The lube definitely helped. Walker prodded his index-finger at the hole with care, feeling Joel's slight resistance as he entered again. After that the kid seemed to relax into it a bit and Walker pushed just a little further, turning his finger around as to search for Joel's soft spot. Suddenly hearing the boy gasp made him know he'd found what he what looking for. Walker gently started massaging the spot, slowly moving his finger back and forth, as he felt Joel buck up a bit, grabbing for his arm in restraint.
Joel just saw stars. He'd never felt anything like this before. It kinda hurt as he felt Walker's finger stretching him and he reflexed his arm and hand trying to reach for the man's arm to stop him. He knew damn well that he reached in vain, but he couldn't really care. Truth was, Joel didn't want this feeling to stop.
"….you want me to stop?...hm?" Walker asked sort of rhetorical with a husk and horny voice, ending his sentence with a "…hm?" that sounded more like lingering arousal than anything else. He didn't really mean it though, and he hoped to god that the boy wouldn't say or nod 'yes'. Joel didn't.
All Joel could reply to the question he'd just heard the man asking as if in a distant echo was a faint "ngh" followed by another small gasp. He had heard about 'milking the prostate', but if this is what they'd meant by 'milking', Joel definitely wanted to be a cow in an afterlife. His thoughts seemed as distant as the man's voice had sounded, and the feel of a second finger joining the first made his scarce train of thought die away like a blown out candle.
The sight of Joel laying there panting, and the warm feel of his finger inside, made Walker rockhard. He started stroking the length of his own throbbing girth. He placed a second finger alongside the first and gently eased it in to keep the other one company. The sight of the kid's cock stirring beneath him made him feel the urge to pick up the pace and his fingers started fucking Joel faster. He was now definitely open enough.