Silent Death - The Last Of Us

Chapter Nine: Don't Walk Alone

Finally seeing the skyline of the city filled me with so much joy I about cried. Horses are terribly uncomfortable to ride, and if we had to go any longer I might've given up.

Ellie doesn't seem to mind, maybe it's her lack of balls. Which I keep having to adjust so I don't crush them underneath me. How the hell did cowboys do this every single day? They must've been numb down there.

Ellie and Joel were talking about something I'm sure. I was too busy marveling at the city. Something about the overgrowth and the tall buildings is incredible to see. We pass a theater. Some movie called "Underworld" is playing, and whatever the hell "School of Rock" is. I wonder what it'd be like to sit in a movie theater and watch a movie. Probably pretty cool.

We continue on until we're in some sort of neighborhood tucked away in between the sky scrapers. Once the horse is pulled to a stop I eagerly jump to the floor, grabbing my crotch uncomfortably.
"Fuck that hurt." I groan, Joel smiles. "How did that not hurt you? Is it really just me?"
"Yeah it's just you." Joel playfully hits me on the shoulder as I scowl.

Ellie takes off pretty quickly,
"Ellie? Where' the hell you goin!" Joel shouts, Ellie flips around.
"To find someone who knows something!"
"Get back here so we can make a plan!" Ellie sighs, walking back to us.
"Alright, now if you're gonna go alone meet us back right here in thirty minutes. If you aren't here we'll come lookin' for you."
"Alright, see you soon."

Ellie takes off like bull, it's actually kind of scary how determined she is. I'd hate to get on her bad side that's for sure.
"Follow me." Joel said, less of a question. More of a demand than anything.
"Ugh. It's so cold." I rub my hands together, stuffing them into my pockets.
"Maybe you should've worn more than a tank-top under that sweater."
"Says the guy who's wearing a T-shirt under that." He always wears T-Shirts. It's his signature.

I look around for any motion, any clues to the whereabouts of some cult. 
"You don't hear me whinin?" I look away and see one building that isn't blocked up. Some name is on the front but it's so covered with vines all I can read is RA.
"There. Let's try that store." Joel looks over to it with me, scratching his beard. I love his beard. Makes me wild.

"Alright, you first." I wander over and find the door unlocked and pushable. Which is rare nowadays. I step inside, the place has a hole in the ceiling. Greenery is pouring in from it, along with some light.

Just as I entered the door Joel grabs me, turning me around and pushing me against a wall.

Still wet from the rain, Joel attempts to put me in a headlock as we fall laughing onto the moss coated floor, I throw an elbow into Joel's ribs, slightly harder than the situation required.

"Oof." Joel grunts out. "Motherfucker!"
Grinning widely, he wrestles me onto my back and straddles my chest. Then he shoves his dick into my face. When he got it out I'm not sure.

My mouth opens, my tongue sliding out to taste the tip that's already weeping. I like the taste. Looking up all I see is the shadow of Joel and the cock in my face. It's slightly scary.

I open my mouth wider, lifting my head from the floor to swallow more of Joel's length down, wanting to feel it in my throat. I lift my eyes to Joel's face, of which is looming above me with eyes darkened with lust, brown hair  glinting in the daylight.

Our eye contact breaks when Joel thrusts his hips forward, plunging further down my throat. He squeezes his eyes shut, and drops his chin to his chest with a moan. My gag reflex begins to stir, a muffled cough emits as I choke slightly around him.

Joel quickly withdraws, causing me to again lift my head, greedily chasing the fullness.
"Sorry baby. You're doin' a little too good though. That mouth is sinful." Joel rubs his thumb over my cheek lovingly, slowly stroking down my throat and gently squeezing - not to inhibit airflow, but a reminder that he could, if he wanted it. I'm not sure how I feel about that.