Ali

By Einhard

Published on Mar 18, 2002

Gay

Ali (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 had done a runner. Not really, he was just taking a walk down by the sea. He just had to get out of the refugee reception center every now and then. The place could get stressful at times, with emotions running high for everyone. Also, it was tough, being only 16 and alone as a refugee in a country so far from home. And so cold! This was definitely nothing like Africa. Still, Ali was adjusting well, and had high hopes of being allowed to stay. But the center! He couldn't wait to get out of there, to be settled in a real community, to start school like other kids his age.

He was taking a stroll down by the sea. It was a beautiful day in late spring, and he allowed his unconscious to take control, letting it lead him wherever it wanted to go. This turned out to be in the direction of the small bay with the two isolated boathouses. It was a nice place. Peaceful. It was also the place where Ali had sometimes seen The Big Boy.

The Big Boy was a local kid. He wasn't really all that big, but compared to Ali's small frame, he seemed huge, intimidating, and.....wonderful. Ali felt the heat rising in him as he thought of the boy's thick, blond hair, his piercing blue eyes, the beautiful pale skin, his broad back, his long legs, the tight ass... Ali moaned slightly to himself and had to stick his hand down the shorts he wore inside his sweatpants to adjust his swelling dick.

He hesitated. Maybe the boy was there now. It was late enough in the day for school to be out. Did he dare go on?

A face appeared round from behind the wall of one of the boathouses. It was him. The boy. The two of them looked at each other for a little while in silence. Then the boy smiled and disappeared.

Ali moved on, slowly and haltingly. Within a couple of minutes, he was there. Standing on the quay, facing the boathouses, he was unsure of what to do. Then the boy appeared again, smiling once more, beckoning to Ali with one hand. And he was gone once more.

Ali walked over to the corner where the boy had been and peeked round it. Nothing.

"Psst! Ali! Over here!" A hand waved at him from round the next corner. Ali walked the length of the boathouse and looked round the corner. A door on the short wall, not visible from the direction he had come. And it was open. The boy was standing right outside it, smiling shyly. He made a small gesture with his hand, then went inside.

Ali took three paces, and found himself looking into the boathouse. The boy was only five yards away, clearly visible, even in the dim light on the inside. He was leaning against some sort of table. He motioned with his index finger.

Ali entered and stopped a couple of feet in front of the boy.

The boy stuck out one arm. He laid it on Ali's shoulder, then let it move downwards, stroking Ali's arm.

"Aaahh!" The moan was hardly audible.

"You like that, Ali?"

The African boy nodded slightly, but didn't open his eyes.

"I like you, Ali. I think you're pretty. I've seen you look at me, too. Do you like me?"

Again, Ali nodded. The hand was moving across his chest now, reaching his abdomen, creeping further down.

"Here, feel it." The boy grabbed one of Ali's hand and put it on his crotch. Ali's eyes flew open when he felt the hard tube under the boy's loose trousers.

"You like that, too, huh?" The boy was smiling. Then he moved in closer, whispered "Oh, Ali!", and then...they were kissing!

Ali's head felt strangely light. Maybe the explosion inside had removed most of his brains or something. But this was so good! The boy had his hands on Ali's ass now, cupping each of the small, rounded cheeks.

When the kiss broke, the boy stepped a little back again.

"How do you know my name?" said Ali.

"This is a small place. I know most of the people who work at the reception center."

"Oh!" Ali moved closer. He was almost as tall as the boy, but nowhere near as beefy.

"Oh, God, Ali!" The boy pushed him away. Ali's face fell.

"It's not good?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah, it's good. I just don't wanna blow in my shorts."

"I don't understand", said Ali, a puzzled look on his face.

"I just meant...hell, who cares what I meant? Here, stand like this!"

The boy directed Ali to stand with his back to the table, his legs slightly spread. The boy went down on his knees and began lightly biting Ali's dickshaft from the outside, stroking his ass at the same time. Moments later, Ali felt his sweatpants and shorts being pulled down. After a little fumbling, they were off, and Ali's black cock pointed proudly out from his body.

The boy cupped the dark scrotum in his hands, then moved his head in to engulf the whole of Ali's six inches. It was all Ali could do not to topple over with the intensity.

The boy sucked gently, moving slowly up and down the shaft. It was still enough for Ali to feel his cum starting to bubble in his balls, preparing for an explosive launch.

The boy stopped his bobbing up and down, instead letting his tongue swipe gently over Ali's glans. A moistened finger found the dark anus, carefully penetrating to the first knuckle. Ali shoved his ass backward, causing his dick to plop out of the boy's mouth.

"Feels good, hm?" whispered the boy. Ali managed a single nod as the finger wiggled inside him. The boy pushed his finger farther in and wiggled it a bit more. Ali tensed and moaned in pleasure.

Licking up and down the underside of Ali's cock, the boy let his finger slide in and out, occasionally twisting it in the opening. The best bit was when he allowed it to tickle the little bump inside; the one Ali like to play with by himself. Ali whimpered in disappointment when the finger left him.

"Turn round, Ali!" said the boy. Ali complied, and the boy pushed his head down and spread his legs, leaving him to support himself with his hands on the table. Ali felt heat round his ass, and prepared himself for more of the same. Instead, something moist came. Momentarily shocked and confused, Ali stood up.

"Easy, Ali! I'm just giving you a rimjob. You'll like it. And if you don't, just say so."

Ali reassumed his position, and soon he was pushing his ass into the boy's face, trying to get as much as possible of the tongue up his love chute. He was moaning freely now, as was the other boy.

The tongue bath stopped.

"Ali? Can I fuck you? Please?" The boy was standing up now, holding Ali's head in both hands, a pleading, hungry look on his face. Ali couldn't quite focus, and the words took a second to penetrate to his brain, but he nodded. He was a little scared, but mostly eager.

The boy let go of Ali's head, and positioned himself behind him. Ali could hear the boy spitting several times, then felt something pushing at his asshole.

"I put lots of spit on it, but if it hurts too much, you gotta tell me, so I can stop. Okay?"

"Yes", croaked Ali.

The boy placed one hand on Ali's left hip and began shoving. It hurt like hell, but Ali bit his tongue and tried to relax. He had dreamed of this all spring; he wasn't about to stop things now. The pain increased as Ali's anus split open more and more. It was getting unbearable. Just as Ali's mouth was about to let out a scream, something happened. It was like some obstacle had been cleared, and the pain got less. It still hurt, but it wasn't so bad.

"The head's in. That's the worst bit done, Ali. Does it feel good?"

Ali nodded. So far, getting fucked was a big disappointment, but he would go through with it. Maybe it would feel better in a while.

The boy stood still a little, then pushed his cock deeper in. Ali groaned. The pain wasn't so bad, but he felt really full. Another shove and another groan. A third shove, and a fourth.

"I'm in! My cock is all the way inside your ass, Ali! Can you feel it?" The boy sounded like a kid at Christmas. Ali put one hand between his own legs. He could feel his balls, then, just behind them, another set. Yeah! Four balls in his hand! He was really getting fucked! And it felt good! Woooh! Ali's face split in a wide grin, and he pushed his ass back.

The boy slowly pulled his cock out, then back in. Ali groaned again. There was a slight discomfort, but the enjoyment was so much stronger. Another slow pull and thrust, then a little faster.

"Yeah, Ali! I'm fucking you now! Your black ass is taking all of my big, white cock! Take it, boy! Your ass is mine now! Ungh, ungh, ungh!"

The boy's fuckstrokes were fast and hard, his groin slapping the young black kid's ass cheeks as the cock pistoned in and out.

"I'm gonna cum soon, Ali! In a little while. You want me to pull out, or can I cum inside you?" The words were a little ragged.

"Stay! Please!"

The boy took a firmer grip round Ali's hips, using both hands to pull the bodies together, making the long rod penetrate deeper and deeper.

"Yeah, Ali! I'm cumming! Fuccckk!" The boy pushed hard into Ali one last time, then stood still, breathing hard. Ali couldn't believe it! Minutes ago, he'd been scared of making contact with the big, gorgeous boy. Now, the boy's Nordic spunk was drenching the insides of his African ass! The grin on Ali's face grew.

"Man, that was wild! That was the best cum I ever had! I always thought fucking would be great, but I didn't believe it could be this good!" The boy lowered his upper body down on Ali's back, his cock still nestled in Ali's bottom. Ali sighed with the exquisite pleasure of it all: A cock inside him, a wonderful boy's hot, moist body against his own...

The boy stood up again, and began pulling out.

"No!" Ali called out.

"What?" The boy sounded confused.

"No! Don't take it out! I want more!" Ali clenched his sphincter muscle round the no longer fully hard shaft.

"I'm not sure if I can." The doubt was plain to hear.

"You have to! I want you to! One more time!"

"Okay, I'll leave it inside. If you help me, maybe I can get hard again."

Ali never wanted this to stop. He wanted to be fucked all the time. Moistening a finger, he bent his flexible back and reached out one of his long arms, letting it move between two sets of legs, finding a vacant asshole. He would help. And in return, he would get more of this wonderful new experience.

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

Next: Chapter 2


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