Joy another chapter rearing to go! Today we have a look into the exciting life of a Smoker, a very curious, crafty, and horny Smoker...
Thank you to doggyblade for the spark of inspiration and idea! And this is purely in third person.

Physical Exercise

A lone Smoker lounged on top of a run down broken building, stomach down with a single arm hanging loosely off the side as he watched the Survivors below. They had been darting into the abandoned buildings for quite some time now, they were aware of his presence, how could they not be with his constant hacking, but he wouldn't bother them and risk getting shot. True there hadn't been a vicious Smoker attack for a long while due to them calming down and not actively trying to eat the remaining, but humans didn't take too well to being tied up and licked all over. That seemed to upset them incredibly, they weren't using the salty sweat on their skins and they were getting a quick bath so what was the problem?

The Smoker sighed and shook his head, getting up and stretching slowly. Of course this caused a round of coughing and hacking and curious glances from the survivors below, but he just turned away and headed across the roof. He was hungry for a salty snack, but the humans were too selfish and keeping to themselves. The Infected tasted horrid and he wouldn't get his tongue near them, but the humans were a pain to catch now and never went without a partner. Getting your tongue shot off and having to sit there and regrow it wasn't fun, at least Smokers didn't kill too much anymore. A sound caught his attention though, making the Smoker cock his head slightly. It was a kind of moan, normally he wouldn't raise a grunt at this, but it was different then the lifeless and monotone sounds the Commons gurgled out.

Intrigued he wandered over to the far corner of the building, and down below he could see the light on in one of the buildings. He couldn't see what was inside of course from his vantage point, but the sounds were too interesting to pass up. The building he stood on however had humans inside it and he was sure they would take it the wrong way if he walked through to hang out a window to stare into their neighbors. So if he wanted to curb his curiosity he would have to get creative, luckily Smokers were one of the best at finding ways of getting what they wanted. A single golden eye flicked around the roof and a slow idea that evolved into a plan took route, it was risky and he could get shot but he hoped that the surprise would be enough to stave off any bullets.

Using his long tongue he wound it around one of the large metal power poles and sat down, weaving his long legs through the corded muscle and scooting back towards the edge. A deep breath and he tipped backwards, hanging upside down off the side as he slowly let more of his tongue slide out to lower him down. He was soon at eye-level to the window that beyond had the sounds, peering inside and trying to keep his coughs to a minimum. Unknown to him though a little boy had his face plastered to the window a couple rooms down, staring at the Smokers back.
"Mom it's Spiderman! I think he's sick though, do we have any cough medicine?"

The Smoker was however preoccupied in what he saw, having to swallow a few times as his mouth filled with saliva. Inside there was a large man stretched out on his couch, the little picture box showing a couple of males mating. The Smoker had never really been interested in mating with others, that had been reserved for his more high energy brothers the Hunters. What he was interested was the male in the room, watching as he stimulated himself to the picture box. But that wasn't what he was focused on, he was focused on the large amounts of sweet salty sweat that rolled in dollops off of his bronzed skin. He had never seen a human produce so much at one time, not even when they were running around from hoards in the middle of the day. Was that the key? Did such stimulation create enough heat to produce so much?

Ideas began to flare in his brain as the man finally reached completion and sagged, noting that a strange weakness was in his limbs that could be easily used to his advantage. The male staggered to his feet and turned off the device, heading into the bathroom for a shower by the sounds of the water. He needed to get into that room, but how? Glancing up at the pole he was on he figured it was stable enough, rocking his body slowly back and forth. Sure enough he started to swing, his hand reaching out to grab onto the sill as he continued to attempt it. He felt sudden pain though in his tongue, looking up and seeing the ledge was cutting into it with every swing. Could this get worse? According to the survivors that were walking down the ally below, yes...yes it could. With a cry his tongue snapped and he plummeted to the ground, hearing a similar cry from below as he fell with a hacking/coughing bellow.

A loud grunt, a puff of smoke, and a single solid thud was his entrance to the assault below, feeling like his face was smashed against the gritty black surface. He didn't move as he heard a whistle and voices, obviously a few chuckles told him they were amused.
"Dude that looked like it hurt."
"I think this Smoker is trying to be a Hunter."
"Well...that was kind of good. Gave me a start..."
"Should we shoot him?"
"I would feel terrible if we did that, he's trying...just let him go..."
The Smoker heard the man scoot around him and head out of the alley, though he needed to tell his body to stop hurting before he was able to scrape himself up off the ground. True the didn't hurt as much as a human would, but he did feel pain. Sighing the Smoker leaned against the wall and stared up, waiting for his tongue to grow back.

Minutes later he had roped the top of the opposite building and drew himself up like a rope, sliding into the room and glancing around. The male was still in the bathroom with the shower, and the scents of one-sided sex hung in the air. Walking over to the couch where he had been previously the Smoker's long tongue slid out and drew slowly across the surface, a soft groan of pleasure coming from him at the salty taste. This was only enough to wet his appetite, his eyes sliding to the door as the sounds of water shut off. Moving quickly he pressed the button he had seen earlier and the picture box woke up, displaying it's pretty images of the males on the screen mating again. Then he hid in the room close to this one, tying to quiet his coughing to not give himself away.

The large male strut out in his birthday suit, eyes flicking to the TV and cocking his head. He could have sworn he turned it off, ah but the porn he was watching was once again turning him on. A healthy sex life always promoted a strong wit, he couldn't be distracted and have something sneak up on him. And people said he didn't do any Physical Exercise, they certainly didn't know him. Plopping down in his usual spot he stared at the screen, turning up the volume. His neighbors always complained when he did this, but what did he care what they thought about what he liked to watch? Large fingers wrapped around his slow growing erection, stroking up and down and stimulate himself as he licked his lips. Skin heating up he shivered, entranced with the rapidly moving bodies on the screen.

The Smoker couldn't stand it anymore, even he wasn't completely dead like a common to ignore such sounds starting to utter from the male. The picture box wasn't helping either, and he could feel his own pants start to tighten. Ah but there, the beats of moisture produced by the human body have started to appear and slide. He wanted it...needed it...a drug to Smokers like no other. And like the addiction it was to them the pull could not be resisted, so with a harsh cough he sent his tongue flying into the room and around the male. He didn't give the startled man time to scream, his tongue curled tightly around his mouth like a gag and wound around his arms and legs to prevent movement. Struggle he did but it was futile, the Smoker sauntering into the room and the man's eyes widening in fear. Giving his tongue more slack to move the end around he began to slide it along any available skin, the rest of it shifting with the end to rub and coat itself in the salty goodness.

This wasn't enough though, the Smoker had seen him produce more. It tasted different too, sweetened with hormones to make its taste indescribable. His single golden eye slid to the picture box and its images, getting ideas and seeing the man tense in fear as his thoughts clicked together. He struggled even more now, shaking his head and making upset noises. This wouldn't do, the man needed to get excited again. Glancing back at the picture box he saw one of the males on there placing his tongue on the others member, but his tongue wasn't very long or big. He could do a better job, and turning back he extended his tongue to do just that. The man screamed in protest that soon turned into a moan, the Smoker's tongue curled all the way around the hardening erection and rubbing and stoking slowly then quickly. More and more the struggles soon became simple writhing in pleasure, the Smoker getting hot himself as he watched and tasted.

What was this? A different kind of salty taste was starting to ooze from the tip of his cock, it was almost as amazing as the natural sweat as well! He needed more, and he would get more. Removing his tongue from the males erection, much to his whimpering, he decided that his own pleasure should be satisfied as well. Situating himself in front of him he cast a golden glance at the screen then back to the male, focusing all his strength into his tongue. Then he lifted the man up and flipped him, using the muscles in his tongue to force him to bend his knees and have his ass in the air. This of course brought on another round of struggling, but it was quickly stilled as the tip of his tongue pressed against the ring of muscle in the mans backside. The man was afraid to move and he shifted a second of his tongue to loop around his dick once more and being his stroking, making the body before him relax slowly. Then slowly he pressed his tongue against the ring again, breaking the seal and sliding inside.

The man jerked and whimpered again, but he continued and pressed more of his tongue inside. It was hot and tight, and the saliva on his tongue would soon make it slick and wet. Following the example behind him he slid it almost all the way out, making the male shiver. Then he pressed back in again, repeating it slowly as he tongue-fucked the male. He was pleased when the man began to push back against him, his skin heating more and more and that delicious nectar sliding out. Coughing roughly he pawed at his own pants, managing to get them open and his own erection popping out of the rusted zipper. The Smoker had never done this, watching the picture box and noting how it was done. They kissed with tongue too during then? He slowly removed his tongue from the quivering male, a groan of disappointment coming from him. But it was quickly met with him tensing up as the Smoker pressed his own weeping tip to the recently vacated entrance.

A quick jerk of his hips and wonderful heat and tightness surrounded him, the Smoker giving a cough in approval. Hips flush to the mans ass he felt his whole body shiver in delight, loving the feeling. Then it was like something snapped in him, his primal instincts waking up. Broken short nails dug into tanned hips as he jerked himself out then slammed back in, causing the man to scream and arch his spine. Repeating the process he panted around his tongue, the length stroking the males cock as he gave more leeway to the end. It snaked up the males sweating torso towards his lips, removing the gag and draping it around his neck instead. It didn't take much prodding for him to open his mouth, allowing his tongue to enter the hot crevice and curl and play with the muscle in there. Both his tongue and cock slid in and out of the male at a rapid pace, panting heavily and coughing in pleasure. It was more then he could ever have imagined, now he could see why his Hunter brothers constantly attacked survivors for this. The males mouth didn't taste too bad either, and the feeling of him sucking on the thick muscle was exquisite.

He was close, the Smoker could feel the slow building heat in his gut and knew he was going to burst soon. Swiftly he stroked the males cock and rammed hard into that sweet bundle of nerves that made the man arch every time. Finally the male beneath him cried out around his tongue and his whole body went wonderfully tight and ridged, and ropey white liquid spilled out that was quickly licked up. A few more harsh thrusts and he filled the man with his seed, a shiver running up his spine of pleasure. That was good, and wonderfully the male was covered in salty sweat! After drawing himself out of both holes he slowly unwound his tongue from the limp male, sliding it all over his burning skin and taking the last drops of the sweet nectar. Knowing that it was a bad idea to linger, and he was satisfied for now, the Smoker climbed out the window and used his tongue to scale the building. From there he sighed and laid himself on the roof to stare at the now dark sky, tip of his tongue licking his lips and wondering if the skin color made them taste different...he'd check that in an hour...

Maybe he'd get a few Smoker friends to help...

How'd you like that one? R&R and let me know what you want to see!