He’d known the man was only there because Father had paid him, and it had hurt Day’s feelings. He had wanted it to be special. Sin or not, it should have meant something. It was over quickly, and Day had asked his Father not to bring home any other men for him. He’d find his own partners.
Father had known he was lying.
More men came.
Sometimes it was better. Sometimes it was worse. It was always noisy and weird and he’d felt filthy when it was done. There hadn’t been any ofthatsince Father died, and the only seed spreading Day had done was by himself with the covers pulled up over his head. He didn’t want to buy someone’s company. He wanted something real and happy and wonderful and…
What he’d felt when he was with that big man.
The big man was kind and handsome, and he’d been so nice to Day. He had such a nice smile, and Day had never seen anyone so huge before. He’d had the most ridiculous urge to hug the big man and smother his face against his big, broad chest, and, and…
And you could hear him…
Yes, Day could, and he didn’t know why.
That wasn’t supposed to be possible.
Even the men Father had bought for him had been noisy and disgusting, and Day had usually put his hand over their mouths so he wouldn’t have to hear the constant profanity.
Maybe it would be different with the big man. Maybe it could be… nice.
But that was just a little too perfect, wasn’t it? Meeting someone with the voice of an angel days after he’d slain another abomination? While it could be a reward for a job well done, it could also be a trick.
It might be some sort of test.
The big man might be a trap, Day realized, a distraction sent to steer him away from his holy mission. The big man might have been placed right in his path to ruin everything, and Day had to be vigilant now. He had to know the truth about this strange man and figure out why he was here. This couldn’t be a coincidence. It had to mean something.
Even Satan could appear as an angel of light.
So, what was the big man then? An angel? A devil? Perhaps someone else touched by God as Day and his Father were?
Praying didn’t bring any answers.
Jerking off might not either, but it might make him feel better.
Day had taken off the trench coat, but he held it close to breathe in the big man’s scent while he touched himself in bed. He’d undressed except for his underwear, and he rubbed himself through the thin fabric until his precome made a big wet spot. He imagined the big man’s thick arms wrapped around him and holding him down, and his cock was so hard that it throbbed in his hand when he finally pulled it out. He squeezed the shaft, stroking himself from root to tip in short bursts.
He wanted to make this last. He wanted this to feel good.
Day stretched out the coat and then rolled on top of it so he could grind his cock down into it. He liked how it felt on his dick, and he thrust his hips slowly, creating delicious shivers of pleasure that took his breath away. He could smell the big man all around him, and he bowed his head to press his face into the coat.
He continued to press himself against the coat, chasing the hot friction and panting. He braced himself on his elbow and pulled his underwear down off his ass. He shoved his finger in his mouth, sucking on it to get it slick. He reached back to tease around his hole, and he moaned softly.
Day’s voice was rough from lack of use, and it sounded so strange echoing in his ears, a croak of desperate pleasure he barely recognized. He brought his finger back up to his lips to spit on it before returning to playing with his hole, still humping the coat.
He pressed the tip of his finger in, fast enough to draw out a hiss, and then he pushed deeper. He needed lube, but he didn’t have any, and he was going to have to make this work. There was a part of him that liked the burn. He liked how it made him squirm and rock into the bed harder, the penetration creating a rush of pressure that caused him to moan again.
Grinding into the coat faster, he pumped his finger in and out as he forced his hole to open up. He was sweating now, his cock trapped between his belly and the trench coat, and his face was getting hot. His balls were tight, his dick was pounding, and he wanted more. He tried to cram in a second finger, and he sobbed when his body resisted.
He couldn’t move both fingers because he was still far too tight, but he continued to push to keep up the intense pressure. He humped the coat in earnest, and he gritted his teeth as he let his imagination run wild.
Yes, the big man was here. It was the big man here with him, fucking his fingers inside Day’s tight asshole and making him writhe like a whore. No, wait, it was hiscock, yes. It was the big man’s fat cock pounding away inside of him, and it was the big man’s strong hand around his throat cutting off his air and making him see stars as his vision darkened.
Yes, that was it.
The big man was fucking him and choking him out while he fucked him, and he was going to give Day his come. He was going to keep fucking Day until he gave him his come.
White-out pleasure shot up Day’s spine, and his entire body clenched up.
