Art & Passion

[PhoenixForce]

Hey, everyone Im new here (this is my 1st post), but Ive been following the Story board for months. Im going to school for writing and wanted to post a story that's been in my head for months so here it is, please let me know what you think:

CHAPTER 1: Dreaming

As he laid on his bed, he drifted into his thoughts while moving his hand towards his lower body. Shawn was once again thinking about his art history classmate. For the past two months, Shawn has thought about Franklin, and thinking about him usually ended up with Shawn engaging in a increasing frequent sex-filled fantasy about Shawn masturbating session. As his hand reached it’s destination, the outside of his red boxer briefs Shawn thought about Franklin’s jet black hair, lately it’s been slicked back, but when Shawn first saw Franklin that warm late August day it was in buzz cut. Then it was his eyes, Shawn was instantly drawn to Franklin’s eyes, big, green and soulful. Franklin had the perfect amount of stubble on his long face and it complimented him quite nicely. His frame was a medium build about 6” tall, and you could tell that Franklin was athletic but he didn’t have a gym body, which was good because that never really interested Shawn. He then began to imagine Franklin in bed with him, holding him, kissing him, the thought of him being able to run his hand through Franklin’s hair almost drove his into a frenzy as he massage himself outside his boxer briefs. He wondered what Franklin’s body looked like. He could tell that while Franklin’s body was fit, there was some fluff to him, particularly around his sides, which Shawn dreamt of being able to hold one day. Shawn thought to himself, did Franklin have a hairy chest? Nothing turned on Shawn more than a decently hairy chest.


Shawn already knew that Franklin was a decently hairy guy, the images of Franklin wearing light khaki color cargo shorts the first few weeks of classes was a constant mental screensaver. As he pictured the leg hair he began to focus on Franklin’s well defined calf muscles, Shawn wished that he could put his mouth all over them kissing & biting them. Shawn could feel his blood beginning to reach his penis as his imagination became more intense. He closed his eyes and saw Franklin on top of him, Shawn’s penis became fully erected and his hand went inside of his boxer briefs as he began to massage himself. Shawn wished he could smell Franklin, he wondered if Franklin was passionate in bed. If they were together Shawn would of be submissive to Franklin. He would show his penis the up most attention. His mouth would show him nothing but pleasure, Shawn would savor his penis, his mouth move in sync with Franklin’s body. Shawn’s hands would embrace Franklin’s mid-section as he would look up to Franklin’s eyes to seek his approval, he would listen in delight to Franklin’s voice as he moan and patted. Franklin’s voice was always able to give Shawn an instant hard-on from saying “here” when it’s was time for attendance to asking questions about Van Gough, the ruggedness and warmth that it gave off. Franklin would say “babe, your mouth is incredible” Shawn would go faster and faster making Franklin moan louder and louder, up and down Franklin’s shaft and then “babe, I cant hold it anymore…..” Shawn then opened his eyes, he then moved his hand into his line of vision. Semen covered his hands as he laid there out of breath, he realized that his sexual cravings had been handle for right now, but he needed actual physical intimacy. He looked at his cum soaked hands and said “I need to get know Franklin Lovett.”

Shawn Elliott was a very gifted student from Albany, who received and full college scholarship due to his art. He was quiet but when he spoke it’s was meaningful. He could talk about art for hours, it was his passion, as he dreamt of being a comic book artist or a costume designer. He lived in a private dorm room, and that was by shear luck since he was one of the last to register. He was lonely at times but having a private room gave he the freedom to masturbate openly and freely. He was an openly gay 22 year old, he knew that he was gay during his teenage years as he would he dream about his high school’s star running back on a regular basis. An Only child, his mother died when he was seven and his father adored him, even when Shawn told him that he was gay in a letter written on his graduation day. Shawn’s eyes were of a rich blue almost sapphire, he was a young man about 5’10 with an average build. His was uniquely attractive with his most unique feature being his auburn hair, he was quite content with himself but felt something was missing.
Shawn was entering his sophomore year. It seems strange for Shawn to be 22 and only and sophomore but he took two years away from school to travel abroad. His journeys took him to London, Paris, Madrid, and Japan. He didn’t come from money but throughout high school, he worked at night as a usher at the local movie theater. From the age of 15 to Graduation, he worked without taking a day off, he didn’t even buy clothes for himself, sometimes wearing the same way twice in the same week. he sacrificed his time & energy, and it pay off, & On his Graduation day he had saved over $7000, a week later he was on his way to another country. The time spent abroad could be summed up in one word, indulgence. While Shawn was suppose to be finding inspiration, he was exploring his newfound sexual freedom. It was exciting to see had hear and feel these new faces, voices, bodies, sensations. “Foreign dicks taste better” was his motto but as time passed Shawn became bored he was ready to begin his life. He returned to the state and quickly applied to College. His portfolio was an automatic appetence letter, so when was officially accepted he quickly became focused on his school work. Closing himself off from a social life, this soon changed then moment he laid his eyes on Franklin Lovett.


Up Next: CHAPTER 2: Shawn & Franklin

*It's a little slow, but the next chapter (coming tommorrow) will be of a more quicker pace.

Thank you for reading!

 

[PhoenixForce]

CHAPTER 2: Shawn & Franklin

The rising sun hits Shawn’s face as he wakes up. He looks at his alarm clock as it flashes 7:30. He laid on his bed and thought about what happened the couple of hours before. He turned away from the window and his mind projected Franklin laying next to him, wearing nothing but a smile. Shawn did a double take and the image was gone. With this Shawn made up his mind that today, this Tuesday he was going to be the day that he talked to Franklin.

He jumped out of bed with confidence and walked with stride to the bathroom, where he stripped down to his bare body. He checked himself out in the mirror and felt good about himself. He took a shower and as the water hit his body, the steam and moisture relaxed and eased him. After ten minutes, Shawn exited the shower and let the heat contained in the bathroom dry him as he brushed his teeth and cleansed with mouthwash. He put on his clothes, simple denim jeans, long sleeve black shirt, black boots. He gathered his book bag and left his room.

As the crisp fall air hit Shawn’s face, he thought about his classes for the day. American Literature, Gender studies, and then Art history. He thought about what he would say to Franklin. Would he use a joke to break the ice? Ask a question about the lecture? It didn’t matter as long as he accomplished his goal. His thoughts sent him into his mind as he walked not realizing that he was walking into the direction of a runner. Closer, and closer the runner came until they collided, as they both stumbled around, Shawn quickly apologized, & as he looked up to get a clear look at the runner, he realized, that it was Franklin. Shawn was in a quiet panic as Franklin gathering his breath, replied “It’s no big deal, stuff like this happens all the time around here.” As Franklin was talking, Shawn took the time to scan Franklin up and down. Black sneakers with short black socks, his calves exposed due to his basketball shorts, a grey hoodie, zipped ¾’s to the top with strands of chest hair showing. Little trails of sweat moving down his forehead. As Shawn examined Franklin, he could feel a intense hard on in his jeans.

“Hey, I know you…your in one of my classes right?”

Shawn ignored his raging boner and shyly said “yeah….Art history”

“Right, you’re the guy who did the painting last year for the Dean of the Art department, I see your picture underneath the painting every time I go into the Dean’s office… Shawn?

Prideful, Shawn replied “Yeah, Shawn Elliott”

“Shawn It’s great work! Oh, yeah I think you already know my name is Franklin ”

“Yeah… nice to meet you , you run around campus a lot?”

“Two, three times a week, usually I’m up at around 5:30 doing this but I went to a study session for my biology class last night.”

“Wow that’s interesting .” Then an awkward silence hit the two.

“Well….see you in class.” Franklin then continued his run as Shawn looked on. As Franklin moved out of Shawn’s vision, he continued in his way to class.

Shawn’s first two classes were a blur, he didn’t hear or see any of the lectures. His mind was on cruise-control thinking those minutes with Franklin. Before he knew it he was in Art history.

There nothing sexier than when a guy walks into a room and acknowledges you with a glance and a smile.
And when Franklin did that and finished it off with a nod, Shawn’s heart melted. Franklin sat at his favorite seat (last chair, left side, front row) Shawn was at his usual set middle seat, middle row. There was still a few minutes before class. Shawn watched Franklin get himself situated. He had already did the hard part of talking to him. Now he wanted more. Shawn gathered his strength and approached Franklin.

“Hey Franklin, once again I’m sorry about this morning.”

“No big deal man, no one got hurt.”

“Yeah but I was being a big klutz.”

“You want to know a secret…Im an even bigger klutz”

Franklin smiles at Shawn. “You know Shawn, there was something I wanted to ask you this morning…Im having trouble with a project Im doing in my art therapy class, and I wanted to know if I could use your eyes for a fresh perspective.”

“Me?”

“Yeah I just wanted to know if you would swing by my room and get a feel for the colors, tell me what doesn’t work, what does.”

Shawn instantly said “Yeah”

“Cool, can you come by the North dorm at around 7? My roommate is going to be out protesting all night, so it’ll just be us.”

“Just you & me?”

“Just me & you”

“Okay. 7 o’clock then” Shawn went back to his back to his desk as Professor St. Croix entered. As Franklin looked and smiled, Shawn was elated…… and pissed knowing that he had to kill 8 hours.

Up Next: Physical

 

[WildBeast]

Good story so far waiting to see how Shawn and Frank's relation develops!

 

[Autolycus]

Your story is developing nicely, looking forward to more.

 

[PhoenixForce]

Thanks^^^

CHAPTER 3: Physical


After Art history Shawn returned to his room and stood in the center, feeling 101 emotions. He looked at his clock and realized it was only 12:19.

At 12:30 Shawn sits on bed and tries to find something to do. He looks at his room realizes that his room is completely clean. He went into his bathroom and while it was clean there was room for improvement. He turn on his computer started the media player and played some Indie bands as he started to clean up. The tub, white and spotless, the tiles, shined, the marble around the sink cleaned to perfection. After he was done he checked his clock to see what time it was, it was 1:07.

At 1:15 he started to review his notes for his gender studies exam, when he felt that enough time had passed he check his clock again to find out it was 2:08.

At 2:15 he started to work his superhero drawing, he became focused on it , working out the positioning of bodies and angles, when he felt like he was finished he checked his clock and it was 4:22.

Shawn was getting more antsy. He laid down on his bed and tried to take a nap, and he succeeded, when he woke up in was 5:46.

He then got up a went to take a shower, he was excited that the time was get closer. He was finished at 6:04 and he then spent twenty minutes figuring out what to wear. He decided on a Grey Henley with black trim, jeans, & his favorite Buckley boots, which if he believe in superstition, would be his lucky boots.

6:35 Shawn leaves his dorm room and begins his trip to North hall, Living in the West Hall, made the trip quick and easy. A cut through the Frat houses and a turn at the gymnasium, and he arrives at North Hall, sits on the steps and waits for a decent time to go up,

At 6:55 Shawn walks up to Franklin’s apartment, at his door he hesitates about knocking , then gently knocks three times. He can hear someone’s footstep walk towards the door and as it opens Shawn and Franklin’s eyes met. Shawn’s eyes examined Franklin from head to toe, Franklin was wearing some tattered jeans, a short sleeve blue shirt that nicely defined his upper body and showed Franklin’s arms, and for the first time Shawn saw Franklin’s bare feet, which were quite nice. Franklin’s smile overtook his face as he said:

“Shawn, you’re here.”

“Yeah…I’m glad to be here”

An awkward silence comes over the two.

“Shawn, come in”

Feeling anxious, he walked in and as Shawn entered the room, he surveyed it, he noticed the spaciousness of the shared dorm rooms, but they still had a level of privacy to them. He saw two beds, one with plain white sheets covered with a knitted quilt and the second bed covered with a heavy black blanket. Shawn stood as Franklin had his back turned pulling out some of his work from his corner drawer. He then turned to Shawn and saw him standing.

“Shawn, it’s okay that you sit, sit down and take off your shoes.”

“My shoes?”

“Yeah, to spare the carpet and so you can get comfortable, you’re going to be here for a while.”

Shawn smiled & sat on the carpeted floor, taking of his black Buckley boots he watched Franklin moving
In the corner. His jean really showed off his ass, it was firm and kind of poked out like it trying to leave his body. Shawn watched and smiled, being alone in a room with Franklin Lovett and it was a causal thing, he couldn’t help but feel butterflies, yet he hoped that this would be the start of something good.

“So your roommate is out protesting?”

“huh?”

“Your roommate, you said that he was going to be out protesting”

“Yeah he out at a rally, something about animals being used a guinea pigs for makeup companies”

“Wow, that’s big deal”

“Yeah, Zach’s a real hippie, but he’s been nothing but nice to me, so I let him do his thing, he’s a real passionate guy & supports a lot of the things I support.”

“Well, that’s cool, nice to live with someone you like”

“Shitty roommate?”

“Nope…solo.”

“Oh, well that’s cool, you get to walk around naked if you want, even though having a roommate never stops Zach. I can probably tell you how many moles Zach has on his whole body”

Shawn laughs

“It’s true… but enough about that, let me show you want Im working on.” Franklin showed Shawn a incomplete painting, the mood of it was somber and quite bleak, with shades of blue and gray. “It’s suppose to represent depression.”

Shawn examines the painting like a detective. His focus on it made Franklin nervous. Minutes went by without words. Franklin anxiously blurs out “What? Say something!”

Shawn coming back to reality replies “Sorry…I like the idea of it, and while it’s not finished, you should think about adding more darkness to it.”

“Like more black?”

“Yeah, depression is supposed to be bleak, dark, full of despair, you painting is getting there but it’s missing something more.”

“I see what you’re getting at….more black, done.”

Franklin stands looking at his painting, while Shawn sits on the floor quite.

Awkwardly Shawn says “Well…that didn’t take to long, so…I’ll go back to my room now.”

Franklin quickly turns “Wait, don’t go, I want you here, stay and talk with me man, I want you here.”

“You do?’

“Yeah you, seem like a pretty cool guy & I want to get to know you.”

“Okay…yeah I’ll stay”

“Cool, I got some brews in the mini fridge.”

Franklin grabs two beers moves toward Shawn, he sits right next to him and hands him the beer. Shawn and Franklin talked for hours about art. The importance of Impressionism, warm and cool colors, then the topics moved into life questions. Life, death. & everything in between. It was 1:00 am but it sure didn’t feel like it.
Shawn had many conversation like this before, full of insight and depth but they were all with people older than him. He felt at peace here, because he realized that Franklin’s very good looking but he didn’t care about Franklin’s body it was his sprit that made him special, but then an epiphany came over Shawn as he listened to Franklin talked. “WHAT IS FRANKLIN??? Shawn never realized that this thought hadn’t crossed his mind. Shawn never wanted to be one of those guys who fell in love with someone straight, the stress of it all is too much. Shawn
thoughts took him into his own head. Franklin’s voice became more faint and after a few moments Franklin asked a question that broke this.

“You get lost in your head a lot don’t you?”

“Huh?”

“I asked you a question and you didn’t say anything, you just sat there, like a mannequin. You go into you thoughts a lot ”

“Yeah, I do, but this time, it wasn’t because I wasn’t interested in what you were saying , I was just thinking about something.”

“What?”

“Oh, it’s nothing ju-just that….um….Im GAY!” Shawn was embarrassed.

Franklin replies “Um…cool, but I knew that already…I saw you at the GLBT party a couple of weeks ago, you didn’t stay long that night.

“Um…Yeah, I was there with my friend Gabrielle. It, it wasn’t my thing … you were there?”

“Yup, one of the DJs”

Shawn drinks his beer “You were there as an ally?’

“Um, No….”

“DJ gig was a paid one?”

“No…”

“Someone dragged you along?”

“I went on my own.”

Shawn was puzzled but then Franklin said the words that made everything come together.

“Shawn, Im like you, well kind of, I don’t have red hair or blue eyes.”

“Franklin…you’re gay?”

“Yeah…Im gay.”

Shawn’s heart raced and he butterflies multiplied in his body. It was like his dreams were actually happening, but then Franklin’s next comment made Shawn freeze.

“You’ve been checking me out.”

“Wh-what?” Shawn didn’t know what to say. He felt like he was a stalker.

“It’s okay out of the corner’s of my eyes, I noticed…and I like it.”

Shawn looked at Franklin he didn’t know what to say. All he could do is look at Franklin, then he lunged himself at Franklin kissing him. Shawn stops when he realizes that Franklin is taken aback. Both men look at each other not knowing what to do. Then Franklin lunges towards Shawn, getting on top of him pining his down in the process. Shawn cant free himself and really he doesn’t try to, as he enjoyed Franklin kissing he all over.

Up Next: Intimacy

 

[thermodynamics]

A lovely start. Keep i tup.

 

[PhoenixForce]

Thanks^^^

Chapter 4: Intimacy

“You’re really aggressive Franklin.”

“You have no idea.”

“You planned this the whole time, didn’t you?”

“You wanted this the whole time, didn’t you ? Now shut up & kiss me. ”

The sexual energy is through the roof in Franklin’s room. Shawn is in the middle of being pinned down by Franklin. Franklin moves his hands down Franklin’s body, he goes into Shawn’s shirt feeling his chest
Shawn, with his hands now on Shawn’s waist. Franklin eyes never left Shawn’s as he rubbed Shawn’s waist.

“I love your body, your chest, the hair, your nipples”

“Thanks”

“I going to suck your nipples, is that okay?”

“I guess, yeah”

“Good, because if you’ve said no, I would of done it anyway.”

“Oh Yeah?”

“Yeah”

Then Shawn uses his strength to overpower Franklin, they roll around on the floor, holding each other, wrestling. Both enjoy themselves, as they stop, Franklin gives Shawn a command:

“Take of your clothes”

“My clothes”

“All of them, the jeans, the shirt, lose them….Please”

Shawn moves away from Franklin and begins taking off his clothes. He starts with his shirt, exposing his bare chest lightly dusted with hair, Shawn looks down at Franklin as his watches, and sees nothing but delight on Franklin’s face. Shawn goes for his jeans., unbuttoning and unzipping, he pulls them down showing his midnight blue boxer briefs and thick grey socks. He stands there with a semi hard-on developing while Franklin looks at it, licking his lips.

“Funny, I pictured you a briefs guy Shawn.”

“Yeah? Why don’t you show me what you got.”

“No, no, no, you have to wait for it.”

Franklin gets up off the floor and moves towards Shawn , he walks around him examining him, he positions himself behind Shawn and begins holding Shawn’s chest and kissing the back of Shawn’s neck. The kisses became more intense, more passionate. Shawn felt like he was in ecstasy as Franklin began to suck his neck as he slowly moved down from Shawn’s chest to over his stomach. He soon reached the crotch. His right hand went inside Shawn’s boxer briefs grabbing his boner and as Franklin began to stroke it, his left hand began to rub Shawn’s nipples.

Shawn became fully erect and could now feel Franklin through his jeans. Franklin stroked up and down, getting a good rhythm Shawn began to pant. The sensation of a strong foreign hand moving from the head to the bottom of Shawn’s shaft felt so powerful, he was afraid because he‘d never experienced something like this before. Every so often Franklin would change the motion from stroking to jerking to squeezing as if he was edging Shawn. Shawn moans became more intense, louder as he felt the electricity surge through his body, His eyes closed, he barely noticed when Franklin suddenly stopped. Then he heard a command.

“Move to the bed”

Shawn moves to the bed.

“Lose the undies.”

Shawn strips leaving nothing but his grey socks on his body. Shawn’s cock was quite nice the red bush surrounding his penis was neat yet it had a sense of wildness to it. The girth of the shaft was quite thick and the length was a decent six and half inches. Franklin moves toward the bed taking off his shirt. The body was impressive and Shawn was quite surprised by the defined mid-section yet it was chest that Shawn was most excited about. It had the right amount of jet black hair and as Franklin knelled down to Shawn’s cock he knew what was about to happen.

“Shawn would you like to go further?”

Shawn nods

“Okay, but first let me taste it.”

Franklins mouth kisses the head of Shawn’s cock as his is forever changed by experiencing the greatest blowjob of his life. A blowjob that no lube, hand, or toy pussy could replace. The mouth tasted the pre cum release from Shawn, sweet nectar. Franklin gets up and takes off his jeans showing red boxer briefs that could hide a throbbing cock, which could drove Shawn to the verge of cumming three times within five minutes. Franklin got on the bed moved towards Shawn side by side. The two move towards each other and kiss.
Shawn moves down rips the briefs off Franklin and is amazed by Franklin’s penis. Fully erected and bushy, the 8 inch boner was everything he had hoped it would be. Shawn went to town on Franklin’s cock making it disappear in his mouth while Franklin did the same. The 69 technique had never been apart of Shawn’s repertoire, but doing this felt like a dream. The moaning from both men was thunderous as both used each other’s voice as fuel for the sexual fire. The moans become more, more frequent, louder, more powerful as both men fight off climax while feeling the sensation of oral sex. Shawn moves his mouth away from Franklin’s piece, he couldn’t hold it anymore, he moan and pants and pants as Franklin’s mouth gets the best of him. Then….

“Franklin-Frank-Frank-Frrrrrrrrrr-Im’Im- Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!

Franklin continues as Shawn keeps going bringing out every strand of released semen. Shawn breaths hard trying to gain his composure. He lays there relaxed and euphoric & as he comes back to reality he see Franklin’s cock needing release.
He shows Franklin’s penis the up most attention. His mouth showed him nothing but pleasure, as Shawn would savor his penis, his mouth move in sync with Franklin’s body. Shawn’s hands embraced Franklin’s mid-section as he would look up to Franklin’s eyes to seek his approval, he would listen in delight to Franklin’s voice as he moan and patted. Franklin then said “your mouth is incredible” Shawn would go faster and faster making Franklin moan louder and louder, up and down Franklin’s shaft and then “babe, I cant hold it anymore…..” Shawn then closed his eyes as cum shot all over Franklin’s chest. Shawn moved up to Franklin’s face and passionately kissed him. The two men laid in Franklin’s bed, silent and covered in each other’s semen, as the scent of musk and sex radiated from them. After what has just happen both are, excited, exhausted, & relieved, with a hint of insecurity not knowing what happens next.

Coming Soon: Chapter 5: Who and What Are We Really?