A Memoriam Of Trees
I, Alexandre Savoie, alias Romantyke, claims ownership of this story. All names, characters and events indicia are purely fictional, and if by any way these occur to existence, this is purely coincidential.
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This is part five of my story. And the real fun begins. I happen to just have finished a book and decided to go on with my own writing. To be honest, I bawled like a child, since what I read was Roots, by Alex Haley, and it has been given to me as a gift by my African American lover. It was deeply moving. I hope that inheritances like this book will never, ever be forgotten. I have just calmed down, and decided to take a tea, a plate of biscuits, light a cigarette, and just continue the story I begun last week. And this time, the title will be explained. My sensitiveness has seriously been shaken. I am sorry. Now, sit back and enjoy.
April 1st 2009 Vallee de la Rouge Quebec, Canada
' Home sweet home! ' I chanted to myself, looking up with love at the barn house that stood in front of me.
I was assigned to saw wood. At first, it was very tiring work, but now, I was able to do it a full morning's worth of time. After breakfast, I had dressed up again for work, kissed Todd gently on his thick brown lips, and gone off to the forest where the sawing jobs were occuring.
It was a peaceful place when the chainsaws were silent. The only sound to be heard was the breath of the wind in the nude trees. The dripping of water as the snow melted from the tree branches. The occasional tap tap tap of a woodpecker somewhere out there. Or the gentle singing of a Blue Geai as it perched for a brief time in a tree near where I worked.
I counted the number of tree logs I managed to make that morning. Two hundred! I improved yet again! I took a break. I unzipped my working coat, took off my gloves, and just leant on a tree. Taking my pack of cigarettes, I took one, put it between my lips, and lit it with ceremonial gestures, then just smoked calmly.
The sky was a pale blue that was typical to those we can see meager days before the true springtime was to arrive. And white sheepy cumuluses crossed over it. It was a relaxing sight, to look at the sky, dotted with the tree branches hanging over me, and the clouds moving quickly. My lips was closing at my cigarette, sucking out the smoke, breathing it deep in, then letting it out very slowly.
I got a hard on. Very spontaneously, I unzipped my pants, moved my boxers, then took out my dick. It was throbbing already with the mad desire to ejaculate. I began to pump my shaft. Then I put my cigarette between my lips, and masturbated faster and faster. Taking drags on my cigarette. The pleasure soon overcame me, in waves. And wave after wave after wave, it surged through my shaft. Until the cum was preparing to gush out. My dick's belly contorted, then it began to throb intensely, and at the second throb, the cum splashed. I spurted ten times, and then I stood there, breathing hardly. I took my cock inside my pants again, then lit another cigarette.
I decided to take a little walk further in the forest. This part of the mountain, I haven't visited it yet. So I put on my gloves and started off, my cigarette safely between my lips for quick drags of pleasuring nicotine.
I just have no idea how much time I had walked. I was thinking about my lover Todd, and it was always exhilarating thinking about him. I realised I had crossed over the mountain, and was now on the other side. It seemed like unknown lands to me. Thankfully, the snow was not deep anymore, because of the unfrosting process that March had brought.
I turned my head to my left, and something did not seem to be part of a forest. It seemed like a brown wall. Maybe a bunch of piled up log trees? So I went that way to investigate.
It was a stone wall. Browned by decay. Branches all over it, as if these were ivy. Maybe in summer, these were all in blooms?
I was a bit scared, but my curiosity was tickled. I walked along that wall, making sure not to tread on anything that might be a trap or some other whatnot. Suddenly, I reached the end, or I thought I did. It was the corner of that wall. Because there was another side. Curious even more, I continued walking. There was the second corner. Then the third, and then...
' There has got to be something inside. This wall is a perimeter. ' I muttered to myself, the newly lit cigarette moving between my lips.
I continued walking alongside this wall, getting closer to the starting point of my exploration. And I stopped. There was a door. Well behind a bunch of branches of ivy. I edged my way in the ivy branches, and tried to open the door by pushing on its solid yet old wood. But it would not move.
I looked up. Perhaps I could climb the walls? But I thought better, or worse of it. The ivy seemed to carry some sort of solemn respect. I could not climb them and break them.
' I have to get in there! ' I decided.
Back home, and late for lunch, I explained discreetly to Todd what I found. He looked aghast.
' I'll go with you and check it out, Maxime. It might be a great discovery. ' ' Reckon they know about that wall here? ' ' Nah. I am sure they don't. And this seems very far from the farm limits. ' ' Then let's go. ' ' No! We will go tomorrow morning. '
I gritted my teeth. But Todd was right. We could get fired.
The next day, we walked over the mountain. Having been in my thoughts the last time, I was afraid I had lost trail of the place. We both wandered quite a long time. Our packs of cigarettes were empty.
' I need smoke. I am going back. ' ' No! You don't! '
Todd casted me a sharp look.
' I know we are close. Trust me. ' ' Baby, you have dreamed that wall up. ' ' No! I haven't! ' ' Smoked something else? '
This time, it was me who casted a sharp look at my handsome lover.
' Shut your yap! '
Behind Todd, there it was. The wall. I began running to it.
' What the fuck! ' began Todd.
But he was silenced when he saw. He joined me by the door a few minutes later.
' Never heard of it. You are right, Baby. This is a discovery! ' he mused, staring at the walls, bemused. ' Will you shut it and help me open this bloody door? '
But it would not open, not at all. Todd was much, very much stronger than I was, and far more muscular. And not even his shoulder could break through that sealed door. Then his eyes bent down on the wood. And he exclaimed :
' A keyhole! '
So it was. We stared at each other.
' No fuckingway. ' said Todd, shaking his head, ' We will never have the key! I am sure it is lost, Baby! This wall and door seem at least two hundred years old! '
But the stares we exchanged was meaningful. Very much so. We had to find that key, we had to. As we trodded back home, Todd and I would not speak a word to each other. And we refused to say anything to the others at the house.
Todd and I made love again that night. Before we both fell asleep, Todd stared at me in the eyes, and told me, very, very tenderly :
' I love you, Maxime. '
To which my only answer was :
' So do I, Todd. So do I! ' in the same tender voice.
To be Continued...
L'anse-a-la-croix Gaspesie Quebec, Canada