The Exhibition

This is a semi-sequel to 2 other stories, The Photography Class and The Stress Session and features characters from those adventures. You don't have to read them to enjoy this, but you'll get more out of it if you do.

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The day of the exhibition arrived during June. Term had pretty much ended and Keira had invited me, along with the class and their parents, to look at the final images, all of which had apparently done very well for the cohort.

If you recall, Keira and I were teachers at a college which ran night school classes and, on the last day of Christmas term, Keira had pretty much conned me into getting naked before her photography class of 17--18-year-old students to be their life model for their final grades. Keira had thanked me in a unique way -- she had posed nude with me for their photo sessions.

I hadn't ever thought of myself as an exhibitionist before, but I had been incredibly turned on by the whole experience. Being nude in front of a class of young women, knowing that my cock was the first naked penis some of them had ever seen, being photographed and then posing with the beautiful, and equally naked, Keira Nichols, had been quite erotic and more of a turn on than I'd ever imagined.

So much so that when it happened again a short time later, this time at a stress session held by hair and beauty teacher, Clara Owens, I'd enjoyed it even more. That said, there had been several female members of staff at the Stress Session, and they hadn't really looked me in the eyes since the event!

I arrived at the venue for the evening; it was located at The Den, a relatively high-class convention centre a short walk down the canal from the main campus. Keira was on the door welcoming the attendees. She was, as usual, stunning. Her platinum blond bob had grown out over the past 6 months and was now touching her shoulders. She was wearing a powder blue dress with a strap across the right shoulder but nothing over the left, leaving her succulent neck and left shoulder naked. The dress was full length but clung to the shapely curve of her hips and thighs, and the cut emphasised her tight C cup breasts. She didn't seem to be wearing anything underneath and I could make out her nipples and the darkened area of her areola.

"David," she smiled as I approached, her blue eyes shining in the summer sun. She leaned in to kiss my cheek.

"Keira," I said, returning the kiss. We'd seen each other off and on since that Christmas night, both clothed and unclothed, but it hadn't turned into anything serious.

Yet.

"You look stunning."

"You don't look too bad with clothes on yourself," she replied. I suddenly wondered if she knew about the Stress Session with Clara. After all, women gossip and Clara's session hadn't been a private class like hers. Putting that thought out of my mind, I pretended to admire the building.

"Nice venue," I said, looking at the gleaming glass walls and extravagant door handles. "How did you swing this?"

"Remember I told you there was money in it? Well, this is a result of that. We managed to recruit some pretty notable photographers' sponsorship and may even end up with a magazine deal for some of the students."

"Oh, that would be brilliant," I said. "Good on them."

"Yes, they were a good class, and they had a pretty good subject."

I blushed slightly. "I was happy to help."

Keira smiled that seductive and slightly devilish smile. "Yes, I remember how happy you were."

Before we could get into that, and before the bulge in my trousers became too prominent, young Courtney Manners arrived with her mother, Jessica. Courtney was a shy girl, but beautiful in her own way, although much younger than I normally go for. She'd grown a lot in the last 6 months, coming out of her shell a lot and blossoming into an intelligent and articulate young woman. I recalled how enamoured she'd been about my member, and she had taken mostly full-frontal, full-length shots of my naked body. Courtney had long dark brown hair with blond highlights, dark eyes and a very shapely figure highlighted by D Cup breasts. She mostly got these looks from her mother, a stunning woman of about 40. On Jessica, Courtney's fresh face had been given the enhanced weight of experience, adding a few laughter lines around the eyes and mouth, but the dark eyes and dark hair were still present and correct. Jess's figure was fully formed, curvaceous, and she was in possession of a similarly sized pair of eye-catching breasts.

Keira had clearly seen me eyeing her up. "Jessica, this is David, the very kind man who came to us in our hour of need."

"Ah, yes." Jessica said as Courtney blushed a little. "I saw the photos Courtney took of you, including a few we couldn't use!"

I suddenly realised that, although I was attending an exhibition of images of mine and Keira's naked bodies, the class, and probably their mother's, had seen the photos that hadn't made the cut or wouldn't have been allowed. Candid shots of me with a full erection after Keira had first stripped off had been considered off limits. This was, after all, erotica, not porn.

"Muuum!" Courtney said, clearly embarrassed for both of us.

"I'm, sorry David, I didn't mean to embarrass you," Jessica said, "after all, we'll all be getting our fill later."

Before I could ask what she meant by that, Keira interrupted. "Well, you're the last to arrive Mrs Manners so if you want to step inside, we'll get started." Keira ushered Courtney and Jessica inside and I dutifully followed, once again oblivious to whatever nefarious plan Keira had in mind.

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Inside was as impressive as out. The convention hall had been cordoned off to a much smaller area, but the selection of images was eye watering. The girls in Keira's class had a good eye and some of the shots were stunning. It wasn't JUST the pictures of Keira and me, or even me alone; there were some excellent landscapes, facial portraits and still life, mixtures of monochrome and colour. However, I had to be honest, I just wanted to see what the nude photos of Keira and I looked like.

I crossed the bustling convention centre, noting that all of Keira's class were here. Now they had all turned 18, they had been allowed to attend without the need for permission slips, and they all seemed to have brought their mothers with them. Being of age meant that the centre was serving alcohol and they had pushed the boat out. The class were drinking cocktails, prosecco and champagne and they all seemed to be having a good time with, I noticed, the encouragement of their mothers. They were all classily attired, in short dresses, heels and well done make up. The mum's had also scrubbed up well, although many of them were demurer in their clothing. Other than myself, I hadn't noticed any other men here; even the bar staff were all women. At the time, I thought nothing of it and not wanting to seem too keen to see images of my naked self, I took myself to the bar and ordered a Peroni. As I turned around with my beer, I nearly walked into Clara Owens!

"Oh, sorry Clara," I said, almost spilling my beer down her cleavage. Like Kiera, Clara was a little stunner and, like Keira, her sandy blonde hair had grown a little since I last saw her. Her round, attractive face was still captivating and her large blue eyes were still emphasised by elaborate eyelashes. Her nails were, as always, impeccably shiny, and were currently, holding a glass of Prosecco. Today they were black and white to match the very low-cut white silk top and tight black jeans she was wearing and, like Keira, seemed to have forgotten to wear underwear, judging by how her top hung off her pert nipples.

"David!" she smiled, leaning in for a peck on the cheek. "I was wondering when you'd get here." She took a step back. "Bit overdressed, aren't we?" In my naiveté, I took this to be a reference to the photos that were displayed and downplayed it, merely smiling but if I'd been thinking properly, maybe I'd have made a connection with what Jessica Manners had said. Clara barely allowed me to speak. "Have you seen the photos of you and Keira?" she asked, quite excitedly. Without waiting for an answer, she dragged my arm to the centrepiece display.

Set apart from the rest of the exhibition and arranged in a semi-circle, were the pictures the class had taken of Keira and me. The arrangement was such as to leave room in front of the photos for people to approach and look. They were exceptional. Close ups of various body parts, one arty shot taken over my shoulder and looking down at my torso and cock was particularly well lit. There was a stunning, full length black and white shot of Keira leaning back into me, her perky tits pointing upwards, with my arms around her taut belly that emphasised her pubic mound and beautiful nude pussy. To the side of that was a full frontal of me. The lighting obscured my face, but also fell across my torso and cock, the light clearly defining my penis for the camera and making it the centrepiece of the image. I suddenly started to get turned on. All these women in this room, from the class of 18-year-olds to their mothers, to the bar staff, to Keira and Clara, were looking at this 7 foot image of my cock. Clara squeezed my arm. "It's not as good as the real thing, but it's an impressive picture."

I looked around and saw Keira schmoosing with the class and their mothers. They all looked at me and smiled.

I suddenly felt like the prey of a tiger.

*****

The night progressed. Keira gave out awards to the class, made speeches, thanked people for making the event special, and then announced that "the special event you've been waiting for" would happen soon.

"What special event?" I asked of Clara who had been my companion for most of the night.

She looked at me, quizzically.

"You don't know?"

It was my turn to look at her, matching her quizzical stare with one of my own.

"Know... What?"

As it by magic, Keira appeared. I swear, she wasn't there one moment and the next she appeared, like Al from Quantum Leap!

"No, he doesn't know yet Clara," Keira interjected, "but if you will help me get him behind the scenes, we shall tell him."

Both women grabbed me by each arm and ushered me to a door at the back of the room, almost directly behind the bar, opposite the large, prominent photo. I was too confused to complain, being somewhat worse for wear thanks to the drink. Keira shut the door behind me and her and Clara both looked at me as a starving man looks at a pie.

"What have you done?" I asked. "No good can come from you two teaming up like this."

"We haven't 'done' anything," Clara said, impishly.

"Rather," Keira said, "what you are going to do."

"OooKayy," I said, "What am I going to do?"

"You," Keira said, working her way behind me and slowly removing the suit jacket from my shoulders, "are going to allow Clara and I to strip you in here, thus giving us a pleasurable moment, and then you are going to walk out there, before the class, bar staff, and mothers... completely nude!"

"WHAT?" I asked, quite loudly.

Clara started unbuttoning my shirt as Keira neatly hung my jacket from a hanger she had produced from somewhere.

"Yes," she said, "we're all going to get a good look at what Keira wasn't allowed to photograph." She ran her beautifully manicured nails across my chest as she finished unbuttoning and Keira, again, dutifully took the shirt and hung it up.

Now topless, I stammered. "But this is a formal college event! I can't be wandering around completely nude!"

"Ah," Keira grinned, "but it isn't. You see, the sponsorship deal I made has given the college publicity, that's true, and this exhibition will soon be seen in other venues, but the event is a private gathering. That's why only the class and their mothers are in attendance."

Clara was taking off my shoes and socks as Keira spoke and she picked up where Keira left off. "See, a lot of those girls are also in my Hair and Beauty classes," she said, wasting no time getting both off my feet and starting on my belt, "and they mentioned your altruistic offer to model for them."

"It wasn't altruistic," I exclaimed as Clara whipped the belt free of its loops, "I was stripped nude before I could say anything!"

"Really?" Keira said, her eyes laughing at the whole ordeal, "and what's your excuse for Clara's Stress Session?"

"She told me to take my clothes off!"

Clara looked at Keira. "He's right, to be fair," she said.

Keira shrugged. "He's right about the photography session as well. I did con him into stripping all his clothes off."

As all this was going on, the ladies had successfully got me down to just my suit pants. "Now look," I said, "I don't mind just you two..."

"I bet you don't!" Clara laughed.

"... but I can't go out there naked!"

"Why not?" Keira asked. "After all, that's what we promised them!"

"What?"

"Yes," Clara said, "we promised them you, fully nude, for the mothers to take photos of. You may even get a surprise or two."

"When did you promise this?"

Keira, fed up with waiting, was unbuttoning my trousers. "Are you still not wearing underwear?" she asked and then answered herself, "Doesn't really matter..." With that, she pulled my pants down!

"We promised them a full show in the private WhatsApp group." Clara said.

"And let's be honest," Keira said as I stood nude before her, "There's a part of you that likes it."

"I think I know which part," Clara said, flicking my cock with her finger.

"Oww!"

"Right, I'm going outside," said Keira, "and I'll announce you, and the ladies can all get out their cameras. Give us a moment." With that, she was gone.

Clara looked me over. "You were a pretty good stress reliever," she said, sweetly.

I have to say, being completely nude in front of her felt pretty sexy. She looked as lovely as she always did but the power balance was off. Nude, I felt slightly subservient to her. I suddenly wondered what it would feel like to walk out nude in front of all those women. To be the only one naked. To stand there as they took photos of my cock. Would I get an erection? Is that what they wanted? Would Clara or Keira strip and join me? The idea of seeing both Clara and Keira nude at the same time was almost as intoxicating as the beer.

"Well, Gail from exams hasn't been able to look me in the eye since!"

Clara smiled. "Oh, we're ready," she said, receiving her cue.

It was now or never. I hadn't had time to dwell on the little prank Clara and Keira had played on me, to lure me here, to strip me nude, to now expect me to walk out into a room full of strangers, and be naked in public for their amusement, was a violation. And yet, I had never felt so turned on! Apprehensive, yes, but turned on. My cock wasn't yet erect, but it was starting to swell. That said, Keira's class had been a private affair, even if my pictures had ultimately been used for study and Clara's stress session had also been a small venue. This was much larger and scarier. What would happen?

There is only one way to find out. I opened the door. Clara smacked my arse and whispered in my ear, "Have fun!"

I stepped out, naked, as the class of 18-year-old girls, their mothers, and the bar staff all stopped what they were doing and looked at me. Again, I wondered how many of these young girls hadn't seen a real cock. I strode down the centre of the venue to the semi-circle in front of the display. The mothers all cheered as I walked, my cock drifting from side to side as I went. I strode out as all eyes watched me, massively turned on by being surrounded by all these clothed women, ogling my naked body.

Keira welcomed me to the stage area. "Ladies, welcome to a special night. David here kindly agreed..."

I gave her a look. She ignored it and carried on,

"... to pose nude for us as he did for the class where he selflessly stepped forward in our hour of need when my original booking fell through. And yet, it was for the best; David, not being a trained nude model, brought a rawness and a real grit to the proceedings. He wasn't trained or a well-muscled body, he was a normal man. This made for better art. Real art."

The crowd actually applauded.

"So, because we were unable to allow the full beauty of the nude form be explored in any official capacity, we are here tonight to allow a full and unfiltered look at the artistry of the naked male body."

More applause.

"So, ready your cameras, take your images, I will be here to offer guidance and tips and who knows? If we do this again, your pictures may be up there!"

As Keira was monologing, Clara stepped up to the side of me.

"Put your hands above your head," she said. Again, I did as I was told, rather off balance due to what was happening.

Clara reached up on tiptoes behind me, and before I knew it, my wrists were being encased in leather shackles with fur around the edges. I was bound by the wrists with hands above my head.

"Oi!" I said. Clara just grinned. She then pulled a drawstring that pulled me up and backwards. My back arched in as I stretched and I was up on my toes. This caused by buttocks to clench and mu body to arch forward, thrusting my cock to the forefront.

Clara turned and stepped away as the crowd took out their phones and started taking their own photos. I noticed Clara get her phone out and take a few as well. I could pretend to be upset at how I had been conned yet again by the crafty Keira and cunning Clara but I was actually enjoying it. The only downside was this time I was alone. Clara photographing me nude was somewhat erotic but, unlike Keira, I didn't see Clara as the kind to strip off and bare all like this. I had no idea what boundaries Clara and Kiera had set. I'd investigated CFNM after the prior two events and there seemed to be events were there didn't seem to be boundaries and others were anything goes. Here, the attendees were happily snapping away with their cameras and openly touching my cock, whilst I, being bound, couldn't stop them.

It wasn't... unpleasant'

It was then that Courtney and Jessica approached me. Courtney had her camera in her hand but seemed somewhat nervy and embarrassed. Jessica however smiled broadly.

"David," she said somewhat matter of factly. "Keira has spoken to me at length about, well, about your length, and I would very much like to perform as she did, if you have no objections."

It took a moment for me to realise what she was asking.

"I have always," she continued, "wanted to pose nude but have never had the courage or the opportunity. Courtney was always willing to photograph me, but I didn't want to do it alone. Since Courtney's father left, I have been quite lacking in self-esteem."

Again, it took a moment to register. Was Courtney's mum saying she was going to strip nude in front of everyone here and join me on stage? I started to salivate at the prospect. Jessica was a stunning looking woman, something I'd clocked at a previous parents evening. If Courtney was 18, she must have barely scraped 40 which, whilst a few years older than me, was still within my wheelhouse. Seeing her nude certainly made my interest perk up.

"So...?" she asked.

I realised I'd been too busy contemplating what Jess looked like nude to pay attention to what she was saying. "Er..." was all I could manage.

As if by magic, Kiera suddenly appeared. Again. How did she do that?

"What David means is, he would LOVE for you to be his nude partner and I'm sure Courtney would capture the experience beautifully."

Jessica smiled broadly. "So, should I strip here or..."

'Blimey,' I thought. 'A bit keen!'

"No, Ms. Manners," Keira said. "I will escort you to the back room." Keira winked at me. "Back in a moment."

Why would Keira wink? Why was Clara smiling?

Was this another set up?