Master Picasso or master worker's steel pickaxe

The works of the master craftsman or the workmanship's action stick?
Of course I preferred the second option!
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Oh no, for God's sake I just closed my eyes.
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What a fucking boring alarm clock.
There was no other way... I got up like a zombie... My body refused to start the procedure before eleven o'clock. Went into the bathroom with my eyes closed <unk> nailed, heavy. Walked dragging my feet as if each of my thighs weighed fifty tons. The twenty steps from my bed to the door of the toilet were more difficult and painful than the walk that payers of promises make going from Fortaleza to Canindé barefoot carrying a cross on their shoulders and faith in their hearts ... God! Crazy comparison! Less, less! But it was very hard! Fuck! I went under the rain. I had to wake up in the middle of nowhere, and after my bath...
I was talking to the walls in disgust: "This is bullshit! I've tried my best to get an afternoon class... but this motherfucker of a college lives by arranging work for three shifts!" Shit! If pure theory classes weren't enough, asshole! They even invent museum visits, exhibitions, art fairs ... That's shit! In fact, it's a bucket full! And on top of that, at nine o'clock in the morning!
I was disappointed with that course! So much studying to pass the entrance exam, in a course which had been my dream and everything related to me <unk> Visual Arts. And when classes started: text and another text and more text and other texts...And so as not to fall into routine: one more text! Just reading and discussion and small groups for discussing the text and summary of the text, and filing of text and review of text ... People! Only theory? Because it is "Visual arts", I expected a more practical course. But until that time, the only practical activities were to visit places where I was exhibiting something related to art. This time we had as an activity going to a certain exposition about Picasso's works! That exhibition has been happening for one month and I left it like always on the penultimate day...
It was all ready, but the laziness was so much that I sat on the couch and ate some biscuits <unk> What did my mother miss! <unk> And fell asleep again. I woke up with the sound of a bell. I went to answer thinking it was him, but it wasn't.
- What is it?
Hi. Good morning! I'm Ronaldo. I think it was your father the person with whom I spoke. Actually he was looking for someone to do a service. A friend pointed me out.
- Ah, you're a bricklayer and have come to see him?
I'm a construction worker. I was here last week; I even made the budget for finishing the bathroom service. He scheduled me to come today. Can I talk with him?
- He's traveling. I mean... I think he is coming soon. You are too young to be a master builder. Well, I say this based on those who have worked here!
- No, but I'm not that young! The color helps! We blacks always seem to be younger than we really are!
I'll give you thirty!
Oh, my thirty!
- Do this, I'll try and talk to him.
If you don't do it today, he will have to find someone else.
- All right, you can go inside and wait...
You're the one who said I looked younger.
(Laughter)
I went to call my father, but was almost sure that he would not be able because by then he and Mom should have been in the air.
- Hey, Dad, are you here yet?
(Laughter) We were just at the airport -- wow, it's hard to find available seats.
- What about it?
We're going to a hotel that the airline has offered until there are vacancies, and they say today is it!
Father, there's a boy here.
It's true, I had forgotten about it. Son is settled there with him... Do not let this guy escape! It was hard to get his availability and the man is best!
- And what do I do?
(Laughter) He already knows what to do. The price has been agreed, pay there and we get it right!
- You're not going to pass me the leg, huh?
- It's all in the house! (Laughter) Kidding. Right there, boy! Trust me! If you can't trust your own father, who are you going to trust?
That's where the danger lies! (Laughter) All right, I promise to think about your case.
Don't lose that man, son!
I'm not going to lose! (Laughter) Kidding. I was already leaving... for a college activity... but I do that tomorrow... or if he finishes early, I can even go later.
- Look, this job has to be done.
- Another one.
I got to the balcony and Ronaldo wasn't there. I thought, "Wow! Has he given up?" So I went out into the garden and he was pouring water on his head using a hose that is used for watering plants. He had his back turned away from me. I approached him but did not notice my presence because of the noise made by the rushing water. He shut off the faucet, shook his head <unk> threw everything at me <unk> and began unbuttoning one shirt button after another so as to let the water run down his body without drenching it. When I saw this piece of pleasure over here... I was sure that male had something much more interesting to expose!
Her back muscles were perfectly outlined, but what caught my eye was a tattoo that she had right in the middle of her back: three Japanese letters written vertically starting just below her neck and going to where it corresponds if you're looking forward at your bellybutton.
- What do those letters mean?
He turned around in a panic, went pale and then smiled.
Excuse me for using the hose here, I came with this sun on my head.
Ronaldo, do you know the meaning of these letters?
I've asked you to put it in this order, so that means love plus sex equals life.
And obviously, you believe this... that life only makes sense if there's love and sex?
(Laughter) I got that tattoo to shake up a person... who's been with me for quite some time. Think of the woman not valuing sex at all. It was amazing! The timing of intercourse, it felt like penance on her part! She did do it, but she had an obligation written across her forehead: "I don't know!" There are people who don't care about either of those things. Honestly? I do not know how they live! The most unpleasant thing!
It's... well, I believe those are two very important things, yes.
- He may have... but I don't know him!
But from what I understand, that love you're talking about is the love between two people... right?
- Right.
Yes, but there are people who love to work and sometimes give up a relationship because they enjoy their job more.
Stop being with someone for work, money?
- I didn't talk about money.
- What do we work for?
_ Ronaldo... generally, yes. We need to be paid because we live in a world driven by money! Everything that we do from birth until death must pay for it. It's capitalism! But when you are doing what gives pleasure ... You know? You have passion for the craft, you enjoy getting up every day and producing something, I don't know! Money takes second place. You need it! But not he who encourages you to do what you do! One thing is work out of love, another one is working under compulsion... Work today but with vision on payment! For example volunteers! They work for love and not money, so they won't get anything out of it. But just by being there, contributing to what you do best already becomes more rewarding than a salary!
_ It's... everyone thinks in a different way. I, for example, work hard, dedicate myself, try to be the best at what I do, but I am sincere ... it is for what I will get! If, for instance, I had to leave this profession to have someone who loves me with me ... would not think twice. Money, I can achieve working on something else. But love you don't find like that around every corner!
Well, Ronaldo... if we could do that, there'd be plenty of material for a long debate on this subject but I need to give you my father's message.
Otherwise I won't have any money at the end!
The thing is, my dad's not coming back today but he...
I explained everything to Ronaldo, and we went in the house. He asked me about the equipment, and I said that he didn't know but because my father had given him guidance on how to do his work it must have been bought and stored somewhere. So I called him up so that we could look together. We started from the garage then down to the service area -- nothing!
- Ronaldo, the last option is a little house in back.
_ Let's go, then?!?
We went, and the stuff was there.
- Good, now we have to take it!
But don't worry, I will take it myself.
- No, Ronaldo! You'll lose a lot of time. Let's do the following: let us make this trip together. Then you start working there and I will drive alone. So that you can buy some time!
- All right, if that's the way it is.
When we got to the bathroom, Ronaldo said:
- Where can I change my clothes?
- Oh, of course!
Ronaldo took off his shirt and unbuttoned his trousers. When they were falling down, I froze to see that Ronaldo was without underwear. His body seemed so perfectly worked by hand. Without realizing it, I stood paralyzed looking at the middle of his legs. He laughed...
- Is it because I don't wear underwear?
No, I mean yes.
I'm all roasted, these parts here are raw meat!
As he said that, Ronaldo took his bag along with the roll and held it up high so as to expose his groin...
When they're like this, I can't sleep at night.
I'll get the rest of it.
I made a few trips carrying the material, but it never leaves my mind that spontaneity of Ronaldo. He worked with his back to where I left the trays and toiletries and gallons of paint and rushed dough. There was only one more trip.
- Ronaldo, is that gallon of pasta open to bring?
- I did.
- But I think the dough is petrified.
- No, no. It's like that only on the top part. From mid-gallon down it is normal. Do you prefer me to go get?
- No, you can leave it.
I went to get the gallon of dough, but in the corridor that led into the bathroom a little bit spilled out and when I turned around to see the dirt, I lost my balance and fell. Besides being all covered with this mass, I twisted my ankle and hand while supporting myself. With the noise Ronaldo came running and found me lying down and writhing from pain.
Man, I guess I had a feeling this was gonna happen and that's why I wanted to go on the trip.
- No Ronaldo... I've got a foot and hand! Calm down, let me pull this dough that looks better than you.
Shit, it hurts so much!
- Just wait a minute...
Ronaldo quickly cleaned up the spilled dough and came to me.
- Look at that! Besides the twists, there's a lot of mass on you. That mass causes irritation! Good thing you have a shirt... but your arms and legs! We need to wash this! Is it difficult to support the foot?
It's already swelling up!
Wait... let's take off that shirt!
- What are you gonna do?
I'll carry you to the bathroom and wash it off.
- The foot hurts the most.
- We see it in the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Ronaldo started taking off my clothes and asked me to sit on a pot in his underwear only.
- Let's try the Cinderella shoe!
Oh, Ronaldo... only you to make me laugh at a time like this!
Boy, from what I can see... it looks like you're just displaced.
- What, by doing magic?
- No, like this!
Are you out of your mind, Ronaldo?
I started crying.
I can't believe you are crying.
- I won't!
Ronaldo looked at me funny.
- You can keep your foot on the ground!
- You detonated the rest!
(Laughter) Okay, you see?
Boy, did it really work out!
Ronaldo was squatting right next to me. In a spontaneous and quick act, I kissed him on the cheek. With a beautiful smile and clearly articulated, he gave me a kiss as well.
Now the hand is no good, it's more fragile... let me see!
- No, I'm not making this up!
Do you think I'd do it the same way with my foot?
- Oh, my God!
Now cry for me to see you again! (Laughter) Ah, that's laughter. Decide: either weep or laugh!
_ [Laughs] You madman!
Come to the shower! No, you're like a pear-shaped man. (Laughter)
- It's all right.
- Wait... let me take off the rest of your clothes!
Getting naked with you is going to get me hooked!
What's wrong with seeing you naked?
I don't know if it was shyness, or shame...
- Afraid of what?
- What?
(Laughter) Okay, if it's because of shame I get naked too! And if the fear is to be "that way" [laughs] Be cool. I don't see anything wrong with that! Men are like this... and we're men! Go take off your clothes!
We got naked. He grabbed my arm and helped me get under the shower, he took a sponge, put liquid soap on it and went all over my body. Inevitably I was getting aroused; we were silent. I looked at him and his dick stood more erect than mine. But neither of us would move forward with that signal. He wiped me off and then helped me into bed.
Whoa, whoa, slow down.
- You're not gonna cry again, are you?
- I'm holding myself back from doing that!
If you cry, I'll have to suckle the baby!
It's like, wow!
You want a pacifier, baby?
(Laughter) The baby loves that kind of pacifier!
The baby can suckle!
- But that's not a pacifier, it's a hickey.
But this one is special, it's chocolate.
- I like chocolate!
I've known since you greeted me when I arrived that this bitch is delivered in a chocolate pacifier.
- You got it?
I've had a lot of entries, but you have to twist your foot in order to get into the game.
He knelt on the bed next to me. I was lying there, and his roll swayed right across my face. It was a beautiful piece of shit with its size and thickness matching it's physical structure - no more or less than that, and it was this proportionality which made him the most incredible work of art I had ever seen. A work that not even Picasso, for all his genius, could bring about in me such a sense of delight.
Around his cock, the trimmed hairs gave an excellent impression of zeal for himself, vanity, appreciation of his body. My appetite increased. I was hungry for pleasure. I craved orgasm. I had a thirst for sex. These intimate needs were further intensified when I tightened up the skin that secreted from the head of his dick, pink and shiny, and it exuded a unique smell of well-groomed man. I did not hesitate to stick this pigeon in her mouth and suck every inch <unk> which only confirmed the delight that its member already promised.
It was my wish to remain forever tasting that manly, haughty, pulsating, warm living piece which lay at my pleasure. He moved his body back and forth in a calmness I understood as an offering of his phallus for me to taste by taking from it all the pleasures he could offer me. No hurry!
With each penetration <unk> that went very deep, leaving only the bag outside <unk> he emitted a sound produced between his tongue and teeth...
I'm not going to tell you what it is.
It was an expression of horny, lustful hunger for body!
You're good at that, huh?
Your body tastes wonderful.
I started licking him from the bag to his neck and he was like a bathing cat, you could just feel it with your eyes closed.
I began to suck his nipple, which naturally remained in its place on the thorax. At the same time I punched him; he pressed my head against his breast and I felt his scent penetrate through my nostrils causing a sensation of ecstasy throughout my body. I passed my tongue between his few hairs where there were very little hair, then went mad. I stuck it into his bellybutton and made circular movements. Once again I pocketed his pigeon by thrusting her entire throat inside so that she was quite salivatous.
Stop, stop or I'll spit! Let me lift you in my arms...
Ronaldo took me to a big chair that was near the window. He mounted me on one of his armchairs. I bent my body well, letting my butt give in to its desires. He moved away, touching handkerchief. Staring at my little hole he came closer and slapped so hard it left five fingers "carimbado" ...
- Whoa, whoa!
And he just stood there, cracking open my ass and brushing up on my groin with that big hot wet tongue of his.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
Ronaldo pulled my body closer to the end of his arm so that my butt, in fact part of it, was out of support. He leaned back down again and opened up my ass tightly <unk> I felt like he was going to cut me open halfway! <unk> And stiffened my tongue by inserting her whole and when she'd been introduced moving it around. That was wonderful. Accompanied with their moans, it was impossible to describe. My buttocks were a warning sign as they blinked! Every movement of the tongue, a bite from my arsehole! Since my dick was pressed into the arm of that chair, with those moves, I who was about to make fun decided to put a pile in business!
_ My cousin wants to taste your chocolate pacifier!
- I'll be a while.
That's the question that won't shut up! We will only know by testing... Get in, slowly, home. I love my ass so much! Let him get confidence in your fucking ... Then he can have a party!
Come on, get your ass wet! That's it.
That shit looks like a sword, you stop but the pigeon keeps punching me inside.
That's even better! Hummm... What a boner in that ass! Hottie! Ohhh...! This arse is a little box of surprises! He swallowed my whole dick! Cheesy! You will get slapped!
- Oh, my God!
So, has my whip earned your ass's trust yet?
They're so close they look like one!
I'm going to set these folds on fire!
That's it, fuckin', get in there like that!
- You want more?
I want more! More! This is delicious.
Now you'll be toasted with my gala!
- Give it to me, I'll have fun too!
There you go, drink it all home, drink my whole fucking thing, motherfucker!
I'm going to take a look at it.
Oh, my God!
Now I've got to go to the hospital and see my fall wounds, sew up my folds.
- That's all right.
Whenever I feel like crying, I'm going to use your chocolate pacifier!