Ali, pt. 2 (t/t, oral)
by einhard
PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is linked to a previous story of mine, "Ali". You might like to read that first, although it's not necessary.
Ali was pretty pleased with life. He was out of the reception center and living with a foster family. Okay, so the process of getting his parents to the country was dragging out, which was not so good. But this place he was living, was fine. He liked his family, too, especially the fact that he now had a big brother. Although the reception center hadn't been so bad, it was so full of adults and smaller kids. Somebody who understood a bit of the stuff that was going on at Ali's age, somebody who'd been there only a short time ago, but who was mature enough to give him some guidance; it was just so great.
The neighborhood, too, was fine. Peaceful, but not too peaceful, and with other kids his age. Making new friends hadn't been too hard.
One thing that was hard, was the snake between his legs. During the last few weeks at the center, Ali had grown used to getting it regularly. Most afternoons, he would at some stage be on his back, legs in the air, having his ass pounded by the big boy's wonderful cock. Or on all fours, or on his side, or whatever. The big boy had even let Ali fuck him a couple of times, too. That was nice, although Ali enjoyed it more the other way round. It had been tough to say goodbye, but Ali needed to move on.
In this new place, though, his sex life was in his own hands. Literally. Ali hoped that the start of school, only days away, would change that situation. There had to be some guys there wanting to plug black boy-pussy.
This fine August day, Ali had just returned from grocery shopping, and he was going out again to enjoy the fine weather for an hour or so before supper. As he approached a corner, a boy suddenly stood in front of him. Ali stopped, a little startled. The boy stared at him, wide-mouthed.
"You're black!" said the boy.
"You don't say", said Ali, feeling his hackles starting to rise. The boy just kept staring.
"Why do you care that I'm black?" asked Ali after a short silence.
"I never saw somebody black before. I'm Gorm, I live just down the street. Wanna come home with me? I'll show you something."
A suspicion was beginning to form in the back of Ali's mind. The boy didn't look that way, but there was something about his behavior... Hm! He'd have to suspend his judgment for a while.
"Okay", he nodded.
"Wow! Great!" The boy grabbed Ali by the arm and started running. Ali kept up the best he could, and by the time they reached the boy's home a minute or so later, he was sure. This kid wasn't completely normal. Probably Down's syndrome. He had seen a couple of adults like that back in Somalia. Definitely no reason to be offended at what the boy had said.
"Mom!" the boy yelled. "Mom!"
A youngish woman appeared, smiling.
"Hello, Gorm! Who's your friend?"
"Uh, I don't know", said the boy. Ali had almost started snickering at the boy's name, but had managed to keep in control. The names people had in this country!
"Hello, m'am, I'm Ali. I only moved here a couple of weeks ago. I live with mr and mrs Petersen." He held out his hand, and the woman shook it.
"Of course, you're their new foster son. I'm very pleased to meet you, Ali. I apologize for my son here; when he's excited about something, he sometimes forgets his manners."
"Oh, that's all right, m'am, I don't mind."
"Please, feel free to call me Marianne, that's my name." The woman smiled at Ali, but just as much at Gorm, who by now was jumping up and down in his excitement, pullling at Ali's tee-shirt.
"Thank you, m'am...Marianne."
"Oh, go on, Gorm! Show Ali your new treasure, but don't bore him, now!"
Ali only just had time to wave before Gorm had pulled him along round the corner of the house, in the direction of a small shack. Gorm opened the door, closing it again carefully when they were both inside, then slowly walking over to a corner, where he bent down and picked something up. As he turned round, Ali saw the two kittens in the boy's arms.
"Look!" whispered Gorm, beaming with pride. "They're mine. This is Snowy, and this is her brother Blackie. We only got them yesterday. Aren't they pretty?" He held them out for Ali to see.
Ali had never been a great fan of pets, but the two small bundles of fur were really cute, and the joy shining on Gorm's face made him feel kind of special, like it was a solemn occasion or something.
"We keep 'em in the house mostly, but Mom said that when the weather was fine, I could have them in here in the daytime. They like it here, she said. Ouch!" Snowy, miaowing loudly, had just planted her claws on Gorm's chest, clearly wanting to be released. Gorm bent down, releasing both, and Snowy at once began jumping about, trying to incite her brother's interest. He, however, seemed most intent on catching up with his sleep.
"They're really pretty, Gorm. Have you kept cats before?"
"No". The boy shook his head. "I wanted to, but Mom said I would have to wait until I'm older. But I'm 17 now, and she told me that once I got back home after summer camp, she'd start looking for a kitten for me. And she found these two right away."
Ali was surprised. The boy had looked no more than 14, but in fact he was a year older than Ali himself.
"So, you were at summer camp, huh?"
"Yeah!" Gorm's eyes lit up again. "It was really great! Can I trust you?"
"Well, yes", said Ali, smiling.
"Okay, then. And you're really pretty, too. Can I suck you? Can I suck your penis, Ali? I do it good, and I really like doing it. I bet you got a big one. Please?"
"Hey!" Ali held up a hand. "Are you sure you know what you're asking here?"
Gorm nodded. "I did it with one of the counselors in camp. He said I did it really good. He did it with me, too. And he said I could do it with guys at home, but only if it was somebody I really liked and trusted. I really like you, Ali. Can I, please?"
Ali didn't know what to do or say. Or, rather, in his head he didn't know. His dick, however, knew what it wanted. Gorm actually looked pretty good,in spite of being what he was, and it was obvious he wanted to do this. The bulge in his shorts was evidence enough.
Ali gave a tentative nod, which was all Gorm needed. With a short whoop, he was on his knees, pulling at Ali's shorts so hard he almost tor the elastic. Ali helped, and a second later, Gorm was doing his best to swallow the black rod. It wasn't completely hard the minute it went in the moist oral cavity, but it sure didn't last long before that was rectified. Gorm wasn't excactly technically refined, but he made up for that in enthusiasm. Ali barely had time to feel anything, before the contractions in his balls told him an orgasm was on the way. He tried to push Gorm away, but the kid held on like his life depended on it. He didn't stop bobbing as Ali's boy-seed shot out, either, just swallowed and bobbed, swallowed and bobbed.
"Stop, Gorm! It hurts!"
Gorm looked crestfallen.
"Didn't you like it? Lars did. I thought it would be good." His lower lip began trembling.
"Oh, Gorm!" Ali bent down and kissed him on his forehead. "It was great, but my penis gets really tender just when I'm shooting my sperm. It's a little too much good feeling, that's all."
"Oh! Okay! So I did it good, then?" The big smile was back.
"Yup! But I think I need to teach you to go slow, too. You wanna learn more ways to make me feel good?"
Gorm nodded.
"Stand up!" Gorm did as he was told.
"Pull your shorts down!" A rock hard cock came into sight. Perfect size, a little over five inches, pretty thick, but not quite in the beer can league, and with just a light sprinkling of hair in a perfect triangle above it. The balls below were small, but finely shaped.
"You ever did anything else but suck on each other, you and Rolf?"
"We jacked off, too."
"Yeah, that's nice. But I can teach you more. Wanna learn how to fuck?"
"I guess. How do you do that? Does it feel good?"
Ali grinned wickedly. "It's the greatest feeling there is, Gorm. Now, just stand still, so I can get you wet enough."
Oh, yes, this was a pleasant neighborhood. Gorm needed more technical skills, and he needed to learn a little bit more about who he could and could not trust. But right now, an itching ass needed filling. Ali got to his knees. Who said this was a cold country? He sure had had his share of heat, and more was coming. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, the opened his mouth wide to start lubricating the cock that would soon be doing it's work inside him. Sweet!
This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2002. All rights reserved.
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