Date: Tue, 17 Sep 2002 05:26:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: einhardno <einhardno@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ali, pt. 4

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