a nile ride

one of my fantasies before coming to Egypt this summer was to take a falucca (sail boat) ride down the Nile and spend a night or two on the board, of course in my fantasy I am alone on the boat with a stud of a falucca captain.

well once I made it down to Aswan I made sure that I attempt to realize my fantasy. on my third day in town, I left from Hamada's home early in the morning and headed for the waterfront (the Nile is referred to as "the sea" by locals).. I should have talked to more than one captain but the first one I met along the corniche was so insistent that I check out his boat and was vaguely flirtatious that I gave in way too easily.

we made a deal for a full day trip to Komombo up stream including spending a night out on the nile.. we immediatly went out into the river, stopped to pick up beer for the trip (8 bottles) and some snacks.. he even promised to get us some hash to pass the night...

the trip was relaxing, the scenery was beautiful and the weather was surprisingly breezy..

just north of the town we stopped on the side of the river to go for a swim.. I never thought I would actually be convinced to jump into a river but I did.. I guess it felt like its the time to do it, a now or never kinda thing.

somehow after the swim, and after being out of the city with nothing on the banks of the nile, and of course being alone in the boat with this man, it all turned kinky.. he was grabbing and rubbing my hands, he offered to give me a massage then I had my head on his lap as he sailed down the river.. it was almost my fantasy, except I was thinking in my head of a falucca captain i met in Luxor who was the a real fantasy all on his own, muscular, perfectly hairy, super masculine and just gorgous all over AAAnd he was smart. anyway, thinking of this mohamed guy from luxor I was falling into my falucca captain's seduction.. soon I started to feel his organ against my head..

cut thirty minutes and after a quick exchange of oral sex it was time for another swim.. this all happened far too easy, I was hoping for some more tension but there was none, he wanted it more than I and so the chase never existed. apparently thats thing with upper egyptian men, they are eager to get it on with anything anytime anywhere and with the aid of 'Bongo' a cannibis-type of drug that enhances sexual performance, they even rub it on their member! these dudes are constantly horny and they even check each other out in ahwas.. at least some do.

the day progressed and the heat is rising as well as the wind, which can made difficult sailing conditions, so we decided to moor the boat on the other bank of the river and take a siesta. unable to sleep because of the heat and flies, I was begining to feel frustrated and unaccomplished.. I wanted to get out.. afterall there was nothing to chase after so it didnt feel like a challenge followed by a reward, the guy was ready to do whatever pronto.

when he got up from his siesta, he came and sat between my legs as I laid down on a think mattress on the floor of the boat.. he was suggestive enough for me to understand that it was time for sex..

he emptied a little room on the body of the boat that has been named "magic room" and which is used as storage.. we crawled inside and had sex. it was the kind that was too quick to count, and was followed by a feeling of guilt, since no real pleasure was gained.. it was also the kind of sex after which I can only see his imperfections, the dark gabs between his teeth, his dry skin, etc. I knew it was time to turn back and return to Aswan..