"Here?" he asks, more breath than sound.
Logic or fantasy? Logic or fantasy?
"Higher."
Sorry, logic. You're boring, bro.
"In that case…" He wiggles his sturdy index finger, indicating I'm going to have to loosen my towel.
I do so with shaky hands.
A grin opens on his face, making him at once more boyish yet completely like a man on the verge of completing a mission at the same time.
"Thank you," he murmurs as he gently opens the towel, letting it fall off my legs. My cock springs free, slapping against my belly.
He eyes it hungrily. "That my final destination?"
I lean forward, unbothered by belly folds, and rake my hand through his long hair. "One oftwofinal destinations."
Surprise flashes in his eyes, and I have a mini freak-out that I've gone too far. Until I hear a low rumble from deep in his chest, followed by warm fingers curling around my length and his other hand sliding down the underside of my thigh.
"Smooth move, Palmer," I quip.
A low, husky chuckle tumbles out of him. "You're not the only one who's been wanting my hands on your body."
I almost choke on his admission, my eyes dampening. I quickly blink the emotions away. Time for processing: later. Time for getting some: right fucking now.
With how I'm sitting, there's no way Anson can reach destination number two, so I shuffle down the bench so I'm lying flatter and fold my legs, hiking my knees up, creating the space needed.
He doesn't miss a beat, sliding his palm away from me momentarily, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on his middle finger, which is a mental image I file away forever, before bringing his slicked finger to my hole.
"You all good?" he checks.
I always thought someone being tongue tied was a figure of speech. Turns out, that's exactly how my tongue feels right now. I nod, then I nod a few more times, trying to add invisible exclamation points to a word I'm incapable of uttering but desperate to convey.
Another grin lands on his lips, and with one hand still clamped around my dick, he ever so gently enters me with his thick finger.
I feel like I'm about to pass out for a completely non-sauna heat reason now. Unbridled pleasure shoots through my body, my hole opening up willingly as Anson establishes a rhythm, stroking me while carefully sliding deeper and deeper until his finger is in as far as it can go.
I throw my head back. "Sooo gooood."
He releases a satisfied grunt, increasing the speed of his strokes as his finger does a 360, exploring my inner walls. I still can't believe this is happening. I don't know if this is Anson's first time with another guy, but his fingers are definitely living up to the hype I'd created in my mind.
And then some.
"Getting close," I rasp.
"Good. I want to see you lose control."
His words hit just as he reaches my prostate, and holy fucking shit. I arch my back, my thighs start shaking, and mycock explodes, unleashing a stream of cum into the air like a fire hydrant that's been hit by a car and knocked open.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I pant as the dizzying rush begins to fade. Okay, now I'm lightheaded for real, for real.
Anson slips his finger out of me in one graceful motion before shuffling up beside me and cradling my face in his strong hands, his thumb delicately brushing my cheek. "That was amazing. You alright?"
"Might need some water," I gulp.
"Of course."