Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 01:58:17 -0800 (PST)
From: John Michaels <mmanlookin@yahoo.com>
Subject: Anna and Asher - Chapter 5

			      ANNA AND ASHER
				    BY
				    JM

Email:  mmanlookin@yahoo.com

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			       CHAPTER FIVE

     Asher stepped back, took my hand and started leading me toward the
couch.  I stopped our progress, and he looked at me questioningly.

     "I'm going to go grab a beer first," I said.  "You want anything?"

     "Yeah. Can I have a beer, too?" he asked, hesitantly.  By the look in
his eyes, it looked like whatever he had to tell me was really bothering
him, so I figured that one beer wouldn't hurt - a bit of dutch courage.
After all, his mother was entrusting me with her son as my gay partner, so
what harm could one beer be?  I nodded, and headed to the kitchen, while he
got seated on the sofa.

     "Here you go," I said, handing him a beer when I returned.  I took a
seat beside him, as he took a huge swallow, making a grimace.  Obviously,
beer, for him, would be an acquired taste.  Then, with a sigh, he put the
beer bottle on the coffee table and sat back, staring at the floor, with
his hands hanging between his slightly-parted legs.  This was something he
needed to get off his chest, so I just sipped my beer and waited until he
was ready.

     "Anna knows about you and me," he said, after a few moments.  "She
heard me come in last night and waited until Mom went to bed, then snuck
into my room just as I was getting into bed after a shower.  She asked me
why you and I had been gone so long, and I told her you and I were just
talking.  She wanted to know what we talked about for so long, and I just
told her 'guy stuff'.  She kept at me, demanding to know what kind of guy
stuff, and she just kept at me and at me, totally ruining the high I had
from being with you.  I finally just snapped, and told her that you and I
were going to be boyfriends, and that's the stuff we were talking about.
She got real pissy and said that she'd seen you first, and it wasn't fair
that I was stealing you away from her.  Jack, she has a major crush on you,
and one of the things she blurted out without thinking was that she wants
to have sex with you and be like real boyfriend and girlfriend."  It was
 unfortunate that I was just taking another swig of my beer, because when
he said that, I spewed it across the room in shock.

     "What?!?" I sputtered.  "She wants to have sex with me?  She's only 10
years old!  She shouldn't even know about that stuff at her age!"

     "That's what I told her, too," he said.  Through all of this, he never
lifted his head, clearly feeling ashamed and probably afraid to look at me
to see my reaction, although spraying a mouthful of beer was pretty
obvious.

     "I asked her what she even knew about sex, and she told me she saw
stuff on-line," he continued.  "I told you she caught me watching gay
videos on my pc, and from what she said, one time when I wasn't around and
she knew Mom wasn't going to be checking up on her, she went to my computer
and was able to pull up one of the gay web sites.  She was able to fiddle
around until she found a straight site, and was able to pull it up on her
own computer later.  Whenever she knows she won't be bothered for a while,
she'll go on-line and has found other sites, and even found one with young
girls, although they were at least teenagers, I guess, having sex with
older guys.  I don't know what to do, Jack.  She's my little sister, and I
love her.  I don't want to see her get hurt.  I feel so badly that she even
knows any of this stuff 'cuz of me and the stuff she caught me watching."

     "What do you thing we should about it?" I asked.  The fact that I said
"we" got his attention, and he raised his head and looked at me for the
first time since he started talking.

     "I just don't know," he said quietly, with a hitch in his voice.  "She
said she really wants to have sex with an older guy, 'cuz he'll know all
the things to do with a girl.  She really wants that guy to be you, but now
that she knows we're together, I'm afraid she's going to try to find
someone else and get hurt really, really badly.  And there's something else
I gotta tell you, and it's scaring the hell out of me.  But like you said,
if we want a good relationship, we have to be totally honest and open with
each other."

     "Come here, Ash," I said softly, opening my arms.  He was there in a
flash, his arms wrapped tightly around me, his head on my shoulder.
"Loving someone unconditionally, like I love you, means that no matter
what, I won't stop loving you.  Take your time, and tell me when you're
ready."

     "God, I love you, Jack!" he said, then took a deep, shuddering breath.
"OK. The rest of it.  When she was telling me the stuff she saw them doing
on-line, she started rubbing herself between her legs.  I don't even think
she knew she was doing it.  Jack, I have absolutely no doubts about being
gay and loving you, but seeing her do that and with what she was telling me
about what she saw and wanted done to her, I got so turned on and so hard
it hurt!  It was all I could not to reach over and replace her hand with
mine.  I wanted to make her cum!  What the fuck is wrong with me?  She's my
sister, and she's only 10 years old!"  I could feel my shoulder getting wet
from his silent tears, as I hugged him tighter to me and kissed the side of
his head.

     "There's nothing wrong with you, Ash," I said, soothingly.  "You're a
normal teen with raging hormones right now, and anything having to do with
sex will set you off the deep end.  You're at that age when your little
head down below will sometimes block out everything else, including reason.
And the fact that you had someone telling you they wanted to have sex, and
what kind of sex, while essentially masturbating in front of you, whether
or not she knew she was doing it, would probably even give the Pope a
hardon!  (He giggled.)  The fact that you didn't act on what you wanted to
do shows not only how much you love Anna but also a great deal of maturity.
So, how did you two leave things."

     "I think she understands about you and me," he said, "but she still
wants you to be the one to show her about sex.  She remembered you saying
you'd been married, so she figures you know what females like when it comes
to sex.  She also said that if you ever did agree to have sex with her,
that I should be there, too, since I'm gay, and it might be the only time I
get to actually see live sex between a male and a female.  My sister's
turning out to be a kinky little bitch!"  He giggled.  I squirmed.

     The image that of scenario shot to my brain, and also went straight to
my cock, which was now painfully hard.  Thankfully, Asher was positioned so
that he couldn't see or feel it.  But he had just opened up to me in total
honesty, and it was time for me to be as forthright and practice what I
preach.

     "Ash," I said reluctantly, "you've just shown me the best, and,
probably, the hardest example of what I said about openness.  Now, it's my
turn.  Anna was the first of your family I met.  She came barreling out
your door just as I was going past with my luggage.  She was wearing that
tiny two-piece bathing suit, and with her blonde hair, very pretty face and
a tight little body, that I now know she gets from gymnastics, well...I got
hard in an instant.  The youngest female I'd ever been attracted to before
was 18, and now, I was finding this young girl to be pure sex on legs.  It
really bothered me to react the way I did, but there was no denying the
fact that I was sexually attracted to her.  Thankfully, your mom came to
the door, and I was able to get things under control.  But when I finally
got into my apartment and was getting ready to go swimming, I had to stroke
out a load before being able to get into my speedos." He moaned.

     "God!  A speedo!" he sighed.  "I can't wait to see you in one!"

     "You've already seen me with nothing on," I said, giving him a little
tickle with the expected response.

     "Yeah, but there's just something about a totally hot, buff guy like
you wearing a tight speedo.  It just seems to show off everything that's
hot."  I suddenly noticed that he didn't seem all that upset with my
confession about Anna. We sat quietly for a few minutes, each deep in our
own thoughts.  I was always fully aware of the young man/boy in my arms and
knew without a doubt that he was the one I wanted to spend my life with.
But what about my thoughts and feelings for Anna?  Shit!!  I was still hard
as a rock, and from his slight shifting around, I knew that Asher was aware
of it by now.  Suddenly, he turned around so that he was facing me, gripped
my hardon and looked into my eyes.

     "The thought of having sex with her really turns you on, doesn't it,"
he asked, quietly.  Lowering my eyes from his gaze in shame, I simply
nodded my head.  Taking my hand, he placed it on his own hard bulging
crotch.  "Me, too.  What are we going to do about it?"

     "Nothing," I replied, and suddenly realized that I meant it.  "Anna is
just a 10-year old little girl.  I may fantasize about it, but I could
never bring myself to have sex with her or anyone else that young.  There's
only room for one person in my heart and in my pants. (He chuckled.)  That
person is you, Ash.  My heart, my mind...everything in me tells me that you
are, without a doubt, the one I was meant to spend my life with.  I think I
already told you, but to leave no doubt, I've always known that when I find
that one special person, there will never be any room for any others.  I
will be faithful to him - to you - for the rest of my life."  By this time,
silent tears were running down his cheeks, but he had a soft, sweet smile.

     "I love you so much, Jack," he said, leaning in and placing a soft
kiss on my lips.  "I know they say that guys my age will jump anything that
moves, but I've always felt that I should wait until my heart was just as
willing as my pecker.  It's always been the older buff guys that turned me
on, and I always hoped that someday I'd find my perfect guy.  But I thought
that wouldn't happen 'til maybe college.  I just never thought that I'd
find him when I was this young.  Jack, you are everything I ever dreamed
and fantasized about, and so very much more.  I can't begin to tell you how
very happy I am, how very much I love you, and, also, how damn scared I am.
I know in my heart that there will never be anyone but you, but I'm still
growing, emotionally and physically.  I could be the poster boy for your
typical screwed-up teen, and I'm just so afraid that I'm going to do
something that will mess it up between us."  Now, it was my face
 that was wet.  My heart swelled with love, as I looked at this young man
in my arms.  And yes, I mean MAN.  Even though he was not quite 16, he was
able to express his thoughts and fears in a way that most adults should try
to emulate.  He clearly had his head screwed on tight and knew how to use
it - how to look at things objectively even through the rush of teen
hormones.  I was impressed and humbled.

     "Ash," I said, stroking his cheek, "that's why we need to take this as
slowly as we can.  Neither one of us wants to take a misstep that would
hurt the other - you, because you haven't really had much life experience,
and me, because while I have that experience, I never expected in my
wildest dreams that the person to become my partner in life would be
someone your age.  I need to remember what it was like when I was your age
and help guide you on a path that will, hopefully, by-pass some of the shit
I went through.  And you have to remember that because I AM older, that
there will be times when you need to trust me if I tell you something that
you have different ideas on.  That's where compromise can come into play.
And also, you might have to cut me some slack sometimes. I AM an old fart,
y'a know!"  He giggled.

     "Yeah," he said, "but you're MY old fart."  I pulled him tightly to me
as we both laughed.  We finally calmed down, and he raised his head with a
more serious expression.  "But what are we gonna do about Anna?"

     "As I said before, nothing," I replied.  "Although that's not exactly
true.  I have no intentions of ever doing anything sexual with her, and
hope you feel the same."

     "Me, too," he sighed.  "It would just be too weird having any kind of
sex with her.  Even thinking about it makes me feel bad.  But she's
obviously learned a lot about it over the 'net, and it really worries me.
It's that saying, 'A little knowledge is a dangerous thing'.  If she can't
satisfy her curiosity with you, I'm afraid she's going to try to find some
other older guy and really get hurt It scares the hell out of me to think
of her trying anything like that.  I've heard so many horror stories about
young girls being raped and even killed."  He was shaking from the thought.

     "I know what you mean, Love," I said, rubbing his back in a calming
manner.  "It scares me, too.  I think what we need to do is both of us talk
to you mom.  Tell her about your conversation with Anna about her feelings
for me without going into any of the sex stuff unless it becomes absolutely
necessary.  I'm sure both of you had the basic 'birds and bees' talk by
that age."  He nodded, but didn't say anything.  "And I'm willing to bet
that once you hit puberty, your dad had a much more in-depth talk about sex
with you."  He groaned.

     "God!" he exclaimed.  "That was sooo embarrassing!"  I could feel the
heat of his blush through my shirt.

     "And I'll bet you could have curled his toe nails with additional
stuff you already knew," I said, chuckling.  He started giggling, which
quickly grew into a full-blown laugh.

     "Oh, yeah!" he said, when he finally calmed down.  "I was tempted to
tell him some of the stuff I knew that he kinda glossed over just to make
him as embarrassed as I was.  But then I realized I really didn't want to
be grounded 'til I was 30."

     "Smart boy," I replied, kissing the top of his head.  "OK.  Here's
what we need to do then.  We tell your mother about Anna's crush on me and
what her reactions were when she found out about you and me.  First off, if
she hasn't already, then your mom needs to bring Anna up to speed about us.
Secondly, she needs to move up her schedule to have that advanced 'birds
and bees' talk with her, which I'm sure she was planning to do when Anna
reached puberty, just like your dad did for you.  Then, with your mother's
permission, of course, we need to make Anna feel comfortable enough to come
talk to us about sexual matters that she feels she can't talk to your
mother about.  And I'm sure your mom will bring your dad up to speed when
he gets home, so there will be four of us that she can go to when she has
questions or problems.  I think - I HOPE - that between the four of us, we
can keep her safe.  And somehow, we have to keep her off those
 web sites without alerting your parents.  I think that's going to be the
hardest.  You've both had uncontrolled access to the 'net, and if we have
to, you and I are going to have to put locks on those sites on her computer
and put safeguards on yours that she can't bypass.  So, what do you think?"

     "I think I've got one smart old fart for a boyfriend," he said,
snuggling closer.  I popped him on the butt.  He giggled.  "Guess I
deserved that.  But I think you have the right idea.  It's going to be
little embarrassing talking to Mom about all this, but she always seems to
know what to do.  I think she will even like the idea of Anna being able to
talk to us sometimes since she really seems to trust you already.  But
we're going to have to do this sometime when Anna is out of the house, and
if she even thinks you're going to be there, she'll never leave, even
though she now knows about you and me.  But she always goes swimming with
her friend, Rachel, every day for at least an hour, so maybe we can talk to
Mom then."

     "Sounds good," I said.  "Since they've already had their swim today,
we can probably do it tomorrow.  I'll try to get a quiet moment with your
mom tonight while she's here and tell her we'd like to talk to her.  If she
wants to know why, I'll just give her enough information so she knows it
involves Anna knowing about us."

     "OK," he replied.  He lay quietly in my arms, and I was just enjoying
the closeness and intimacy.  Finally, he turned his head, and looked at me
with hooded eyes.  "Jack," he said in a husky lust-laden voice, "nobody is
going to be bothering us, and we don't have to get dinner started for a
while."

     "Something on your mind?" I asked, teasingly, as my cock, which had
deflated during our talk, now started to inflate rapidly.

     "I sure would like another taste of this," he rasped, grabbing onto
the length of my hardon through my shorts, and which was now fully
stretched across my hip.

     "I think that can be arranged," I growled in lust, taking hold of his
own hard throbbing member.  "Let's take this to the bedroom."

     Within less than a minute, it seemed, we were both naked, lying on the
bed head to toe, kissing, licking and fondling each others hard, dripping
cocks and roiling balls.  We were both so hot for one another that foreplay
was kept at a minimum, and we soon each had a mouthful of our lover's cock.
This was fast and hot sex, and we both unloaded into each others mouths far
too quickly, but neither of us lost a bit of hardness.  We turned to face
one another and were soon in a fierce lip-lock, tongues sharing our mutual
loads, and both of us beginning to moan.  Our crotches were pressed tightly
together, our hips grinding our still-hard cocks together, and it wasn't
long before both of our groins were slick with mutual pre-cum.  Kissing and
licking my way down his muscular teen torso, I paused to lavish tongue and
lips on his distended nipples before continuing my way south to his
throbbing and leaking teen meat.  Running my tongue around his
 sensitive head, I heard him moan in pleasure, as he began copying
everything I was doing to him on my own aching rod.  Taking just the head
into my mouth, and using my lips to retract his foreskin, I locked my lips
just under the ridge of his glans and let my tongue lap all over and around
the head, stabbing into his piss slit occasionally before, without any
warning, I plunged all the way down his shaft until my nose was pressed
against his taut young sac where I proceeded to milk the head of his cock,
now lodged in my throat.  He attempted the same to me, and I heard him gag,
but he remembered what I had said before about using his hand, and we soon
had a steady rhythm going, bobbing heads and swirling tongues.  I didn't
want this time to end too quickly, so when I felt the tell-tale signs of
his impending orgasm, I pulled off and began licking and sucking his balls.
He groaned in frustration when I had pulled off, but when he sensed I was
also
 about to blow, he did just as I had done to him.  We edged each other 3
times before we both realized that the next time was it.  Because of
holding off my orgasm for so long, when it hit, I thought I was going to
pass out with the intensity.  I was so caught up in my own feelings that I
was almost not ready for his own discharge.  His hit him so hard that, if
he hadn't had a mouthful of my cock, he would be screaming.  The first shot
of his cum hit the roof of my mouth with a force I'd never experienced any
other time before.  Five strong blasts shot into my mouth, and I was
swallowing desperately to keep up with the volume.  It was way more than
his first load, and the contractions of his cock continued longer too, each
one depositing a bit more of his potent seed.  He was gulping just as
furiously on his end trying to keep up with the discharge, and I felt at
least 7 strong shots before it slowed down to an ooze with each pulse.  We
were
 both panting like race horses through our noses, neither of us willing to
give up our lover's cock.  Finally, this time, both of our cocks began to
deflate. and I gently pulled off, keeping my lips tight to gather any
remaining cum residue.  Pulling off, I gently stripped his cum tube,
licking off the last small drop that appeared, causing him to shudder due
to the post-ejaculatory sensitivity.  He was still managing to duplicate
everything, and I experienced my own shudder before we both pulled each
others foreskin back over the head, and, giving his a kiss, I turned around
and took him into my arms, noticing a satisfied smile and glow on his face
as he nuzzled into my shoulder.

     "That was so damn incredible!" he said, after a few minutes.  "I was
really frustrated that first time when you wouldn't let me cum, but I
noticed that each time after that, when I'd build up to cumming, it was
more intense each time.  When I finally blew, I thought my nuts were going
to come out too.  I have never cum so hard!"

     "That's called 'edging', "I said, kissing his cheek while rubbing his
back.  "You take it right up until you're about to cum, then back off and
let the feelings die down.  The more times you do that, the more intense
your orgasm will be.  I'm glad you caught on to what I was doing and did
the same to me.  My orgasm was just as mind-blowing."

     "I figured I'd just do everything that you were doing," he said, with
a yawn.

     "Well, you did great!" I replied.  "I'm going to go grab a quick
shower then get started on dinner.  You want to take a short nap?"

     "Nah!" he said.  "I'm not going to pass up a chance to shower with the
hottest guy there is who also happens to be my boyfriend.  The shower will
wake me up."  So we got up, and, hand in hand, went and got into the
shower.  We managed to actually get clean with only a few gropes and a lot
of kisses, and, after drying off and getting dressed, headed out to the
kitchen to prepare dinner for his family.