Noah's Starship

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+{Noah's Starship}+

-+-[Ch. 13]-+-

~By Emri~

I watched Navid's chest rise and fall as light snores escaped his full, pink lips. He'd inhale with a low, rumbly snore and then his lips would close until the pressure built up. He'd blow out a "Puhhh!" It wasn't too loud, and the rhythm of it always lulled me to sleep. I had raised my head off his heartbeat to see the sliver of morning sun poking through the hotel room drapes. I usually woke up before him and I'd spend the first few minutes gathering my bearings and watching his well-deserved rest.

He'd been down at the casino very late last night with his father. They'd bonded over card table games. He woke me by coming in around 3 AM reeking of that stale smoke smell that seeped into his pores. I hadn't gone in the casino. I wasn't of age, but just getting close to it made me cough and my eyes water. It wasn't something I was used to. He came in last night and stripped off his clothes, that big cock that I'd milked earlier in the evening wagged happily as he launched himself onto the bed and tossed a pile of money towards me.

"I win big for you!" He glowed and pulled me against him for a deep kiss that left the taste of old man drinks in my mouth.

"No, Yuck!" I pushed him away. As much as I longed for his touch, the smells made my stomach turn.

"Oh! I forget... Yes, I shower." His happiness was undeterred. He crawled off of me and went into the bathroom with a loud burp.

"Yuck," I called as I sank back down into the warm bed.

"Oh! Bay-BEE!" He called loudly as he turned on the shower.

"Yeah?" I yawned groggily and sat up again.

"Count money for me. We buy you something pretty for it tomorrow. Ok, my love?" Navid called happily.

"Sure, sure," I yawned again and sat up in the dim light of the side table lamp. I collected the hundreds until I had 14 of them and then there was an assorted wad of twenties and ones. I laid them out in neat piles and counted them up.

"MMM?" He popped his head out of the bathroom a few minutes later with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. He gave me a questioning nod as his fluffed cock dangled between his thick, furry thighs. Even in his drunken stupor he was truly a work of masculine art.

"One thousand, four hundred, forty-two," I said and held the bills up in a splay. I'd never seen such big bills in my life. I felt like a king when he put two twenties into my wallet.

"I start with four hundred so I make good wins!" Navid said triumphantly as he swished the toothbrush around his mouth.

"Wow, you did awesome!" I congratulated.

"Is for you! Tomorrow we do what you wish. Money mean nothing!" Navid said with a wink. He retreated back into the bathroom and rinsed his mouth. He came out a few seconds later, still naked and swinging that fat cock I dreamed about. He turned and checked that the door was locked. His furry, muscled ass wiggled as he turned the locks and closed the closet.

"All locked. My Noah is secure." He turned to me with an adoring look that said I was safe for the night and then dove into the bed beside me.

"Really? Anything? Can we do the waterpark? They have huge slides and five pools all connected!! You never have to get out of the water except to go up for a slide!" I was wide awake now and rambling on about the waterpark. He nodded happily and set the bills under his pillow. He laid back and pulled me against his chest, then covered me with the blanket as I prattled on.

"Yes yes, Why you think I pick this resort? I know what my Noah loves. You ask for waterpark and you get it. Nice waterpark for baby princess," Navid said with a yawn and kissed my hair. I settled into his heartbeat, his strong arms holding me tightly. He really did care about me and what I wanted to do. He loved me.

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It was tough getting going the next morning. I gave him a bottle of water when he woke up. His eyes were shot with red and he looked like regret.

"I don't ever drink like this. My father, we have so much. I know my mother yell for him when he gets back to room last night. She does not like the temptation of this country to drink so much," Navid said as he fished for the phone on the side table.

"I call room service," he said and quickly kissed my forehead. He hit a random button and asked for the kitchen. He ordered us breakfast with coffee for him and orange juice for me. He ordered two dishes that he wanted knowing that I wouldn't finish either and he could pick from both.

He was feeling better after eating. So much so that he started to kiss me and feed me the fruit bowl that came with "my" omelette. He pushed the breakfast aside and went to kiss me. We were full and he started to play around with my hole. His hand wandered down the back of my pajamas and he rubbed two fingers over my hole.

"I need be inside my boy," Navid said as he kissed down my chest to suck on my nipples hardened by the cold room.

"It needs your attention, sir, so bad," I heard myself whine at his touch.

"Oh look, Noah! They give us little butter in package. Maybe will be slippy enough for lube to Noah pussy?" he joked. He unwrapped a little pat of it and smooshed it between his fingers. I wrinkled my nose but didn't take him seriously. I thought he wouldn't actually try that. We hadn't played around with food much before and he knew I don't like to be messy.

Navid's grin turned mischievous as he squashed the small piece of butter between his fingers. He'd already pushed down my pajama pants so my ass was exposed. He sprang towards me. He went to shove it inside me, but I crawled away screaming with laughter.

"Noooooo!" I squealed and crawled towards the edge of the bed. It left my hole exposed to him. He reached with his clean hand and pulled me back by the leg. I was laughing so hard, but trying to claw my way away from him.

"Don't take my prize away, Noah. I love this hole. I search world to find most perfect one. I work so hard to please it," Naveed laughed.

"Yuck! No!" I laughed as I tried helplessly to escape him. His clean hand held my leg firmly and I turned just in time to see the glob of butter head towards my hole. I felt a squishy warmth as he smeared it between my cheeks and rubbed two fingers over it.

"You are so mean!" I protested with fake outrage as he rubbed a little bit inside me. It actually felt good and my hole twitched expectantly as he pushed into it.

"Ah you know you love me," Navid declared as he reached for one of the thick paper napkins. He wiped my cheeks and then used another on his buttered fingers before bringing me back to his chest and kissing me deeply.

"I have to shower now. My butt feels weird," I pouted as I pulled away from his soft, warm lips.

"You always are my clean boy. What harms a little butter can do to my baby?" Navid gave me a look of fake sadness and rubbed my ass.

"I was clean before you put gross in there," I whined.

"You don't eat enough so I must get food in you somehow!" Navid joked with a look of feigned sincerity.

I bit his nipple.

"Ow! Strong bite! Ok, ok I lick it clean," he said with a little guilt. We ended up playing around until his dad called him and asked why we weren't at their room yet. We scrambled into the shower and his soapy fingers made sure I was back to pristine condition.

By the time we met up with his parents, Navid was looking almost normal. He kept on his dark sunglasses, and wore a small pair of blue swim trunks that hugged his muscled ass. His dark, hairy chest was ready for some sun and water. I was dressed in a long-sleeved t-shirt and longer swim trunks. He didn't want me in the scorching desert sun.

"You will burn. Your skin is so delicate," he'd reasoned when we were dressing.

His mom was covered as usual. She didn't care for swimming, but brought a book to read.

His father pulled me in for a hug and my cheek rubbed against his hairy embrace. He looked completely recovered from their night of drinking. He wore regular swim shorts and showed his bare chest proudly. He had a little gray in his chest hair, but his body showed that he took fitness as seriously as his son did.

Navid carried our towels and sunblock down to the water park. We had to show our room keys to get in, and Navid paused to talk to the guy at the entrance while I looked out and decided which slide to do first. I was ready to get out there and enjoy the rare opportunity.

"Oh yes sir, we have everything ready," he said in response. He called another guy over who led us to one of the fancy cabanas that made a half circle along the side of the larger pool. I'd never been in one. It was like a big square tent box that had flaps open on one side. It had a little area in front that had two lounge chairs and was roped off from the general area. Inside there were two, large L-shaped couches made of black wicker and big cushions.

I felt like we were in a movie. There are two very different Californias and I didn't grow up in this one. Navid set out towels down and the sunblock on a side table before stretching out on one of the couches. His mother set up shop in the corner. There was just enough sunlight peering in for her to read, and she nodded happily at the luxury corner where she'd spend her morning.

She said something to Navid and he beamed with pride. His father translated that she was very impressed and so was he. Their son was making them proud and showing them what a success he was becoming in his new country. I'd do my best to help them see it too. I wanted him here, with me.

Navid and his father rubbed sunblock into their dark, muscled chests. A waitress came in and set down a tray of vegetables and assorted finger foods along with a plate of small desserts. The three of them ordered some icy cocktails but I was ok with the bottled water on the center table. I was itching to get out and try the slides. They had some that went straight down, but I wanted the one that looped around and landed in the wave pool.

"We go soon to water, Noah. Let's enjoy cabana for few minutes, ok?" Navid asked when I begged to get out there. I realized it was kind of rude of me to want to rush off and not spend time with his parents. The drinks came and they sipped as the conversation was translated between English and Persian. His mother was trying to tell me about funny things Navid did as a child. It was fun to hear.

They ordered another round of the drinks. It was only 11 AM. I didn't realize his mother drank, they got funnier, happier.

"Ok we go to the slides now," Navid said when he finished his second one. He made sure his mom was ok and then we stood to head out.

"Noah, you don't want to leave that shirt in here? It's very warm outside." his father advised.

"He needs it for sun. Is too hard on skin for him," Navid said and then added something in Persian.

"We have sunblock. Use plenty, it's the waterproof kind," his father urged.

"He does no feel comfort being exposed," Navid countered in English so I'd support him... but I didn't. I just stood there and let it play out.

"He has nothing to be ashamed of! He's a handsome blonde boy. Let the girls look," his father laughed. He waved me over towards him. I went and slid off my shirt. My pale, hairless chest was exposed and Navid had a look in his eyes as if he were the only one ever supposed to see it.

His father patted the couch for me to sit down and he squirted sunblock on my chest. I rubbed it in while he rubbed in some over my back and neck. I looked at Navid to see his discomfort. He wasn't uncomfortable with his father's touch on my skin, that was innocent and something fathers did. He was thinking about me being out of the cabana and having eyes on me. It was a slow day and there wasn't much going on at the resort, but I'd never questioned his wardrobe requests for me.

"There, all good." his father patted my head and I got up to follow Navid. He grabbed a towel and took it with us.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked as we made our way to the slide I had pointed towards.

"Mad at you? What? Why you think this? How I could ever be mad with my sweet Noah?" Navid said and paused by the side of a pool. He took my wrist in his hand and held me there to look at me.

"I took off my shirt... I didn't argue," I said.

"Why you think I want you argue with my father? You are not boy who argues with elders. You respect them like good boy shall do," Navid said and I noted in his eyes a look of frustration. He was upset that i was upset.

"Oh, so you're ok with this," I said.

"No! I never want you uncovered, but that is my thing, Noah. Not yours. If you are uncomfortable. I go get your shirt. If you are ok then I will try to be ok. I know this country work different from Iran. In my country the weaker one's body is only for stronger to enjoy and see, but here is different. I just... my father always try to put in the advising. He want that whatever I think is good I change my mind. Even if he agree with me, he want me change my mind for something else. Is hard to explain. Is how he can be and why I live here," Navid lost his English as emotion took over.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to cause problems. I want them to like me but I also want you to be happy with me. I feel like I'm going to do something to cause a problem. I want to make you proud," I said.

"No, my love. My perfect boy never cause problem! You are so innocent and sweet. This is between him and me. You don't have struggle like this with your father. He almost never try to control your thoughts. This is not for you concern or ruin your day. I plan waterpark because I know you love so much. Is ok. I will be happy with you! I want only you are happy. You make me so happy," Navid looked like he desperately wanted to kiss me, but he held back. We were in public, yards away from his parents.

"I think everyone struggles with their parents. I just really want them to be happy for you and see how well you're doing here. I want them to be proud of you," I noted.

"They are so proud. They see how well I do and how you support me... but is different here. Is why I want for America. You can be you. You can dream and do without ask government or father permission. To see him try to control you... My Noah... It hurt... You are my boy," Navid got upset all over again.

"Sometimes you do that to me too though," I said with sudden and unknown bravery.

"I do?" he looked stunned.

"You decide things for me. I don't mind most times. I really kind of like it. I like how strong you are. You are like this big warrior and I kind of like being your princess," I laughed.

"And other time?" he asked.

"Other times I feel like your pet, your dog. It doesn't feel good when I want my voice heard," I noted.

"Oh Noah. I don't want to be this way. Maybe is true we end up to be repeat of our parents. Right? But no, we can make different. Is why I always tell you speak up for yourself. I need know what you thinking. I will make try to ask," Navid assured.

We went to the first slide and the guy asked if we wanted single or tandem. It had these little circle rafts you sit in and go down the loop-loop to the wave pool. We got a two-person one and Navid sat on the back with me between his legs. The guy pushed us off and Navid held me while we went through a crazy series of tubes spiraling downward. He kissed the back of my neck when we were covered and his hands rubbed over my tummy and pinched my nipples. I was rock hard by the time we hit the cold pool below.

"That was fun!!" He said excitedly. We landed in a shallow area of the pool that was lined with thick foam for people coming out of the chute too fast. We splashed around for a few minutes and then swam to the other side of the big pool to head for another slide.

We spent a solid hour going down every slide as many times as we could. We decided our favorite was this one where we laid on our stomachs side by side on either side of a raft and a jet of water sprayed us up a steep ramp and then we shot down a winding, half open tube that made my stomach flop. I didn't like that feeling, but each time we went down it Navid got this happy look on his face and we were close enough to kiss as we went down.

"We need head back to put more sunscreen for your cheeks and shoulders, you get pink a little," Navid advised when we paused by the side of a pool for a minute.

I touched my shoulder and it felt warm. I nodded and we started to swim back to the cabana. His father was swimming laps in the pool near the cabana.

"You need more sunblock, Noah. You're pinking a bit," His father said to me. I laughed because Navid had just told me that and even though they had different accents and levels of English, the look of concern and admonition were identical. He said something else in Persian to Navid.

"Of course! I tell him that already," Navid said with sudden anger that made my smile fade quickly.

"Did I tell you this already, Noah? Are we not come here to put on for you?" Navid asked in a calmer tone.

"Yes... sir," I said. His father just shrugged as if this wasn't worth arguing over. He swam away.

"You see? He question my care of my own Noah!" Navid was agitated as we stepped out of the pool. I didn't respond. I just nodded as he nudged me to go in front of him and towards the cabana.

His mother had abandoned her book by the time we stepped inside. She had discovered the television mounted to one post of the cabana and was sprawled across one couch. She was watching a cooking show which didn't need translating. Navid sat on the other couch and talked to her about what they were making. The couch was wicker with outdoor cushions so our wet swimsuits wouldn't hurt them. I sat on the other side of him and we picked at the trays of food while he explained the show to his mom.

"I don't know why, I feel really tired," I said to Navid. I stretched out next to him on the couch. He translated that to his mom as she looked at me with concern. She said something to him and he told me she thought I'd had too much sun.

"There is blanket here! You sleep. No more sun today" he said suddenly and jumped up. He brought over a basket that held a blanket made out of towel material and draped it over me. At the bottom of the basket he found several sleep masks wrapped in cellophane and printed with the resort logo over each eye. He unwrapped one for me and slid it over my head. It made my world go dark. He sat back down and I felt his hand rub my back. He talked with his mother in Persian as I drifted off.

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I woke up with my nose pressed against something hard and furry. I reached forward and felt his thigh. I rubbed it slowly and then felt a strong hand lift my head and set it down on his lap. I draped an arm across his legs as he pet me again, rubbing my shoulder and upper back.

I slid my hand up his thigh and felt the hem of his swimsuit material. He was still a little wet so I hadn't been asleep for too long. The room was quiet except for the tv. I couldn't see it with the sleeping mask on, but I could hear a British voice announcing the news. I slid my hand up his thigh a little more, just under the hem of his swimsuit. He kept rubbing his hand over my back.

I guess I went too far with my hand. I was rubbing it slowly up his thigh. My finger barely grazed his shaft or balls when he suddenly took my hand and pulled it out of his shorts. He gently placed it back near his knee and gave it two soft pats. He'd never rejected my touch, but I guess with his parents nearby it was time for caution.

I reached for my sleeping mask and pushed it up into my hair so I could see what had caused his sudden modesty. To my horror though, the lap that held my head belonged to his father. He wasn't looking at me. His eyes were focused on some news story and he kept right on petting me as though I hadn't just tried to grab for his cock.

I looked over to see Navid and his mom looking at something on his phone. I sat up slowly and backed away from his father. I must have looked terrified because he gave me a reassuring smile.

"I hope I didn't wake you. Your hand was wandering," he said quietly so as not to embarrass me in front of the others in our cabana. He gave a laugh as if it wasn't a big deal or anything to be concerned with.

"I'm sorry," I said uncomfortably and sat up.

"You already don't feel well from too much sun. Don't be concerned with it," he said and brought his volume lower.

"He is sick?" Navid said from the other couch and quickly came over.

"No, I'm fine... I just..." I said and felt a knot build in my stomach.

"What? You need bathroom?" Navid prodded.

"He's fine, just tired. We should head inside anyways. It's getting late and we should get some rest in before dinner time," his dad said.

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"You are sick, my love?" Navid asked when we parted ways with his parents and made it to our hotel room.

"No... I... I think I touched your dad's dick," I said with a rush of breath.

"Oh... why?" Navid asked as he guided me through the doorway with a hand on my shoulder.

"It was an accident. I woke up with my head in his lap and I thought it was you. I just grazed it and then he pushed my hand away," I tried to explain. My cheeks were burning, my heart racing. I thought he would be so angry. I felt humiliated, but I could never keep anything from him.

"So what did you think? Better than mine?" Navid made a joke of it.

"That's not funny! I can't ever look him in the eye again," I protested and smacked his chest.

"Nothing for upset about, baby. Was accident... right? You aren't try for sex with my father? I hope for I am enough for you satisfaction," Navid continued laughing uncontrollably.

"Stop! I feel awful. I'm so sorry. I... I can't ever look at him again," I felt like crying and my chest was heaving with awkward shame. Navid finally caught on and I saw his smile droop into a look of pity.

"Is no big deal. You white boys so afraid of touch another man. For us is difference. He know you have no intention to grab him. He understand is accident. And even if wasn't. You are young, so young boy. Of course you are curious," Navid opened the door to our room and pushed me inside with a gentle, guiding hand on my shoulder.

"I wasn't curious!" I protested again.

"Ok ok. Listen, my baby," Navid said as he shut the door to our room. "Only cock you ever worry for satisfy is this one." He grabbed my hand and slid it down his shorts. I gripped his fat cock, the one I dream about. I pumped it and felt it thicken up at my touch.

"Is cock enough for you?" Navid asked knowing full well I never thought of another.

"Yes sir," I admitted.

"Then you don't worry. I know my father and when he feel uncomfortable or dislike someone. He see nothing but love for you as I do. He see your innocent heart. He know you are sensitive boy. Is why he worry for you as I do. Please don't carry this burden. Is not necessary," Navid assured and kissed down my cheek. He put his hands on my shoulder and then slid them around my back to hug me against his chest.

"Can I suck your cock, sir?" I asked as I pressed against him. He pushed me off of him slightly and took my face into his hands. His eyes studied me with a heavy seriousness that always made me feel so weak.

"Please, sir," I begged. "I need it."

"You do, don't you?" Navid said as a slow grin of understanding spread across his lips.

I lowered my head to look down at his chest, but his hand lifted it again. He wasn't done studying me.

"You know I do," I whispered and pursed my lips to ask for a kiss.

"I have surprise for you," he smiled. "Is something I will like to see you in. You know you are so beautiful with nothing on... but I sometimes fantasy in my head to see you in something like this. Is in my small bag in bathroom. Go and try on for me, please?"

"Really? I'd love to! Of course!" I bounced excitedly and turned to go into the bathroom. He grabbed my arm to stop me though. He pulled me in for another kiss as our bare chests touched. I had a tent in my shorts just thinking of fulfilling whatever fantasy he had for me. I so wanted to be his dream.

I wanted to make him as happy as he made me. I'd wear a bunny costume if it turned him on. It would be weird, but I'd do it and chomp on carrots while I bounced on his cock.

I went into the bathroom and found his kit. I'd packed it with our toothbrushes, deodorant, his hair gel and all the essentials from our sink counter back home. Underneath the kit was a small zipper pouch where he usually put his razor so I didn't cut myself when digging around, but that was out on the counter already.

I found a little pink bundle of fabric and pulled at a waistband. I thought maybe it was pink briefs. He'd joked before about having me wear pink things. It was a jockstrap... well sort of. No athlete would wear this. The band was pink elastic with a narrow strip of pink satin along the center. The front was pink with pink elastic straps, but the center pouch was this completely see through white material that would have my cock on full display.

On top of that, I noticed the size was XS, extra small. He really did think of me as extra small. I got out of my swimsuit and rinsed off the glaze of sunblock and chlorine from the waterpark. When I got out I could see my shoulders were pink and my cheeks as well, but otherwise the sunblock had worked. I dried off and tried to figure out how to step into the jockstrap. This wasn't a very intuitive product. I imagined some coach showed guys this when they made the Jr. High baseball team, but in general PE classes they expect you to figure things out on your own.

I thought about asking him for help, but... He'd chosen a fantasy product that would feminize me, I wasn't going to add to it by asking how to put it on. No distress, no damsel.

"Baby?" Navid called from the other side of the door as he knocked lightly. "You don't like it? I insult you?"

"No, no," I called back. "Just give me a minute."

"If you don't like, is ok to say no. We can just make the sex. Is all I care about that you are happy and satisfy. Just come out... please?" Navid was misinterpreting my lack of ability with elastic underwear for a state of insult.

"No! I want to wear it. It's hot. I'm just um," I fidgeted with it and it slid into place. "Got it!"

"Oh! Oh good. Come out when ready please. I can no wait!" He sounded so excited.

I heard him step away from the door and I gave myself one last check in the mirror. I reached in and pushed my cock and balls into the see through white pouch and it held them firmly, pulling them up a little for display. It was odd that he chose that since he rarely addressed them. My cock was soft and only about three inches. It still looks good when it's soft. I'd never thought it looked small until I got next to him. Everything I had looked smaller next to him.

I pushed back the short wave of blonde hair atop my head, took a deep breath, and opened the door. The room was off to the right and I could see the glow of the side table lamps. He was messing around with his phone and flipping through music choices. He'd brought a little speaker that sounded pretty good. I walked out and saw him looking down at his phone. He was naked, his cock already hard and arced up to his abs.

"Is this ok?" I asked and surprised him. He did a double take and dropped his phone against the bed as soft Persian dance music filled the room. I watched his chest heave in a steady rhythm as his eyes took me in with a serious look of pensive study. I crossed my arms behind my back and shifted nervously as he appraised me.

"Fuck..." He said and shook his head slowly. "How you do not know you are most beautiful boy of my dreams?"

"You like it..." I said and stepped forward with a sigh of relief.

"I... wow, Noah. Come to me, my baby boy," Navid reached to stroke his cock as his other hand patted his thigh. I went and knelt on the bed at his feet. I leaned down and crawled up his legs on my hands and knees.

"Fuck, Noah. I can cum right now just to see you. You are my world," Navid said as my lips edged closer to his. He reached out and put his hands on my bottom. He pulled me into his chest and sat me on his lap, his thick cock sliding between my bare cheeks. He wrapped me in his muscled arms and leaned down to tongue my waiting lips. I sucked him in and melted into his chest as my cock tented the jock pouch.

"I'm so hard," I whined. "I need you inside me." His lips wrestled mine into quivering submission as only an alpha could.

"I love this. I can always access my favorite pussy when you wear this. I buy five in every color!" Navid joked as he pulled his lips from mine.

"Where did you get this?" I laughed.

"This week! I take my mother for the special Persian salon. So I have hour to kill and I think maybe I visit one of those dirty shops. You know the shops that sell things a boy like you desire? Only you are too innocent to go there. I find one and a very helpful clerk assist me to find this for you. I tell him you are very tiny with perfect bubble bottom. He ask lot of questions. I think he want to make sure I am happy customer," Navid explained.

I imagined the clerk, some trashy older gay lusting after him. He probably offered to model it for Navid and bounce on his lap so he could check the quality. My heart pounded with jealousy. Sometimes Navid could be the naive one. Maybe he knew what his alpha power held over others, but he acted as if he didn't. He acted as if people were just really nice to him.

I suddenly felt my desire to bounce on his cock, reclaim his heart dial up to full capacity.

"Anyway! He did not have too many in extra small size but I am glad I got that. This one just barely is snug for you. You really must eat more food, Noah. So beautiful, a few pounds will only increase your perfection. But I like this pink! I buy from him and he gives me the card where I can order more in your size. I also get a few others I think we will try later. I have to rush then because my mother almost finishes and then I hide the things in trunk by the spare wheel," Navid finished his harrowing tale.

"It's nice. I like feeling sexy for you," I said and bounced against his humming cock. It pulsed between my cheeks and he put a hand to my chest to stop me.

"Please, I will cum if you do this. My lap dance boy. Of course you are sexy for me. You can wear trash bags and still I want fuck you. You will always be my sexiest princess of all," He rubbed my back and kissed me again.

His arms slid down to my ass again and I wrapped mine around his neck as he raised up off the bed with me. My legs wrapped around his waist and he lowered me onto my back and hovered over me kissing me and poking his cock against my hole.

He let his lips slide from mine and then kissed down my jaw and down the side of my neck. He nibbled along my right shoulder and then down to suck and bite on my nipples as I squirmed in his arms. He kissed won my stomach and paused to give special attention to my belly button as I moaned and whined. My cock was thumping, even though his touch was nowhere near it.

"Your skin, Noah. It make any man into cannibal! So soft and delicious with youth. I want lick and taste every nibble," Navid joked.

"Yuh," I gasped as he kissed around my sensitive tummy. He loved it when a simple rub of my stomach made my cock leap to action and my whole body feel weak and needy.

He laid his cheek against my belly and looked up into my eyes. He smiled up at me.

"I listen for the baby," he joked. "As much as I plant my seed in you, I expect little Navids to grow." We laughed together. He was in such a playful mood, breaking from his usual laser focused determination to breed me.

"I wish I could. I'd have as many as we could afford," I laughed.

"I get eight jobs if it take that to support you and my children. Your beauty must be passed on," Navid said as he kissed my tummy softly.

"I know... It makes me sad that I can't have them for you." I took him seriously and ruined the joke.

"Is ok. Your body too beautiful to be ruined by child," he said and kissed on undeterred. He got to the waistband of the jockstrap and bit it with his teeth. He pulled at the elastic and growled like he was trying to fight it. His hands reached under my thighs and pushed my legs up to expose his real goal. He wanted my hole. I needed to give it.

"Yeah, fuck me please," I whined. I pushed out my ass to spread it wider so he could get to it. He kissed a wide path around my cock, but he did give it a few rubs as I held my legs up and spread for him.

"This look so good on you. So hot and it keep your cock out of the way," Navid said.

"Pesky cock... When will it learn," I scolded it jokingly.

"Is not so bad. It look just right with your size. It suit you," Navid said thoughtfully. And the he did something that surprised me. He reached for it as his tongue zeroed in on my hole. He gripped my cock as it tented the pouch and strained it. The material was remarkably stretchy though as my hard pole pushed its limits.

"Uhhh," I gasped as he gripped it and stroked it slowly. His grip felt foreign to it. His hands were bigger, stronger, rougher and my sensitive cock reacted with a series of quick, uncontrolled jerks. A dollop of precum spilled out of the tip and seeped through the material onto his fingers. He let go of my cock and reached his fingers to my lips.

"You spilled some, suck it back in," he said gently as if feeding a pet. He pushed the fingers into my mouth and I sucked them clean. I swallowed my offering, it smelled and tasted lighter and sweeter than his thick, musky protein.

"Good boy," Navid praised and slid his tongue into my hole. My body made several tight spasms as his tongue opened my runway. My hole twitched with anticipation around his fat tongue as it pushed up inside me.

"Fuck," I cried as he started to lick in forceful circles around my ring to open me for his cock. "Fuck don't stop. Oh fuck, thank you," I blubbered.

He rubbed my stomach as my cock pulsed and then went to grip it again. He began to rub two fingers around my hole and push in as his other hand pumped my cock. He must have lubed them up covertly since I could feel the normal tingling warmth of the brand we used. He was always good at stealth things like that. He was always prepared to get inside me wherever we were. I called him the sex ninja.

My body didn't know what to make of it. It was the best of both worlds as my hole was filled and my cock fucked his fist.

"Is a nice little cock, Noah. I don't know why you are shame for it," Navid observed in a casual tone as though we were just doing some normal activity like riding a bus to work.

"I wasn't... wait... Uh! I'm gonna... Oh Fuck!" I started to shoot cum in hot white ropes up my chest as my body flopped around on the bed. He took the opportunity to drive the two fingers up my pulsing hole as the chute clamped down on them.

"Yes! I love you do this it make your pussy grab on me." Navid praised. "Cum for daddy," he growled. He'd seen that in a movie we'd watched together where the guy of the couple kept referring to himself in third person "daddy" when they were in bed. He liked to pick up things that way.

"Uhh fuck me! Fuck! Love! You!" I gasped each time a hot glob shot out of my pole and hit my stomach, chest, and face. I had my legs up and pinned behind my elbows in a crab position as my stomach tensed in tight jerks each time a wave of orgasm hit me. My ass was on full display for him and he shoved the fingers in as far as he could.

I looked down at him as my body convulsed. Our eyes locked as he studied me. It was the first time I had cum while he truly focused on me since the very first time I'd cum with him. He was fingering me, jerking my cock, watching me with full interest.

"I love you," I breathed as I calmed down from my pleasure.

"I love you too, Noah. You know this always," Navid said with a hint of confusion.

"No, I mean it. You are so good to me. We're here to celebrate your graduation and your parents' visit... and you choose a place that I will like and do things to please me," I said as emotion filled my heart. "You really love me."

"Of course I do! Who else make me so happy?" Navid asked with shock like this shouldn't be news to me.

"I know but... Nevermind... I just... You make me so happy," I sniffled.

"Noah don't be sad. I will do anything to make you smile... I always want for your happiness. I pray to Allah everyday that you are safe and secure with me." Navid held his fingers still inside my hole and used his other hand to rub my tummy.

"You are my world," he added.

"You're mine too. Ok? You know that, right?" I asked.

"Noah," Navid breathed out a shushing noise as his wide, dark eyes focused in on me with concern. He pushed his lips into a thin line of worry. "Of course I know this. I always know this. Something happens to you, my love?"

I didn't know how to explain. It was like I wanted to communicate the power he had over me, the feeling I got when I was in his realm, but words failed me. I laid there, covered in my own cum and recovering my breath as my head swirled with emotions that didn't connect to words.

"I'm good. I just sometimes forget how much you really love me, how much you know me and care about what I want. You planned this awesome trip because you knew I would like it. You know what I like," I sniffled back my ebbing tears.

"Of course I do! Damn it, Noah! I think about you for the whole day and always want for your happy. I do everything so you have nice life, nice home, nice fucking, good safety, happy heart, happy pussy! I do all for you! I want you for life. You must understand," Navid exclaimed with wild-eyed frustration.

"I do... I get it now," I said and looked at him with pleading.

Navid sighed and slipped his fingers from my hole.

"Fuck me, please?" I whimpered. "I get it now. I promise."

He shook his head in exasperation, but his smile returned.

"My boy. My precious heart so delicate and fragile. I must do more to remind you of your safety with me. You will be mine forever so please learn soon this I love you." He chuckled as his frustration melted.

"You can start by fucking me," I said and forced a smile.

"What we will do with all this baby seed?" Navid laughed.

"I can go get a towel," I offered.

"No, no. It must be return to you. I put it back inside," he joked. He scooped up a thick dollop of it and then brought it to my hole. He pushed it inside me and squished it around in my hole. I moaned and squirmed as it hit the sensitive spots that made me hard all over again. He went for more until he'd stuffed me with my cum. My hole leaked out white juice whenever he slid his fingers inside. He nodded in approval at my sopping hole twitching for his touch.

"I should spank your pussy for make me so frustration, but I need so bad seed my boy. Your boy juice is leaking out. I need fill it with my own seed. It knows how to stay inside and plant deep in the hole. You want this?" Navid asked.

"Yes, please," I begged. My cock was already pulsing with urgency again as he pushed a third finger inside me and stretched me with expert care.

Navid gave two more shoves at me and then reached for the lube bottle. He shined his cock with oil and then knelt on the bed at my ass. He aimed his cock at me and shoved it in as he leaned over me and shoved his tongue through my lips to silence my cries. He had worked so hard to open me that my hole was ready to receive him. He filled me with what I needed as his hands slid behind my back and he lifted me off the bed.

I threw my arms around his neck, wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me up off the bed. He held me as I started to bounce on his cock. He got off the bed and lifted me up into the air as I clung to his neck and kept my legs tight around his waist.

"Fuck you feel so good," he hissed as his lips parted from mine and he dropped me onto his cock. I slid down as his fat snake burrowed deep inside it's favorite home. My body electrified as he pushed inside me and lit up my special spots. My body shook and quivered under his expert fucking as he dropped me just far enough to feel pleasure but stopped before I could get into pain.

"Fuck me, daddy," I whined as he lifted my ass off his cock to the tip.

"Fuck, baby. I love that tight pussy," Navid growled as he dropped me again and I slid down his pole to fight the fires below.

"Uhhhh," I breathed as he worked up a rhythm of dropping and pulling me. I felt so connected to him as his cock clawed its way deep inside me. I needed his seed, his approval, his attention. I melted in his arms as he stood firmly on two feet and expertly fucked his boy.

"Oh baby, I love how you feel on my cock," Navid praised as he chewed and sucked on my neck while shoving his cock in me. He pushed in deeper each time, millimeter by millimeter he marked his boy to the depths. I felt a shot of pain as he pushed in too deep, but then happy success as I felt his hairy balls slap against my ass cheeks. I'd bottomed out on him, he was finally all the way in. He'd reached the target and he held me still as I adjusted to stretching in the deepest part of me.

"Fuck, that is it," he cried as he held me on his cock and kissed my neck. My own cock was pulsing as it rubbed through the cum-soaked material against his muscled stomach. I was ready to pop again. I wanted to cum between us, to prove he knew how to work me like a puppet. I was his to own and I needed to show the pleasure he brought me.

He mumbled something in Persian as he started to fuck me again. He was lost in lust, his English falling to the side. He said something that sounded like a song, a prayer. It was something deep and soulful as he nibbled on my shoulder. He pulled me up halfway and then slowly eased me down with a loud groan.

"Uhhh, I wish I spoke your language. What is that?" I asked through moans and mumbled gasps.

"A song, sweetness. My deepest love buries inside you," he gasped and went on with his Persian rattle. He worked up a faster rhythm of fucking the deeper parts of me. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. I gave up the fight to keep them open, it felt too good. It rocked me too deep. I relaxed into his chest as my hard cock slid against his stomach while his Persian scepter plowed me.

"Fuck... feels... so... good," I said between drops. My eyes fluttered as his cock twisted my stomach with butterflies and my chest made sharp jerks against his.

"I cum soon. I cannot resist," Navid whimpered as my hole clenched on his shaft.

"Fill me, baby. Own my hole," I begged as sweat dripped down between us from his taught muscles and hard workout on my hole.

"I fill you. I give you good," he said and let me drop all the way down on his cock. I felt like it was the only thing holding me up as my teeth sank into his shoulder and I shuddered against him.

"I'm going to blow again too," I said as my cock shivered and tightened against his stomach.

"Yes baby, cum for daddy," Navid urged.

"Oh fuck," we cried together as our bodies gave out in sync. Navid stumbled forward and fell against the bed, dropping me on my back against the soft comforter. He collapsed on top of me and shoved his cock in all the way as it started to empty inside me.

"Uhhhh, my baceh, kooshuloo," Navid yelled something in Persian as his cock fired off inside me. I didn't speak it, but that's what it sounded like.

"Um uh me too!" I called as my cock started to erupt again. I was momentarily thrown off by his Persian. This was an afternoon of firsts. He usually never used it towards me.

"Bayyyy-beeeee," he groaned as his muscled frame shuddered around me. I felt his cock shooting up inside me as he hugged me against him.

"Uhhh," he moaned as he shoved in to bury his last shot.

We collapsed in a sticky pile and he rolled over onto his back to bring me to light on his chest.

"I love you," he said and kissed my forehead as I settled in between his pecs. We napped the afternoon away like that until his parents called to rouse us. He spoke to them in Persian on speakerphone as he rubbed my back.

"Baby," he said when he finished the call. "Is time to go eat soon. You feel better?"

"I do," I said and yawned. Our chests were stuck together and it hurt, emotionally and physically, to peel away from him.

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It was awkward seeing his dad for dinner. We went down to the restaurant and squeezed into a booth. Navid put me on the inside, across from his mom.

"Are you feeling better, Noah?" his father asked me when we opened our menus. I looked up momentarily to see his interested smile.

"Um... yes sir," I said and quickly lowered my eyes. I pretended that the menu was riveting as I avoided his eyes. Navid made happy conversation with him. At least they sounded happy and were smiling as they went back and forth in Persian. Navid knew I would be awkward around his father and was trying to wrestle the spotlight away. I was grateful for the chance to zone out.

We headed for bed early that night since we had to drive back to LA in the morning for Navid's afternoon graduation.

The drive home went without incident. His father was amazed by all the technology Navid had in the car. He streamed radio stations from Iran through the car's entertainment system and they sang along to some old, popular songs while I watched the mountains fly by us from the backseat.

Navid's graduation was outside on the large lawn in front of the library. There were a thousand white chairs set up in neat rows for the families. We parted with Navid as he went off to the staging area for students. He had an expensive new suit of Navy Blue silk with black accents. His black hair was slicked up and back in a perfect wave that showed how much time he'd spent on it. He looked so handsome and successful. I felt undeserving in my simple button up with black pants.

I sat between his parents. His father placed me there and put his arm across the back of my chair as he squeezed my shoulder. Aram as there next to his mother. She had known him since he was a baby and he would fill in for Navid as the doting son while her own was receiving his diploma. Karim had come too. He sat on the other side of his father. They had chatted happily and I knew Navid's father respected Karim for the wealth and position he had along with the opportunities he had offered his son. But there was an unspoken tension there. I had no frame of reference to place it.

I pointed out the campus buildings behind the graduation ceremony as we waited. His father was pushing me for conversation, he recognized my discomfort with him from my wandering hand.

"And what is that building?" he'd ask.

"Serrano Hall," I'd say shortly.

"What happens in there? Have you had a class there?" He kept nudging me for conversation.

"Um I think it's engineering." I said, but looked as though he wanted more information, "I go in there sometimes to fill my water bottle. They have a special filtered fountain for bottles so we don't waste plastic buying throw-aways." I fidgeted uncomfortably.

He smiled at that and pointed towards another. I told him about every building in sight; which had the best restrooms and where to buy good french fries.

"You know, Noah," he said when the conversation finally lulled. "Navid has told us about your childhood. I worry that in the absence of a mother, your father let you fill in for her. It is shameful that you weren't allowed to be a child. He should have found a mother for you. I see how you look after my son. I see how you cook for him, clean up after him, wait on him. I'm sorry for that. You should have a chance to grow into a man, to head your own house."

I had no idea how to respond to that. What was he trying to tell me? That he knew about my relationship with his son? That he was going to push Navid to kick me out soon?

I couldn't argue with him. I couldn't be disrespectful or tell him that my father is the greatest parent who ever raised a child or that he loved me and accepted me as I am. Could he say the same for Navid? Would he love and accept him as a gay masculine man who was in a committed relationship?

My father hadn't skipped a beat in being happy for me or wanting me to be open with him. I wanted to say all of that and I felt my heart pounding, but I knew Navid would be upset if I argued with his father. Elders were to be respected in his culture, no matter what.

"I don't know what I'd do without Navid," I said and refolded the graduation handout as I looked down at his knees.

"Not yet, you don't. I know you need him. I can see how much of a father he is to you. He will always be there for you. He loves you like his own child." He gave me that look of reassurance again and kept a firm hand on my shoulder with a strong arm around me. He hugged me into his side to show me he was a father too.

"He takes good care of me," I said in a hushed tone. I looked over to see Karim studying us. I wondered what he made of this. He looked uncomfortable, like he wanted to rescue me. I was sure Mike would tell me what he thought when I saw him later. Karim kept no secrets from his partner.

"I see that. He cares for you so well." He nodded and then the ceremony began. I was saved by a small older lady getting up to call for everyone's attention. It took us awhile to get through speeches and then all the names until they got to Naseri. Navid walked across the stage with the biggest smile as we all jumped up and clapped and yelled.

Navid paused to shake the hand of his college president and hold his rolled diploma. He beamed with pride. I knew that look. I knew his body language. He was showing pure joy. He'd worked so hard and it was so good to see him up there. I looked over at his mother who was sobbing happily, even his father had a tear forming at the corner of his eye. They both knew how hard he worked to get there and what it meant for their family to say their son graduated.

His parents stood well after he'd left the stage. They wanted it to last a while longer. I wanted it to be over so I could get home and celebrate in bed tonight. It also felt a little awkward to be with his parents while he was elsewhere.

"I wish we could go now! We're trapped here like hostages to politeness," his father said to me when we finally sat down. They were still going through the names, but the part we cared about was over.

"I was thinking the same thing!" I burst out in laughter that a grown man in an expensive suit with a proper british accent from halfway around the world was having the same thoughts as me.

We laughed together until Navid's mother leaned over and shushed us. We both straightened up for a few seconds but then his father laughed again and I echoed it.

"Let's go use the restroom before this thing wraps up and we have to fight the crowds. You can show me one of those nice restrooms you bragged about," he said. He whispered something to his wife and pointed towards me. She nodded approval. He stood and I followed him as we sneaked past Karim and down the aisle.

We made our way covertly to one of the open buildings and then I showed him the restroom where everything was new, chrome, and completely automatized. They had this weird new hand dryer that shot this blade of air and pushed the water off of my skin when I slowly pulled my hands back. He was impressed.

We wandered around to the cafeteria area where Navid and I used to eat lunch together every day. I didn't tell him that the table behind the tree is where his son stole kisses from me when no one was watching. I didn't show him the upstairs lounge with the study rooms where Navid had once fingered my hole while he helped me with biology. That wouldn't be proper.

We made it back to graduation just as it was wrapping up. It took us another fifteen minutes to find Navid and then a long time to get out of the parking garage. We went for a nice celebration dinner. There was a lot of steak and wine. There were gifts and a big chocolate cake.

I sat between him and his father. The awkwardness was gone. We were back to being ok with each other.

When we got home, it was late. Navid said goodnight to his parents and locked up the house while I waited for him in the kitchen. He came in with his tie loosened. He pushed me against the counter and kissed me. He slipped off his silk tie and slid it over my head.

"Come, my greatest present for graduation is about to be opened upstairs," he said with a look of deep lust. He pulled me by the tie and I followed him out and up the stairs. We walked quietly past the room where his parents were. They were talking in Persian about something.

He pulled me into the room we were using during their stay and we spent a few hours in naked embrace. Well not entirely naked. He liked the look of his tie around my neck. He liked to pull on it while he played with me.

Graduation was over and as I laid in his arms that night I was ready to have our lives back to normal. His parents had a few more days with us. It was nice getting to know them, but I wanted my man back, my quiet home, my life of being open with him.

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