Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2013 13:28:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Anna and Asher - chapter 1    (for bisexual-adult/youth)

			      ANNA AND ASHER
				    BY
				    JM

email:  mmanlookin@yahoo.com

Disclaimer and other info: This story is a work of pure fiction.  None of
the characters portrayed exist as presented except in my own warped and
lurid imagination.  If sex between an adult male and minor children is
offensive to you, OR the reading of such is illegal where you live, OR you
are under the legal age to read such material, LEAVE IMMEDIATELY AND GO NO
FURTHER, although I have no way of stopping you if you do read on.  You
have been properly warned!  This story is my personal intellectual
property, and, as such, may not be copied or reproduced in any form - other
than what is presented here - without my express, written consent.  So...on
with the tale.

				CHAPTER ONE

    Damn, it's hot!!  I had just stepped out of the air-conditioned cab in
front of the apartment building that was going to be my new home.  I had
decided that my life and career needed a change of venue, so here I was, in
this large city in the southwestern part of the US, where I had researched
the need for my services, after spending most of my life on the east coast
- Boston, to be exact.  Having spent my life up until now in New England,
it was going to take me some time to get acclimatized to this much hotter
and drier climate.  My job is to work with companies that need help in
increasing their bottom line, and, in some cases, help them to pull out of
a decline and become profitable gain.  I'm very good at what I do, and my
reputation has allowed me to have reached the point where I can pretty much
pick and choose who I'm willing to help.  One of the major benefits of my
work is that a lot of it can be done from the comforts of home
(telecommuting).  I usually only have to meet the principles of each job 3
times - at the beginning, where I lay out my plans, again in a few weeks to
a month - or more - into the implimentation of my plan to make sure they're
on the right track, and at the end, when I evaluate what they've done and
give any further input that might be needed to ensure success of the plan.
Of course, I'm also available anytime to go in if they need me, including
follow-up, but usually, any issues can be taken care of over the phone or
by computer/video hook-up.  I'm also pretty much able to set my own price
for my services, based on what's needed, and, for the past few years, have
been pulling down an income in the high 6-digits.  Because my needs are
few, being single, I'm able to invest 1/2 of my income in investments,
leaving the rest for my personal needs and housing.  Hey!  I said my needs
are few. I didn't say they were cheap!  Now that you have an idea WHAT I
do, I guess it's time to tell you about myself.

    My name is Jack Matheson, and I'm a single, white, 37-year old male.  I
was married when in my early 20's right out of college, but it turned out
to be a huge mistake for both of us, and we were divorced shortly after a
year.  Thankfully, there were no children from our union, since we spent
most of our free time fucking ourselves into total exhaustion.  Even though
we always made sure to use birth control, nothing is ever 100% certain, so
we were lucky in that regard.  Actually, the torrid sex was the ONLY thing
we had in common.  I think we were both more in lust than love when we
agreed to get married, and after a year, we both realized that there was
nothing else keeping us together.  It was an amicable divorce, and we
parted on friendly terms.  As a matter of fact, we still call one another a
few times a year, just to see how the other is doing and to bring each
other up-to-date on our lives.

    One of the things that I came to terms with due to the divorce was my
sexuality.  From junior high and on into college, I had a series of fuck
buddies.  I also dated several girls, and got it on with them as well.  My
dick didn't care what the gender of the hole I was plowing at the time, and
it was toward the end of my college career that I met my now ex-wife.  She
was as wild about sex as I was, and I figured that I'd found my sexual soul
mate.  But once we graduated, joined the working world and got married, it
wasn't long until we both found ourselves wishing there was something more
than just sex, which was becoming nothing more than getting our collective
rocks off.  After the divorce, I found myself gravitating more and more
toward gay porn to release my sexual tension, and I sometimes found my mind
wandering back to some of my junior high friends and the times we had
together, jerking, sucking and fucking each other.  I found that when I
stroked my hard, leaking 7" uncut cock, my orgasms were more intense when I
remembered their taut and devoloping teen bodies, our hard, young teen
cocks throbbing with need and desire.  And when I finally re-emerged onto
the "dating" scene, I gravitated toward the active gay night life in
Boston, replete with toned, handsome and horny young college guys.  They
were the ones that drew me and my raging libido, and I never had a "dry"
night when I went out.

    I always have kept myself in good physical shape.  All throughout high
school and college, I was on the swim team and had, what is termed, a
"swimmer's body".  I have strong arm, chest and leg muscles, a defined
6-pack and have an all-over well-muscled physique without being bulked.  I
had then, and still have now, a 44" chest that tapers to a 29'' waist, and
a decent butt bordering on the "bubble" variety, so between trips to the
local gym 3 or 4 times a week and swimming for several hours every Saturday
and Sunday, I've managed to keep myself in good shape.  I'm 5'11",
medium-brown hair in the three usual places - head, pits and crotch - with
just a few hairs on my chest around my nipples and a distinct but narrow
treasure trail leading down to my moderately manscaped bush.  I admit that
I'm definitely no dog in the looks department, but I get very embarrassed
when quite a few have told me how handsome I am.  Some have even called me
gorgeous.  I just don't see it, but then, we're all our own worst critics.
Whatever the case, I never had any problems attracting the young college
guys, some, barely legal, even as I moved into my mid-30's.  But once
again, it was all about getting my rocks off with an attractive guy, and
there were only a very few that I consider "regulars" - mostly just
one-night stands.

    So now, here I am, in a new city and will be resorting to the Internet
again for my stroking pleasure until I can get settled in and get a chance
to check out the gay scene here.  That was one of the things I made sure to
research before moving here. There is a large university here with an
all-encompassing diversity policy, which means the college, and hence, the
city, since the college is the single largest employer in town, has at
least a tolerant view of alternative sexuality.  In the meantime, it's
still hot as hell standing here in front of my new apartment building.
Slinging my carry-on bag over my shoulder, I grabbed my two suitcases, made
sure the wheels were in place, and walked to the gate and pushed the button
for the attendant, who was sitting in a small, air-conditioned (I hope, for
his sake!) building just on the other side.  He opened the window, and a
welcome blast of cool air rushed out at me.  God, that felt good!  I
introduced myself, and, after checking his computer and my ID, he pushed a
button and I heard a click from the gate opening.  Pushing it open, I
wheeled my cases through, and after pointing me in the right direction, I
headed for the small service elevator rather than trying to lug everything
up 3 flights of stairs to where my apartment was located.

    The building consisted of 3 floors with a broad walkway on each floor
in front of the doors to the apartments.  This was a "high rent"
establishment, including 24-hour security, and it looked it.  There was a
broad expanse of what I guess you call "desert scape", which made sense, in
this climate, with a mix of local plants, including, of course, some cacti,
and looked rather nice, actually.  Each floor had 10 units with a mix of
apartment styles from studio to 3-bedroom on each floor.  I had gotten a
2-bedroom unit to accommodate family and guests that might visit, and it
was on the third floor, so the elevator was a blessing.  I'd normally be
taking the stairs, since the exercise will do me good, but right now, I was
slowly ascending in the service elevator.  Once it stopped at the top, I
got off and stepped onto the walkway, which was about 10' wide.  This would
allow plenty of room for an outside seating area - which several of the
units had in place - with plenty of room for those needing to get past.  It
looks like I'll be making a trip to the furniture store to get some outdoor
furniture.  My air-conditioned apartment will certainly be welcome in this
climate, but I'm one of those that needs the fresh air on occasion, and
being able to sit outside and relax in the cooler evening temperature would
be a good for my soul.  Another feature of this place is that it had an
Olympic-size swimming pool behind the building.  That was a feature - along
with a gym, fully equipped with exercise equipment for the residents, that
pretty much sold me on the place.  Yeah, the rent was high, but with what I
make, it's very much within my means.

    I was just passing the door to one of the units on my way to mine,
which was sort of in the middle, when it opened, and a young girl rushed
out, almost colliding with me.  I quickly recovered and took a look at the
girl, who was as startled as I was.  She was a pretty young thing and stood
about 4'10", topped with a mop of honey-blonde hair.  Even with the
startled look on her face, it was easy to tell she was quite pretty and
maybe 10 or 11 years old, as she had the body of a pre-teen.  It was what
that body was covered by - or SORT OF covered by - that caused me to gasp.
She was in a 2-piece VERY brief bikini bathing suit, with just a thin strip
around her thin, flat chest and a small triangle of cloth covering her
nether regions, front and back.  As I looked at her, I felt my cock
starting to plump up and quickly moved my shoulder bag to cover the
evidence.  What the hell!!  I was getting turned on by this waif, and I
couldn't stop the rise in my now too-tight boxer briefs!!  I have never
been turned on by children since the time I was one myself, and here I was
perving on this young girl!  All my sexual encounters since my divorce had
been with other guys, and here I was with a hard and already dripping dick
being aroused by a female that probably wasn't even old enough to have
started her monthly periods yet!  But I realized I had to get control of
myself before I caused a HUGE problem before even getting settled in.
Taking a surreptitious deep breath to calm myself, I made my eyes land on
her face instead of her scantily-clothed body.

    "Are you OK?" I asked, hoping my voice wasn't shaking as much as my
soul was right now.  She looked at me, blushing furiously at having almost
run into me, but before she could say anything, a woman's voice came loudly
through the still open door to her apartment.

    "Anna!" the voice said loudly, apparently moving toward us from inside.
"How many times do I have to tell you to make sure the door..."  She had
reached the open door at that point and had seen me standing there next to
her daughter, I guess, since she had the same hair color and basic features
of the girl beside me - All in all, a very attractive woman about my age.
I could easily imagine what the daughter would look like as an adult.  And
this wasn't helping my cock to go down at all!

    "I'm sorry, Mister," the girl said, shyly and still blushing.  "I
didn't mean to run into you."

    "That's OK," I said, smiling at her.  "No collision, no problem."
Turning my attention to the mother, I held out my free hand, the other one
clutching my bag in front of me which was hiding my (thankfully) now
rapidly deflating cock.  "Hi. I'm Jack Matheson, and I'm moving into unit
310."  The woman stepped out of the door and took my proferred hand.

    "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Matheson," she said, smiling.  "I'm
Alicia McKay, and this is my daughter, Anna.  It's nice to put a face to
the name we heard was moving in.  It's been quite busy here for a few days
with your furnishings getting moved in. Sorry we met like this.  I've told
her and her brother repeatedly not to run in the house or on the walkway."

    "That's OK," I replied.  "As I told...Anna?... there was no collision,
so there's no problem.  And since we'll be neighbors, please call me Jack.
Mr. Matheson is my father."

    "And please call me Alicia," she replied, with a polite chuckle.
"We're a fairly close little community here, and everyone goes without
formalities."

  "I glad to know things are fairly relaxed around here, and it's good to
meet my first neighbors, Alicia.  You, too, Anna," I said, turning to the
girl.  She smiled, blushed furiously, and suddenly found something
interesting about her feet as she dropped her gaze.  Shit!! Was she just
looking at my crotch?  My shoulder was getting a little sore from the
weight of the strap, and since my cock had finally behaved and returned to
it's normal flaccid state, I had repositioned the bag, but there was still
a slight bulge there.  I felt myself starting to get aroused again, and
decided to beat a hasty retreat.

    "Well, I'd better go and see if the movers followed my plans and get
these bags unpacked.  After that, I think I'll check out the pool.  I like
to swim, and it will feel good in this heat."

    "Before you go, though," said Alicia, "why don't you come here for
dinner this evening.  You're just moving in, and I'm sure you haven't got
food in the house yet.  We're having a little going-away dinner for my son.
He's leaving tomorrow to spend a few weeks with my parents, so I'm
preparing his favorite.  I hope you like lasagna, Jack."  At that, my
stomach grumbled.  Lasagna is one of my favorites, and I saw no reason to
turn down the invitation.  I had been planning on ordering in a pizza, but
this is way better.

    "If it wouldn't be a problem, I'd love to come," I said.

    "No problem whatsoever," she quickly replied, smiling broadly.  "My
husband is away on one of his many business trips, so you'd bring our
number up to the usual.  Why don't you plan on coming over about 6:00, and
we can have a happy hour before we eat at 7:00.  Will that be OK?"

    "6:00 will be fine," I affirmed.  "That will give me plenty of time to
get things settled and get in some swim time."

    We shook hands, and I grabbed my bags and headed toward my apartment.
Anna followed along as her mother went back inside and shut the door.  She
kept giving me side-long glances and blushing, with a small smile on her
pretty face.  I stopped when we got to the door marked "310", and I turned
to her.

    "So, I guess you're headed for the pool too," I said.

    "Umm...yeah," she said, quietly.

    "OK," I said.  "Guess I'll see you down there shortly."

    "Ok," she said, blushing again - or did she even stop?  "Umm...bye."
With that, she scampered off to the stairs that were at the end of the
walkway, her barely-covered little bubble butt giggling as she went.
Shit!!!  There goes my unruly cock again!!!  What the hell is wrong with
me, getting so turned on by that young girl?  Probably it's because I
haven't gotten laid in such a long time.  The only relief I've had has been
provided my my right hand, and it looks like I'll have to do that now,
before getting into my speedos and heading for the pool.  Since I'd been a
team swimmer for 8 years, and since that's the swimming suit of choice, I'd
gotten used to the support they provide.  I can't stand the standard suits
or board shorts.  Even though they have that mesh liner thingy, it just
wasn't supportive enough to keep my bits from flopping about, which is why
I've stuck with the style I wore in school.

    Inserting my key, I opened the door and was hit with a blast like from
a furnace.  I had asked that the a/c be turned on today prior to my
arrival, and obviously, someone forgot.  I immediately went to the controls
and cranked it down to 65, hoping it would cool down quicker.  I also left
the door open so the hot air could be pushed out faster.  I then hauled my
suitcases into one of the bedrooms, hoping that if there was a "master
bedroom", this was it.  I got lucky on the first try.  From the brochures
for the website for this place, it said that both bedrooms had their own
private bath, but that the master bedroom had a walk-in closet, whereas the
other had just a regular one.  This room was also stifling, and I put up my
hand toward the vent to see if cool air was coming out yet.  Nothing.
WTF!!!  Then, I noticed that this room had a separate control, and I
quickly adjusted it as I had the other one.  Thinking that discretion was
the better part of valor, I checked the other bedroom to find the same
set-up.  Since this one wasn't going to be used for now, I set it for a
higher temperature and shut the door on my way out.  I could already feel a
noticeable difference, so I shut the main door before going into what was
now MY bedroom.  But before I did, I decided to check things out.

    It looks like the movers had followed my plans pretty closely.  I'd
been able to print out a floor plan for the apartment from the website, and
had marked where I wanted specific things placed, which I gave to the
movers.  At one end of the room, there was a very nicely laid-out
galley-style kitchen with a double refrigerator/freezer, stove top with a
wall oven, microwave and dishwasher.  There were cupboards galore, up and
down, with a working counter top where the double sink and dishwasher were,
and another counter that ran almost the full length of the kitchen (about
10'), with a large opening facing the dining area with four stools that
could be used for informal meals and for passing food through to the main
dining area.  My dining set - table to seat 8 and matching hutch - had been
placed as I'd directed, and the space was large enough that it wasn't
crowded.  There was plenty of room to walk around the table, even when
people were seated.  There was a long planter waiting for me to fill it
with whatever plants I wanted that divided the dining area from the living
room.  Above it, was one of the features that sold me on living on the top
floor: a skylight.  This provided more natural and welcome light to the
apartment, since it was limited to windows only on the front and back due
to it's location in the middle of the block.  The living room was good
sized - 15'x20', according to the information sheet - and again, the movers
had done a good job.  If I had been here when they were moving my stuff in,
I would have definitely tipped the workers, but since I had no idea who
they were, I will make sure to write a letter of commendation and praise
for a job well done.  I can already see myself sitting in my favorite
chair, watching my 42" HDTV flat-screen that was already wall-mounted.  The
only work involved for me would be placing the speakers for optimum
surround-sound effect.  With a sigh of satisfaction, I went into my bedroom
to unpack.

    The bedroom was decidedly cooler now, so I reset the temperature to 78
degrees, remembering to go back and do the same to the one in the main
room.  As hot as it was outside, that would be plenty cool for now, and as
I got used to the climate, I'm sure I'd be setting it even higher at some
future date.  I may have more than enough money to be able to keep it at
whatever temperature I wanted, but being a New Englander, I also had a
sense of frugality when it came to unnecessary expenses.  Unpacking didn't
take long at all.  Everything I had in my carry-on bag and suitcases was
the stuff that would go into the dresser.  This included my "toys" that I
sometimes used for my solo jack-off sessions.  This included my favorite,
Big Jim - 8 thick inches of synthetic cock that scratched that deep itch I
sometimes got when not able to hook-up for a while.  I'm thinking very
seriously of putting it to good use later tonight.  All of my clothes that
were hanging in my closet back home had been hung and shipped in
wardrobe-style containers, and were already hanging in my closet here.  I'd
just have to go through and arrange them to my liking later.  Once I
finally had everything stowed away, I decided it was time to hit the pool.
As I held my speedo, getting ready to change, the image of young Anna
flashed through my mind.  And that flash soon became a streaming mental
video.  With a jolt, I realized that I was fantasizing about her, and my
cock was again rock-hard and already leaking pre-cum.  No doubt about it.
I'm going to have to toss one off before even thinking of getting into my
tight speedo which be revealing enough, thank you very much!

    Quickly losing my shoes and clothes, I lay on the bed and began
stroking my leaking, uncut cock.  My foreskin felt so good massaging my
sensitive cock head, as my stroking caused the skin to slide back and
forth, made even slipperier by the natural lubricant oozing from the
already-pouting slit.  Pulling the skin all the way back to under the
coronal ridge, I fingered the area just beneath the head on what is
sometimes called the "banjo string".  The incredible feelings caused me to
hiss involuntarily as I moved my hand to grasp my hard shaft and begin
stroking in earnest.  The pleasure coursing through my body was increasing
exponentially, and my mind automatically went to little Anna.  I wondered
if her nipples would harden as I licked, kissed and sucked.  I wondered if
she'd be moaning as I licked and kissed my way down her flat stomach until
my lips were on young mound.  What sounds would she make when my tongue
entered her virginal slit and lapped slowly from her tight hole, slowly up
and up until I reached her burgeoning young clit?  Would she start
thrusting her hips to meet my tongue as I swirled aroung it before placing
my mouth right on it and sucking gently?  Is she old enough to be able to
produce her own natural lube as she rose higher and higher toward her first
real orgasm?  Would she....At that moment my cock exploded, sending volley
after volley of cum, the first landing on my forehead, the second on my
mouth, the third just below my chin.  Shot after shot, in gradually
diminishing force, until the last landed just above my pubes.  Even then,
my cock still pulsed from the mind-blowing orgasm, more cum just oozing
from the swollen red slit, until, with a final throb, it as over except for
the after-glow.  I don't think I've ever had such an intense orgasm!  My
balls actually ached slightly from the intensity.  As I slowly returned
from my sexual high, my big head kicked in.  Fuck!!  What was I thinking?
She's just a kid!  I'm such a goddamn pervert for even thinking of her like
that!  But then, I realised that it was all just a fantasy.  I hadn't
actually done anything like that with her, and I never would.  Would I?

Hi, all.  In case anyone hasn't noticed, I'm the same guy writing Filipino
Love, found in the Gay/adult/youth and interracial sections here on Nifty.
I'm still working on FL, for those of you who have been following it. The
next chapter will be up soon. This story, Anna and Asher, has been building
in my head, and I needed to get at least this much done so I could
hopefully concentrate on finishing Part 1 of FL (there will be 3 parts in
all).  I hope you'll find my story-telling as enjoyable here as you have
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