Nile Trains Me

This is a mostly true story of my first trip up (the) Nile. His name was Nile. My name is Alan. We were both young at the time...18, of course. Friends since early grammar school, we hung out a lot together. Riding our bikes was a passion. I had other passions in mind for Nile, but at that age, with no experience, I only managed to express them solo. Many times I'd 'solo' myself to orgasm, with Nile looming large in my imagination. Then one day it all changed. Nile took charge.

He was blond-haired and blue-eyed. His skin was the palest and creamiest I had ever gazed upon. He was anemic. I remember lots of times sitting at the foot of his bed, while Nile recuperated from a bout of anemia, his schoolwork on my lap, as I finished it up for him. We would joke and laugh a lot about guy stuff. The last time before we hooked up, he was sitting upright in his bed. All of a sudden, his head hit the pillow, and his body slung downward toward me. He let out a low sigh. I was terrified. Terrified that my friend had died of his affliction right in front of me! Then as quickly as it began, he rose up, looked at me, and started to laugh.

"It's okay, Allie...check out my wet spot!" He must see the look of concern on my face. But as my eyes strain to see what his blanket obscures...the 'wet spot' he refers to begins to be very apparent, as it grows in size to my transfixed stare.

"Damn, Nile! What the hell, man?" I am both relieved, and confused by what has just happened.

"You did it." He says it calmly, and wide-eyed, and a little innocently.

"The hell I did - I never touched you, dickhead!"

"Yes you did, Allie. Just not with your hands." WTF does that mean is the look I give him.

"Take a look." Nile is lifting the covers, and exposing his naked body to me. I have seen him naked before. We have the same gym class, and take showers there. I admit to doing my best to keep from getting caught, while checking him and the other boys out...but that probably never worked. Not that anyone else ever called me on it.

"You know you want this." Devilish smile. Stunning grin. Beautiful body. Now with a semi-flaccid and very wet cock. His copious seed has spread itself all over his ample bush (no one groomed back then) and it glistens under the glow of the ceiling light in his bedroom.

"Like hell." Not a very convincing retort, even to my own ears. He is 100 percent right. I want to touch him. To go down on him. To take a deep whiff of his spunk. Maybe even lick a bit of it onto my tongue. But I am afraid to. Afraid to do any of that. Afraid to be labeled a fag. A queer. A homo. Damn, but I want him.

"It's okay, Allie...how about a washcloth to clean this mess up?" He has very little strength during these bouts with anemia. I get up to help my friend. Returning with a damp cloth, I hold it out to him.

"Please, Allie." Puppy eyes. Soulful face. Not a word from me. I lean down and gently put the cloth onto his crotch. Rubbing and scooping up what I can of his drying seed, I soon have him looking clean. I hold the cloth near my chest, and try not to let him see me as I take a deep breath.

"What does it smell like?" Caught.

"Like you." I want to rub that cum-soaked rag all over my body...feel the sticky wetness as it clings to my warm skin, penetrating my pores...pulsing into the depths of my...

"Kiss me, Allie."

Part 2 -

"Nile." That's all I can muster to say. What can I do? I am frozen in place. I feel tears welling up. He reaches out his hand and I take it. Without the strength to pull me to him, I find my body starts to do the job all by itself. I lean in. His eyes are closing. My angel is pure and drawing me to him. Resistance fades; and my lips touch is. The kiss is very brief, yet it shatters what remains of my shyness. I carefully fold myself onto the bed and embrace my friend. He holds me in his arms and we lay there without speaking. Then a door slams, keys drop onto a hard surface, and Mrs. Wheeler calls out to her son.

"Nile? Do you have company?" Before she can walk to his room, Nile and I cover our tracks as best we can. His covers are once again draped over his young body, the cum rag hidden beneath his butt, and I am sitting on the foot of his bed like 'always'.

"Hi, Mrs. Wheeler. Nile and I thought you would be home a lot later." Stupid thing for me to say, but too late to take it back. She takes in the scene, moves to the window, and opens it a crack.

"A bit...stuffy in here, boys. My appointment was cancelled. How about a nice big dinner for the two of you. Got to feed my growing studs!" Mrs. Wheeler is both astute and broad-minded. What can I say - a mother just knows!

Part 3 -

His episodes thankfully only last a couple of days, and Nile and I were soon riding our bikes together; and working up some sweat.

"Your place, Allie. We need to talk." My place is empty over the weekend. Nile and I have planned to sleep over together. He wants to 'talk'. Right.

"Let's watch TV." I soon realize that the show does not mater. Nile just wants some background noise while he works his moves on me. It is a hot day. We do not have air-conditioning. Without speaking, Nile strips off his shirt and slumps to the floor, his back leaning against my bed. We can see the TV through the doorway into the living room. At this point, my mind is blank. instinct tells me to take off my shirt, and I do so as I join Nile on the floor...as close to him as I can get. He quickly turns his face to mine and plants a kiss on my lips. I pull away.

"Hey. It's just us. I don't want this to get out any more than you do. But I need you, Allie. I need you real bad." This is what melting feels like. I am closing my eyes and pursing my lips. His mouth touches mine. His taste is warm and sweet. This kiss is longer lasting. It seems to have no end. I feel the thrust of his tonge penetrate me and have its way with my mouth. Yes. This is definitely what melting feels like.

"I'm not gay, Niles."

"Me either, numbnuts! Guys like us do this all the time. Jerking off together is what men do." With that, I look down at the obvious bulge in his shorts. Before I can readjust my gaze, his hand cups my crotch and squeezes it...hard enough to make me yelp.

"See - you need this too. Holding it in hurts. It hurts real bad, right?" I nod in agreement.

"Let's strip." His butt rises up, and off go his shorts. Nile is commando. His boner is already almost full. His dick is about an inch and a half shorter than mine, and pure white as befits his anemia. It has a slight bend to it.

"Next!" If that is a command, then I follow it. My shorts join his on the floor in front of us. I am wearing tighty whities. There is already a wet spot visible. "Those too." He has that devilish grin again.

Now we sit there, both naked, both getting fully hard just with the thoughts of what is to transpire next.

"Touch me, Allie." I do. His warm cock feels spongy and it pulses in my grip. "Kiss it." I am shaking my head. "Then I'll do you!"

"Aughhh!" Nile is fisting my willie and his mouth has my dickhead buried inside of him. His wetness and warmth are too much to take, and I yank myself free of him.

"Why?"

"I can't hold it if you go at it like that. Show me what to do with you so we can slow things down." This brings a huge smile to Nile's face.

"Okay. You won't lick it yet, so just stroke it for a while, and I'll do you...slower."

Nile and I spend a good ten minutes there on the floor, playing with each other in the most pleasant way. Suddenly, he lets out a sigh, and tells me he is close. I reach up to the night stand and pull down a box of tissues. Not missing a beat to his dick, Nile soon releases his cream into a wad of paper - white paper touching white dick spewing white cum. Beautiful!

"Thanks." He springs up and is into his shorts in a flash. "Gotta go."

"What about me?" He looks down at my still hard dick.

"Do it in the crapper! See ya."

Part 4 -

So, Nile is selfish. Does that stop me from being his friend? Does that stop me from fooling around with him for the next year until he moves away to another state? Hell no. He is one of the only buds I have; selfish or not. And at least part of my desires get taken care of. So every few days, we get together. The rhythm of what we do gets codified. Nile ramps up his 'suggestions' and I follow through. Turns out Nile really loves to suck on my dick.

"Don't leak so much" He keeps a tissue nearby and roughly swipes at my pee hole every now and then to mop up my oozing precum. It makes me jump. He laughs.

"Why do you care? It's just more wetness. Your mouth has me all wet as it is." He ponders this a moment.

"You taste okay...I don't know...maybe if you sucked on me..." Here we go. I might as well do it. I brush his hand from my dick and go down on him. My face glides up and down his shaft, feeling the softness of his skin on my cheek. I open my mouth and lap at his dickhead - giving lots of attention to his pee slit, trying my best to get his own juice to flow so I can show him I like it.

"Oh boy. Gonna blow a load!" He grabs my hair and holds my head down while his cock pulses rope after rope into my mouth. I can't get up or make him stop. Reflex gets me to swallow; all of his seed flows down my throat. I like it. A lot.

Once again, 'finished', my erstwhile boy-friend hops up, dresses, strides to the door, and exits, leaving me to finish off into the toilet. We have one more memorable time together before he leaves for good. Knowing he will soon be gone emboldens me, and I am determined to take control...a bit.

Part 5 -

"Then I'll do you!" I have just told Nile that we will not be fooling around.

"No. You never do. forget it."

"Please. It's our last time. Please, Allie." I am standing in the doorway, blocking his entrance. My feelings are mixed. I feel empowered, and righteous. I feel emboldened. I feel flush with desire...weak with lust...sad that he will be leaving me. I step aside and Nile enters, triumphantly strutting to my bedroom.

"I promised. Let me show you something new." I already know that Nile fools around with other guys - word has gotten out about his love of cock. So whatever he has in mind might be new to me, but not to him. We strip, and Nile flips down to the bed onto his belly.

"Get on top." His ass is two glorious mounds of pure teenage perfection. I have never been so worked up as in that moment. I straddle him; my hard-on traces the crack of his butt, while I support my weight with my arms.

"It feels just like a pussy!" Like I would know.

"Stick it in." Now remember, this was in the days before HIV. Teenagers had no access to condoms. None of that mattered at the moment. My hormones were raging; and I had his permission to get my first fuck. It seemed fitting - tapping his ass would get me back for all of the times he left me high and dry. "Get some oil from the kitchen."

I return with the bottle. His body is affecting me to my core. I am soaking him in with my eyes - from the golden locks of his head, down his muscular back, over the dimples in his sway...up the curvy mountains of his quivering and creamy cheeks.

"Drizzle some on and rub it in. Do your prick, too." I do as he says. I always do. Parting those large ass mounds reveals a hairless (like the rest of his body, except for sparse pit hair and an ample bush) and puckered hole, all pink and fresh and mine!

"Stick it in, already!" I rub the oil onto his crack, and all around his hole. Even without experience, I can tell that my six and a half inches will need some good greasing up to be able to pierce his body. Oiled and ready, I fist myself and touch cockhead to hole. The first attempt fails. I push. No go.

"Get some oil down inside of me, Allie, then it will go in easier. I'll be fine. I've done this before." Bet you have.

"Oh....yeah..." My middle finger, slicked with oil, is now up inside of Nile's chute. I retract it, add more oil, and push it in again. And again. And again. Nile is now moaning like a cat in heat. "Do me, Allie....please."

I watch as my cockhead disappears into Nile's body. He lets out a squeal. it is slippery and warm in there. My cock wants more; and it slowly sinks in up to the hilt.

"You okay?"

"Mmmm." That tears it. I am going to fuck the daylights out of this fabulous body until I drain my balls and my soul into him. He will carry me with him for the rest of his life. No matter who he has done this with before, his chute is still ultra tight and now he is all mine. Dicks were made to feel this good!

"I want to come inside you."

"Do it!" My ears send his permission quickly to the cells of my brain that control my body. I feel my chest heave to catch a breath. Every muscle seems to tense. My eyes are closing. I feel a bit faint. There is a rush of pounding starting inside of me, my heart, my lungs, the inside of my crotch...and I explode!

"OH. Nile. NILE!!!!" Shaking like a leaf in the wind, my young body nuts its load deep into Nile's ass. The first rope feels like a steel rod shooting from the base of my dick up a ridiculously hard shaft; and ripping out past my slit into Nile. Rope after rope exits my body that way, until I collapse onto his back - the sweat from both of us feeling like the purest glue, as it binds us together forever.

Nile left the next day. I have not seen or heard from him in the last 40 years. He is with me now in memory, as once before in the flesh. We will be that way forever.

Thank you, Nile, thank you.