The exhibitionist exposed, part 1

 The neighbourhood is a little seedy, slightly run down. We’ve spoken once via Skype and you jerked off for me, as I watched you expose yourself, we both more than enjoyed that call.  And I’ve recently hosted you as my personal art exhibit. I recall that occasion fondly.

The pedestal sits in the centre of the room.  A three-foot-tall cylinder, surrounded by throw pillows, settees, a few bar tables and stools.  I lead you in.  You are naked, of course. I have you climb onto the cylinder, sitting at first but then decide that standing is better.  Moving to the wall I flip a switch and you start to rotate, very slowly.  Your hands flutter across your mid-section, move down and briefly cover your cock, then back up to your chest.  You look nervous, like you don’t know quite what to expect. 

Two lights shine down on you, casting your body in rays of light and some shadow.  You are tonight’s primary exhibit.  You are the display, the artwork that my guests will enjoy.

“Play with yourself,” I say, “you can get hard, but you must not cum. Do you understand?”

Your hands drift back down to your cock, as a doorbell rings and I leave you show in the first guests.  They are a couple, middle aged. They move around you, she stands and watches your spin, admiring your body, your golden fur and smooth ass.  He watches her and you, intently, eyeing your cock, watching your hands flutter around it, as your caress yourself. Your hand moves slowly across your thick cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth, hiding then revealing yourself.  He reaches for you but a firm No, echoes across the room and he lets his hand drop, as your hand tightens on your cock.  You start to get hard. She gasps as it grows and he salivates, tongue licking lips.  She kisses him and takes his hand, the same hand that had reached for you, and slides it under her skirt.

Another guest enters. A tall gentleman, dark skinned, well dressed.  He admires you from the doorway, taking you in, taking in your position under the lights, he comes closer, very close inspecting you.

Through the evening, across 3-4 hours, your stand, firmly entrenched on your pedestal, as guest after guest revels in your exposure, your nakedness, your vulnerability. Yet, you remain above them, apart, aloof, and strong, in that moment, proud of your body, your erection strong and firm, balls full and heavy.  You relish the eyes on you, being the sole entertainment for the many, many people that toured through this room.

Finally, the last guest has left, and you step down from the pedestal, I help you down as your legs are tired from standing, your cock slightly deflates as you relax for a moment and then the real entertainment can begin as you and I both ride the wave of your exposure, together, relishing my voyeurism at watching you be exposed.  A symbiotic friendship in which we feed each other to fulfil the needs that we might not find elsewhere. A true partnership in erotic play.

We sit across from each other and relive the evening, both naked and hard, we stroke as we discuss the evenings audience and we allow ourselves to climax, to complete the cycle.  Another night awaits and more exposed adventures are to come.

It was such wonderful evening.  And as a result of those events, I’ve asked you to me but you don’t understand why I’ve asked to meet you here. You were hesitant at first, nevertheless, you show up, in your fine wool suit, looking slightly out of place in this neighbourhood but here you are.  You climb the stairs to the third-floor unit I’ve indicated and enter to an empty room.

There is nothing here, not even a chair, so you move over to the window and peer out while you wait for me.  You are a vision in blue in a blue room, the walls the same shade as the fine wool of your suit.

I enter behind you and close the door.  The sound catches your attention and you turn your head slightly to see who has come in.  I say nothing to you, simply staring at you, as you stare back at me.

Walking up to you, I turn your head back to the window and then reach around you, grabbing the front of your suit jacket and pull back, your arms give way and the material slides off.  I drop the jacket on the floor, and I step back across the empty room.

You are a piece of art, a fine sculpture, on display.  To be appreciated from many angles, as you were the other night, today just mine.  My view is from behind you, and the people in the street, who can see you standing in the window will see the front of you.  It’s not full-length window, but still you’re exposed there in that frame.

I stare at you for a moment and then simply say “Continue”.  And you know what I mean.   We’ve been down this road before and you know that as an art object, your roll is to be observed, watched, exposed and displayed.  Mine is to watch, to idolize and appreciate the fine sculpture in front of me.

You start by removing your shoes, black leather, you bend, and the tight material of your pants stretches across your ass, a tease, a deliberate move to entice me.  And it works. I start to get hard.

You untie your laces and remove your shoes.  You stand again and glance back over your shoulder to see I’ve taken my dick in hand.  My fine art is exciting me. And it excites you that you’ve teased me to an erection so quickly.  But you don’t rush. Instead, facing the window again, you reach up and slowly loosen your tie, but you don’t remove it, just yet. 

Next, your hands caress your own body, moving down your torso, until your hands sit on the top of your beltless suit pants.  Thumbs hooked in the material, you pull down slightly and the pants follow, until the swell of your ass resists the downward motion and you stop. Again, you look back, to ensure my focus is on you. And it absolutely is.

You now turn your body slightly, so that you’re halfway facing me and undo the pants and zipper, allow your suit pants to slide down your furry legs and pool on the floor at your stocking feet.  You’re wearing a Bike jock and the pouch is full, your thick uncut cock has hardened, and that mesh is stretched to its maximum capacity holding it in. You allow me to stare for a moment then turn back to face the window again.  The shirt tail of your fine white shirt covers your ass and that rich mound is hidden from my view.

You simply stand there and let me just watch you, exposed as you are, halfway naked in this small space, exposed via the uncovered window and exposed to me.  My hand strokes my cock as I watch you, this fine art on display for me and my eyes.  I can’t help but moan in pleasure and my hand glides up and down on my cock. My balls cupped with my other hand.  The moan, though, is the only direction you need.

And you turn back to the window and begin to unbutton your shirt.  Fist the button cuffs, come undone to loosen the sleeves, then the front, bottom to top, moving slowly.  Finally, fully unbuttoned, you lift the collar and slide the loosened tie up and the shirt down.  It hits the floor and I moan again.

You stand there in a undershirt, which doesn’t cover that mounded ass and it’s glorious, the light hair glinting in the light, perfectly framed by your jock, it rises above your legs like two ripe melons.  Another moan, you have me so close already, just having your exposed even to this degree is such a turn on.  My hand flies across my own cock and I want more.

You know this, you know the impact that you have on me.  You reach down and slowly lift your undershirt up and over your head, dropping it on the floor beside the shirt and pants.  Bending over, for me, you spread your legs and I can see the mound of the stretched jock between your legs, the straps pull tight on your ass, the dimpled cheeks demanding to be caressed.

As your bend, you lift each leg, one at a time and slowly peel of your stockings.  Standing again, naked now, except the jock and tie, you turn now to me fully.  Your pert nipples hard in anticipation and you begin to stroke your cock through the mesh.  Your eyes lock on mine, watching me, watching you. 

Pulling the mesh aside, your cock springs out. So hard the foreskin has pulled back revealing half of your cock head and you expose the rest by sliding your hand down, pulling back the skin.  Pulling more of the mesh aside your large, tasty balls come out to play.

You are a vision, art has never been better. An object, an idol to be admired and enjoyed and that is exactly what I do.  We each stroke our cocks, my eyes roaming across your exposed body, as the jock comes off, leaving you naked except for your tie.  Your hand now hard at work on your own cock.  We silently stare at each other, you at my eyes and my eyes taking in every inch of you.  Your fully exposed self, open for me, for my viewing and erotic pleasure.

The tension builds, your hard cock throbs and your balls contract and a thick wad of cum jets out, across the floor towards me and that is enough to send me over the edge.

For a few minutes we bask in the after glow and then I simply tuck my spent cock into my jeans and leave, leaving you spent and exposed. You dress and leave, our cum pooled and drying on the floor as you return to your job and your life.