Ali, pt. 3 (M/t, oral, anal)
by einhard
PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.
Ali was excited. It was his first day of work, and he could hardly wait. Unlike some other sixteen year olds, he was not into sleeping past noon on Saturdays; he simply had too much energy. Okay, so he could hang out with the other guys, but not many of them were available until the afternoon, anyway, because they were sleeping. This way, Ali had something to do, he could make a little money, and he could hang out with the guys later on. Not that he expected a lot of money, but some would be better than none.
At 8:20, he was waiting outside the sports store where his foster father had landed him the job. He wasn't due until 8:30, but he just couldn't stay at home anymore. About five minutes later, a car pulled up, and a woman in her forties got out.
"Hello!" she said, smiling. "Are you Ali?"
"Yes, ma'am!" said Ali excitedly.
"Oh, you can just call me Grete, that's my name", said the woman, extending her hand to Ali.
"Okay", he answered, shaking the small hand enthusiastically.
"So, Ali, do you like it here? Making new friends and so on?" asked Grete as she bent down to unlock the grid covering the front of the store.
"Oh, yes. It's great! I'm making lots of friends."
It was true, too. Some kids weren't too fond of blacks, but Ali just stayed away from them. Most accepted him just fine. It helped that he spoke the language well, despite having been in the country only seven months. Besides, his big brother - his foster brother - was a really popular guy. And Ali was good at sports. Also, he had learned a few tricks. Like pretending to be ignorant at times, so other kids could teach him, and thereby feel a little superior. But the biggest factor of all was that Ali was a handsome boy, and that he smiled a lot.
"That's good", said Grete. "I'm sure you and I will be friends, too. And I hope you'll get along with the rest of the staff and with Ole, my son. He'll be here around 10. He's a few years older than you, but he's a nice boy. Most of the time."
Ali could feel a little stirring in his groin at the mention of another young guy. Despite having been in school for three weeks, his sex life hadn't picked up much. Gorm, the neigbor kid, was enthusiastic enough, and had learned a lot in the weeks since they met. Ali's recollection of the previous night was still vivid, to say the least. He could almost feel the boy's thick cock still moving inside his love chute ...
"I'm sorry, ma'am... I mean Grete. I didn't catch that."
Grete smiled at him.
"I said, what kind of sports and activities are you familiar with? As you can see, we've got a pretty wide range of equipment here. We'll be getting ready for the winter soon, but not just yet. You know anything about ball games?"
"Sure! I've played volleyball a lot, and some basketball and handball. Not so much football. But I ride my bike plenty. And I've been hiking some, too."
"Good. So you're a ball player, then?"
"Well, yeah. But I'm mostly a runner. I was real good at the long distances back home. In Somalia, I mean." Ali was getting excited at the memory of running mile after mile back home. At the same time, he felt wistful at the thought of what he left behind.
"You miss your family, huh?" said Grete sympathetically.
"I do. But I hope they can come here, too. Maybe next year."
They were silent together for a minute, before Grete announced it was time to get to work. She proceeded to give him a tour of the shop itself, aquainting him with the various sorts of sports stuff. The only thing Ali was completely unfamiliar with, was the golfing gear. He had only watched it briefly on TV once, and had thought it looked kinda fun.
"Oh, Ole is a golfer. Maybe, if you two hit it off, he'll teach you a little golf," said Grete, almost in Ali's ear. It hadn't escaped Ali's notice that the woman was standing awfully close to him most of the time. It was a little unnerving.
Around 9:15, another young woman entered the store, and was introduced to Ali as Silje. While Grete went off to the office, Silje gave Ali a quick tour of the store room, then taught him to operate the cash register. She, too, seemed to like being in close proximity to Ali. More than once, he felt her tits brushing agains his back, and a couple of times, she positioned herself so he had to pass close behind her, causing his crotch to make contact with her butt. Ali was distinctly embarrassed.
Just after 10, Ole walked in, and introduced himself. Ali felt the heat rising. Where he himself was on the thin side, Ole was and muscular. And even shorter than Ali. Not least, he was blond, which Ali, obviously, was not. Like the Big Boy, Ali thought. However, the guy seemed cranky and stand-offish, which was a disappointment. Still, he had enough to busy himself with, and hardly noticed the strange looks Ole was sending him all day.
At around 3:30 pm, Grete left, asking Ole to close up at 4.
"Ali can help you", she smiled, and she was off. Ali couldn't help feeling a twinge of excitement. But then, he thought, it didn't look like Ole liked him. Oh, well. It wasn't like the guy was going to beat him up or anything.
Soon, the last customer was out, the doors were locked, and only the two guys were left.
"Ali, could you get over here and help me count the money in the till?" said Ole. Ali walked over.
"You know why my mom hired you, don't you?" said Ole as he finished counting the bills and handed them to Ali to check he'd counted correctly.
"Uh, no" said Ali. "I reckoned it was a favor to my foster dad," he said nervously.
"Oh, that, too", came the answer. "But mostly, it was 'cause she's hot for you."
"What!!!?"
Ole laughed at the shocked expression on Ali's face, and some of the tension between them seemed to melt away.
"Oh, yeah. You're exotic, you're handsome, and she's wondering if the stories are true."
"What stories?" said Ali, the wad of bills in his hand forgotten.
"You know," said Ole, looking right into Ali's eyes. "About black guys being big." Ali must have looked confused, because Ole went on:
"She's curious to see if you've got a big cock, Ali. Do you?"
Ali was glad for the darkness of his skin, which meant Ole couldn't see the furious blush that was rising in his cheeks. Ali tried to concentrate on counting money, but his hands were shaking and his eyes couldn't focus.
Ole moved closer.
"And not only her, Ali. That Silje was practically drooling over you all day. As were some of the customers. Not a dry pair of panties in the house, Ali. How does that make you feel?"
"I...I don't know," muttered Ali.
"Really?" Ali could feel hot breath on his cheek, and glanced to the side. Surely, that was a bulge he saw in the area of Ole's crotch. The penny dropped, and Ali grinned evilly to himself. Returning the money to the cash register, he stood up and faced Ole.
"Were you watching me, Ole?" he asked. "Did you drool over me, wondering if the stories are true?" He placed his right hand directly on the apparent bulge. His eyes had not been deceiving him.
Ole was speechless, but his erection seemed to get harder. Ali pulled down the older guy's zipper and put his hand inside, grasping his cock through the fabric of the underwear.
"Follow me, Ole", he whispered huskily, as he led his victim to the office, keeping hold of the engorged penis all the while. He could feel a little moisture seeping through Ole's briefs.
"No dry underwear in the house, huh?" he said as he released the still silent young man.
"So, are you gonna answer me, or does this do your talking for you?" Ali squeezed Ole's cock hard. Only a few incoherent noises came in response.
"Oookay. I can deal with that," answered Ali as he released the button in Ole's jeans and pulled it down to his knees, along with the briefs. As Ali squatted down, he inspected the throbbing boner in front of him. The foreskin had slid part of the way down the glans, revealing the slit, now freely emitting the glistening pre-cum. The thing was as pale as the rest of its owner, kinda thin, around six and a half inches, and really straight. Much like Ali's, but without the curve.
"My, my, we are hot, aren't we?" Ali bent closer and sniffed the odor emanating from the naked groin. Ole was a natural blond, he could tell that. The pubic bush was cute, with its short hair and perfect triangular shape. It was probably trimmed.
Ali stuck his tongue out and licked the pre-cum away, leaving a long strand to hang between the glans and his mouth for a couple of seconds. Next, he turned to the balls. They weren't too visible, because their sack had contracted a bit, and now had a perfectly round shape, hiding the outline of its contents. Also, it was nearly hairless. Shaved, Ali guessed. Opening his mouth wide, he took all of it inside his mouth, tugging a little. The balls weren't too big, nothing like Gorm's, and Ali could take them both with just a little difficulty. A whimper sounded from above him, and he released the scrotum, which by now was glistening with Ali's saliva. Next, he licked from the bottom of the shaft up to the top, following the underside. Then, he let his wet lips trace it along one side, top to bottom, then up again on the other side.
"Do you want me to suck on it, Ole? You want a blow job from the black kid?" he asked, never looking up.
"Please!", was the strained reply. Shaping his mouth to an "O", Ali slowly let the shaft glide past his teeth and enter his oral cavity, with its heat and its moisture. He kept it there a little while before he let it slide half way out again, then slowly taking it back in, a little deeper this time. Out once more, then in. Out, in, just a little deeper. He could feel the short hairs brushing his nose. He moved up until only the head was inside, then let his tongue swipe round it a couple of times. More of the tangy pre-cum came out.
Ali allowed the cock to slide all the way out, and stuck his long finger in his mouth, wetting it down really good, then went down on Ole again. While bobbing slowly, he nudged the legs a little apart, and moved his finger up behind the balls and along the perineum, stopping when he felt the wrinkled skin of the anus. He reached up with his left hand and pushed Ole's upper body down to improve his access. In one swift, almost brutal motion, he buried the finger up to the second knuckle.
"Haaaaah!" Ali smiled at the groan coming from his partner. He released the cock again, spat in his left hand and smeared more saliva round the penetrating finger, then allowed it to slide out and back in.
"You like that, boy?" he asked. "You like having my long finger fucking your ass?"
"Yes."
"Good. Time for another, then." Pulling his long finger all the way out, Ali spat again, and inserted his forefinger and longfinger together. The sound Ole made, suggested he was in pain. Ali didn't let up, though, he just continued moving the fingers in and out.
"Turn round!" he said, a bit harshly. When Ole hesitated, Ali grabbed his hips and swung him round.
"Spread your legs and bend over!" he barked, rising to his feet. Ole complied, and his moist anus twinkled at Ali.
"I'm taking my cock out now. You wanna see it? Well, you can't. Not yet. You're gonna feel it first."
Ali placed the tip of his leaking prick at the opening, then pushed. Slowly, it vanished from sight. Ole groaned loudly, then sighed as the head popped past his sphincter. Ali didn't stop, though, just kept going until the whole shaft was buried.
"I'm fucking you, boy. It's not the first time you've been fucked, is it?"
Ole shook his head.
"Good. You can take it, then. Like this!"
Ali pulled halfway out, then hard back in. He ignored the moans from below him. Another two or three slow strokes, and then he began pounding the pert, pale behind. That was the way the Big Boy had liked it, the few times Ali had fucked him. Hard and fast.
Ali knew he wouldn't last long. It seemed Ole understood this, too, because he started to furiously rub his own cock.
"Leave it!" said Ali, smacking Ole's hand. "You can't cum yet, not until I tell you." His own six inches were moving like a piston. Actually, he guessed it was more like six and a half. It had grown a bit in the last few months.
"Ah! Ah! Uh! Yeah, boy, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot my spunk up your white butt. Uh! Soon. Any moment now...It's... I'm cumminnnggg! Yeaaaahh! Fucccckkk!"
Ali grabbed Ole's hips hard to keep himself on his feet as he bucked and writhed in orgasm. Four, five, six times he convulsed as he shot hard.
"That was nice, boy. Your ass feels good on my cock. You wanna cum, too?"
"Yes, please."
"Work for it, then. Help me stay hard, and I'll fuck you again. If you do good, I'll let you shoot your load, too."
A small smile played around Ali's lips as he felt the white guy clenching and unclenching his hole, in anticipation of another round. He didn't care if the pay wasn't much in this job. The perks were good. What else mattered?
Well, folks. That was the third story about Ali. I expect to write one or two more, but I'm not sure when it's gonna be. Hope you liked this one.
This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2002. All rights reserved.
Any comments? Did you like the story? Hate it? You can mail me at: einhardno@yahoo.com