Noah's Starship

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"No, no, sleepy Noah sleep!" Navid was easing me gently off his chest and onto the comforter as he slid out of my bed. I'd slept snuggled onto his chest since my bed is just big enough for one. It felt so good sleeping against a muscled body that pumped out heat and a heart that pumped a steady rhythm all night long.

It was the morning after the first night he'd spent in my bed with me. We were up late last night and my dad had stopped by my room to say he was heading to bed. Navid had started to get up and say he was heading home, but my dad told him it was ok to just spend the night here.

"Oh..." Navid froze. "If is ok with you, sir. I am very very tired. We go right to sleep, of course!" He added a yawn for good measure and my dad just laughed and gave a nod. He was greatly enjoying the fact that Navid spoke to him so respectfully.

Last night I'd gone to the LGBT student group on campus to vote for Erik and see my friends. Navid walked me all the way to the student center courtyard. He held back outside the rec center and watched me walk into the meeting. He looked like he wanted a kiss, but the place was crowded, too many eyes. He went to the college gym instead and did a hard workout while I went to the meeting.

Erik won the vice president spot. It turns out that he didn't even need my vote because there wasn't anyone else running for it. But he did need me there to be his friend, to be his support. We all raised our hands when they called his name and then the secretary confirmed that he'd won. He jumped around a few times and then hugged me.

The meeting ended soon after the elections, but I wasn't ready to text Navid yet. I knew he wanted to workout, but he also wouldn't leave me standing around outside on my own. Erik and Miguel weren't in a hurry to go home early either so we went to the juice bar and caught up on each others' lives. Erik was into some new wiccan guy he'd met on an app. Miguel wasn't seeing anyone and he looked a little sad when I told them about things going well with Navid.

We finished up and I texted Navid who was already waiting outside at a small table sipping a coffee. He and Erik just nodded to each other without a word. I knew at some point I would have to do something to bring them together. Erik hugged me goodbye and I saw Navid's lips flatten in disapproval.

It felt so incredible to spend the whole night in his arms. He kept one hand on the back of my head and the other on my bottom. I'd had the same, small bed since my dad got a really good tax return when I was ten years old, but now it would never be the same to sleep in without him.

"Go back to sleep, my baby," Navid whispered as he pulled the covers up over my chest. He leaned down and kissed me with that smile that made my heart speed up as he tucked me in tightly. I nodded and closed my eyes as he padded out of the room wearing his boxers.

He came back in a few minutes later and closed my door quietly. I closed my eyes as he turned towards me, pretending to sleep. I felt his lips on my forehead and expected him to crawl back in with me, but he didn't. I cracked one eye open just a little to see him facing my window and typing something on his phone. He held the phone up and moved in a circle until he found the right spot.

He sank to his knees then and set down his phone. He was facing the wall where my small closet was. He started whispering something and raised up to his feet with his hands lifted in front of him. He whispered more and then leaned forwards to put his hands on the floor. It looked like yoga. He was singing something in a very low voice and never looked back at me as I opened my eyes completely to watch.

He alternated positions and got to his feet several times. I realized he was doing prayers. We'd never much talked about his religion. It was personal and it felt wrong for me to watch him. It felt even more wrong how beautiful his ass looked as he stretched and raised it in the air. He finished and froze there in a kneeling position.

When he started to stir again, I closed my eyes and tried to look asleep. I felt his weight on the bed as he sat next to me and then his hand stroked my hair. He started the whispered singing noise again in his language as he swept over my forehead and then pressed gently on my heart.

I felt his lips against mine and I opened my eyes slowly like I'd just woken up.

"You went to pee?" I asked with a yawn as though I'd been out since before.

"Yes, and to do my prayers," he admitted honestly as he brushed his fingers through my hair.

"You prayed for me?" I asked with interest.

"I've prayed for my princess since the day I could dream. Now you have a name so I pray with gratitude and pray for protection that Allah watch over you and keep you by my side and safe in my arms for always." Navid thoughtfully rubbed my hair.

From his position, his boxers were pushed over to his left and I saw the first few inches of his cock laying against his right thigh. I reached for it, but he took my hand and put it against his thigh instead.

"We are in your father's house, my princess. He was kind enough to let me stay. I do not want to abuse his trust." He was still being weird about doing things here.

"I'm sure he's gone to work already... but we should get ready for class anyways," I said, noting the time on the clock with my eyes. He nodded and then offered me his hand. We went off to shower together.

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That week we had our final for the class we'd shared. He had signed up for one of my classes in the fall so we could be together again and our other classes were timed pretty close together. He didn't really need to take another math, but he knew that is my worst subject and his best. It would definitely shift the power of our tutoring sessions.

I waited outside the classroom after finishing my final. It was a little difficult and I knew Navid would struggle with it. It's not that he isn't brilliant, but English isn't his first language. I knew I already had an A in the class and Navid wasn't too far off since we had done our projects together.

He came out of the classroom and blew a big puff of air with exhausted eyes. I got to my feet and he shrugged at me with a look as though demanding pity. I gave a hopeful smile.

"I need a hug and to kiss you so fiercely now," he whispered. I knew he wouldn't do it there in the hallway. He pushed me gently towards the exit so we could get to the car.

"It's going to be ok!" I said trying to cheer him up as he slid into the driver seat. He had parked in a dark corner on a high floor in the parking garage so no one else was around us.

"It is done, Noah. Nothing left to think about." Navid leaned over and slid his hand over my ear and cupped the back of my head. He pulled me in and we kissed as his other hand rubbed up my thigh. He slipped it down between my legs and rubbed two fingers between my cheeks.

I caught my breath and started to whine as he rubbed harder. My hole had gone a few days without his touch and it missed his expertise. I reached for his lap then and gripped along the outline of his growing pole.

"We go somewhere fun tonight, just two of us together, yes?" He whispered as he started to bite on my earlobe.

"Somewhere we can be together without worrying who is watching?" I asked between gasps of pleasure.

"The park up high? You want picnic me? We can pick up pizza!" He slid his tongue down my neck and started to nibble on my collarbone. He let his hand slip from my ass and reached around me to recline my seat. He pushed me all the way back and then climbed over the console to straddle me.

"Like West Hollywood. I haven't been in awhile. It's all gay people and no one will even look at us for kissing or holding hands. No one will know you... We won't have to hide anything. It will be just another couple in the crowd. We can be... us," I said.

Navid froze with an alarmed look. He looked down at me, considering my smile. He put his hands to my face and held my cheeks as he leaned down to me.

"It's not me, Noah. I've driven through there. It is not a place I want for you. They are not like us," He said with sadness. "I know you are too young to understand. It seems like a lot of fun, but we could get into trouble there. A young boy like you would be devoured by it."

"I've been before. My dad takes me there for dinner sometimes when he has work over the hill. It's not bad. It's not like we'll be naked!" I laughed and reached up to cup his cheek.

"You don't understand, my sweet one." His face darkened and he pulled away from me. He crawled back over to the driver seat and sighed.

"So tell me..." I whispered. Something was starting to gnaw at my chest. All the hiding was fun at first, but my patience was wearing out.

"Tell me why it's wrong for us to be in love or show that love in public like regular people. Tell me why you're ashamed of me or of us. What's wrong with me being with people like me? What's wrong with me loving you if you say you feel the same way?" I couldn't look over at him or I knew I would break my resolve to say this.

Navid reached for my hands. I thought he just wanted to hold them, but then he unclenched my fists.

"No, Noah. Don't hurt yourself please. I'm sorry. It's me... I didn't grow up like you. Your father accepts how you were born and wants happiness for you no matter what your culture says." He started.

"Your parents don't want you to be happy?" I asked.

"They do, of course! But in my culture there are different expectations. It is expected that I will return to my country and marry and have children. It is what my parents want for me and what my people expect of me. It is ok for men to have what we have, but in secret. There are always wives and children to cover it up. It is not something we parade in the streets or discuss." He said while keeping his eyes on my hands.

"So it's wrong to do this, to love you... it can not work in your culture. But here it is ok. You didn't come to California to live like you could in Iran. You're free here. What are you worried about?" I let my fingers interlace with his stronger, furrier, darker ones and rubbed him playfully.

"It is not so simple as that. I have freedom here but they also have eyes. To be caught in a scandal here would shame them greatly. They have many friends here. They check in on me. It is what families do to protect each other. It is how we survive as a people. You are allowed and expected to stray from your tribe. In my culture we belong to our tribe. It's why they allowed me to come to Los Angeles. There are many Persians here that know my family. We are connected. They would talk and word travels fast. I can't allow that." He whispered it like someone was listening outside the car.

He smoothed out my hands against my thighs and covered them with his left hand. His right hand went to my cheek and he turned my eyes to look at him. He looked like he was about to cry and I instantly melted.

"I didn't know that. I'm sorry..." I started, but then my resolve recovered as I started to piece some things together. My brain clicked and clacked onto some very dark realities. "But wait! Wait a minute!! You knew that when you met me... right? You knew that when you talked to me, kissed me, gave me my first sexual experience. You knew all that and still... You let me fall in love with you."

"I did... I couldn't help myself. You were so soft and adorable. You smelled so sweet and innocent. You were so nervous and helpless. You were untouched earth unlike the boys here who like other boys. You are good, so perfect. I knew that if I didn't take you, protect you... someone else would. They would use your kind heart and break it without caring. I couldn't let that happen... I didn't choose you, Noah, love did." Navid shook his head in frustration. His eyes were reddening, but he didn't cry.

I sat there and stared at him as I sifted through all that he said. It was a very sweet pile of bullshit. I was his holiday from life.

"So there is this time limit on us... a ticking bomb that neither of us can defuse. We have how long until it blows up? Do you already know that? That's just... really fucked up." I was getting angry.

"Noah, is not like that at all... We don't know what will happen in the future. No one is promised tomorrow. We must make the most of today and enjoy the love we have." Navid frowned.

"Fuck that... I'll pull the trigger first." I whispered. I pulled the handle on the car door and slid out. He didn't try to pull me back like last time. He still felt bad about the bruise and kissed my arm with sadness every time he saw it.

"Noah please don't go!" Navid was following me across the shadows of the parking garage. He caught up to me near the back stairway and sank to his knees in front of me. "Please baby. I will figure out way. I make this work. We can go to the gay land tonight. I make it special for you."

"I can't be your secret knowing that at any minute you choose it could all be over. That's... a leap with no net." I folded my arms and looked towards the empty parking level. He rose up in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"I know. Is not fair to you, my love. Give me time, Noah. I can't change thousand years of my culture in snap of finger... but I love you. You are what is good for me here. I will figure out way for us to be together. My heart is so torn but it can't survive without you. Please give me time." His voice was shakier and I looked up to see his lips quivering and I understood. I understood that he had all these expectations on him of how a man should be and behave.

"You have to meet me halfway here. Try to get along with my friends. They are important to me. They want to get to know you too. We can't just be with your friends. None of them like me anyways except Aram." I softened under his touch.

"They like you! Of course they do! No, no. You misunderstand, my sweet princess." He started to laugh and sniffed back his nose.

"And I'm not a princess!" I yelled and interrupted him with a light push to the center of his chest. His laugh spread into a wide grin and look of admiration that I spoke up.

"You are MY princess. Is not insult! Is promise! I know you are boy, but to me you receive my seed, my gifts, my love. Is my promise to defend and serve you with all that I am. You are one who rule my heart." He looked at me pleadingly.

"And my friends. They like you of course for sure! But in my culture. When two are together as one, there is stronger and weaker of partners. It is respectful to address the stronger only. We are together as one. I am the hard, protective shell and you are the beautiful and delicious inside. We are like M&M! I am candy coating. I am the first that is encountered and addressed. To look away from you means they respect that you are protected under me. I am responsible for you and the first to get hurt or pay the price. They know that if get too close to you, the wrath of your protector would be stirred. I cover my prin... baby." Navid had been working on using analogies. This one wasn't entirely awful.

"Aram is nice to me. He does talk to me. Does he not respect you?" I asked.

"Aram is like my brother. What I protect, he also cares for. We grow up in families that are very close and are friends since birth. If he had a you, I would do the same. He also may have eyes for you, but would never take what is mine." Navid rubbed my cheek.

"Ok..." I nodded. "Promise me you'll try with Erik though? He's not a bad guy, and he defended and took care of me long before you met me. I wouldn't be the same without him."

"I promise... can we go now? I take you for special things tonight and I am develop headache from too much English. Your language hurt my brain," Navid said and nudged me back towards his car.

We got on the freeway and headed down towards the city. Navid called my dad from the car and got his permission.

"You sure you want to go here? We could go to Santa Monica pier tonight and ride something and play the carnival games. I win big for you! We find dark place on the beach to lay together!" Navid said as he exited Wilshire. He kept my hand in his lap and rubbed it gently every time we slowed for traffic.

"Maybe another night. But tonight I need this... ok? And I'm paying! No argument." I proclaimed. I hadn't paid for anything with him before.

Every time I took out my wallet with him, he looked at me like I was insulting him. I hadn't made an issue out of it because I really had no job or money and my dad doesn't make much. My father had greatly enjoyed the savings since I still had the lunch money he'd given me the first week of summer school.

"You kill me, Noah. You really do," he laughed, but turned east towards the gayborhood. He parked on a narrow little side street and seemed to zip into a spot barely big enough to fit his car.

"Ok so you pay and we go to my favorite place in America," He said with a smile when we walked down to Santa Monica Blvd.

"Sure, wherever you want!" I thought about the 22 dollars in my wallet.

"They look at my boy... Is not right," Navid noted unhappily through gritted teeth as we walked slowly past the bars.

"I think they're looking at you! I'm a small gay boy, that's not exotic here. You're the big buff Persian prince." I laughed and tried to grab his hand. He jumped a little but then let me interlace my fingers with his. He squeezed my hand and looked around to notice that no one stared or seemed surprised.

"See? It's not so bad. If they are looking, it's because they're jealous that I have you," I said as we stopped at a crosswalk.

"This is big for me, Noah. I do not know this world," he whispered. He looked so helpless, like a puppy in the rain. "I want to kiss you so bad," he continued.

I looked around and pulled him towards an alley. There was a dark spot close to an abandoned phone booth. I pulled him in front of me and he instantly pushed me back against the brick wall. He slid his hand up the back of my shirt and leaned into me, his chest pressed against mine so close I could feel his heartbeat.

"My baby," he whispered. "I hurt you so much, but I can't let you go. Please to not give up on me. I die without you." He buried his lips into the side of my neck and whimpered against my shoulder.

"I won't, Naveeeeed." I stretched out his name as his teeth rubbed against sensitive spots on my neck.

We made out for a few minutes until he heard my tummy rumble from hunger.

"I must feed my prin... boy," he caught himself.

"I pay though!" I reminded him weakly as he pulled away from me.

"Yes, my favorite place is close to here," He said happily and took my hand again. He led me up Santa Monica until we arrived there... It was the same sandwich place we ate at all the time for lunch with locations across the world.

"No, for reals? Let's go somewhere nice. This should be special! We have a million of these in the valley," I begged. I knew what he was doing. He didn't want to cost me money. Plus we ate here on campus at least twice a week.

"I travel 1,500 miles across ocean so someday I can eat this magical sandwich with boy of my dreams. Is this not you? Are you not my magic? I need find other Noah to make my dream come true?" He laughed but the subtext was that he was set on this.

"Ok, but you're getting extra meat and a cookie too!" We were under the streetlamp so I touched my finger to his lips and he kissed it sweetly.

We ate outside and watched the streetlife. I was hoping we'd see passing examples of professional looking couples enjoying a responsible evening. We did see a few of those, but we saw a lot more of loud, party guys. Every time we caught their attention or one of them gave us a "Hi!", Navid squeezed my hand under the table to show his jealousy.

"They're looking at you," I reminded him and it was true. That seemed to allay his worries and he straightened up with a smile. Who doesn't like to be ogled? He beamed a look of pride at me and cocked his head up proudly.

"What does my baby want to do next?" Navid came back from throwing our trash away and extended a hand to me.

"I'm too young to get into the clubs. What about a tattoo? I always wanted a little palm tree somewhere!" I spotted a tattoo place down the block.

"What? No! Mark my baby with the inks? Would be a criminal act! Your skin is so perfect. My little pink love. No, please never do this! My heart would break," Navid scolded.

"Ok... I only have ten bucks left anyways. What can we do for that?" I opened my wallet to show him.

"I have money, Noah. Please let me provide for you. Your needs are my needs. Money s not concern for me. We don't need to spend your father's money. You are mine to provide for and it is my pleasure," Navid gave me the puppy eyes, but tonight was my treat.

"Frozen Yogurt!" I suddenly remembered the Yogurt bar we'd passed. It was one of those choose your own junk to put on the yogurt places only they hired hot guys in skimpy outfits who occasionally danced for the customers. My dad had accidentally taken me in there a few years back. He tried to be cool about it, but when the one guy in an orange speedo started dancing on a really hot guy, we took our yogurt to go.

The place wasn't too crowded, but we had to wait in line to get yogurt and look through the topping choices. It was all going well until the older couple in front of us started making polite conversation. It's an LA thing I guess, but people here make conversation when waiting.

It was two white guys, maybe late 20's. Both were coverboy cute. One was taller and thicker and the other was thinner but toned and very chatty. He looked at us for a few awkward seconds and offered a smile.

"You two are on a date! That's so adorable! I wish I had been out at your age!" The smaller one gushed to me.

"Uh, thank... you. The yogurt here is good?" Navid sounded polite, but pulled me to the other side of him away from the guys. His body was tense and didn't match his words. I knew he didn't like me being addressed.

"Uh yeah I guess so. How long have you two been together? I think mixed-race couples are the hottest." The guy was not picking up on Navid's discomfort and continued to engage him exuberantly.

"Mixed? I am not mixed..." Navid fidgeted uncomfortably and squeezed my hand protectively.

"No, I meant..." The guy realized he had been misinterpreted.

"Let's leave them alone, Patrick. Sorry guys, he'll talk to anyone, but he's harmless," The taller guy said and pulled his boyfriend back from us.

"It's our culture. We talk to strangers," I whispered to Navid as the line moved forward. He pulled me along tensely. Patrick kept giving us interested looks as we inched forward. Navid got two cups for us, but I could tell he really wanted to leave. He gave me a fake smile, pushing through his embarrassed state. He was trying.

We got our yogurt. He insisted on holding both cups and just asked what I wanted inside mine. His was chocolate with a mix of fruit and nuts on top. Mine was plain vanilla with cinnamon toast crunch cereal. I tried to pay, but it came up to a dollar more than I had on me so Navid happily swiped his credit card and tucked my wallet into my pocket.

"So disrespectful, that boy." He shook his head and pulled out a high chair for me at the bar along the window. He let me slide up and then pushed me in as he continued, "Mixed-race couple?! Is that what we are? Persians are from the same place as white people. Though my mother is somewhat Arab, but very beautiful."

"He said we were adorable and hot. I thought it was nice. He didn't mean anything rude by it," I defended the stranger.

"It is strange for my culture though, Noah. The weaker of the relationship does not engage strangers and certainly not the weaker one of another pair. In my culture, it is rude. They would have been called out for bad behavior." Navid was warming up for another lecture on Iranian superiority.

"Maybe he is the `man' in their relationship," I interrupted with a laugh. "Maybe I am a man too."

"Of course you are a man, a very pretty one... I thought you like that you are my baby," Navid's frustration melted into playful flirtation. He set down his cup and slid his chair close to mine. We were in the corner and the place was packed, but he forgot that in front of us was a window made dark only by the bright lights inside. From our perspective, it was almost a mirror but we were completely visible to the patio diners.

He laid his arm across the back of my chair and squeezed my shoulder.

"I thought you like how I hold my baby and kiss every little beautiful inch of perfect skin," he whispered as he leaned into me. "I thought you like how I open up your delicate hole and make your body twist and stretch and beg for its man's touch." Navid slid his hand up my thigh as I gasped softly.

"I... yeah," I inhaled sharply and checked around to see that we were indeed ignored by the rest of the bustling shop. The guy on Navid's side had his back turned to us. He was large and provided more cover for Navid's wandering hand.

"You prefer I keep hands to self? I treat you like man, buddy? We arm wrestle and check out the ladies? Yeah bro? You like that bro? We play games and eat cheetos?" He was doing a poor imitation of a California dude accent. His fingers rubbed down under my ass and he massaged along the seam of my jeans.

"Cheetos?" I laughed momentarily until he found that spot that was just right over my hole and applied some pressure. "Uhhh," I gasped.

"That's what my baby likes, what my prince begs for, yes? To be loved by the man who knows how to make him feel just right?" Navid gave several quick bites at my earlobe as he rubbed up under my covered hole.

"Yeah... yes... sir... man," I caught my breath. He stopped then as his phone dinged. He slid his hand away, and gave my cheek a quick kiss. He whipped out his phone to check an update.

"Eat your yogurt before melt, my pretty boy... man," Navid laughed and pulled away from me. He turned it off so quickly. I was still very hard and felt my cock leaking precum all over my briefs. I leaned forward and took a few deep breaths to recover.

My eyes adjusted to the window in front of us to see that a table of guys on the other side of the window were enjoying our show and staring with full intensity. I leaned forward more to make sure and was met with four sets of interested eyes. One of them gave me a nod with a wink and the others said something I couldn't hear and laughed. I felt my cheeks turn deep red.

"Oh um woah!" I said and turned to see Navid looking down at his phone still. He was too busy looking at some Persian scripted writing in between bites of his yogurt to see my embarrassment. I decided not to share the news with him since it probably wouldn't be well-received. We finished our yogurt and then walked around outside a bit.

"I have surprise for you this weekend! Just got confirmation," Navid said excitedly as we paused to cross a side street.

"A puppy?" I asked.

"Better! Wait, you want puppy?" Navid looked confused.

"Just a joke. What is it?" I bounced happily, attracting the looks from a group of guys waiting beside us for the light to change.

"We go to resort in Palm Springs! My friends are to go as well. I have gone before and it is very nice with pool and fun things. I book two rooms, one for your father. Of course you cannot go without a minder. But he says is ok for you to share my room. Is to celebrate the end of course! But is more to celebrate two months since I meet my beautiful boy." Navid was talking super fast.

"No way! A whole weekend? And he said it was ok? That is awesome!" I jumped and tossed my arms around Navid's neck. I kissed him without thinking.

"Good job, dude. You are definitely getting action tonight!" A drunk guy next to us nodded.

"Oh, um sorry. I got too excited... I've never been!" I pulled away, but Navid slid an arm around my back and hugged me to his side.

"Is ok. I love to see my boy happy!" Navid ignored the onlookers.

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We headed out Friday when my dad came home early from work. Navid drove and my dad sat next to him with me in the back holding my pillow. Navid kept watching me in the mirror as he and my dad talked for two hours about sports, the economy, politics. It was nice to see my dad bonding with him. Navid even played 90's music which my dad loves. He was going all out to make a good impression and keep things friendly.

I'd never been in the back of his car. There were candy wrappers, a few of his soccer jerseys that smelled dirty, and lots of papers. He isn't the neatest of guys, and I found more than one cheerio in the floormats. I eventually just laid against the window and fell asleep on my pillow.

"Noah, my love." I felt Navid's lips against mine as his hand slid up my chest. "Noah, we are arrived."

I yawned and stretched, but didn't see my dad which explained why he kissed me so freely. I heard him behind me though digging through his bag in the trunk. Navid offered his hand and pulled me out of the backseat. My dad handed me my bag, but Navid took it and then got his own.

Navid went to check us in while Dad and I sat down on big couches in the center of a large, marble atrium.

"Listen, Nik," my dad started.

"Aww no dad, you only call my by my initials when there's something awkward you want to talk about," I whined. I was only "Nik" when he had to break something to me or I'd done something wrong. He'd always been super gentle with me, not like I'd ever done much to cause him problems. I had always strived to be the good kid who brought him no issues. He deserved that.

"I know, but I love you and this is important. Listen... I know you two have feelings for each other and are going to enjoy the weekend together. That's your decision and I respect it... but I was a little younger than you when I got your mom pregnant. Not that I regret it! You are the best thing I ever did. I wouldn't trade you for the world. But I didn't think at that age that anything could happen. My parents never talked to me about that stuff." He sighed.

"I'm not getting pregnant, dad. It doesn't work like that for guys," I tried to lighten the mood.

"Be serious Noah. There are things out there that could kill you or make you really sick. I'm your father. I love you more than anything in the world, and I have to warn you about that stuff... I know Navid is a nice guy, but STD's don't just happen to bad people. In fact, sometimes bad people are smarter because they know what's out there." He reached over to his bag and pulled out a box of condoms. He opened it and counted out a string of them.

"No no," I started to protest when I saw the shiny, gold wrappers.

"You know how to use these already, and don't use two together! Just one at a time and if you need more, just ask. Don't be ashamed to protect your health. Ok? Well... here," He shoved four of them into my hand and then put the box back in his bag.

"Dad, we haven't even gotten to that yet..." I could NOT look him in the eye as I shoved them into my pocket.

"Well good, and if you don't want to do that, you be sure to speak up for yourself. Or if you want me to tell him, I can do that. You can stay in my room. I was going to have Annie come out tonight, but..." He started.

"Annie? You're dating her again? She's the one who thought your job wasn't good enough to date her?" My dad had a bad habit of choosing single women with good careers who wanted to change him and never thought he made enough money.

"We talked it out... look don't change the subject. I don't judge who you date!" He laughed. "But I'm glad you got a nice guy who treats you so well. I'm your father, I have to worry about that stuff."

"You worry for what?" Navid had sneaked up beside us and caught the end of his statement. He held two small cardboard folders with the resort's logo printed on the front. He looked confused, but my dad just shook his head and said it was nothing.

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We got to the room and Navid started kissing me before he closed the door. My dad was booked in a room down the hall from us. I'm sure that wasn't a coincidence. He was just far enough to give us privacy. Navid's friends had the rooms to the left of us. He said we would meet up with them later.

"Baby I need you so bad. You need me? You are ready?," he said while sliding his hands up the back of my shirt. He had me pushed against the wall inside the room with our bags tossed into the small closet. His hard cock was straining his grey fleece shorts as he rubbed against my tummy.

"Yeah, please," I whined against his shoulder as his lips sucked on my neck. He lifted me up and I threw my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the bed. He laid me down against the comforter with my head against the giant pile of decorative pillows.

He straddled me and leaned down to kiss me. I put my hand to his cheek and stopped him. I wanted to enjoy looking at him. I traced my finger across his square jaw accented with the dark, neatly trimmed goatee that always scraped my skin. His strong, brown nose hovered over dark red lips. His wide, round dark eyes blinked at me as his lips spread into a confused smile.

"What's wrong, my love?" He asked, showing off perfect white teeth. I pushed back his black, fluffy hair and just shook my head.

"You're so handsome. Just wondering how I got so lucky and why you'd like a guy like me," I said and leaned up for a kiss. He put his hand to my chest and pushed me back down.

"I am a beast, my boy is the beautiful one. My perfect princess with light skin and crystal green eyes. I love these little ears that beg for my nibbles, the pink lips that call to me when I cannot touch them, and the beautiful ass with perfect pink hole that I am training to receive my seed. It is I who is lucky to find such a sweet and innocent love to protect and worship. You are my world, sweet Noah," Navid said and then leaned down to kiss me.

I slid my hand up the back of his shirt and felt his strong muscles as they worked to hold me. I put my nose into his neck and inhaled his cologne and sweat from the warm day. He smelled like a wolf, a beast as he had called it, but a friendly one that swore to protect me. I was both scared to death and brought to life in the safety of his arms. He leaned down and growled against my ear and then licked my cheek playfully as though he sensed what I was feeling.

He nibbled along my jaw and pushed my legs out as he knelt between them. I raised my knees up into my chest and he lowered himself and ground his bulge against my ass. He rubbed up and down against me and I felt his thick cock tent his shorts.

He slid both hands up my shirt and pushed it up off of me so he could get at my nipples. He kissed down my smooth, pale chest and cupped my flat pec muscles as though there was something feminine there. He squeezed them together and leaned in to bite and suck at each nipple in turn. They puffed up into irritated little pink darts and he smiled up at me in accomplishment.

"Ahh," I gasped as he twisted and sucked them in turn. My chest hurt from his squeezing, but he looked so excited to play with my pecs that I didn't tell him to stop.

"My princess," he smiled up at me as he rubbed his prickly bearded chin against my right nipple. His hands smoothed down my back until he hit my shorts. He pushed them down along with my briefs. My legs were still up in the air, and when he pushed my shorts past my knees, the shiny gold packages fell out. They landed with a thud against my tummy and then slid down to the bed as Navid froze in confusion.

"Uh..." He looked at me and the back at the wrappers. "You um, come prepared for that?"

"No, I..." I started to fish around for an explanation that would make this less awkward, but came up empty.

"Where does my baby buy such things? You know what these are for?" Navid asked seriously. He really did think of me as a naive innocent.

"My, um... my dad gave me those for... for us to um... for us." I stumbled about as my cock laid hard against my tummy.

"You tell him we are doing the sex!? Noah! He will kill me!" Navid looked panic-stricken.

"No, I didn't. He assumed. He knows we are together and... He wants me to be safe," I said as my cock started to soften.

"Oh," Navid awakened to a realization. "Then he is ok with us. It is like he give his... how do you say... blessing?" His lips crept into a smile.

"I guess so, but we don't have to do that unless... unless you want to," I bit my lip and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Of course I want to, but you are so delicate and new. It is still so tight down here and I get so few chances to work on opening you. I would hurt you if we go too soon." Navid rubbed a finger over my hole and made my body shiver.

"You have hurt someone before?" I asked, wondering why he was always so concerned about that.

"Yes... I was drunk and he was too and it did not go so well. I didn't care for him like I do you. I could never do this to you. You deserve a perfect first time. I will take my time for my boy."

I'd never considered him with another guy. I instantly wondered who it was and started to ask him, but he shook his head and told me it was not a proper question. He slipped off my shorts and briefs and tossed them across the room. He slid off his shirt and then leaned forward to kiss and suck on my toes as his finger rubbed slow, deliberate circles around my hole. I twisted and moaned as he rubbed me.

I'd closed my eyes to the sensations, but then his finger pulled away and I felt two of them tapping at my lips. I opened up and looked up at him with a smile as he pushed his fingers into my mouth. I sucked them as he slid them in and out and massaged my tongue.

He pushed back slowly until he made me gag and cough, but he seemed to think that was cute. I winced and moved my head to the side as he pulled out, but then he put the fingers to my lips and pushed my head back to staring up at him.

He swished his fingers around a few times to collect my spit and then put his fingers back down to my hole as he kissed my foot. He rubbed my hole a few times and then slid in the tip of his index finger. I tried to relax and open up for him. It was tight, but went in easier than the last time he'd been in there. He was up on his knees between my legs and with his free hand he pushed at his shorts until his cock flopped out arced angrily towards my hole.

I tried to sit up and lean to suck on his cock. I wanted to taste it so badly. His thick, veiny brown meat was something I groped for all week in the car or when no one was around us. I needed to pump it, taste it, lick it, hold it. He pushed me back down, but then slipped his finger from my hole and stood up on the bed. He towered over me with his cock dangling between his thighs.

He walked around to my head and knelt with his knees on either side of my face. His nuts rested on my nose and his cock flopped down over my chin and touched my chest. He leaned down between my legs and I felt his finger slip inside me. He pushed in with force and then added his tongue.

I took a sharp breath as he put too much in, but I got distracted by his cock on my face. I reached up to pump it and then opened my lips and pushed the tip in. I don't know what it is genetically to a gay guy to have a cock in his mouth. Maybe it's the feeling that I hold a powerful man's most prized possession inside me. I wanted desperately to please him and I tried to push it as far in as I could and then slipped it out.

His cock was a little rank from the day's activities. I tasted his sweat and it just made me want more of him. I started to lean up and then lay back to go down on him in rhythm. I used my hands to grip his shaft and pump it.

"Fuck that feels so good, my princess. I am so close just from being near to you." Navid encouraged me and then went back to licking at my hole as he rubbed his finger around inside me. It was dripping with his spit and it started to pulse at his touch. I felt waves of pleasure when he hit the right spots inside me. I felt so full but wanted more.

I sucked his cock back as far as I could in my mouth until I gagged on it. He made a happy noise at that so I did it a few more times. His free hand reached back to my nipples and he twisted them fiercely as I swirled my tongue around his shaft. I was breathing through my nose and watching his balls above my eyes. The sack contracted around his nuts and then let them fall in a rhythm that said his body was enjoying my work.

"Come, baby," Navid said as he pulled his tongue out of me. His finger slid out of my hole and I was confused as he raised up and pulled his cock out of my mouth.

"We have different places to do this! We must use every piece of furniture this weekend! We start with that chair!" Navid jumped off the bed and then offered me his hand as he pointed towards a large chair by the window. He padded over to the curtains with his fat, hard meat swinging between his thighs as I walked by his side.

He pulled back the curtains and it was getting dark outside. We had a view of the whole valley all the way up to the mountains where the sun was escaping back to Los Angeles. I saw the freeway lit up with a string of cars that looked like ants from our high point.

"It's so beautiful!" I said and went to the glass. "Can anyone see us?"

"No," Navid laughed. "They are too busy fucking in their own little houses," he pointed down across the endless stretch of housing communities. He pushed me up against the glass and my cock squeezed against the cold window.

"Ay! It's cold!" I yelped and pushed back against his warm body. His thick cock snaked up between my ass cheeks and he humped me against the window. The shaft was rubbing against my hole and he leaned me forward so my hands were against the window. I pushed against it, hopeful it wouldn't break as he started humping on me. He leaned down over me and kissed the back of my neck, nibbled on my ear, and then kissed my cheek. His hands rubbed my chest and he squeezed my nipples again.

"So beautiful, my baby," he growled into my ear. "I could finish like this in mere seconds, Noah."

He sped up humping me and then stopped and took deep breaths against my ear.

"Come, Noah," he said and slid an arm across my tummy. He pulled me back and then sank down into a large overstuffed chair. His cock pointed straight up and he pulled me down to his lap to straddle him with my knees against the seat. His cock poked up against my ass as he put his hands on my face and brought my lips down to his. His tongue slid into my mouth and he kissed me deeply as he lowered me to straddle his cock.

It pushed against my hole and I remembered the condoms on the bed.

"Do we need the condoms?" I asked. "You are going to fuck me?"

"No, my love," he laughed. "It is not time. Let me just rub against you to cum. It is all I need with a boy so beautiful."

"Please fuck me," I whimpered against his neck as my head rested on his shoulder. He leaned in and bit softly against my neck as he started to slide me up and down with his cock rubbing against my hole. He didn't slid in, but sped up lifting me up and down as his hands gripped my ass.

My cock was thumping against his stomach and I reached down to jerk on it. It didn't need much encouragement. Being in his arms, staring into his beautiful face, my body was ready to burst.

"I'm gonna cum, Naveeeed!" I whined as he raised and dropped me against his cock.

"Cum, my love, finish for your man. You have my permission," he growled in a low voice as he kept bouncing me on him. His hands gripped my ass and his finger found my hole and started to fuck it in rhythm with his drops. I jerked my cock with one hand and reached back to jerk on his as he fingered me.

"Uhhh! I cum!" I yelled and laid my head against his shoulder as I started to shoot my cum all over his chest.

"Uhhh! Thank you sir," I don't know why that came out. Maybe it was because he was owning my hole and it felt so good. I was pulling on his cock from behind me as I raised and fell against his chest and my cock shot off round after round. If he hadn't been holding me, I would have collapsed against him as my body twisted and jerked from the feelings he produced inside me.

"That's my good baby," he praised as I shot ropes of cum over his chest. I painted his dark chest white with a week's worth of built-up anticipation. I finished and collapsed against his chest to catch my breath, but he still hadn't finished. He held me though and stopped bouncing me to slide his arms across my back and hold me against his sticky chest.

"That's my princess," he whispered to me and kissed my forehead. "You come hard for your man." He rubbed my back soothingly as I started to close my eyes in dire need of a nap.

"You didn't finish," I observed as my eyes blinked hazily.

"I will, my love. I want for you to feel good first. You feel good?" He rubbed my back in slow motions as he kissed my cheek.

I sat up suddenly and had an idea. I pushed back against his sticky chest. He didn't want to let me go, but he did. I got off his lap and sank to my knees. I crawled between his legs and started to pump his cock. I leaned down and licked at the tip and then sucked it into my lips. I was mostly just pumping on his shaft since I could only get a few inches in my mouth, but I tried to bob on his cock and push it as far in as it would go.

"So close, baby, don't stop." Navid started to buck his hips and his hands went to my head. He laced his fingers through my hair and pushed me down on his cock a little farther than was comfortable. I started to gag on him but he held me still and I felt his cock start to fire off down my throat.

"Uhhh fuck baby fuck Fuck FUCK!" He held me firmly and I pumped his shaft as he started to fill me.

His fingers gripped my hair and pulled me off his cock. He was still shooting as I pumped him. He started to spray on my face and I felt a shot go up my nose. I jerked him as his body jumped against the chair.

"Uhhhh fuck fuck fuck I love you, Noah, my sweet sweet boy," he yelled as his cock continued to coat me.

He finished and then laid back against the chair as I held on to his drippy, still hard cock. I pumped it slowly now and the last few drips of his seed rolled down the tip. I licked at it. He always tasted so salty and manly.

He leaned forward and hooked his hands under my armpits. He lifted me up onto his lap and cradled me against his chest as we breathed together in the large chair. I nuzzled into his sticky chest smelling our mix of juices between us.

"I love you so much," I whispered.

"I love you too, Noah. You are my moon and stars." He always had to outdo me. We recovered there and then he carried me off to the shower. He cleaned me as I yawned against his chest and then we cuddled in the bed together after he dried me.

"We must eat something and then meet up with your father in an hour," Navid said as he held me against his chest. He leaned over for the room service menu and the phone. "What does my princess want to eat?"

We thumbed through the menu. I wasn't hungry, but he insisted I eat something after all the activity we'd done. He ordered chicken with pasta for himself and I chose a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with some chips. He put on a robe for the room service guy, and didn't let him inside the room. I listened to their polite exchange from under the covers. We ate in bed, naked, and watching one of those home fixer shows on tv.

We finished up and dressed. Navid said he had a big surprise for me. I put on jeans and a t-shirt with a blue hoodie and Navid put on a crisp white linen shirt with dark pants and slip-on shoes. He looked like a Persian yuppie.

We took the elevator to the top floor and it opened to a large bar. My dad was waiting for us with his date. She looked nicer than the last time I'd seen her. She smiled when my dad introduced her to Navid who was his usual charming self.

The bar had a small crowd of people and a DJ spinning music. A hostess led us out to a private area of chairs around a table out on a long patio. We were on top of the hotel tower and a half wall made of glass separated us from the valley below us. From the high point, we could see the other side of the Coachella valley with thousands of glittering lights below us. It was so amazingly beautiful. Our chairs were angled to look out over the view and Navid had his arm across the back of my chair.

Navid and my dad ordered cocktails for themselves and then some wine for dad's date. Dad ordered a cherry club soda for me and an order of nachos for the table. The three of them carried on happy conversation as I snuggled into Navid's side and watched the amazing view. It felt so nice being close to him and open in front of my father.

"I'm really happy," My dad started and raised his glass to make a toast, "That my son has found such a caring and responsible man who treats him so well and considers his feelings. I hope that you two have many years of happiness and love."

Navid straightened up at that and seemed a little uncomfortable. "Thank you, sir. I hope to earn your trust. I promise to keep him safe and happy. You are trusting me with your only child. I promise I not let you down."

"I love you, Noah," Navid whispered into my ear.

"I love you too," I returned as I laid my head against his chest. I looked over and saw my dad smile at me and then turn to talk with his date. I hoped he was having as nice of an evening as I was.

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