Date: Tue, 14 May 2002 05:19:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: einhardno <einhardno@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ali, pt. 2

Ali, pt. 2 (t/t, oral)

by einhard

PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to
end. The characters don't exist, and the things they
do, never happened.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is linked to a previous
story of mine, "Ali". You might like to read that
first, although it's not necessary.


Ali was pretty pleased with life. He was out of the
reception center and living with a foster family.
Okay, so the process of getting his parents to the
country was dragging out, which was not so good. But
this place he was living, was fine. He liked his
family, too, especially the fact that he now had a big
brother. Although the reception center hadn't been so
bad, it was so full of adults and smaller kids.
Somebody who understood a bit of the stuff that was
going on at Ali's age, somebody who'd been there only
a short time ago, but who was mature enough to give
him some guidance; it was just so great.

The neighborhood, too, was fine. Peaceful, but not too
peaceful, and with other kids his age. Making new
friends hadn't been too hard.

One thing that was hard, was the snake between his
legs. During the last few weeks at the center, Ali had
grown used to getting it regularly. Most afternoons,
he would at some stage be on his back, legs in the
air, having his ass pounded by the big boy's wonderful
cock. Or on all fours, or on his side, or whatever.
The big boy had even let Ali fuck him a couple of
times, too. That was nice, although Ali enjoyed it
more the other way round. It had been tough to say
goodbye, but Ali needed to move on.

In this new place, though, his sex life was in his own
hands. Literally. Ali hoped that the start of school,
only days away, would change that situation. There had
to be some guys there wanting to plug black boy-pussy.

This fine August day, Ali had just returned from
grocery shopping, and he was going out again to enjoy
the fine weather for an hour or so before supper. As
he approached a corner, a boy suddenly stood in front
of him. Ali stopped, a little startled. The boy stared
at him, wide-mouthed.

"You're black!" said the boy.

"You don't say", said Ali, feeling his hackles
starting to rise. The boy just kept staring.

"Why do you care that I'm black?" asked Ali after a
short silence.

"I never saw somebody black before. I'm Gorm, I live
just down the street. Wanna come home with me? I'll
show you something."

A suspicion was beginning to form in the back of Ali's
mind. The boy didn't look that way, but there was
something about his behavior... Hm! He'd have to suspend
his judgment for a while.

"Okay", he nodded.

"Wow! Great!" The boy grabbed Ali by the arm and
started running. Ali kept up the best he could, and by
the time they reached the boy's home a minute or so
later, he was sure. This kid wasn't completely normal.
Probably Down's syndrome. He had seen a couple of
adults like that back in Somalia. Definitely no reason
to be offended at what the boy had said.

"Mom!" the boy yelled. "Mom!"

A youngish woman appeared, smiling.

"Hello, Gorm! Who's your friend?"

"Uh, I don't know", said the boy. Ali had almost
started snickering at the boy's name, but had managed
to keep in control. The names people had in this
country!

"Hello, m'am, I'm Ali. I only moved here a couple of
weeks ago. I live with mr and mrs Petersen." He held
out his hand, and the woman shook it.

"Of course, you're their new foster son. I'm very
pleased to meet you, Ali. I apologize for my son here;
when he's excited about something, he sometimes
forgets his manners."

"Oh, that's all right, m'am, I don't mind."

"Please, feel free to call me Marianne, that's my
name." The woman smiled at Ali, but just as much at
Gorm, who by now was jumping up and down in his
excitement, pullling at Ali's tee-shirt.

"Thank you, m'am...Marianne."

"Oh, go on, Gorm! Show Ali your new treasure, but
don't bore him, now!"

Ali only just had time to wave before Gorm had pulled
him along round the corner of the house, in the
direction of a small shack. Gorm opened the door,
closing it again carefully when they were both inside,
then slowly walking over to a corner, where he bent
down and picked something up. As he turned round, Ali
saw the two kittens in the boy's arms.

"Look!" whispered Gorm, beaming with pride. "They're
mine. This is Snowy, and this is her brother Blackie.
We only got them yesterday. Aren't they pretty?" He
held them out for Ali to see.

Ali had never been a great fan of pets, but the two
small bundles of fur were really cute, and the joy
shining on Gorm's face made him feel kind of special,
like it was a solemn occasion or something.

"We keep 'em in the house mostly, but Mom said that
when the weather was fine, I could have them in here
in the daytime. They like it here, she said. Ouch!"
Snowy, miaowing loudly, had just planted her claws on
Gorm's chest, clearly wanting to be released. Gorm
bent down, releasing both, and Snowy at once began
jumping about, trying to incite her brother's
interest. He, however, seemed most intent on catching
up with his sleep.

"They're really pretty, Gorm. Have you kept cats
before?"

"No". The boy shook his head. "I wanted to, but Mom
said I would have to wait until I'm older. But I'm 17
now, and she told me that once I got back home after
summer camp, she'd start looking for a kitten for me.
And she found these two right away."

Ali was surprised. The boy had looked no more than 14,
but in fact he was a year older than Ali himself.

"So, you were at summer camp, huh?"

"Yeah!" Gorm's eyes lit up again. "It was really
great! Can I trust you?"

"Well, yes", said Ali, smiling.

"Okay, then. And you're really pretty, too. Can I suck
you? Can I suck your penis, Ali? I do it good, and I
really like doing it. I bet you got a big one.
Please?"

"Hey!" Ali held up a hand. "Are you sure you know what
you're asking here?"

Gorm nodded. "I did it with one of the counselors in
camp. He said I did it really good. He did it with me,
too. And he said I could do it with guys at home, but
only if it was somebody I really liked and trusted. I
really like you, Ali. Can I, please?"

Ali didn't know what to do or say. Or, rather, in his
head he didn't know. His dick, however, knew what it
wanted. Gorm actually looked pretty good,in spite of
being what he was, and it was obvious he wanted to do
this. The bulge in his shorts was evidence enough.

Ali gave a tentative nod, which was all Gorm needed.
With a short whoop, he was on his knees, pulling at
Ali's shorts so hard he almost tor the elastic. Ali
helped, and a second later, Gorm was doing his best to
swallow the black rod. It wasn't completely hard the
minute it went in the moist oral cavity, but it sure
didn't last long before that was rectified. Gorm
wasn't excactly technically refined, but he made up
for that in enthusiasm. Ali barely had time to feel
anything, before the contractions in his balls told
him an orgasm was on the way. He tried to push Gorm
away, but the kid held on like his life depended on
it. He didn't stop bobbing as Ali's boy-seed shot out,
either, just swallowed and bobbed, swallowed and
bobbed.

"Stop, Gorm! It hurts!"

Gorm looked crestfallen.

"Didn't you like it? Lars did. I thought it would be
good." His lower lip began trembling.

"Oh, Gorm!" Ali bent down and kissed him on his
forehead. "It was great, but my penis gets really
tender just when I'm shooting my sperm. It's a little
too much good feeling, that's all."

"Oh! Okay! So I did it good, then?" The big smile was
back.

"Yup! But I think I need to teach you to go slow, too.
You wanna learn more ways to make me feel good?"

Gorm nodded.

"Stand up!" Gorm did as he was told.

"Pull your shorts down!" A rock hard cock came into
sight. Perfect size, a little over five inches, pretty
thick, but not quite in the beer can league, and with
just a light sprinkling of hair in a perfect triangle
above it. The balls below were small, but finely
shaped.

"You ever did anything else but suck on each other,
you and Rolf?"

"We jacked off, too."

"Yeah, that's nice. But I can teach you more. Wanna
learn how to fuck?"

"I guess. How do you do that? Does it feel good?"

Ali grinned wickedly. "It's the greatest feeling there
is, Gorm. Now, just stand still, so I can get you wet
enough."

Oh, yes, this was a pleasant neighborhood. Gorm needed
more technical skills, and he needed to learn a little
bit more about who he could and could not trust. But
right now, an itching ass needed filling. Ali got to
his knees. Who said this was a cold country? He sure
had had his share of heat, and more was coming.
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, the opened his mouth
wide to start lubricating the cock that would soon be
doing it's work inside him. Sweet!



This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2002.
All rights reserved.

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