A Memoriam Of Trees
I, Alexandre Savoie, alias Romantyke, claims ownership of this story. All names, characters and events mentionned indicia are purely fictional, and if there ever was such a name, character or event which turns out to be similar, this is coincidential.
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This is part six. As always, I write this one with a cigarette on my lips and my fingers writing it by hand, then typing it on my PC. If ever there is something I love to do when sitting down reading, writing or housekeeping, it is with my loyal cigarette dangling from my mouth. So if you guys love cigarettes, just sit a spell, light one, take a deep drag, blow a smoke ring, and enjoy this next part.
P.S. My lover wants to thank Nifty for giving me a chance. Bless his beautiful black soul.
April 12th 2009 Vallee de la Rouge Quebec, Canada
Todd's black dick had come again. It was pumped with mine, frotted by his agile hand. I came as well. There was a deep moment of passion between Todd and me, as we watched the both of our dicks, the white and the black, spit their creamy loads, throbbing their bellies doen at each other's, and the pure sensation of deep pleasure. Our dicks were like two etamines frotting to each other, both gay, until it was so intensely loving and beautiful, that the two penises were bursting with the man's potency and wonderful power of male ejaculation.
Todd had lit a cigarette, had lit mine, and we both smoked in silence. Naked, our bodies covered in sweat, and some cat hair on our skin, we both took deep, profound drags of tobacco smoke. And blew smoke rings to the ceiling of the canopy bed. It felt so good to smoke after coming with the penis of the man you loved.
It took almost a fortnight, after we both had found the wall, until, very excited, Todd had ran to meet me in the barns. He was very excited.
' What is it, my love? '
He caught his breath, but winced. Indeed, I was removing the insides of the fatling pigs I just shot for meat. I had to burn their pink hair to the flesh using a torch, then I suspended them each on a ceiling pole by one of their hinder legs. The saw I took had been used to cut the torso and reveal the insides of the swines. It was nothing shocking to me, nor to Todd, but the smell sure was rancid.
' The key, baby. I found the key. '
I paused, and my eyes bore into Todd's with incredulous stupefaction.
' How? '
Todd looked around. Then he whispered :
' Them farm masters, Maxime. It is them. They have it. '
My heart sank.
' Catherine and Patrick? '
' Yes, baby. '
We both pondered a bit. Then Todd broke the silence.
' We have to steal it. '
I did not answer, turned my back on him, then got back to work. Todd did not abandon.
' Baby! We have to! '
' I have to finish collecting the swines' insides, my love. I am almost done, anyway. '
Todd nodded. Then he stood there watching me.
' Light me a cigarette and put it it my mouth. My hands are full...'
Fifteen minutes later, I was done bringing the parts back to the house, and washing clean my blood stained and stinking hands and wrists.
Then we both took cover on the last floor hallway. Nobody could hear us there. The bedrooms were all empty on days, and four floors high was quite far from the first floor kitchen.
' Where is the key? ' I asked.
' In the masters' bedroom. '
' We will never get there without getting caught... hold on a minute! How did YOU get in there in the first place? '
' Catherine, baby. She needed a hand keeping an eye on little Anael while she aided Naila make her homework. And Anael brought me to the bedroom. And the key was there! '
' There... where? '
' In the drawer. '
We thought a bit. Todd lit a cigarette, and shared it with me. While saying :
' They are in the town until tomorrow. Why not now? '
I blew some smoke rings. Then I nodded.
An hour later, we have had found the ancient wall again. The snow had almost all melted by now. The weather was sunny, and some mesanges were singing in the still nude trees. It felt like spring was to come soon.
The door was there. And we stood in front of it. Todd took out the key. Then handed it to me.
' Do it, baby. ' he said.
' Nay! You do it! You have found the key! '
' You have found the wall and door! '
' You have stolen the key in record time! '
' You are the whitey, and I am the nigger! '
' And you are the most stubborn Black man I ever had the joy of meeting! ' I finally laughed. ' Fine, you stupid Black man! I will do it! But tonight, you have to cum thrice on my dick! Got it? '
Todd feinted a bemused expression. But I knew he was flattered. He knew I was crazy about my Black man. He trusted me, and I did he. So I took the key, and crept through the ivy branches, then put the key inside keyhole. It took a little while, but it clicked.
The door did not need to be forced to open. And we finally stepped inside the ancient perimeter.
I was going first, but suddenly, Todd took me and pulled me away in his arms.
' Wait! ' his commanding voice urgently croaky.
' What? '
But then, I stopped, and I knew why, now...
Whispers, laughters, and chattering voices. But they seemed echoing from inside the perimeter. Not outside. However, no one was in sight. Todd's African instincts made him start to walk in, holding me in protection.
' You hear that, baby? ' he asked abruptly.
' Yes, yes I do... '
There was absolutely no one inside the perimeter. Only a dead garden. But the whispers were getting even more audible, even more captable.
' Who's there?! ' shouted Todd.
Nobody answered. I began to feel an eerie prickling. But it was not fear. It was curiousity.
' Wait, Todd... I think I know... '
' What? '
I walked a bit around, listening and looking around. Yes... The voices were echoes of what sounded like memories.
' These voices seem to come from another place, or another time... another... dimension... '
Todd's face smiled.
' Kind of like... memories? '
' Yes... '
I went to the biggest central tree. It looked diseased, but was still alive for sure, and struggling for life. I touched the bark. And closed my eyes.
The voices were now clear... very clear... and in my mind's eye appeared images from the past. Colourful. True. And shockingly realistic.
' Well? ' Todd asked impatiently.
I calmly put away my hand from the bark. And turned to Todd.
' This garden is a shepherd place for what we call, the memories of trees. I am sure this is it. Come on. Put your hand on that bark. '
He did. Closed his eyes. And after a while, he was shaken with admiration.
' That is magic! Magic! '
' This garden is dying, Todd. ' I said deploringly, looking around. ' The remaining survivors are struggling for life. And I am sure the magic is almost all gone. '
Todd looked at me intently.
' Todd, my love. I want to restore this place to health. '
He did not answer.
' Please. Do it. For me. With me. '
He took me in his arms, and said :
' I will, baby, '
Going back home with Todd, a cigarette dangling from our lips, and having cummed thrice in the woods before walking back, I thought again about what task the headmaster had sent me to look upon. I reckon I found it at last.
To be continued...
Matane Gaspesie Quebec, Canada