What Is the Meaning of Life? 4

I was in such a deep sleep... also, after one of those climbs! I already suspected Nildo to be a good fuck but honestly it exceeded my expectations! He had something - don't ask me what because I would not know how to define ... but it was a footprint, a temperature, a breathing, whatever. What I do know is that this made me feel several orgasms during the trance... orgasms without ejaculation, just that feeling you get when making fun and these orgasms are gaining proportions and go on going until we explode! Explodes! It makes you want to scream, run and fly! The day was beginning to dawn. But it was still dark outside, and I woke up with a feeling of biting on my butt; I trembled from fright. Nildo realized that he had woken up. It made me want to laugh, so I stood in the same position: face down against the wall. He began speaking in this whispered tone: Guess who's up to play with you? Without turning around, I responded by entering his game. I have no idea! You have to guess... if you can, win a presentation! Let's see... how long have I known you? - No, but he wishes he'd met you before. - Is he calm? He just gets agitated, out of control... when you play with him. My cousin, my Spanish classmate... - It's very easy! I will give you a few tips: he is quite brunette... likes to play "grutinha" ... always carries a backpack ... He's the coolest, most hyperactive prick who always ends his game by throwing a tasty milk on me. - All right, boy! Now I'm going to give your presentation... but you can't open your eyes! Open your little mouth... go! Hummm... That's it. You liked that? Do you like it that way? That's how you finish me off. What a tasty poop! You're the only one who can swallow this whole thing. What a mouth you've got in there! This asshole is so delicious how good it feels to stick your tongue in him and he'll be squeezing... biting his tongue come on, I will make a deal just like the one you saw at the movie yesterday. I stood on the edge of my bed and Nildo was standing outside, holding my waist pulling and rubbing his face against me with that huge hot tongue. Then he lifted up my legs (I even thought he would do a hand cart!) ... until it left me head down. He grabbed me in his arms and began to stick his tongue into my ass again while I traveled sucking at this thick widowed chest! It was an 69 on foot! Delightful! Almost shocked! My cock already screamed from him beating in my mouth! I can't take it anymore, I want to feel this sting inside me... lying here! Caduceus, will you sit on it? _ No?... Hummm Hmmm... Isn't that right? Hmm... Ahhh... Where is her head? Mmm... Sumiu? Aahhhh, what a piece of shit...! Ohh! Umm hmm ahhhhh! Where is this roll I had here? Smumuu? It's not... it isn't there! Hmmmmmmmm smumuuu again? It appeared!... Smumuuuu! _ Ahhh... What a delightful ass! You're crazy, really. Stay at that height, paradinho... Now it's my turn to make you disappear ... So!... That! Ahhhh... I will leave you without folds! I'll have fun! - Go... have fun on my chest! It's really delicious. I'm going to fill your ass with gala! Here, take it. - Calm down! (Laughter) We just stayed in bed a little longer, because Nildo was afraid that dad would arrive unexpectedly. Then we took a bath together but without any sexual pretensions. Although Nildo liked to fuck gays, he was the type who did not consider himself gay. I never discuss this kind of subject with anyone having such position. As Caetano Veloso said on one occasion: "Everyone knows the pain and delight of being what they are". I fully agree and know that I am deliciously gay. That's enough! If I get involved with someone whose behaviour is similar to Nildo, I do it conscientiously. I don't have to. So it doesn't make sense to be complaining afterwards that the guy didn't do this, he did not agree with doing that... however, to my utter amazement while we were in the Box and I was under the shower Nildo approached me, wrapped his muscular arms around me and gave me a very strong kiss ... really! After I had cleaned up and left, I went back to talking about the man-to-man (but not so much!) marking that he should do on my father. I spent the morning at home, more precisely in my room. Every now and then I remembered recent events <unk> a real turnaround in my personality and consequently in my life <unk> and laughed a lot. How can one's outlook on life change so drastically because of an outrage? But the truth is that I thought my old life was wonderful,... until experiencing this present! Now from that Cadu only memories remain without longing. I went down and started to clean the rooms. On the shelf, there was my sister's notebook. It had been opened on a page that contained a list of cooking utensils; it looked like a pancake tea list. She must have already prepared herself for marriage. Great! As soon as I finished reading the phone ringing...it was her. Around lunchtime, my father came in with the most cynical look on his face... full of bitterness and wanting to flatter me. Of course I was willing to give and sell, but there were two reasons for not giving in to his caresses: first the wound <unk> opened after he had been caught putting a roll on my sister <unk> that still burned in my chest; and secondly the state of my ass: torn apart by Nildo's strong blows which, incidentally <unk> were wonderful! When I refused, my father went to the workshop and did not return until late at night. Once again he took me out on a tangent. As soon as we were in bed, I reminded him that the next day I would have to go back to the hospital for examinations. Then another subject came up: She's getting married, is she? - She who? _ . and Your sister, she told me about it. There's a name for that kind of hurry: Yes, but your sister is an adult and they're going to get married of their own free will. - Does she know who the father is? - Cadu, what a question! I wouldn't be so sure! What's the matter, son... your sister doesn't go around with a three-by-four. It's for my boyfriend, you and everyone who supports Brazil in the World Cup. Don't say that, boy! If you didn't use a condom with your boyfriend, or stepfather... who are you going to use it on? _ Cadu, I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear your little joke! I already repented and apologized to you and made it clear that even though I have a lot of love and lust for you, I can not deny my liking and desire for women. What happened that day was a moment of weakness. Now, you cannot keep this in your head and make our relationship complicated, difficult... based on indifferences, attacks, insinuations ... And I don't speak only between the two of us but among all three. Who loves you more than his sister? - Have a good night. _ Cadu... I'm talking to you! _ . and I had never acted like this with my dad, and he was obviously shocked! Early in the morning I got up to drink water and urinate but his bed was empty. Very quietly I went into the kitchen and saw that he sat alone on the balcony. He would always be like this whenever there were problems for him to solve. I drank filtered water so as not to have to open the refrigerator because the lighting would reveal my presence there. I came back and slept. The next day, very early in the morning I woke up and heard a conversation downstairs. My sister had arrived with her boyfriend and they were talking to my dad. She asked how I was doing and my father answered vaguely "more or less". Frank was floating around. Then Dad asked if he could take me to the hospital. He would use his car which stayed at the garage. Frank agreed. I gave him some time and when I realized that my sister went into the bathroom, I came down. She stayed home and we all three got out of there. We left Daddy behind and followed my future brother-in-law and myself. I haven't said a word since we left the house, and Frank took it upon himself to break that silence. I still don't understand, or rather: I do not know the reason for your disagreement. Your sister spent those two days on site all sworn in, barely spoke to the staff... Everyone commented on the difference ... - Why didn't you ask her? I asked him if he was tired, and all he said was "Leave me alone", "I'll tell you later"... I don't want to talk about it with you or anyone else. and i think she won't tell either because... - Why can't I know? It's not something that concerns you, just... it is very familiar. - Fuck... and I'm not part of the family? There is her family, there's your family and then there will be the two of you. so certain matters are settled between you... and neither I nor Dad can interfere or have an opinion on them... in the name of harmony it would be good to respect those boundaries... shall we change the subject? I'm not even gonna ask her again. If you were to know, she'd have told by now. - So you think I'm a tit? (Laughter) - You clown! (Laughter) Have you thought it through, little bugger? (Laughter) If when you were single I didn't want to... imagine married! A lover thinks only of danger and sin. The shack, the intrigue and vexation! You say that because you've never played this role here, but the day you taste my gala... Take advantage of your delirium and chat with the pony! (Laughter) No, man... seriously now. I'm having a bachelor party at the place on Saturday. - It depends. - I just told you it's all fucking men! I'm not a man! That's right... you will be the main course! I'm sure your guests don't know the difference between a three-toothed fork and one with four teeth... for what kind of food each is used. Eita, I don't think they really know... at least not me. Well, try to learn... then you can get on top of me. You talk as if I'd use a fork and knife to eat you... _ But it is by the behavior that shows itself, at least on top of how a guy climbs: what am I going to expect from an ignorant person socially? That he will be a horse during sex! This obviously isn't something 100% reliable... but it's a strong clue! And in bed, darling, I want to be loved ... and not beat up! And I have nothing against my ass for mistreating him, letting them make cat and shoe. I love this little animal so much! (Laughter) - Oh, you piece of shit! - A lord at the table... a madman in bed. - What the fuck... are you going or not? And what's the costume? _ [Laughs] Everybody is naked! We've arrived, are you going to wait for me? I'm gonna leave my phone on, go home and get something to eat. - Then wash that stick well. Who knows in the round you'll get a kiss!? (Laughter) I'll wait sitting on a puff! And I'm going to sit in a puddle and wait! (Laughter) I walked over to the hospital lobby and started thinking about a possible transaction with Frank. Our chat in the car was just an occasional joke that happened between us, but it would be restricted to both of us. My sister didn't even know when we were alone this kind of talk went on. And then things fell apart! Until shortly afterwards I did not take his chants seriously because I understood he wasn't taking them either. But out of nowhere, one question came to me: "If it was a joke why couldn't it have been exposed?" I have witnessed jokes like ours, which he took with some of his friends who were gay. But not me. "Was that really a joke only on my part?" Well, well... if it's not my dear little nerve! What has been stressing you out? Tell him I go in there and give an injection into his ass with a needle the size of a knitting needle. (Laughter) You say it like that... the people are all staring at me! Shall we go in there? I'm on the clock, right? I went out just to call you... the "doctor boy" asked. Aah! Today he's a pile! He doesn't even look like that doctor so new! More like those old, stale and expired ones! (Laughter) If he can hear me! - He is so young, isn't he? I was going to call you, but now that you're here... - Calling me? The doctor went into surgery that was supposed to be quick, but it got complicated. - Oh, my God! We canceled all the appointments, but you look like a star on your forehead. - What about me? The doctor asked that only yours be confirmed. _ Oh, oh... did the tests give something serious that couldn't be postponed _ No... it's not that. It is precisely because this is just a check-up of exams. It's quick. He has already finished the surgery, he is only doing final procedures. I will leave you in his room. You wait for him there about five minutes. And I go home ... I am coming out from an awkward shift! ... ... Here it is. You can sit here. He comes right away. Bye and look at your stress! (Laughter) - That's right! It was a beautiful, bright room. An eye-catching decoration. His table had a glass top and a very different base... it looked like a large stone on which they put a glass cover. By the way, practically everything there had glass. A painting positioned behind the desk caught my attention: two bodies were intertwined but we could not distinguish their sexes. On the wall facing the door stood an art piece <unk> a sculpture. I went up to her and looked at the details. It was part of a male body that ran from his waist down to his knees. The penis showed itself without erection. I obviously started to imagine how hard it would be, and I was running my fingers over the stick of sculpture when I got surprised: - Hey, let go of my pin! Oh, doctor... what a fright! (Laughter) - Are you all right, Carlos? Do you remember? After the story you told me, how could I forget? _ Ah, doctor... Talking like this makes me uncomfortable! Just changing the focus: your room is beautiful! I'm amazed! If it weren't for the smell <unk> which is inevitable in a hospital <unk> no one would say that it was an office! I know... did you marvel at the room or that sculpture there? The sculpture is also great... I would even say spectacularly stunning! (Laughter) Too bad it's not real, just a work of art. This sculpture was created from a real person... it perfectly shows all his characteristics... the lack of upper body is intentional ... not to be identified. How would you know? I was the model! I knew it was a joke! (Laughter) Joke, Cadu... I remembered that story you told about the mechanic and skateboarder who work in your father's workshop! You were so precise with descriptions. Detailist. [...] But what man wouldn't want to have a bazooka like this?! Right? You're done with the surgery now, aren't you? Boy, I confess that at one point I thought we were going to lose the patient. But after six hours...we succeeded! It's been a long time since he had such a complicated operation. We opened it in order to solve a problem and found two more ... And worse! That they needed solving otherwise the first would be for nothing! There was no choice! I left this very moment. Look, I still have my gown and cap on. Wait a second... Let me just change here. The room was large, and at the end of it there was a partition made from blocks of glass. It had an undulating shape. Behind it were consultations in which patients needed to take off their clothes. There was also a stretcher. - Doctor... a curiosity: why are the openings of these robes backwards? Imagine if I were to go forward, right? There's a surgeon there leaning over the patient with an opening... let us say in his chest. Then without realizing it, a hair falls out of the doctor's breast, goes through the robe hole and lands into the cut on the patient-- that can be so complicated! It could even lead to death! Not like this immediately! But it will cause infection which may spread -- you understand? - Sweat? Sweating while working is not the privilege of bricklayers, mechanics or carpenters as many people think a surgeon has to use much force and even though there's air conditioning in the room sweating is unavoidable. Yes, I've seen it in movies and novels. Carlos, don't take this the wrong way... could you give me a hand here? It is complicated to untie that knot. - Oh, of course. When I got behind the glass partition, the doctor had already changed his pants and shoes, but he couldn't untie one of the knots that fastened up his gown. As I loosened it and opened its sleeve, a magnificent sight came to my mind: The doctor was wearing a tribal-shaped tattoo on the right side of his back. It was beautiful...and huge: it started just below the shoulder and went all the way down to the waist. It is black ...very well drawn! Also, I noticed that the skin at the end of the drawing showed a clearly demarcated division indicating bronzing in the region above the belt. What a beautiful thing! Turning and standing in front of me, another surprise: the doctor had a well-defined chest hairy... very discreet ... but that left me trembling. "What, Carlos?" he asked with a smile. - His tattoo. - Did you like it? It's beautiful, but I have to admit that it surprises me. - Because I'm a physician? It's unusual, don't you agree? Carlos, I'm proof that study and fun can go hand in hand. - Why are you laughing? 'Cause I was a surfer, ballad dancer and catcher... medicine is for the lucky ones, nerds... when it came out they fell backwards. - Shut up everybody! I've never stopped surfing. - Is that right? Is there anything more amazing than the sea? I don't know! [...] But yours is also very beautiful, so I thought of making one just like it. And as you know... _ Did you forget that I attended? - But mine is so hidden... close to the coccyx! - And at the time of injection? It was in the butt, and it still hurts. Well, I was thinking of using your idea to complete another one that I started doing and didn't have time to finish... until next vacation. - Can I see? It's in a very intimate place, sort of. - In the crotch? - That's right. On the beach, everyone will see. - It's not fair, why? You've seen mine, and I can't see yours. And I did! (Laughter) All right, you've convinced me. So go to the door and lock it. If someone comes in and sees me with my pants down... I went to the door and put my key in, but when I came back... he was wearing no pants at all. Didn't you like that one? I was speechless. What a tasty man! It's amazing how the image of doctor camouflaged the delicious man he was. And "pacote" ! The sunga made sharp outlines on that stick which looked juicy. I didn't resist! I let go of the bait. You're beautiful, by the way. I'll be ashamed of myself! - As far as I can tell, it wasn't a lie! - What is it, Carlos? That the sculpture was made inspired by his body... that carver is a lucky one! No, I didn't lie to you. Imagine seeing the treasure that's hidden behind this white fog! That's why I thought so much of you these days. Let's make a trade: You show me the tattoo again and I let you see what you want. Okay? - It's not that! I took off all my clothes and was left with nothing but underwear, he looked at me quietly and seriously. - Lie down. The bed was high, and there was a small five-step ladder to aid the climb. That ladder was very close to him; I walked up and down nearer and closer to him. My eyes were directed toward his and vice versa. The climate had changed! There no longer existed the doctor and his patient but two men wrapped in an atmosphere of desire. Our breaths now accompanied our heartbeats' accelerated beating. I was walking without feeling the ground, stepping on clouds and when I climbed my first step... felt his hands around my waist holding onto my underwear. - Can I? - You must! I climbed another step as he pulled down my panties and I stood like nature had put me into the world. I reached for the mattress. I lay slowly on my stomach, always accompanied by his eyes. I closed mine. I felt his touch first over the tattoo and then in my butt. I opened my eyes. He smiled at me. - Now it's my turn! He came very close. Came up two flights of stairs. The swing was covering his entire excitement. I put my hand gently on his dick. Touched it with the fingertips. It touched my face. Seriously now. And he went downhill in a slow motion. A beautiful roll jumped before me, its head pink and shiny <unk> skin didn't cover it. I grabbed hold and made two punch movements. I looked at him as if to speak but his fingers were touching my lips preventing me from saying anything... - Don't say a word. Green light. My lips kissed that head and then wrapped around it, taking a sigh of delight from the doctor. He drew his body closer and put one knee on the stretcher. His thick hairy thighs enveloped my head. Swallowed up with hunger, this cockle which leapt into my mouth whenever my tongue slipped in its most sensitive part: the <unk>-head who answered by offering me her baby... saltiness. I held onto her cockle, straightened out some more of my body, and as she sucked at his stick, punched too. The doctor grabbed my head and stuck it into almost the whole thing. It was inevitable, I turned red; we looked at each other with smiles on our faces; I sucked some more until I felt that little liquid again; then I pulled this stick out of my mouth but held the fluid in my tongue, touched its tip to the end and moved away from my mouth so she would hold her tongue against the pocket. - Do you like it? I love your pigeon, it's so delicious. - What about this asshole? The doctor turned on a little light, like a flashlight to be used in some sort of examination... - Hold on a second. He went into the living room and turned off the light. We were now in half-light. Wonderful! I stayed on all fours with my ass out of bed. He came up, bit one side, opened parts and touched his tongue as he circled through the forearms about three times...my butt blinked three times. He moved away from my body, directing me toward the light so that he had a perfect view of my little hole. He stiffened my tongue and stuck its tip right in the opening. Another twitch. When my buttocks relaxed, it penetrated my entire tongue. It made a move inside there. How delicious! My reaction sparked a flame, an itch... the doctor started sticking his tongue in and out of my mouth faster! It was making me feel something similar to what I felt when I got kicked on the ass... even better! - Get in here! I went with him, he sat on a couch holding the roll up high. - Sit down, you can take it. I approached, facing him. I stood on his legs with my knees propped up against the couch and slowly sat down. He pointed a finger in the direction of my little hole and rested his spit-stained head against it. My mouth came close to mine and our lips touched each other initiating an intense kiss as I carefully settled down and his dick penetrated my neck. There were no setbacks or pauses for me. The natural pain was not enough to overcome the hardness. That moment was magical! It was new! I felt my butt leaning against his legs, the kiss didn't stop... and then he started to penetrate me slowly but quickly. The doctor hugged my waist and gave me a deep punch. Without opening our lips, he turned and laid down my body on top of me. His dick was still in there. He put it inside... I'm about to make fun! - I'm getting there! It quenches my thirst! As soon as I finished speaking, he pulled the pigeon out of my ass and stood by me, bringing my head to his cock. I opened my mouth and received many jets of gala inside it. Simultaneously, my joy gushed over my belly and chest. He took a hand and spread even more my gala. With his pinkie finger, he made circular movements on one breast, then in another, milked again and brought his mouth. We looked at each other and smiled. He kissed me back. We got cleaned up and changed our clothes, exchanged phones... he made me promise to call him the next day it was his day off so that I could see him surfing. I was gonna call Frank, but he's waiting for me.