Ali, pt. 4 (t/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 settled comfortably on his bed, hands behind his head, smiling. It had been so traditional, at least judging by stories he'd read. So...trite, almost. But it had been so good, too.
It was after the day's last class, PE. Because of the good weather, it was cross-country running that day. Ali's specialty. Not many could keep up. Heck, nobody could keep up. It was wonderful, just running uphill, downhill, on the flat, feet just going and going. Pity it had to end so soon.
Ali liked to take his time after this class. Short shower, half an hour sauna, then another shower, long and leisurely. He was normally alone, which was a pity in one way, since there would be no hot guys to drool over. Still, peace and quiet was good, too.
Only this time, he wasn't to be left alone. Five minutes into the sauna session he heard somebody entering the locker room. He hoped that whoever it was wouldn't disturb his solitude. Which the guy promptly did.
It was Siddiq, an 18-year old kid from the senior class. Ali hadn't really taken much notice of the little guy before. After all, he was two years older and a full head shorter than Ali. More amusing than sexy.
He did take notice this time, though. Those rippling muscles everywhere, yet with everything so perfectly proportioned, it was...awesome. Siddiq didn't look like a bodybuilder, with all grotesque bulges everywhere. More like a weightlifter; plenty of muscle that looked like it actually served a purpose.
Siddiq had been startled to see another guy in the sauna, but he gave Ali a big smile, causing the black boy's stomach to sort of contract in a tiny knot. Those white teeth in the middle of that delicate, bronze face; that shiny raven hair, the radiance of the skin, the bulk of the member dangling between those short, hairless legs...
Ali leaned forward to conceal the erection he could feel starting.
Siddiq didn't hide anything, though. He sat down opposite Ali, legs spread widely. He talked a lot. About weightlifting, how he was sweating it out to make sure he didn't exceed the 56 kilogram limit for the meet the coming weekend, about school, his Pakistani family, anything. Ali nodded, smiled, grunted and tried to make appropriate responses, while not being too obvious in his admiration of the lean, hard body, the dazzling smile that barely seemed to leave the other boy's face, or the pole that was growing in his midsection.
It had started almost right away. At first, it just twitched a little, then it lengthened along Siddiq's thigh, sort of caressing the ripples his muscles made as the boy shifted slightly from side to side. Soon, though, it was unmistakably rising, at first pointing straight out, like it was a gun aimed at Ali. Finally, it was standing proudly up.
It was amazing. Long, a full seven inches, maybe more. Thick, much thicker than Ali's. And with a long, helmet-shaped head that only at its lowest point bulged out a little more than the shaft. The circumsision scar was barely visible, unlike Ali's own, which was very plain to see. Boys in this country weren't cut as a rule, but Siddiq was probably born a Muslim, like Ali.
"You can touch it if you want, Ali", said Siddiq softly, huskily.
It was like slow motion. In one smooth, but ever so slow movement Ali lifted his upper body to reveal his own throbbing, salivating member, then got to his feet, stepped down on the floor, walked two paces, bent slightly forward, reached out his right hand, touched the upper side of the shaft with his fingers, closed his grip round the hot, smooth, silky, bone hard pole.
Siddiq sighed as Ali pulled on it a couple of times. Then he looked directly into Ali's grave eyes, locked him in a stare, then smiled again. Ali smiled back. He pulled the hard, wonderful cock a little toward himself and brought his head down to it, letting his lips slide over the head, down the shaft, down, down. He almost didn't make it to his objective; the sparse, jet black pubic hair. Ali loved to let the bush tickle his nose when he sucked, but this thing was so long and so fat he almost gagged before he got that far.
He made it, though. He kept it there for a few seconds, just breathing through his nose, inhaling the scent of the young man while tasting him at the same time. He began bobbing up and down, just a little, like he was afraid of losing something if that shiny cockhead left the depths of his pharynx.
Siddiq just breathed heavily at first, then began moaning a little. Ali let his left hand wander to the scrotum. It was nearly hairless, too. And tight, as the balls began pulling themselves upwards, anticipating the release of their produce.
Ali felt a pair of hands on his head, pushing it up. He whimpered a little as the beautiful cock left his mouth.
"Just wait a minute, Ali", whispered Siddiq.
Ali watched Siddiq get up, then lie down on his back, cock still pointing almost straight up. The brown boy spat in his hand, twice, smeared all the saliva over his shiny erection and turned towards Ali again. The haze in his eyes was visible, or maybe it was Ali's own gaze that was out of focus.
"Please, Ali!" muttered Siddiq. Trance-like, Ali stepped up to the bench Siddiq lay on, placed one leg on each side of the lean, strong body, shifted to get into position, grabbed the dark erection and pointed it to his own opening. Then he sat down. With the combined saliva of two boys on the slick pole, Ali's sweat, the heat of the sauna and the sheer desire in him, he easily slid down past the sphincter.In stages, he continued down until he was sitting on Siddiq's thighs, the big cock all the way inside.
"Ali!" It was a moan. Or a whimper. The Asian boy raised one arm and pulled the dark face of the African down. They kissed deeply. Ali's soft moans were interrupted by a little squeal as Siddiq suddenly raised his hard butt and thrust his thick spear even farther up his partner's rectum. He proceeded to fuck in that manner, lying down and making small thrusts into the welcoming canal. The boys stayed lip to lip, lightly kissing all the while.
"Aliiii!" It was a deep, almost guttural cry. Siddiq's body froze, then twitched as he sent his essence deep inside the hot butt. His balls rode so high they almost disappeared, causing a little pain that blended with the intensity of the release. Still, he found the presence of mind to let one hand travel to Ali's black shaft, stroking it four or five times, causing a strong spurt of spunk to shoot out, the first jet hitting Siddiq's chin, the next two or three drenching his shiny chest.
The boys took a few minutes recovering, just lying there, upper bodies in full contact, the softening member staying in Ali until it plopped out on its own. The shower afterwards was sweet. Although they didn't kiss, and barely made body contact, the shy, happy smiles they sent each other made both boys feel content.
Ali adjusted his erection as he lay on his bed. He would see Siddiq again soon. In two days, he would attend the weightlifting meet, then Siddiq would take him in his car to his parents' summer cabin by a small mountain lake. They would have all of Saturday night together, then the whole Sunday. Ali felt sure it would be good, very good.
THE END
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm not in the habit of putting "tails" on my stories, but since several of those who mailed me about "Ali", pts. 1 and 2, requested more, I thought I'd take this opportunity to thank you for your kind interest, all six of you.
And please remember to be safe when you have sex. Ali doesn't bother, but he's not real. You are.
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