Fading hope (Pt. 4)

I couldn’t believe how quickly my plans had changed. Just when I thought I was coming home to rest for however many days I needed after spending so much time away and almost dying. But no, instead I’m making the journey from cozy Serenity to the metal fortress that is Fort. Dawn. I didn’t even get to sleep in my private apartment for a single night or pay my respects to Sergeant Jameson’s pregnant wife before having to be out the gates.

The lord commander had requested me by name apparently. Now I know I’m popular, but this is the first time I’ve been requested by a leader of another community. Major Richards doesn’t count. We knew each other rather physically a few years before he started sitting behind that desk. Those were fun days.

There was just enough time left in the day for me to cross the distance between the two communities so long as I kept on the move. To my dismay, I ended up getting sidetracked. While up along the roof tops just about halfway to the fortress with the evening sun just above me, I stumbled upon another Scavenger. I could tell he was rather new at it. He wore the badge with pride on his loud gangling vest. The dude was making more noise than one ever should. So theres no wonder to why he roused several Freakers only to have them chase after him.

The dumbass had the bad idea of cornering himself after making it a single block. Normally I don’t involve myself in these kinds of things, but the kid seemed so helpless, and I just knew he was going to die if someone didn’t help him. Given he was trapped in a trash depository alcove between buildings, I had to scale the roof tops to get a good angle to make a move.

I used the commotion the dude was causing to mask my approach. He was lucky just those Freakers were on his tail. The paths between the communities in Nova were generally kept clear as can be with Infected drawn elsewhere like Downtown. So, this guy probably has a strained relationship with Lady Luck.

Getting to a second level balcony I positioned myself to aim the rock I had picked up. Keeping myself steady, I threw the rock with precision. It soared through the air in an ark and smashed through an intact window I wanted. The rock proceeded to break something else inside causing more of a disturbance.

The two Freakers banging on the door jerked their heads toward the sound. Their diseased faces pulled back in a snarl, and each let out a shriek before darting off. Their actions were so animalistic as they rushed to kill whatever made the sound. By the looks of their freshly blooded clothing, they had changed recently. Maybe yesterday.

Once they were out of sight and tearing the inside of the building apart, I whistled as indistinctly as I could to not draw them outside. To my surprise, the dude opened the door and stuck his head out looking for his would-be killers. I snapped my fingers loudly twice catching his attention. The moment he saw me, he stepped out of the door and completely ignored the weight of the door. It slammed behind him with the sound resonating around him.

“RUN!” I shouted, pointing in the direction he came from.

The Scavenger did as I said and booked it as fast as I was rushing to get back on the rooftops. Several high pitch screeches could be heard coming from down below in the building. They were on the hunt again. I should have abandoned the guy them, but shit it was just two of them. I’ve delt with much worse in the last twenty-four hours. This I can handle.

Just so I don’t lose you in the hunt, I’ll summarize how I heroically saved this novice and received a reward.

I chased after the dumbass across multiple roof tops, I was able to direct him towards a system of ladders designed for people to climb and evade Infected at the same time. The damn Freakers, given how fresh they were, nearly scared him off the second set of ladders he had to jump to. They were so agile that they were climbing the escape route too. Unfortunately for them, they weren’t calm enough to keep steady and fell several stories to the ground.

One landed on their head killing them while the other just clawed at the air up at us with its legs broken. I only looked away from them when the dude made it up to the connecting roof. Needless to say, he was incredibly grateful for saving my life. He even had the gall to give me a hug! I had to check my pockets to make sure he didn’t steal anything.

Since the sun was getting ready to fall past the horizon, we decided to hold ourselves up in the nearest Scavenger Den. It was probably on my part, but we lucked out in staying in one that had a fireplace. I took to building a fire as Brett asked me a few questions.

“How did you know which way to save me?” He asked in a boyish tone.

I plopped some logs into the fireplace and shinned my flashlight around to see if there were anything worth kindling. “Years of experience. I take it you’re fairly new at this?”

“Is it that obvious?” He laughed lightly trying to hide his embarrassment. “I was just given Rank Four from the Scavenger’s Guild.”

“Nice,” I nodded my head, “You’ve got recognition for your Drops now. Still have more to learn, though.” I found several books laying in a corner and took to ripping them for kindling.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Brett’s tone was a little dejected. “Got any advice for a fellow employee?”

I laughed at his reference while stuffing the wood with the paper. “First off you can put that badge away.”

“This?” He pointed the guild insignia attached to his body. “But how will people know what I am?”

“Smart Scavengers conceal their badge.” I looked at him and pointed out, “You don’t see a badge on me. Keep it hidden so others don’t know what you are. If they do, they can exploit your work.” Turning away, I went sifted through my belongings for something to light the fire.

His facial expression showed he was understanding what I said. “Th-that makes sense. Where do you keep yours?”

“With my ID. Good place to keep it really.” Pulling out a match book I broke off one of the sticks and scratched it setting the tip ablaze.

I put the match up to the paper and worked to get the small flames to spread. While I did so, I notice Brett remove his badge and pinning it to his own ID booklet. When the fire came to life, it lit up the room making it feel a bit homier.

The only thing better than sitting by a fire in the apocalypse is having a cute boy sucking your cock. How we got to that point was a simple remark of repaying a lifesaving favor with a sexual one. I had to tell him repeatedly to keep it down with how vocal he was being. I was half tempted to choke him with my dick. If only I didn’t want to scare him. Damn did his throat feel good though. He may lack experience, but he definitely had assets to make up for it.

"Fuck, you're a cock slut aren't you, Brett?" I said in a teasing tone.

He pulled my sloppy cock out of his mouth with a pop. "Yes, sir." he replied and stuffed me back in.

I swear I could have cum down his throat, but I would be damned if I did not dick the hungry boy down. I fucked his face with a few more thrusts before pulling him off. Beckoning him over with a finger I said, "Be a good boy and give me your ass." 

After running a hand across his naked body, I turned him around so I could have a closer look at his ass. So perfect and round, I could not help but slap it. He gasped sharply and I did it again which earned me a whine. I snickered while I gripped and massaged each of his cheeks separately. His hips were moving along with my massaging as several moans and deep breaths came from him. Prodding his hole with my finger really excited him. He backed up and slipped my finger in with a pleased hum coming from his throat.

“Shhhh,” I reminded him as I relished just how warm he felt inside. My cock was even harder now thinking about how warm his hole would feel wrapped around my cock.

I withdrew my finger and slapped his ass once more. "Sit on my chest" Brett did as he was told and straddled me while facing away. I continued to play with his ass making sure it was ready for me. He continued to arch his body and repositioned himself where his face was at my crotch and his ass was close enough to eat.

I took a taste and could not help but dig in. Brett was moaning over my cock while I stretched his hole with my tongue. My hips were bucking into his face as he sucked my cock. I did not want to wait anymore. Placing my hands on his ass, I pushed him down. He got what I was after and repositioned himself to sitting with the head of my cock poking his entrance. I could feel his spit was still wet when I pushed against his hole and found my own work allowing me to sink into him. He slid down my cock until he sat against my hips.

Brett stayed there for a moment adjusting to my size. I could feel him quivering around my cock. With both hands on his hips, I nudged him into a slow rhythm. I gave him another moment to relax before picking up the pace. I had him bouncing on my cock from tip to hip. His tight hole accepted my cock's dominance sliding up and down my length with glee. His ass slapped against my crotch; the smacking echoed almost as loud as his moaning. I had to cover his mouth so the Infected could not hear him groaning about how great my cock was. I didn’t want to test his favor with Lady Luck with mine too much.

His ass, however, was so great I was losing myself in it. At one point in my lustful fucking, I found myself standing and gripping his hips as he lay face down on floor. My cock was plowing into him with such hunger I thought I would never be able to leave his tight hole. I took a lot of enjoyment out of the stifled sounds coming from him as I ravaged his hole. 

When I felt myself coming close to my climax, I knew what I had to do. Feeling the pressure building within myself, I gripped his hips and plunged all of me inside. Brett gasped as I flooded his insides with my seed. I kept thrusting with each wave pulsing through me and into him. His insides compressed around my cock as I heard him work out his own orgasm.

The two of collapsed in front of the fire place. We caught our breath and before long we were back at it. I didn’t mind the distraction. Brett came off too green to be faking his personality. He was one of the rare genuine people out there that didn’t have an ulterior motive. I was almost sad to see him off the next day.

I hoped I’d come across him again someday. His ass surely knows how to take a thrashing and I could share my experience with him. Maybe we will meet again. Alive, I hope.