Puţini îşi mai amintesc astăzi de Nicolae Munteanu, un pictor de biserici dărăbănean în mare vogă la sfârşitul veacului XIX. Era cunoscut în rândul preoţilor din judeţul Dorohoi şi adesea solicitat în parohii să execute pictura murală a locaşurilor sfinte.
În 1895 Nicolae Munteanu reuşeşte să picteze două biserici.
Prima e cea din Ivancăuţi, iar următoarea cea din Bivolul Mare (astăzi Viişoara). Cu 10 ani mai devreme, adică în 1885, bisericile din Corneşti şi Conceşti s-au împodobit cu pictură completă. Autorul era Ion Munteanu din Darabani. Comparând informaţiile de care dispunem considerăm că este vorba de una şi aceeaşi persoană cu Nicolae Munteanu. Varianta cu doi fraţi, ambii pictori bisericeşti, pare mai greu de acceptat. Cum şi mai greu de admis este că vorbim de două persoane diferite fără vreun grad de rudenie. Prenumele acesta variabil, Ion şi Nicolae, înseamnă fie o greşeală de transcriere documentară, fie urmarea voinţei autorului, care nu trebuie explicată de către noi.
Oricum, e important să se ştie că în ultimele decenii ale veacului XIX, la Darabani a trăit şi a lucrat din plin, cu gloria smerită a artei liturgice, un pictor bisericesc. Despre care am dori să aflăm cât mai multe.
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“Coach told us. To go beat off. Seeing all those tents in our shorts; he said we should have all been working out naked. Our shorts weren’t covering up, anything, as our cock’s periscoped out and over the elastic waistbands of our shorts.” He says to his dad as he steps from the shower. His bare ass melts to the lid of the toilet bowl. He sweats from the steam and the exertions from his continued pounding of the fierceness of his cock. He wiggles as his ass opens, squeaking on the plastic surface of the thrown lid, as he takes whiffs from the cum soaked pouch of the jock that covers his face.
He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them. “That is your cock, son.” His father, says. “…but it does not make you a man. It only makes you a boy with a hard cock in his hand.”
His dad’s cock does not curve like that of his son, it angles like a fishing rod looking for fish under rushing river waters, from the deep furry patch between the father’s legs. He lifts his head from its bowed stance and looks into the eyes of his father wanting some acknowledgement.
His son bucks on the lid as he turns beet red from his carnal machinations. The pre-cum leaks, like a babbling brook, from the boy’s erect and pulsing cock, depositing its tiny droplets of juice onto the arm-hairs of his proud father. His father squeezes the nuts of his son, tighter and tighter, releasing more of the youthful essence.
“Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock. “What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face.
Daddy was furious as I could hear his deep breath. He sat down on the bench by the door. I was looking down afraid he was going to kick my ass. He lifted my head from my chin using the tip of his loafer where I can smell that smelly sheer socks he has been worn all day. Just when our eyes met, a big stinky manly wad landed on my face. Then I felt a big rough hand rubbing the spit all over my face. I heard the daddy say, “ next time remember what I told you exactly, I don’t want this to happen again, you hear me? I paused and said, “ yeeee…”. Before I finished the sentence, another spit and a big slap on me. “ when I told you something you must say yes. There is no room for you to argue or think, understood?” He said in a deep and firm tone. “ yes sir”. Without missing a beep I said it. “good boy, your night is just about to start.” His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid.
“What are you now, son?” His father rakes the clear juice of his son’s leaking manhood over the boy’s tensed cockhead.
I used my teeth to strip off daddy’s black sheer socks. I placed them in my mouth and washed them with my saliva. I swallowed every single sweat and stink from these socks. It takes so well. I rolled them into a ball and stuck them into my jockstrap where my small dick and balls were. “Stoke your cock while you sniff that jock.”
“I figured you did.” His father says. “You play on a team, so you know the purpose of teamwork.” Exactly a week after, daddy texted me with a different tone saying, “ get your ass ready tonight cause daddy is coming to your place tonight.” He was usually really sweet and nice, I was shot when I got the message. But automatically I said, “ yes daddy!” I guess I am a slutty whore for him right at the beginning as I knew my place where is always going to be inferior.
“That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway. His father’s words are what he hears when he erupts. His cum streaming like liquid threads from the pee-hole of his rigid cock.
“I managed to lift nearly two hundred today. I believe.” He explains. “But I strained a lot to do it. I was moaning. Groaning.” “Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad.
I was surprised He wasn’t angry. He said,” boy you wait here, I am going to the bathroom.” He closed the door. He must sit on the toilet with pants down because I heard him losing the belt but didn’t hear him peeing. After a while, he called my name,” get in here ass sniffing slut.” I opened the door and crawled to the side of daddy. Daddy was still sitting on the toilet. . Just when I was confused why he sat that and did nothing. He stood up and pulled his pants up. I did take a peep of daddy’s huge uncut Middle Eastern dick. Half hard like 7inches already. While he was doing that, he grabbed my hair pushed right into the toilet, and closed the lid. “ smell my ass from there boy when it is still fresh.” He paused and continued, “ Don’t move.” “Yeah. Yessir. Dad.” Garrett mutters.
“Yeah, dad, it’s me.” He shouts over the blistering rush of the shower spray as it pelts him hotly with force. “It was a rough practice.” The now lukewarm water streams through the curls of his hair rinsing away the last vestiges of the soapy lather. It all goes down the drain in a swirl of bubbles.
“Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad. “What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad.
“Have you fucked, son? Have you fucked? Have you dumped that seed of yours in those balls into a moist hole?” His father asks as he leans forward on the commode-chair. His hand squeezing the bulge growing larger in his tan khakis. “I don’t wanna jack-off, dad.” He says flabbergasted to his dad as he turns off the tap to the hot and chilly water in the shower.
His father unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the bathroom floor. Where his son is like the mythical David, cast in stone with blonde locks and cherubic face. The father is dark and with a day’s growth of stubble on his face. Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol.
He does not say anything in response to his father as his cock continues pulsing and jumping as the blood engorges his youthful cock more. And more. “What are you now, son?”
“Yes! Yes! I know you understand.” His father proudly exclaims. I was surprised He wasn’t angry. He said,” boy you wait here, I am going to the bathroom.” He closed the door. He must sit on the toilet with pants down because I heard him losing the belt but didn’t hear him peeing. After a while, he called my name,” get in here ass sniffing slut.” I opened the door and crawled to the side of daddy. Daddy was still sitting on the toilet. . Just when I was confused why he sat that and did nothing. He stood up and pulled his pants up. I did take a peep of daddy’s huge uncut Middle Eastern dick. Half hard like 7inches already. While he was doing that, he grabbed my hair pushed right into the toilet, and closed the lid. “ smell my ass from there boy when it is still fresh.” He paused and continued, “ Don’t move.”
“I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.” porn sex “What ya lifting now?” His dad asks as he fidgets on the commode seat. He can feel his hard-on growing in his pants.
His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds. dzieciД™ce porno “What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks.
Garrett does not go hog-wild on his tool. He caresses and adores it like one would an idol. porno dla dzieci “What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face.
“That you are, son. You are busting at the seams with your youth and muscles. Rippled from those vigorous physical workouts and stroking sessions. I bet.” His dad says. “You are gonna hafta to take care of that or you are gonna be miserable. You know that son, doncha. You know, I am right.” sex porn mom “What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks.