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Exhibit N
By : AvenaSativa
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke
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Exhibit N
Chapter 3
Sasuke approached the diner with a small amount of apprehension. The week after the incident on the bus had come and gone, and now it was a quiet Wednesday night on the following week. Always at the back of his mind was the possibility of another sudden and unexpected appearance by the blond exhibitionist.
Still, since it was mid-week, he wasn't overly concerned. Although the theater incident had taken place in the early weekdays, it was also the last week of summer break. Now that school had resumed, he primarily expected potential appearances to occur on the weekends, such as the one on the bus had occurred.
However, the notion of a good dinner quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. On a lazy corner across from a small strip mall was a quaint diner that he frequented at least once a week. One of the food preparation team members was a friend of his who introduced him to the place nearly two years ago, and though his friend no longer worked there, Sasuke still enjoyed nearly everything on their rather expansive menu. It was the highest quality fast food you could get before you found yourself eating at an official restaurant.
The smell of an appetizing array of fresh food made him crack a subtle grin in anticipation as he stepped through the front door. The place wasn't in top-notch condition, with its worn white floor tiles and the smudges and scratches on its tan painted walls, but it had a homely feel that many higher-rated places didn't. The dining area was a wide rectangular room that a visitor walked directly into. To the left was a series of small booths that stretched along the front wall, then reached along the side wall to the rear, with a circular booth in the corner. Directly ahead were two rows of tables spanning the width of the area, with a short dividing wall in between. A gap between that section and the side walls allowed customers to walk around and reach the counter that extended along the back wall. To the right, the same series of small booths stretched along the side wall, then reached along the front wall back to the entrance, and in the circular booth in the corner was the exact sight Sasuke hadn't wanted to see.
He almost tripped over himself as he saw Naruto sitting in the rear corner of the booth, directly facing the front door, once again wearing his official Konoha Leaves basketball uniform with its white jersey and maroon shorts. However, this time he had two people with him, and was talking contentedly with them, an enthusiastic grin on his face. To the left was a husky muscular guy with shaggy brown hair and a gray mesh shirt that did little to hide his powerful build. To the right was an incredibly large heavy-set guy with long brown hair flowing backward in a wild mane. He looked fat at first glance, but Sasuke could tell he was equally strong as he was large. Of course, there was only so large you could look next to Naruto, and the blond once again dwarfed his friends, who Sasuke recognized as Kiba and Chōji, two of Konoha High's top football players. Kiba was widely known as the most aggressive player the school had ever seen, and Chōji was second in strength only to Naruto.
In an effort to not get caught being startled, Sasuke headed around the rows of tables and toward the counter before thinking about what he was doing. Unlike the previous times where the blond had been by himself, this time he was occupied with his friends. Sasuke realized he probably could have slipped out while the blond was still talking with Kiba, but now there was no chance of that. Then again, Naruto had always seemed to be aware of his surroundings without directly looking at them, so maybe he was fully aware of Sasuke's entrance. There was no doubt that part of being such an excellent athlete was having great peripheral vision, and perhaps that was the case with Naruto.
Still, Sasuke couldn't help having another moment of self-berating as he approached the counter. The diner had windows along all the booths, and the blinds were still open. At nearly nine o'clock at night, that gave anybody a perfectly clear view inside. He should have taken a quick glance to see who was within, but his paranoia levels simply weren't that high… at least, they weren't until now.
Shaking his head, he greeted the cashier and placed an order for a chicken teriyaki and a tomato salad. When he was told it would be approximately five minutes, he warily turned around to find a seat. The blond was still engaged in conversation with his friends and seemingly paying Sasuke no attention, but Sasuke was learning not to take that as an indicator of his awareness.
Looking out across the diner, he weighed his seating options. From his vantage point, Naruto was far left and back, there were two couples in different booths to his right, an old man in a booth to his left, and a twenty-something guy at a table to his left on the opposite side of the dividing wall. He had the counter-side to himself, and that was the best option he could have had. He wanted to be as far from the blond as he could.
He wished he could think that Naruto wouldn't begin one of his shows since he was having dinner with his friends, but his performance on the bus had established that he was definitely not troubled by an audience - and if that were to happen, Sasuke didn't want to be caught up in it, or even associated with it.
Now, the only question was, left side table or right side table? Left side would put Naruto out of his view, but he would remain in Naruto's view. He didn't expect the blond would sneak up behind him like some lame prankster, but there were a lot of things about the guy that he didn't expect. No, if he was going to be in Naruto's view, Naruto was going to be in his. He stepped to the right and took the seat facing Naruto's side of the restaurant.
From behind the dividing wall, only Sasuke's face would be present, and the frosted patterns on the short glass panels above the wall would obscure even that. Yet, the gaps in those same patterns would allow him small spaces to peek through unhindered. He truly did get the best seat in the house, given the circumstances.
While waiting, he glanced rightward at the three big guys… well, two big guys and one colossal guy… as they had a friendly conversation. From the bits of dialogue he was able to catch, it seemed that Kiba was going on about an odd combination of girls and football, while Naruto and Chōji were either supplementing what he was saying or teasing him for his blatant obsessions. Chōji seemed to be a character of genuine mirth, smiling jovially throughout their interactions, while Naruto would flash grins of amusement or lean back with a look of satisfaction. All of them had a plethora of plates and drinks in front of them, to the point that the table was so full of food servings and empty dishes that it was impossible to tell whose was whose. Well, no doubt the best thing for any kind of food service joint was the arrival of three extreme athletes like those guys.
Soon the time had passed and Sasuke dug into his meal. He typically preferred to eat at a slow and casual pace, but wondered if he shouldn't take it a little faster with the hopes of getting out of the diner before Naruto had a chance to start another incident.
No… with this amount of a food, a few minutes wouldn't make a difference.
And as if his mere thoughts had the power to will events into existence, the relaxed conversation that had been going on in Naruto's booth began to grow tense.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kiba watched as Naruto's arm muscles began pumping in a slow rhythmic pattern while his hands moved underneath the table.
"What?" Chōji asked.
Kiba shot his head under the table, then looked back at Chōji. "He's friggin' wanking, man!"
Chōji also looked under the table and came back up perplexed, staring at Naruto in confusion. "Um… Naruto…?"
Kiba slapped Naruto across the shoulder. "Dude… seriously Naruto, what the hell?"
Naruto's large round shoulders raised and fell in a shrug. He bit the tip of his tongue as it slipped out the right side of his mouth. Plainly, he had nothing to say about the subject to his friends.
"Whatever man, let's get the hell out of here." Kiba motioned toward the door and got up to leave.
Chōji sighed, piled up all the finished dishes, and ran them to the counter. "Thanks for all the great food!" He cheerfully announced to nobody in particular. "Hope to be back for more soon!" And then he sped out the door after Kiba.
Meanwhile, Sasuke was watching Naruto get into it. The booth seats were lower than the bus seats, so Sasuke could see down to the top of Naruto's biceps and triceps. Those muscles were flexing and stretching in a steady pace as his hands slid up and down. The front and side of the spheres of muscle resting on his shoulders were also swelling and relaxing in rhythm, and even his pecs were puffing up and pulling back with every stroke. Sasuke had never seen anybody turn masturbation into a full upper-body workout - he could imagine his abs were somehow in on it too - but then he'd never seen anybody work an erection the size of Naruto's either.
"Uhhh… hey Koji, get over here."
Sasuke's attention was drawn back to the counter as the cashier called over the guy at the salad station.
"I think this guy's beating his meat."
Koji dropped his tongs in the lettuce and strode over to the cashier, who now stood directly to Sasuke's left at the end of the counter. Sasuke acted casual and continued to eat his meal despite the two employees looking directly past him at the blond giant pleasuring himself in the far corner.
Though the side of the booth blocked his lower body, Naruto's thick legs were long enough that Sasuke could still significantly see the ends of his spread-out thighs, and the tops of his bulky calves rose above the seat cushion. He could also see the last four or five inches of Naruto's erection as it poked out past the offending booth-side. Since his shorts weren't down around his calves, Sasuke figured he must have done like he did on the bus and pulled the legs up and waist down to wrap them like a band around his thighs.
Sasuke watched Naruto's large right hand slide into and out of view as he slid it up and down his long throbbing rod. He was going at a slightly more relaxed pace than last time, and had begun to twist his hands back and forth when he reached the beginnings and endings of his strokes.
After a minute of sliding and twisting, he grabbed the erection with both hands, this time the left one first, and slowly stroked it downward, pressing it beneath the level of his thighs. He let the left hand slide up off the tip, then the right hand all that much slower, and as soon as his thumb slid off the tip, the erection sprung upward and the head hit the underside of the table, making a loud thump and causing the remaining dishes and silverware to vibrate for a brief moment as that side of the table ever so slightly jumped upward.
He seemed to have found a new favorite activity, because he repeated this motion over and over and over. Thump… thump… thump. And it would appear the thumping finally drew the attention of one of the couples on the opposite side, because Sasuke noticed the guy quickly grab the girl's hand and lead both of them through the diner in a hurried dash for the door.
"Hey!" the cashier called out weakly as the door closed behind them. "You forgot to leave a tip…"
Sasuke's attention was again drawn leftward to the crew behind the counter. There were now four of them staring past him at the impassioned spectacle taking place in the far corner of their diner. Trying to remain anonymous, he returned to his meal, which he realized he hadn't eaten a bite of during the last few minutes.
"Um… maybe we should get the manager?" Asked one of the newly-gathered employees.
The cashier shrugged. "Whatever you want."
Sasuke watched the other guy go into an office at the back, while the blond continued his erogenous activity, the other few patrons of the restaurant now aware what was happening. Even if people couldn't see his hands moving along his erection, the pumping and twisting muscles of his upper arms and chest would clearly give away his activity, let alone the look of calm bliss on his face.
Soon, the manager stepped out of his office and over to the small crowd of employees. The guy looked to be early forties; skinny build, receding black hair, white dress shirt and black slacks - probably a life-long entry-level manager. He gasped as he saw the exhibit in the far corner of his diner, and quickly rushed through a door on that side and over to the front of Naruto's table as another thump made the plates and silverware jingle.
"Sir, what do you think you're doing?" The manager addressed Naruto in a harsh whisper.
Naruto ignored the small man and continued to stroke his erection downward and let it thump against the table, though now he was adding a few more slides of the hands before each release.
"Sir, I said… what do you think you're doing?"
Getting no response as the blond slid his hands downward and another thump came from below, the man placed his palms on the table, not slamming them, but putting them down hard enough that they would grab anybody's attention.
"Sir!" he said, finally stepping above a harsh whisper into a soft but strained speaking voice.
"Sir, this isn't allowed here."
Naruto continued to ignore the man, his attention drawn by the large stream of precum that began pouring out his tip and puddling on the floor.
"Sir, this is a public diner, you're not allowed to do things like that here!" Now the man began to raise his voice as he again got no response from the blond, except for another thump from beneath the table, this time overlaid with the subtle sound of a wet smack.
At the sound of a car pulling into the lot, the manager's gaze sprung between the arriving customers and the enormous masturbating blond. Making a quick decision, he ran over to the door, flipped the "Open" sign to "Closed," and twisted the lock closed. Then he swiftly drew the shades down over the windows of the door and rushed to close the blinds on the windows by the booths. When finished, he took an exasperated breath as he saw the approaching customers turn back, then approached the blond once more, now with a more agitated tone.
"Sir, please! You need to stop masturbating!"
Naruto raised his eyes for a brief moment, lifted his hand, waved it in a shooing motion, and returned to his activity. The manager flung his arms in a fit of frustration and stormed back to his office, fists clenched at his sides, as the blond continued unhindered.
"Hey, how much do you think a guy like that puts out anyway?" the cashier asked.
"Pfft. Probably a full stream," said Koji.
"I'll bet it's just a few drops," the third employee said.
"Are you kidding? Look at the size of that!" exclaimed Koji.
"Exactly. Probably all looks and no show. A big long dick doesn't mean big spunk storage, that's an entirely different part of the body. Besides, he probably used all his protein and testosterone building his muscles anyway."
"Well, I'm betting on stream," said Koji, a grin splitting his face. "Loser has to clean up after him if he shoots. Who's up for it?"
"Stream," said the cashier.
"Stream," said the fourth employee.
"Drips," said the third.
"It's on!"
Sasuke smirked at how badly the poor sucker was going to lose. He wanted to leave while Naruto was occupied, because he was growing more and more wary that he was the target of the blond's erotic adventures, and now wasn't the time he wanted to find out why. But he almost wanted to stay until the end, just to watch the guy's face as the extent to which he was going to lose gradually sunk in.
Still, it was only a passing amusement. All eyes were on Naruto now as he carried on pleasuring himself. He had moved past the thumping phase and was now all-out masturbating. The pumping and swelling of the muscles in his arms and chest grew heavier and faster as his speed and intensity increased. His hands slid smoothly along his long throbbing rod as another precum dump poured out the tip and increased the size of the ever-growing puddle on the floor once more.
Apparently not satisfied with this action, Naruto grabbed his erection with his right hand and slammed it against his thigh. This wasn't like in the theater when he was simply squeezing it hard. Now he was outright grinding it into the muscles along his thigh, and Sasuke could see his triceps bulge out as if he was holding down the gate to hell. Even his normally calm and euphoric face twisted into a wince of exertion as he pressured the throbbing organ as hard as he could.
Naruto returned to regular masturbation for a moment as he unloaded another precum dump, but once again made a fist and smashed his erection into his thigh muscles, this time twisting his arm back and forth as he ground it down once again.
Sasuke had never seen him this intense before. He looked more like Sasuke imagined he might look during a gym workout, only now with more occasional looks of pleasure on his face. Sasuke watched as Naruto once more ground his erection into his thigh muscles with his fist, this time twisting it side to side as well as working it up and down its length. Sasuke saw his hand slide into view as it slowly moved upward. Naruto had his knuckles facing down and was grinding them into his throbbing organ as hard as he could, wiggling them upward toward the tip. And for all the pressure he was applying, he was barely compressing the flesh beneath his hand. The thing wasn't being crushed at all, and the realization of how hard it must be gave Sasuke a little butterfly in his stomach.
Naruto did another brief round of regular masturbation to unload yet another precum dump. After this one, he grabbed the end of his erection with his left hand and pressed it down against his right thigh. He then made a fist with his right hand and began dropping it toward his leg. 'Is he punching the thing?!' Sasuke couldn't see past the side of the booth, but the loud fleshy thumps emanating from it made it suddenly obvious. The guy was pounding on it like an impatient child pounding the kitchen table for dessert.
Sasuke stared incredulously as his fist moved up and down the length of his thigh, pounding the erection from front to back as the sound of those meaty thumps filled the dining area. The first few rounds moved with a consistent steady pace, then the last few picked up the speed until the thumping sounded like a rapid-fire weapon. The erection twitched and strained under the firm grip of Naruto's left hand like a captured beast struggling to be released from its holds. Finally, speed was traded for intensity as the blond's fist steadily rose further and further and the thumps grew louder and louder.
Soon Sasuke could see Naruto's fist rising above the back of the booth seat before being brought down with full power. Each time, Naruto's fist rose higher and higher and the force harder and harder. The thumps had turned into thuds, and Sasuke could tell that they could be felt from the surrounding booths. With one last raise of his fist, Naruto dropped it with a giant thud that made even the walls creak from the force. He held this one down for a few moments, before letting up and releasing his left hand. The erection snapped up and hit the underside of the table, this time with enough force to tip it for a slight moment and upset some of the dishes and cups, and immediately another dump of precum poured out the tip.
It was at this moment Sasuke realized he really should be leaving if he was going to avoid any involvement with the blond. He was surprised the guy hadn't ejaculated already. Without returning his dishes or acknowledging the crew of aghast employees behind him, he stood up, stretched his shirt back down past the waist of his shorts, and started for the door.
Naruto had taken to his two-hand masturbation, but now with an incredibly extreme grip. He seemed to pause for just a brief moment, then increased his pace as Sasuke approached. And as he was about to reach the door, Sasuke heard the telltale sound of Naruto's breath hitch in his throat, once, then twice - and he immediately stopped walking.
And just in time, as Naruto's eyes closed and his head tilted back, his hands slid off his erection, and the first stream of semen began spurting forth. It sloshed across the underside of the table at first, only spraying a few feet past the next booth, but the power of the erection quickly pushed the table upward and to the side, tilting it so that the stream could continue unhindered. An empty cup slid over the edge and into the booth next to Naruto as the stream now flew across the diner and spattered the floor directly in front of the door. Sasuke remained stopped as the flow of semen piled up in one lengthy puddle across the area where he was about to walk.
Well, there was no way to avoid being the center of attention now. Everybody looking at the surge of semen was also looking at him, and his hesitant reaction, as he waited while the flow came to a stop and left a trail from the elongated puddle in front of him back to the blond in his booth. And he knew he'd have to keep waiting, because the second one would come so fast he wouldn't be able to dodge it if it didn't follow the exact same path as the first one.
And sure enough, the second stream burst forth and began to spray the floor in front of Sasuke, but this time nearly a foot closer to the door. All he could do is wait another handful of seconds before this one finally died down, then Naruto should be down to his extended series of shorter ejaculations. He counted those seconds down, but then decided to wait to see what Naruto's starting aim to that series would be.
Naruto had his hand back around his erection now, and as he slid it down toward its base, the first of the series burst forth, spraying a little past the current puddles in front of the door. 'Great,' thought Sasuke, 'a live obstacle course.' He looked at Naruto to see he was lost in his own ecstasy, apparently not paying any attention to where he was aiming. He let the fourth one shoot by, on a similar course but closer to him. Taking his chance, he took a large step across the parallel puddles. Right leg safe. He brought his left leg across, and suddenly he felt a spray of semen graze his left calf and hit his right one. Incredibly irritated, he brought his left foot down and turned his right one to move sideways and twist the lock on the door open, but his right foot moved back too far and he slipped in the puddle of semen closest to the door. His small miscalculation completely upended his footing, and spent a good second in the air before he landed sideways across both the glossy white puddles.
Sasuke let out a slow sigh of exasperation as he felt the warm sticky liquid soak through the back of his shirt and the seat of his shorts. He opened his eyes and stared at the crusty white ceiling tiles with their recessed light fixtures scattered at random intervals. A spray of warm fluid up the front of his shirt drew his attention toward the stream of semen that almost reached his chin before it dropped off and ran back down his shirt, ending at his left leg. As he lifted his head, he could feel his hair sticking to the floor beneath it. He was too irritated to do anything about the next stream of semen that sprayed across his right leg before flying over and spattering against the bottom of the next booth. He turned on to his right side, put his elbow against the floor and began to push himself upward. He ignored the stream of semen that flew not less than a foot in front of his face and spattered on the edge of the doorframe. He then put his legs under himself and stood up, again ignoring the stream of semen that grazed his left leg for a moment before moving on… on to what, he didn't care.
Sasuke only faced the door, not bothering to acknowledge the presence of anybody else in the diner, but another stream of semen sliding by his feet made it impossible to ignore Naruto. He refused to make eye contact, though when he glanced out the corner of his eye, the blond did seem to have a slight expression of shocked surprise on his euphoric face. Sasuke quickly finished unlocking the door, all-too-calmly pressed it open, and walked out of the diner.
The cool air of the late night made the gooey liquid covering his backside and spattered across his front side all the more obvious. He was fuming beyond comprehension, but he took all his effort to reign it in while inside the diner. He wouldn't storm Naruto's table like he would anybody else's. It didn't matter if the guy ended up being indifferent or even apologetic. No, you don't initiate a physical conflict with one of the all-time biggest, strongest and fastest athletes in your age group, if not the entire sporting world, no matter how justified it may seem. He'd have to go about crashing the blond exhibitionist's next performance in an entirely different way. A little more patience and cunning would be involved.
Sasuke looked back to see a long stream of semen spraying past the door at full force. Naruto must have reached his final shot. At that realization, Sasuke turned and sprinted through the forest behind the diner toward the most obscure path that would take him home. If the guy came looking for him for any reason, he didn't want to be found. No, next time Sasuke would be the one looking for Naruto. He didn't think he'd see the blond again - he knew he'd see the blond again. And when he did, that muscled-up boned-up show-boy would get his comeuppance.

"Hey hey, no slacking, Kiyoshi!" Koji jeered at the now-named third employee as he mopped up yet another puddle of sticky white goo from the front of the diner.
"This is friggin' impossible!" the poor guy exclaimed in exhaustion as he wiped a coat of sweat off his forehead.
"Ah, ah," Koji wagged a finger. "You're the one who got yourself into this!"
"Shut up! There's no way a single person should have been able to spew all this out at once."
Koji smiled at Kiyoshi's denial. "And yet, you were the only one who voted against it."
"Even you couldn't possibly have expected this much…"
"Doesn't matter," Koji said with a shrug. "Hey, before you keep moving across the floor, you should get that one on the window."
"Even the friggin' window…" Kiyoshi growled as he lifted the mop and slopped it on the glass.
"Hey now," Koji scolded. "You know that floor mops aren't for windows."
"Ugh," Kiyoshi growled as he threw the mop back in the yellow rolling bucket. "Screw this."
"Hey hey! You better finish, or you're going to cover my shift for a week while I get paid for it."
"That was never part of the bet!"
"No, but it became a condition when it appeared you might break the bet."
Kiyoshi growled even harder. "If I ever see that guy around here again, I'm gonna kill him."
"How you gonna do that? Punch and kick him until you bleed enough that you can drown him?"
"No, I'll just serve him one of your burgers, jackass."
"Oooohhhh! Harsh!" Koji feigned fatal injury as he hobbled back toward the employee area. "I'm gonna get changed and shut down for the night. We're past hours already. You've got a few puddles left in that last booth."
"Screw off!"
When Koji came back dressed in his casual outfit, he found Kiyoshi standing by the door, holding on to the handle of his mop for support as it sat in its bucket. Koji walked toward the front, admiring the clean floor… and window… and tables… and booths.
"Alright, I'm gonna get outta here," Koji said. "Be sure you lock up when you've got everything put away."
"Got it," Kiyoshi said with a sigh of sheer fatigue as Koji stepped through the door.
"Oh, and hey," Koji said, poking his head back through the door. "You missed that last one that went up to the ceiling." He pointing at the slimy wet streak that crossed four of the ceiling tiles to the side of the door.
"FRIGGIN' DAMNIT!!!"

Adoredra93: Thanks a lot for the kind and extensive review. I'm surprised the very first thing I wrote drew a new member to the site, but I'm glad you took the time to register and comment.
I'm also new here, and I had wanted to reply to you directly, but either I'm missing the "reply to review" or "send private message" features, or they don't exist. I preferred to talk more thoroughly in private because addressing every point here would spoil or expose a lot of the upcoming story. However I can address a few of them here.
The character descriptions are from being an athletics/bodybuilding/fitness fan for most of my life (and even doing some myself), so I'm rather well-versed in writing about strong physical appearances - and also particularly aware of badly overused or ineffective descriptions from reading other attempts at writing super-fit characters. I'm glad mine worked so well for you.
As for the idea of exhibitionism, it's essentially a public display of a sexual nature. If the name sounds like it could apply to an image gallery display, that's because such situations are how it was originally used. Well, we still talk about art and other exhibits today. Exhibitionist was a person who took part in such displays, then it took on the sexual twist over two centuries ago. I suppose you could consider it "live nude motion pictures."
And with that in mind, it's true that most of the story will be about these public displays. Which, yes, will include some other bystanders - as this chapter also did. One of the points of the bus scene was to establish that Sasuke can't run to a public place to be "safe" from Naruto, and this one took it a step further with Naruto's friends. I understand the preference for more private interactions, and without saying too much, you may enjoy future chapters more than these last two - but public display is always the main topic.
Anyway, if you know a way to send direct correspondence on this site, let me know and we can talk more. I don't think I can give (or ask for) personal contact info in stories or reviews, so I'll just say that I have this story published under the same username and same title on fanfiction net as I do here.
Thanks again for taking the time to review!
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Exhibit N	By : AvenaSativa Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 2912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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