Ken walked up to the image of the hot muscleman on the east wall. Having looked
around the room, Ken saw that there were two beds, so he was not the only one in that
room. He wondered if the other guy was gay like him, but he also figured that he had to
be. There was no way the staff at the school could know that he was gay... could they?
Since curiosity get the best of him, Ken wanted to see the painting up close. As he walked
over to it, he felt a cold chill run over his body, ensuring to make every individual hair on
his body stand on end. Ken wondered why he felt that chill, but put it off in his
mind.
Standing close to the painting, Ken could see all of the details. The man in the
painting looked thirty-five years old, was powerfully built like a defensive lineman with
hardened and massive muscles from working in the construction industry for several years
and he was covered in a nice dusting of hair, just like a real man would be. The guy was
hot and honestly, he was the perfect type for Ken. Having seen enough and wanting to
check out the other paintings there, Ken started to turn around when he thought he saw
the painting move out of the corner of his eye. Turning back quickly, Ken noticed that the
man in the painting had in fact did move. Ken wondered how this could be.
Now even more curious, Ken placed his hand on the painting, which sent ripples
across the surface. Ken, a bit wigged out, jumped back a few steps and the man in the
painting now looked directly at Ken.
"What... haven't you ever seen a living painting before?"
"Who... who said that?"
"Uh... hello me, the guy in the painting."
Ken knew this was getting weird and fast. A painting that was alive and talking to
him, it was unbelievable.
"Alright, if you are really alive then tell me who else lives in this dorm room!"
"Sure, that would be me. The name is Mark Johansen."
"You... you live in this dorm? I thought you were a painting!"
"Oh... I am, but just for now. You see, this is obviously a school to refine your magical
abilities. So, one assignment I was given last term was to create a painting portal and then
meet all of my fellow classmates and the teacher in a meeting room that was created in a
painting. So, I performed the spell, went in and found that this place was cool to hang out
in. If you think about it, a painting is a representation of the deep inner thoughts of the
human consciousness. It is literally a doorway into the artist's mind, which is pretty
interesting to say the least."
"So, you are a real person? Can you come out and meet me face to face? It would be
nice to talk to my roommate instead of a 'painting' of him."
Mark shrugged his shoulders, then an arm started to materialize coming out of the
painting. Then his massive leg, his thigh, his whole right side and then his whole left side.
Once he was standing completely out of the painting, Ken could not help getting hard,
stare and drool all at the same time. Now that Mark was out of the painting, he stood
there completely naked and holding out his hand for Ken to shake.