Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2002 04:03:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: einhardno <einhardno@yahoo.com>
Subject: ali, pt. 3

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