Date: Mon, 5 Oct 2015 02:59:41 -0400
From: David Mathenge <romantykeas@gmail.com>
Subject: A Memoriam Of Trees

 A Memoriam Of Trees

I, Alexandre Savoie, alias Romantyke, claims to have written this story.
All names, characters and events are purely fictional, and if ever it
happened, happens or will happen, it is coincidential.

Readers are reminded that giving a donation will be right to feel generous
by their gesture, however small or great the sum is.

This is Part One. Enjoy.

December 2008.
Mont-Tremblant
Quebec, Canada

Seldom did any place I had to go to gave me such a mad desire to go to ever
before.  I was of age. Finally. Eighteen years old. Finally, I was getting
out of that dreaded orphanage.

My mother abandoned me when I was nine. She left me in there. She said she
would be back in about a year.  ... but she never ever came back.

I had to be raised by agents of evil. In a way.  Orphanages such as the one
I spent my whole teenage were a downfall to Hell. A place where none of the
children asked to go. None of the children deserved this place.

But finally, I was there. Near the door in the dank entrance hall. Waiting
for the locked gate to open up and let in the sunlight.  My luggage were
all around me. I had waited for quite a long time already. These
monitors... all fucking pigs, sticking out from God's ass.

In my impatience, I leant on the dirty wall, took out my pack of
cigarettes, took out one, lit it, and puffed out the first smoke blow into
a fine, perfect and swirly round smoke grey blue ring that went all the way
to the candelabra, without breaking itself.

Nay. Although Canada prohibited smoking in governmentalist places, this
orphanage never heeded it. Every teen in here smoked. All the monitors. And
the newcoming youngsters were all looking forward for their first
cigarette. Smoking was granted to them once they kne to be a man. The
monitors said this by meaning how to ejaculate.

Yeah. That's right. Our monitors, all men, loved to have sex with all of
us. The bastards. They worshipped our penises, and we had to worship theirs
as well. How many times did I cum already? Perhaps a thousand times? Yeah,
yeah. My first ejaculation was when I was eleven. It felt like heaven. I
never lost the habit. They gave me cigarettes soon after, and this habit I
never lost. Nor I did not plan to. I love to masturbate, to cum, and I love
to smoke. Heavily.

We never had school. We were left by our own agendas during the day. Then
by nightfall... the orgies began.

I lit another cigarette and just relaxed, leaning on the wall. Footsteps
echoed in the corridor, then here was the Headmaster. Master Frederic.

He was the hottest one in the monitor team. By that, I meant that he was
the most gentle, the most loving (in a way), and the one who really knows
how to have sex. He was African American. Very bulky. His hair had gotten
white during my internship. But still, his beautiful penis could still
ejaculate better than the other men's.

Master Frederic was the only one I respected. He was the one who showed me
the true orgasm. He kissed me as well, something he had never done to the
former oldest residents. He smoked with me all the time, and never was
violent when I worshipped his black dick. The spasms going through the
shaft when it was cumming were spectacular. His thick, brown and delicious
lips were permanently made irresistible thanks to a cigarette. He never was
seen without one.

He was walking towards me. His cigarette unlit. I lit it for him. And he
blew the smoke in my face.

' I will miss you. ' he said gruffly.

Something lumpy came into my throat. The outside world was waiting for me,
and he had to stay.

' Maxime. You don't have to go if you want to stay.'

' I don't want to stay! ' I retorted.

He smiled. Tears trickled in his somberly dark eyes. He took a few puffs of
cigarette to calm himself down.

' Before I unlock the door and let you go, don't you have anything to say?
You have been here the longest. You are the record breaker! '

I did not say anything. I just lit another cigarette.

' Maxime. Don't you love me?'

I did not need to hesitate.

' Yes, Frederic. I do. I really do. '

Tears streamed down my Headmaster's dark cheeks. I burst into tears and
leapt into his arms.

' I will miss you so fucking much! '

He held me long. Crying on each other's shoulder. Then it came to me.  I
could wait just a bit longer. Just a bit...

My hand took his crotches. His dick throbbed suddenly.

He threw his cigarette, so did I, and he took me into his arms, like he
always did when we needed to shoot our loads, just the two of us alone.

His bed was comfy as he laid me down on it. He undressed me. And he
undressed himself. His torso was dark as night, with flecks of grey in the
hair.

He started to do what we both loved doing. He frotted our dicks
together. He lit another cigarette, and lit me one.

His hand was going up and down our shafts. It felt so good. Our eyes were
on each other's. We moaned very softly. The pleasure came to us. It felt so
heavenly.

He was the one who came first. His dick urethra began to throb violently in
his ejaculation. I felt it on my own. The feeling was so intense that I
came rigt after he started to. Our dick were still glued together by his
brown hand. He was pumping our dicks slowly, so that we may really feel the
power surging through our penises.

He lied down on me, and we felt asleep. He always protected me.

When we woke up, we smoked another cigarette. Then there came the parting.

' Come with me, Frederic. Come with me. Please! '

' Maxime... alas. I have to stay. '

' I love you, Frederic! '

' So do I! '

' Then come! '

' No. Not yet. You have much to do before we will meet each other and be
together until death separates us... '

' What will it be? '

' It is up to you to find out. '

He led me back to the entrance hall. He took out his key. Before he
unlocked the gate, he turned to me.

' Do not come back to me. I will be the one going to you. '

I was still pondering his words, when the gate opened. The sunlight was
bright!  Frederic took my face, and kissed me on the lips. For one last
time.

' Now, go, Maxime. Fulfill your destiny! '

' But! But! '

' Go! And be safe! And mind your Ps and Qs! Do the task placed before you,
and I promise I will be back to you. '

Before closing the gate again behind me, he had a sudden smile.

' Don't change the brand. Got it? Keep it at Marlboro Reds 100s. That will
guide me to you. Fare thee well! I love you! '

The gate shut with a ominous clang. I looked towards me. Towards liberty.
And sunlight. And my future. My grown up life.

A cigarette newly lit was placed solidly between my lips, I lifted my
luggage, and went off down the street.

To be continued...

Sainte-Agathe-Des-Monts
Quebec
Canada