the base of the vibrator, then began tapping on it. "How much longer will you last? One minute? Less?"

"Or what if, just maybe, I gave you permission to drop your trousers. Right here. Right now. Would you? Of course, there would be no touching, but I would open the curtain for you, leaving you naked and hard for all these women to see. Would you want everyone to know that you have a vibrator in your bum? Would the embarrassment alone would be enough to push you over the edge?"

I thought about what it might look like. His penis jerking upward with each contraction, no hand to impede the view. I wanted it to happen...almost.

I kissed his cheek and turned the vibrator to the lowest setting. "We will start off gently."

Turning away, I scanned the faces of my friends as they perused the exhibits. "Look at their reactions. Many of them are embarrassed, but not for themselves. No, they are embarrassed for you. And the others...well..." I leaned close and whispered, "What does their laughter tell you? Is it good for you, that all these women know you want them to see you naked, see you masturbating? Are you just so ashamed that I have exposed all of your fantasies? Given them to my friends and students to read? And that reading them, they are just...amused?"

Pointing to one particularly lewd set of photos I added, "Look at you, reaching back to spread your cheeks. And, oh my! In this one you actually have a finger on your anus!" ...