Page 120 of His Boys to Protect

Ward stroked a hand over Charlie's left buttock, making his whole body tingle all over. “We'll go slow, buddy. Okay? Nice and slow. And if you don't like it, we'll stop. You just say so. Understood?”

Charlie nodded again.

“Okay.” Ward moved away, robbing Charlie of the warmth of his body. Charlie almost whined, but Ward was back a moment later with a bottle of lubricant in hand. “Charlie? I'm going to prep you. I'm going to use my fingers to open you up and help you relax so you can take my dick without pain. Okay?”

Charlie hesitated. Ward was going to put his fingersthere? That sounded yucky. And unsanitary. He must have missed all that the first time they were together, when Ward was inside his Sky there. But then the man's penis brushed against his crease again, and Charlie couldn't stop a moan from escaping him.Towel!he signed.Hurry!

Ward chuckled. “Okay. One sec.”

The man vanished, making Charlie shiver. His buttocks clenched. He already missed the feeling of Ward's penis between them, even if it didn't make any sense. Charlie snuggled into his Sky. His own penis was still buried inside the other boy, hard and aching. Charlie gave an involuntary thrust, but it didn't feel right. Not anymore. Not without Ward there to guide him.

“Okay, here we go,” Ward said, returning to the room. He climbed back up onto the bed and spread a hand towel beside them.

Charlie was about to complain that it had taken longer than one second, but Ward's naked penis brushed along the backof his thigh, driving all thought from his mind.Oh. Charlie shuddered. Why did that feel so good? He snuggled into his Sky and arched his back, tipping his buttocks up impatiently.

Ward chuckled. “Okay, buddy.” He smoothed a hand down Charlie's back, gave his buttock a quick squeeze, then let go to retrieve the bottle.

Charlie covered his eyes, then peeked out from under his hand. He watched as Ward poured some lubricant onto his fingers and rubbed it around, saying he was warming it up. Charlie had to twist his head around to follow Ward's hand as it moved towards his body.

Ward went slowly, resting his wrist at the top of Charlie's buttocks. His slick fingers brushed gently into the crease. Ward spread the lubricant over Charlie's anus, slowly rubbing back and forth several times. “Charlie? I'm gonna start with one finger. If you don't like it, we'll stop. I promise. But let's at least try to see if we can get to your prostate so you can see how it feels, okay?”

Charlie's buttocks clenched, but he forced himself to relax. He nodded.

“Okay.” Ward touched a fingertip to his anus, then slowly pressed inside.

Charlie's whole body clenched up tight. This was wrong. It was backwards. That orifice wasn't meant to allow things in. Just out. But both Ward and Skylar soothed him, touching him, brushing kisses on his naked skin. And Ward's gentle, shallow thrusts were oddly relaxing, despite the wrongness of the location. Charlie felt himself drifting. Easing into it. Letting it happen.

He gasped when a second finger began to enter him. The stretch was familiar, yet backwards. It still felt weird, but also strangely good. Charlie began to settle into the rhythm. Thiswasn't so bad. It didn't hurt, with Ward being so slow and gentle, but there was definitely no building of arousal.

Until there was.

Charlie sucked in a breath and bucked his hips.

“Oh!” Skylar laughed. “There it is.”

Charlie panted as shocks of pleasure charged through his entire body. Then Ward touched that spot again. “Hhng!” Charlie moaned, his hips moving automatically, thrusting into his Sky and then back onto Ward's fingers. He wanted more!

Ward added another finger and kept teasing Charlie with occasional brushes on his prostate. It seemed like forever before the man finally pulled his fingers out, wiped them on the towel, and reached for a condom.

Charlie rocked his hips and whined. He felt so empty. He wanted Ward's penis inside himnow.

“Easy, buddy,” Ward murmured as he slicked up the condom with more lubricant. “Daddy's right here.” He got into position behind Charlie and dragged the head of his penis up and down Charlie's crease. “Take a nice, deep breath for me.”

Charlie obeyed, sucking in air. He braced himself, feeling the blunt head of Ward's penis pressing against him. When Ward told him to slowly breathe out and bear down, Charlie did so.

He almost asked to stop. His body felt too full, and the backwardness of it still upset his logic. But then Ward's penis brushed over his prostate, and Charlie lost all sense of time and place. All that remained was sensation. His own penis inside his Sky, and Ward's penis inside him. Their connection was the beginning and end of all things.

Charlie wanted to float in that feeling forever.

He thrust into his Sky, guided by Ward's hands and the man's encouragement. Every reverse thrust had him impaling himself on Ward's penis. He chased after the dual sensations,one after the other, back and forth, until it was so good that he wanted to scream.

“Oh fuck,” Skylar gasped. “Charlie!”

Charlie looked at his Sky. There was heat and need there, the likes of which Charlie had never seen before. And behind him, he heard Ward grunting and cursing, panting heavily, his body trembling with pleasure.

“Holy shit,” Skylar said. “Don't stop. Charlie! Daddy!Jeebus, it's like you're both fucking me and–” He sucked in a breath. “I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come!”

“Sky,” Ward moaned. “Charlie!”

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