About Splattered

by Rob Rosen
12 pages / 3000 words
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You might've seen their artwork up and down the California coast, but do you know the story of Doctor Dick and Master Dan? Do you know how the Come Series came to be? For Dick, that bachelor’s degree wasn't opening any doors. For Dan, he wasn't getting the recognition he so richly deserved for his massive canvases. But throw in a new doctorate degree and one fateful day, not to mention two young, naked bodies writhing around in a kaleidoscope of paint, and what do you get? Well, a masterpiece and a love story, of course. Not to mention a whole lot of paint remover!

Sample

I met him on a trip down the California coast. A first for me. Artist communities from Eureka to San Diego. A bit too avant-garde for my boss' tastes. Still, one or two pieces did eventually catch my eye. Oh, and one stellar piece of ass.

His name was Dan. A normal name for a not-so-normal dude. The door to his studio was open when I arrived. I walked in, only to find him working away on a huge canvas, naked as a jaybird, slathered in paint. I coughed. He turned around, semi-turgid, his prick a brilliant shade of turquoise, perfectly matching his eyes, speck for glorious speck.

He smiled, gave me a slight bow followed by a mischievous wink. "Doctor Livingston, I presume." The joke had gotten way old after the first several times I'd heard it. Strangely, coming from his pouty pink lips, it set loose a million fluttering butterflies in my belly.

"Dick," I told him.

He looked down and gave his a tug. "Oh, um, yes. Sorry, it makes for a good painting utensil."

"No," I said, a flash of crimson spreading across my cheeks. "Call me Dick. That's my name."

His smile traveled northward, his angular face lighting up like the sky on the Fourth of July. In a heartbeat, he closed the gap between us, his long hair swishing from side to side, sinewy body flexing and relaxing with each long stride. His outstretched hand was suddenly in mine, those butterflies bursting forth, a jolt of adrenalin burning like wildfire up my back.