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 terrifi