Page 11 of Pure Silence

God,yes.

He wanted the big man’s come to fill him up, he wanted his seed, he wanted him to use him and fuck him and leave him dripping and—

Fuck!

Day sobbed as he came, and he let go of his throat to claw at the coat. He forced himself to keep fingering his hole as his cock pulsed, his hips twitching as he continued to hump and rut to work himself through the lovely shudders. He moved his hand, his hole empty and sore, and he weakly rocked his hips one last time before collapsing.

Day sighed.

He hadn’t meant to come so fast.

Was it fast? Itfeltfast.

Day flopped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling in a daze.

He needed to get up. He wanted to clean the coat before his come dried and ruined his gift from the big man. His muscles were thrumming from the awesome release, and he did feel better now. He liked thinking about the big man coming in him, and a lurch of fresh lust was already starting to coil up in his loins.

Though his thoughts were still fuzzy, he was relaxed. He was also still horny, and he considered masturbating again to ease the insistent desire. Maybe he could try wrapping the coat around his neck this time. He smiled, very much enjoying that idea, and he slid his hand down to touch his soft cock, rubbing himself gently.

Too bad getting off hadn’t given him any brilliant ideas on how to find the big man.

Day didn’t even know his name.

How could he find him?

They’d met right down the block from a gym. It could be that the big man liked to work out there or that could be too easy. That might also be a trap. If Day went to the gym, something bad might happen.

But something good could happen too, like seeing the big man again.

The big man with the voice of an angel, his beautiful angel…

Fuck.

Day was frustrated. He stopped playing with his dick and hugged the coat instead, his thoughts blurring together and becoming a thunderous roar in his ears. He breathed slowly and tried to will his rising anxiety to stand down. He’d never wanted anything for himself, not ever. That was sinful. He didn’t want things. He didn’t need things. All that mattered was the mission.

Oh, but he wanted that big man so much that he physicallyached.

You must find him.

But how?

Staking out the gym was probably the best option. It was also the only option. But that also meant leaving the house again. Day didn’t like leaving the house. He really didn’t like leaving the house.

He smothered his face in the coat and sighed, praying for answer, for guidance, for anything—

Check the pockets.

Day lifted his head.

Check the pockets, my boy.

Day patted down the coat, and he froze when he felt something.

There! A wallet!

Day pulled it out, gasping excitedly. He quickly thumbed through the wallet’s contents, removing every card, receipt, and scrap of paper. He laid them all out on his bed in neat rows, and he couldn’t stop smiling.

He had a name.