Simon at work...

Simon is inspired to do a painting of Walstead, Jensen and Falwell in a painting, together, and works this up...had to make it okay to post on Blogger without a notice.

(BTW, I did this all from memory, no models

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Simon decided to make Falwell’s image in the painting as salacious as possible. Maybe take inspiration from one of Tom of Finland’s Sailor Duos. 

He pulled out his Tom books to flip through and found the perfect one...well, no, maybe two possibilities. One from Dian Hanson’s Little Book of Bikers, where two leather lads were chatting up a naked surfer boy near a sauna-bar; the other from Military Men, where what looked like an Army ranger in full uniform was caressing the leg of a shirtless sailor. 

He looked through his photos of Jensen from the night of his arrest and none of them excited him, for this, but there was one in the courthouse that caught a fine profile shot of him that could almost have been a Tom image. 

So...put him on a body that's kneeling before Chris’s crotch? As Falwell stands behind them, growl-glaring out? And Chris just there to be pretty? 

Simon all but laughed from joy. This would be fun. 

He spent the rest of the evening working up sketches to figure out the best layout without it being too obvious a reproduction of Tom’s work. 

First was Falwell holding his blazing glory near Jensen’s lips with Chris smirking at something off in the distance. 

Then he shifted Jensen closer to Chris with Falwell behind him, a hand holding him by his belly as his dick caressed his ass, like he’s the younger man’s owner. To one side of the frame or the other? The board was 20x30 inches so needed to be well thought out. 

He dug back into his storage of images and found two more that would work for Chris, three for Falwell, and the perfect one for Jensen. So wound up with Falwell in the center with Jensen kneeling to his right, focused on Chris to his left. 

Jensen was naked, of course, and erect...and holding onto Chris’s semi-erection. He was also toying with Falwell’s joyous dick. On a balcony. 

Behind them, what could be a desert with mountains in the distance. Like Palm Springs. Or an ocean cove, like in Hawai’i. 

The outline looked very clean and neat and rather lewd, just like Simon wanted. Next step was to begin transferring it to the board to lay in the colors.

He finally noticed the sun was beginning to rise. He looked around his room to realized he’d worked up nearly two dozen rough sketches before settling on this one. And he was just beginning to get sleepy. 

He had some tea and a muffin then crashed on his bed. Nothing was scheduled for the rest of the week so he did not need to keep to any particular schedule. He woke about noon...

And found no missed calls from ReShawn. Okay. So he was on his own. 

Simon would not beg for their help. He never begged anyone, not even when he was with Doyle and nearing the end of his rope. So he showered, had a can of soup for lunch, and began detailing the sketch of Falwell, Jensen and Chris.

This would be in thick acrylics, not flat graphic style. Obviously, not something to show at just any art fair...but still joyous and uncompromising; it would be interesting to see just how much of his anger and hate he could pour into it. 

Then maybe make it into another postcard...with a ditty...

Chris and Ivan, busy hustling for another meal,

Saw an old man passing by and thought that they could steal

All the old guy had, by means they knew were pretty real.

Neither one has been seen since. It’s all part of the deal.

Yes...this would be joyous.