The Exhibition - Sex Stories

The Exhibition

... repeated. I reached in to his gaping fly and smiled as I felt his penis pulsing in my hand.

"And I am curious what you will do. What will happen when you are standing naked before all these women? Will you be content with everyone seeing you naked and erect? All of them hearing you ask me for permission to masturbate...right here in front of everyone? Or will you take the next step. Will you need them all to hear you ask me for permission to climax? And if I do give you permission, will you be prepared to take the final step...will you actually orgasm while we all watch? I want you to be confronted with that reality... and I want to see what you will choose."

We both knew that this would be a life-changing event. I pushed the vibrator to the next level.

"And there is one more very important reason why, in just a few seconds, you will be standing here naked. These photographs around us are not the true exhibition. You are the true exhibition. You will be the window that will let these women see into themselves. If they dare to look. But I must be the one to pull back the curtains."

"Do you know what that catalyst will be, what will let the light shine in?"

I leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Shock."

I pulled back the sheers, leaving him naked, erect, and exposed to the entire gallery.

It took a few moments before he was noticed, but after the first "Oh my God!" a series of gasps, laughs and giggles rippled through the room. Smiling, I stepped away ...

... from Marco and said, "Remember, I am the artist."

I had created a surreal experience for Marco. While everyone else in the room was in the everyday world, I had taken him by the hand and led him to a different place...to an alternate reality where fantasies, no matter how bizarre, were commonplace, accepted.

It was a necessary component of the installation, but he had to actually go through with it...had to actually stand naked and masturbating in front of all my guests...for the piece to come to fruition.

Marco gripped his penis midway up the shaft and pulled up, then down. He stopped with his hand at the base, the skin stretched tautly and every vein visible. I could see it twitch with each heartbeat. Grasping his erect penis, it was clear to everyone what he was about to do.

This was nothing he would ever have done on his own. It had required my guidance and no a small amount of manipulation. I had a fleeting thought that I had sacrificed his ego for my art, but we were both gaining so much more.

For nearly half a minute there was dead silence... disbelief permeated the room. A few women tore their eyes from this blatant display and left. The rest gathered around him, watching.

I winked at him, he knew what I wanted. I wanted everyone to know who was really in control. And so did he.

The women surrounded him, a pride of hungry lions. He looked around the circle and, in a somewhat tentative voice asked, "Should I masturbate?"

At that point the laughter ...