Noah's Starship

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+{Noah's Starship}+

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~By Emri~

I'm not exactly sure how big Navid's dick is. Sorry for starting this off with trashy conversation, but I get asked it all the time. He's never been interested in me taking a measuring tape to it and usually has bigger things on his mind when it's at attention anyways. He says it is average for Persian men from his culture, men of power, and that I am average for a white boy. Most times it's bigger than I can handle, but I do my best. He takes it slowly and seems to enjoy my struggle.

But what I think about is the time we came in his room after school and immediately started kissing. He slipped off my clothes before lifting me up and tossing me onto his bed just to show he could. He gets a little primal when we get to it, and it had been a long week.

Navid pushed down his shorts and his cock popped out full and hard. I watched as it bounced a few times, almost in slow motion. He gripped it with one hand and thumped it against his open palm with an audible thud like he was testing a baseball bat.

"See how hard you make me, my Noah?" He asked with that confident leer in his eye, as though there was no doubt I craved him. I nodded hypnotically as a gasp escaped my lips. He came towards me and thumped it against the top of his desk like someone banging on the door, like it was demanding dinner.

I felt it from the bed like a small tremor. I know that's impossible, maybe it was just my body twitching in anticipation. It was an intimidating noise and something I'd never think of attempting with my own cock. I knew then that it was sturdier, made for taking control. It was meant for me, the only cock I'd ever care about seeing, pleasing, satiating... but we've never measured it.

"I like song, what it means?" Navid loves singing in the car as he weaves through traffic, but a lot of times he messes up the words to songs. He likes to ask me what I think a song means and then we debate it. He loves to debate just about anything as though he has something to prove with me. This one was Ariana Grande's "One Last Time."

"It's about being so in love with someone that even if they don't love you back, you just wish they would pretend one more time. Like you know it's over, or never was going to happen... but you just want to feel like it is working one more time. Like everything is fine," I offered.

"That is sad. Why you want to be with someone who doesn't love you?" Navid asked as he cruised up Ventura and covered my hand with his over the gear shifter.

"I did that in high school. He wasn't gay at all, but I was so into him that I didn't care and I hung on to any shreds of friendship he offered. He was a good friend, but he just wasn't gay at all," I admitted and Navid squeezed my hand over the gear shifter as he accelerated.

"I can't hear about this, Noah... I am too protective for you. I don't like that someone hurt you. If he did not love you then he is fool. But I am happy that he saves you for me," Navid assured.

"Me too..." I laid my head against his shoulder. It was the first time I'd ever said anything about a guy I had liked other than him. I knew he didn't want to talk about his past people, but it kind of stung just a little that he didn't want to hear about mine.

He had always told me that being with me was like starting over for him. But I was getting frustrated at just how little he really listened to me. I was starting to get the feeling he wanted a robot version of me that just sat quietly when not in use. He always seemed to praise how quiet and simple he thought I was. But honestly it was just intimidating to be with a guy like him who was strong, intelligent, charismatic, worldly. He was everything I had been raised to believe was above me.

"This one sounds romantic. I like the beat. Is sex song?" Navid asked as a dance mix of Years and Years' "Memo" began to play.

"Sort of. It's about a guy the singer was absolutely in love with, would do anything for. The guy wasn't out though. He was ashamed of him... and only slept with him in secret. The singer settled for it though, he was too hooked on the guy." I straightened up and pulled away from his shoulder as I realized the song could have been about us. I was his secret shame.

"Let me take your heart, love you in the dark, no one has to see... I want more," I sang to the chorus in a whisper.

"This no good. I thought was happy sweet song. Why he loves a guy like that? He does not love himself to stand for better." Navid felt my tension. He reached his hand to my thigh and squeezed it softly in that way that brought my cock to attention in seconds no matter what I was feeling.

"Maybe... he's like me... he just can't live without the guy... He'd do anything just for that time in the dark... Even if the rest of our relationship is undercover, it's still not something I can live without," I whispered.

"This's not us, my Noah! How you can think this? It's not like that!" Navid yelled and I felt his body tense in guilt.

"You know for me this is not choice! I love you more than anything. I cannot live without you. My body crave you more than air. I will never leave you in dark. I promise you this. Someday we will be like regular, someday, I promise you! Karim is helping me to figure out way. He has traditional family too, and look how he is now with Mike. We will have that some day. I promise you!" Navid was growing angry and I watched his muscles bulge.

"Karim and Mike seem happy together and so open with each other," I said and squeezed his hand.

"They work through the darkness. They love each other like I love you for always. Karim guide him through dark times with his own family and addiction. You are not in my dark, Noah. You are my only light and I love you more than anyone. I am so sorry you would ever feel this way. I hate it... I hate so much for you feel bad... but I am trying to make better. Karim help talk me through it a lot," Navid defended as he waved his hands and then reached to squeeze my hand again. I let him. I needed it.

"Ok, it's ok, Navee. Don't get upset," I soothed him and kissed his shoulder remembering what he had said about the boy being killed in his country for being found with another guy.

"Please don't give up with me, Noah. I promise I give you love you deserve. I not ashamed never of you." He let out a long breath and relaxed at my touch.

The song played on. The chorus came around again, and again Navid tensed up in guilt.

"This song suck!" he declared. "I erase it from playlist. I don't want you feel sad like this." He stabbed at the controls on his steering wheel to shift to the next song.

"This one is better," I assured with a little laugh as an acoustic cover of "Stand By Me" came on.

"Is not about sadness or evil Persian boyfriend?" Navid questioned with uncertainty.

"No, it's a promise from a guy to his love. That no matter how bad life gets or whatever happens, he is going to be ok as long as his love is with him. This one is like us too. I know I can go through anything as long as I'm in your arms. It's a very old song, like from my grandparents' decade," I said.

"Then I like this for us. I will always be to stand by my Noah. I am good Persian boyfriend. You know this whatever happen you have me forever, my princess," Navid assured.

"Wait!" I gripped his hand. "You said boyfriend... Twice! You're my boyfriend?" He'd never said that word before, never really labeled us which at this point seemed silly.

"For of course! We are more past boyfriends. You are my baby! I promise you my life, my protection, my heart... If you will have it, my love. You are my soul, the gentle half of me. I plan my life with you. You are my little piece of paradise," Navid said.

"Ok then... Wow... my first boyfriend... I have a boyfriend!" I put my head back against his shoulder.

"Ok we keep this song. Only happy for my baby," Navid said and pulled me against him as we both breathed out relief.

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"This one, here. This will be our home soon! You will have no doubt I want future for us when we live in our own place," Navid said as he pulled up in front of a gated row of townhouses on a quiet, shady side street near the action of Ventura Blvd.

"Can we go in? Can we see it?" I asked excitedly. My dad and I had talked it out and he agreed that I could move in with Navid. Part of me had hoped he would say no. I wasn't sure I was ready to leave him. I took care of my dad and made sure he had clean clothes and a good meal every night. He'd sacrificed so much for me. We had been just the two of us for so long. I knew he wasn't happy about it, but he wanted me to be happy no matter what it cost him.

"No! You will not see this until the weekend when we move in. When I bring you to the home I get for us, it will be to stay. You will see it all finished and ready," Navid leaned over me and slid his arm around me as he pointed out my window to the unit that would be ours.

By the weekend, I was filled with anticipation. He hadn't even let me see the furniture he'd picked out. He would only say that it was modern and expensive.

Friday morning he went out for some last minute business and then came back and got me. I'd left most of my room in tact, but packed clothes and some personal items for the new place.

We pulled up to the complex and Navid got us in. It was so nice and peaceful. It was the opposite of the small apartment I shared with my dad on a busy street in a declining area. This was closer to the nice home he shared with his friends in Encino.

"This is a vintage design, but very nice! You will like, I know," Navid said with a smile as he unlocked the door to a brown townhouse surrounded by big shade trees.

We went in and it all looked kind of old, but nicer than the apartment I'd spent my life in with my father. The paint looked old and there was furniture that looked like someone had lived with it quite a while. I didn't care though. It would be a place for us. It was magic.

"It's so beautiful!" I exclaimed and went straight through to the large kitchen. The appliances weren't new, but they were nicer than the ones I was used to.

"You think so... like for real?" Navid asked with confusion.

"Yes! I love it! And it's all ours! Just for us! Our first place together. It's perfect! I love it!" I jumped excitedly and realized there was nothing but a garage below us so no one would complain about the noise.

"Oh... Noah. This was um..." Navid started.

"What? I love it. Thank you! I never thought I would live somewhere so nice and with someone I love so much. It's perfect! You are perfect," I said excitedly and tried to hold back a tear as it rolled down my cheek. He pulled me into his chest with a face full of thought as we looked around the new place.

"Don't cry, Noah! Please! I am jerk. This was joke... bad joke... this place is dump... Ok now I feel major asshole," Navid said and pushed me off of him slightly. He still kept an arm around my back as he lifted my chin to kiss me.

"I don't get it," I was confused and felt awkward in his arms.

"This was joke, Noah. This is unit I help my friend buy so he can redo it next after he just finish our place. This furniture is headed for charity shop tomorrow. Our place is much nicer. I just thought would be funny to show you old crappy place first as a joke like ha-ha funny. But is not funny! I thought you will hate this place and complain and then I can say `got you!' and we laugh." Navid bit his lip hoping I wouldn't be mad about his prank.

"Oh..." I felt a little foolish. "I'd live anywhere if it meant being alone with you."

"I know you would... is one of reasons you are too good for me. You are too sweet and trusting for my bad joke. Come. I take you to our place. Is almost as beautiful as my princess. I never put you in gross place like here with used things. You deserve finest things!" Navid kissed me again and then nudged me towards the door. He took my hand, laced his fingers through mine, and squeezed firmly as he led me down a little walkway around the corner to the redone townhouses.

He led me up to a newly painted white door inside a little patio covered by large shade trees. It felt so private and secure. He stopped me at the door and let go of my hand to unlock two locks. He opened the door very slowly and made a drumroll noise as his smile widened.

"Noah Kinney, beautiful love of Navid Naseri, are you ready to see the palace I make for you?" He asked in a dramatic news-announcer tone.

I just laughed and he took my hand and led me inside. It smelled like opening a box of new clothes or shoes. Everything was completely redone and modern with shades of grey and black. The floor was stained concrete grey with this shiny, glittery coat that danced when the light hit it.

The living room had big leather couches, a large chair with raised arms that would fit both of us, and a huge TV that was mounted on the wall. We went through to the kitchen that had shiny steel appliances and dark grey, stone counters. It wasn't huge, but it was new and beautiful and all ours. It was a palace and I jumped around in excitement until he caught me in his strong, muscled arms.

"It's so beautiful!" I said as he brought me into his chest. He turned me around so I could see it again as he held me from behind.

"Mike decorate it for us. He chooses the furniture and has good style! They even give us this dining table with chairs as gift," Navid pointed across the kitchen bar to the modern steel table with industrial looking chairs.

"It's amazing! I love it!" I turned back to catch his lips.

"And look, Noah! Best part is, we can be naked here, and here, and over here! It is just for you, love of my life, light of my soul, my perfect boy," Navid said as he pointed around the place with excitement. "I am going to take you on every surface! I shove my cock in you over every new place! So we mark it just for us. I will make a list for us to check off!"

"Like Bingo!" I said. He looked confused so I had to explain that game to him.

"Yes! Bingo for sex," he laughed and kept his arm wrapped around my waist. "Maybe I give you prizes for each room we finish!" He led me upstairs to a small hallway that had a brand new washer and dryer between two bedrooms.

"We have laundry in here! I don't have to go out to use the laundry room?" I was so excited.

"Never again. We do not want to share washers with other people. That is gross," Navid said and showed his privileged upbringing.

"And this," he pushed open the last door. "This is our bedroom with new bed just for us!"

"But I loved your bed. It was the first place we did stuff together. It was so comfortable and smelled like you," I noted. The room was beautiful and all shades of masculine gray with an oversized bed and another oversized television mounted to the opposite wall between two large dressers for all of our clothes. Above the bed was a large, framed picture of the two of us smiling. He held me in his arms with the marina behind us. It left no doubt to anyone who would visit our room that we were very much in love.

"No good, Noah. I want a bed that is new and no one ever have sex but you and me. No one else will ever do things on this. Is new for my princess." Navid pulled me up into his arms and walked over to toss me onto the soft, grey bedspread. I landed on my back and he knelt on the mattress, straddling me. He leaned down and lifted me up to kiss me.

"I never thought about other boys being in your old bed," I whispered and instantly thought of what kinds of guys he had fucked there.

"You don't ever need to think of that. They are forgotten... like dust that blow away. There is only you and me. I never think of another when you are in my bed, ok? You either! Do not think of other when you are with me," Navid asked and kissed down my neck.

"I don't have others to think about... Ok. I guess new bed is better." I closed my eyes as he bit into a sensitive area of my neck that sent chills through me. He slid his arms up the back of my shirt and pulled me against his chest. "Oh yeah... new bed... fuck yeah," I mumbled.

"See, I tell you is better." Navid took a break to laugh at me in my helpless state. He rolled over onto his back and brought me with him. I sat up, straddling his shorts and rubbed my hand over his stomach.

He was wearing a tight, white undershirt and khaki cargo shorts for the warm November day. The weather had been unusually hot recently. The shirt had a deep v-neck that showed his strong, hairy chest and the gold crescent necklace he always wore. I rubbed my hands up to his chest and flattened my palms over his hard pecs as I squeezed them. They were so powerful and always reminded me of gears on an industrial machine.

"My baby, you feel so good," Navid encouraged as he slid his hands up my sides and slipped off my t-shirt. He raised up off the bed then bit and sucked at my nipples until each one was hard and pointy as I whimpered at the touch of his lips, the edge of his teeth.

"Wait!" I put my hands on his cheeks as he smiled up at me. "Thank you for everything... for this beautiful place. I can't wait to make it our own and just... be here with you. I never thought I could live somewhere this nice." I was feeling grateful and urgent to please him.

"Is for you, my princess. I work hard to give nice things my baby deserves. I provide for my boy. I promise as long as you are my boy you will have the finest. You deserve it all," Navid whispered as I leaned down to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around my back as I sat planted in his lap. He kissed down my cheek and then my neck in soft nibbles.

"Oh... And we have guests coming tonight to celebrate our new life together. Karim, Mike, Aram, other friends are coming to see the place," Navid mumbled as he kissed down my shoulder.

"What? A party? Tonight? We have to get food and prepare! I didn't know we were having guests! When?" I had so many questions as my body gave in at his touch.

"They will bring it all, and gifts for us. It is tradition. Mike will help you with everything. No need to worry. We have time to be together first," Navid promised.

Navid turned on the bed and pushed me off of him. I laid back against the comforter as he climbed on top to straddle me. He leaned down and kissed me as his hand slid under the back of my head and pushed me up towards his lips. He had to be in control when he kissed me. My lips moved under his as my bulge pressed up against his abs.

"So beautiful," he whispered when he leaned up and our eyes locked. His hand caressed my cheek softly as his thumb found my lips and pressed through them. I sucked on his thumb as his other hand reached down to slide my shorts off. My cock bounced up against him as he pushed my shorts down my thighs with his free hand and then reached for my ass.

"Uhh," I moaned as his finger traced a slow circle around my hole. He strummed it a few times and sent chills through me as he activated that spot inside me that was always hungry for his cock.

"So tight, my baby. It has been a long week and now I must work to open my prize once again. You close up without my touch. You are new again,," Navid said as he had one hand poking a finger inside my hole and the other pressing his thumb through my lips. I whimpered around his thumb as my tongue swirled around it and his other hand played with my ass. He worked me expertly from both ends.

He popped his thumb out of my mouth and painted my spit around my lips and chin. He slid the finger from my ass and my hole twitched in need. I opened my mouth wide, missing his presence. He kept his eyes locked on mine. He looked down at me with such control. He knew how desperate I was for him and it brought a little smile to his lips as he raised his eyebrows in quick motions.

He raised up off the bed then and shucked his t-shirt and shorts. He didn't have any briefs on today and just stood there proudly with his meat thrust out in full glory. He tossed them across the room and then pulled off my shorts and briefs and tossed those too. We were naked and alone in our new home without a worry in the world of who would hear or walk in. The door to our bedroom was open and we could be as loud as we wanted.

"So beautiful, my baby Noah. How I get so lucky," Navid stood there appraising me for a minute as he shook his head in disbelief before he grabbed my feet and brought my right one to his lips. He knelt down on the comforter, pushing my knees down against my chest as he sucked on my toes. He always had a weird thing for my toes and nipples. He said they were the most beautiful he'd ever seen.

I started to stroke my cock as he sucked my toes. I was so hard and needed him. When he saw what I was doing though, he pulled my hand away and shook his head in disapproval. He pushed two fingers to my lips and I sucked them in knowing they would soon be exploring inside me.

"It is my job to bring you to pleasure. Don't touch, Noah. It is my body to please," Navid cautioned.

"Mmm," I whined in desperation as I sucked his fingers. I was ready to get to it, but I knew he wanted to take his time. He always wanted to go slowly with me. He said when you find the one your heart is meant for, it has to be slower, more thoughtful, different from the others.

Navid leaned down between my legs until I could just see his eyes and forehead. I felt his tongue lap at my hole and my body began to twitch and move under his control.

"Uhhh, fuck that feels so good," I whined as he licked me with precision. To him, it was an art form to bring me to the edge and make every inch of me tingle. His tongue swirled inside me like a machine designed perfectly for my hole. My body rocked and my muscles tensed involuntarily.

"I missed my beautiful, pink boy all week," Navid praised, taking his tongue from my hole as he rubbed my tummy and shoved his fingers back through my lips. I sucked them eagerly, wanting him inside me.

And then his phone rang. Navid had been glued to it the last few weeks as he'd started making business connections and getting deals going which was important, he said, for our future. He slid his fingers from my lips and went to check on it.

"Oh babe, it's Karim. This could be important," he said with guilt as his hard cock swung between his thighs and smacked against his leg. He answered it and started speaking in Arabic as his voice dropped an octave. He knelt on the bed beside me as I was sprawled out with my cock pointing up.

"Uh huh, Oh yes," He said in between spurts of arabic as his hand rubbed my thigh. His fingers found my lips again as he held the phone with his other hand and carried on with Karim as his eyes looked away from me.

"Uhh huh," I moaned as I sucked on his fingers eagerly. He slipped them out at my noises and gave my lips a soft tap before taking the spit-slicked fingers down between my legs. He put them to my hole and poked at it. He slipped them inside slowly, pushing me open with gentle care.

I whined again as his fingers snaked into me and he started to stretch me in a slow, insistent rhythm.

"Uhhh Uhh," I couldn't control it and he looked down at me with eyes that let me know I was interrupting his call, but he didn't take the fingers away. They slid up inside me slowly until he reached the second knuckle and began to stretch me open as he swirled them around. He was touching all the right parts and I couldn't keep quiet.

"Fuhhh," I whined. Navid laughed and winked at me. He knew I was no good at being discreet at his touch. He got up on his knees and walked over on the bed until his cock was dangling over my lips. He squatted down so I could suck on him, my pacifier to quiet me as he finished his business.

"Blah blah, Tuesday, yes, blah blah," he drifted in and out of Arabic as I sucked him and watched his eyes screw up. I was getting good at taking his cock. It quieted me as I busied myself on his tool while his fingers opened me up.

"Yes, good good. We see you in an hour, ok then! Best to you!" Navid said as he touched a button on his phone and then tossed it towards the side table.

"You cannot keep quiet while I conduct business?" Navid laughed. "Of course you can't. You are desperate for my touch, right my boy? You need this, you beg for it." Navid gripped his cock and pushed down into my mouth until I gagged and sputtered around his cock. Spit was oozing up his shaft out of my lips as he started to drill my mouth.

"You need your man to fill your holes. Is not to be ashamed of, my Noah. I am honored to be the man you beg. Lucky was just Karim and he recognize that I am pleasing my boy. He was quick with his business. In future, I will plug you with my cock when business calls." Navid laughed as he started to fuck my face with speed. His cock was fully hard and I struggled to keep up with it.

I nodded as best I could as he stuffed me with his cock and drilled his fingers deeper inside me.

"So tight, my love. I am so hard. I need to fuck you so bad," Navid urged. He raised up and took his cock from me which as no easy task as it had gone all the way to my throat. I gasped and coughed when he took it out.

"Please fuck me," I whined and leaned up to suck his hairy nuts that rested on my lips. I sucked one ball into my mouth and he let out a groan.

"Ok, we try, but I need know it not hurts you, ok? Uhh feels so good. Suck my nuts," Navid was going weak over me as he straddled my face. I looked up to see his furry asshole that I knew I'd never be allowed to touch. I had an odd interest in trying to lick it like he licked mine, but it was off limits. I watched it twitch above me and reached a hand up to cup his cheek and squeeze it.

"Noah!" he laughed and pulled away, uncomfortable with my touching his ass.

"My baby gets confused," he said and pulled his balls from my lips as he walked on his knees down the bed to get at my ass. He got off the bed and went for a towel he had placed on one of the dressers. He laid it down next to me and flipped me over onto my stomach with my ass in the air. He pressed down in the center of my back so my chest pressed against the towel as I raised up on my knees to present him with my hole.

"It's so beautiful. My baby's hole so delicious and ready for its owner," Navid commented as he knelt on the bed behind me and rubbed a thumb over my wet, needy ass.

"Please, fuck me. I need it," I whined without pride as he pressed me down and turned my face to the side so he could see me. I looked back at him as he knelt behind my hole, his muscled hairy chest heaving with breath and sweat.

"It's coming, Noah, be patient. I don't want to hurt you. Your desire is bigger than your hole," Navid said matter-of-factly. He pressed the tip against my hole and I pushed back against him with urgency.

"Steady, my love, let me do my job," Navid cautioned as he rubbed my back and leaned down to kiss my neck. He turned my head back until my neck hurt so our lips could press together and his tongue could wrestle mine. His arms wrapped around me as his cock pressed against my hole. I was rock hard and my body was so ready to fire off. It just needed that final touch of his cock inside me to complete release.

"Mmmm," I whined as he held me tightly against his chest and started to press into me. He started chewing on my ear as he whispered to me.

"Fuck yeah, that pussy's so tight, princess. You want me to breed you, but you're not open for me. Open for your master, my love, breathe for me... take it," he whispered as he tried to push deeper into me. He rubbed my chest, twisted my nipples, and bit against my neck. It was too much for me and I felt my cock tense up, ready to shoot. He pushed in another inch and it hit all the right sports and had me whining and moaning at his touch.

"I'm a' cum, Naviiiii," I whined. "Please... fuck the cum out of me." I was begging and panting as he worked my sensitive skin with his lips, his fingers, his cock. It was too much and I felt the cum rising in my shaft.

"Oh fuck yeah, feels so good," Navid shoved another inch into me and kissed my neck as he massaged my chest and pressed on my stomach. He'd said before that pressing on my tummy was a way to open my body to him. He knew all the tricks to open me up gently and make it feel good.

"Oh fuck," Navid said suddenly, "Fuck fuck, noooo!"

I didn't know what was wrong, until his body suddenly tensed up and he pressed me back against his chest. He tried to hold still, but I felt his cock start to jerk inside me and was suddenly filled with the sensation of his hot spunk filling me as his body jerked and twisted.

"Fuck no, ahhhh... it feel too good... so tight, I cum... ahhhh," Navid groaned as he bit into my skin and filled me with his cum. His cock was making swift quick jerks inside my hole and it lit up all of my buttons and sent me over the edge with him.

"Uhhh... me too... fuck," I whined as my cock started to jerk and shoot cum all over the towel he'd laid under me. My body twisted with his and his lips found mine. He tongue-kissed me deep as we both came together. Our bodies were so in synch that neither could hold out when the other was ready.

"Uhhhh fuck," we mouthed together as our lips pressed into each other. He started to hump me as he emptied his sack into my willing hole.

"Sorry, baby, sorry, uhhh," Navid finished by shoving deeper into the squishy warm mess he'd created inside me. "I could not last so long, felt so sweet to be back inside my boy," Navid breathed and collapsed onto me, his heavy hulking frame pressed me against the towel as we came down together.

"It's ok, not sure I could have taken more," I said between breaths as my hole was aching from his stretching. He had half his thick sausage buried inside me and I filled with an odd mix of pain and wanting more. He rolled onto his side and brought me with him as his cock was stuck in my hole and his arms were wrapped firmly across my chest.

"I know. You close up so quickly when I'm not there to keep you open for me. But no worry. Now we have place of our own and I can fill you everyday. No one to keep quiet for anymore," Navid said proudly.

"Our own place, wow," I said as I relaxed back into his arms. "I never thought we'd have a place like this."

"This is nothing! Soon I will have my business going and make money to buy my princess a palace in the hills. This is just the start, my love. You will have twice the place to clean and decorate and fill with love. I provide the shell, but it is your home to make nice for me when I come from work to my Noah heart. It will be the fortress to keep my boy safe when I am out all day working for him." Navid has this all planned out.

"I can chip in too," I said proudly as we recovered together in a sweaty sleepy mess. "I'll have a good job when I finish school. I can help out and pay for things."

"I don't need my boy paying for things. Money is for me to worry, not you. You won't need to work, my princess. You already have job of take care of my home," Navid kissed the back of my neck and rubbed my chest lightly. "I will provide for my family. You will work to keep our home beautiful and someday you will have my children to raise. That will be enough work. No, you do not need to worry for money. That is for me to provide."

"Oh, but I want to. I..." I started but Navid put his lips over mine and kissed me, muffling my words. I hadn't thought about him wanting to have kids, or have me stay home to take care of them. It did sound nice to have children with his beautiful eyes and brown skin. But I had dreams too. That wasn't really a discussion we needed to have at the moment though.

"I must clean us, Noah. We have guests coming. Come, my love. You see the new bathroom." Navid slid his cock out of me slowly and I felt his cum leaking out. He got off the bed and then lowered down and put one arm under my back and another under my knees and lifted me up into his sweaty chest. Filthy and sweaty he still smelled incredible as he carried me across the room.

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Mike and Karim came over early with bags and trays of things for the party. Mike had put two trays of something into the oven to cook for the party as he filled our fridge with groceries. He said they were things I would need to take care of a Persian man. He pointed through everything and told me he'd show me how to prepare things Navid would miss from back home.

Karim and Navid set up in the living room sipping beers while exploring the very loud features of the new home theater system while Mike showed me how to work our new kitchen. Mike had gone all out preparing things for a big dinner for everyone. I wasn't sure how many people would show up.

Aram and Bashir were the next two to arrive. They came in with wrapped gifts and only popped into the kitchen to say a quick hello to me and grab beer. Bashir went back out to the living room to see the soccer game the men were watching. Aram hung back for a second to watch as I helped Mike slice up some cucumbers.

"You look happy, Noah. I've seen Navid happy before, but now he looks so grown up. He has a home with the one he loves. His sweet boy with green eyes and a gentle soul. It's really beautiful. You are really beautiful," Aram said as he stood behind my left shoulder. I turned to look at him. He was always a happy, goofy guy, but now his eyes were focused, sincere. He hovered close to me for a minute and then kissed my cheek before darting away.

I was slightly stunned as I turned back towards Mike who was watching with interest.

"I... I don't know what that was about," I whispered as though we could be heard over the blaring television.

"You don't?" Mike asked with a suggestive grin as though it was something very obvious.

"Hey, there's beer in here?" a voice called from the doorway and I turned to see my best friend Erik walk in with a grocery bag full of chips.

"You came! How did you know? I didn't even know!" I bounced excitedly and ran to hug him.

"Navid invited me. He said you might feel left out with all his friends here to celebrate this. It's a nice place, Noah! Wow it's like legit nice. You're like a grown up and all!" Erik laughed as he threw his arms around me.

I introduced him to Mike and then led the two around on a tour. Mike actually had seen more of it since he decorated the whole thing. He showed me the second bedroom which I hadn't been in. There was just a bed made up in simple white, and Navid's prayer rug and some other islamic things I didn't understand.

"Navid wanted a place to do his prayers in the morning where you wouldn't be disturbed," Mike noted.

"No! I love waking up watching him," I admitted. "Usually he's in just his boxers and I like watching him bend and stretch and his butt just looks so cute popping out of the top of his underwear... I know that's not right of me to stare. It's just the only time he lets me appreciate it. I wish he'd let me touch it."

"You're really filthy, Noah," Erik laughed sarcastically knowing I was nowhere near as sexually progressive as he was. He nudged my shoulder with his fist.

"I watch Karim when he does it too, sometimes in little shorts that slide to show his crack. It's the only time I see him vulnerable," Mike noted.

"So that's everything! I really love it, Mike did an awesome job!" I said and felt a knot of pride in my chest at the thought that I had a beautiful new place to show off to my friends.

"Not everything. You didn't go outside?" Mike asked. "There's a backyard that is small but very cute!"

We followed Mike back downstairs and past the growing group of guys sprawled out across the living room with beers while the game was playing.

"Chicken, we need food!" Karim called with fake anger when he saw Mike walk in.

"It's coming right now!" Mike said and gave me a look of guilt. We helped him put some of the appetizers on trays he had brought and then the three of us carried them out to the coffee table in the center of the room. Navid gave me a look of pride when I set them down in front of him.

"Everything is ok, my love?" he whispered with a look of concern as the men crowded around the food. I nodded and he kissed my cheek.

"We're going to see the backyard!" I said and Navid quickly stood up to follow.

"I want to see how you like it," he said as we got into the kitchen. He set down his empty beer bottle and went for another from the fridge. He was going to get drunk, but it was ok since we weren't going anywhere.

Navid led me to a door I hadn't noticed in the corner of the kitchen. It opened to a small area of grass and a patio made from slate tiles. There were a few deep-seat woven chairs with high arms made from some black plasticky material. They were placed around a stone fire pit that was just a few feet across. Lining the perimeter was a continuous green wall of tall Italian Cypress trees that blocked the views of any neighbors. It was so quiet and peaceful like our own private garden.

"Oh wow! We are definitely adding this to our bingo card," I said to Navid and we both laughed thinking of the list we would make of places to fuck.

"Bingo?" Erik asked as I noticed he'd followed us outside.

"Uh, inside joke," I said and Navid pulled me against his chest and hugged me from behind.

"You two have spent too much time together, you're forming your own culture," Erik observed.

"Thanks," I said, deciding it was a compliment.

"I will leave you and Erik alone, my love" Navid said and kissed my forehead. "I should get back to the game while you boys catch up." He kissed me and went back inside as Mike was coming out with a tray of non-alcoholic drinks for us. I caught an annoyed look in Erik's eyes.

"Noah, you are going to LOVE the washer and dryer. We have the same ones and they are so smart and quiet! You'll really like cleaning things with the new appliances," Mike said as he set down the tray. Erik and I took chairs and Mike sat in the third.

"Oh yes," Erik said with heavy sarcasm. "Noah just adores good laundry!"

"You'll have to show me how to use them," I said ignoring Erik's jab.

"Or Navid could learn. Won't he be sharing the housework or is that just what us little princess gays do?" Erik suddenly seemed annoyed at the thought of me taking care of the house.

"I can't picture Navid or Karim doing any cleaning," Mike laughed. "I don't think they'd even know what to do."

"Noah is this really what you want? To be his little housewife?" Erik asked as he leaned towards me.

"It's what I can do to help out since he is paying for this. I'm going to school though. So eventually I will have a job... I hope," I said and sipped at the berry drink Mike had made.

"You hope? Look at these guys, Noah. I mean," Erik turned to Mike, "No offense, but it looks like Navid is setting you up to be a stay at home boy."

"Wait a second," Mike interrupted sounding abnormally aggressive. "I choose what I do with my life and so will Noah. Yeah I take care of the house and Karim, but that was my choice. I have side jobs sometimes when I choose to, but I like my life. Noah can make his own choices. I'd never tell him to not have a voice or make his own decisions."

They both got quiet and then I told them what Navid had said to me that morning and a few times before. It was something he had hinted at for awhile now, that I would be at home taking care of things while he made the money. I told them everything and realized I'd been ignoring my frustration for awhile now.

"I don't know that he listens to me when I say my opinions or thoughts sometimes. It's hard. I know how much he cares for me and he always tells me to let him know how I feel... but sometimes when I do say something it's like he doesn't hear me." I admitted.

"It's easy to let someone with a strong personality bulldoze you, but in the long run he won't respect you if you never have an opinion or defend something you care about!" Mike was not pleased when I told him what Navid had said.

"I know, but what if he doesn't like it?" I bit my lip as my true fear came out, the fear of disappointing him.

"Then fuck him. He's not the only man out there who will want you," Erik said as though it were that simple or that Navid could be substituted by any other man on earth.

"Oh Noah, that boy loves you more than you know. He told Karim he had to beg his parents to increase his monthly budget so he could afford this place for you. Now he's scrambling to get his business going, and Karim is helping him all he can. He is crazy about you. Why else would he risk everything to be with you? To impress you? He could easily just sleep around with guys all he wants. He's pretty handsome. And you know Persian men are pretty hung. I don't think all of that is going to change just because you stand up for yourself," Mike assured.

"I want to, but he does so much for me. I want to make sure I'm worth it. I mean look at this beautiful place!" I didn't feel as confident as he did in Navid's attachment to me.

"You really worry about that, Noah?" Erik asked with an incredulous look.

"Of course! He's hot and so outgoing and everyone loves him. He's smart, wealthy, charming, everything I'm not... People don't look at me like that," I said.

"Look, when I got with Karim, I was a mess. I was into every bad thing. I needed a daddy to step in and clean me up. That's what he did. But after awhile I was ready to stand on my own. He didn't like it at first, and I had to compromise some. But now I do work, a little. I do some side jobs and get to do my creative arts. But if I'm at home cooking him dinner, it's because that's what I love to do. You should do what you love to do and make him understand what is important to you," Mike said and reached to take my hand.

"If you're just the quiet boy who can be put away when not in use, eventually he'll forget to take you out and play with you at all," Erik said with a sigh.

"That's true, push back every now and then so he has something to chase. Especially push back when it's something you care about," Mike agreed.

"Noah, you've spent your whole life trying to fade away, blend in, stay quiet and out of the way. You have no idea that you have something worth looking at. You don't see how cute you are and I've never understood that." Erik clapped my shoulder as though trying to wake me up.

"I just love him so much. I want to be everything he wants. I don't know what I'd do without him." I felt like tearing up. I hadn't realized how much I'd held back and how conflicted I felt over wanting my own dreams while worrying I'd disappoint him.

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"A timer beeps in kitchen! Something readies or burns!" Navid called as he opened the patio door suddenly to interrupt us.

"Oh fuck!" Mike yelled and ran inside.

Navid laughed until his eyes found me. His smile flattened into a line and he immediately flashed anger towards Erik.

"Why he look sad? What did you do? Why you upset him?" Navid accused Erik as he came for me and knelt in the grass between my legs.

"I didn't..." Erik started, but I interrupted.

"I'm not sad. It's just hitting me that this is all ours. We're finally in a place that is both of us." I tried to look happy.

Navid wasn't buying it. "He upsets you. He is not good friend, Noah."

Erik started to speak, but I interrupted, "It's not like that. He's my best friend. He's looked out for me all these years. You'd be the same if you were my friend and I was dating someone else."

"I am your best friend, and if you were dating another man... I'd put him in a box, cover with the heavy tape, and mail him to Pakistan," Navid said with complete sincerity.

Erik laughed at that. "Look dude, I have to make sure Noah is ok, that you hear his voice. He's never been good at pushing for what he wants. I don't want him to get crushed. That's why I can't just stay out of it."

Navid turned to Erik and considered this. "Ok. I understand this and I thank you for being a good friend all these years. You do great work to help him stay a sweet boy. But I protect him now. I listen to my baby and make him happy. This is my job now. You can take the chill pills."

"Look, I don't want to make an enemy of you... for Noah's sake I want us to get along. But I'm always going to be there to make sure he's ok. He does the same for me. He's like my brother," Erik sounded nostalgic and for a second I thought back to the summer days of High School when we'd spend hours just goofing around his house and hanging out at the mall.

"Let's have a nice night, ok? I need my two people to be at peace," I said to both of them.

"Ok, my love," Navid kissed me and rubbed his nose against mine with a smile that said he was going to try. "Oh! And I have friend coming that I know will be after Erik."

"Yeah? Persian guy? I don't know about that," Erik laughed, but his interest was clearly piqued.

"Palestinian, but he likes boys like you who have a lot of fight in them. He was raised here and is more... open," Navid said as he put his hands on my sides and rubbed me like a pet. "Now come inside. There is a party waiting."

Navid took my hand and I followed him back into the house with Erik behind me.

The rest of the night I stayed by Navid. We ate and everyone sat around our new living room talking happily and listening to music. Navid kept me at his side with his arm around me. He was opening up more with this new group of friends who all seemed to be into guys.

Erik warmed up to the Palestinian guy. His name was Nasri and I'd never met him before. He had on a tank top that showed a well-developed chest of muscles. He was tall and handsome with slicked-back black hair and large, friendly eyes. He was maybe a few years older than Navid and clearly had eyes for Erik. He spoke with a California accent and I watched as they flirted playfully with each other.

Erik was obviously taken with the guy, and they disappeared into the darkness of the backyard after a while. I wanted to go spy on them, but Navid seemed to think that was childish. We sat on the corner of the couch next to Karim who squeezed into the big chair with Mike.

Mike kept getting up to put out more food or refresh everyone's drinks. He really liked to play the waiter when Middle Eastern men were the customers. I was really grateful though when he eventually went into the kitchen and I heard him cleaning up.

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Navid sent me to bed before the party was over. I was yawning against his chest while everyone else was wide awake. After the third time I fell asleep against his chest, he nudged me to my feet and led me to the stairs. He came up with me and sat on the bed to watch as I brushed my teeth and then changed into a pair of flannel boxers and a tank top. It was a warm night.

Navid tucked me in and promised he'd be up to sleep as soon as everyone was gone.

"Noah?," he asked softly as I was drifting off. "I know Erik is important to you. I invite him to more. I just worry he influence you to be like... like him. I love how you are. So many of boys like him get into bad things or bad people so early and ruin the self. You don't know of these things and I protect you from them."

"Ok," I yawned and struggled to keep my eyes open as he stared down at me and rubbed my chest. It registered with my brain that we would need a serious conversation soon, but my body was exhausted and his soothing rubs always put me to sleep. I felt his lips on mine as I drifted off.

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The next morning I woke up against Navid's heartbeat. I wasn't sure what time he'd gotten to bed, but his heavy snoring told me he was out. I was wiggling out of his arms to go pee when I noticed Erik was right behind me with his nose against Navid's shoulder. I sat up and looked at the two of them. For some weird reason I tried to imagine them together. Navid would go crazy at how much Erik talked about sex and critiqued every guy he thought was hot.

I laughed for a minute at the thought of the fights they would have. I don't think they would have lasted long. That made my stomach knot when I thought of what Erik and Mike had said about pushing back on Navid when he got too controlling or didn't listen to what I said. Was his love strong enough to handle it? Was my love strong enough to stay silent?

I tip-toed off to the bathroom and was halfway through pissing when it dawned on me that Erik should not be waking up in our bed. We'd shared a bed hundreds of times sleeping over at each others' houses, and I didn't think anything sexual about it. But seeing him there with Navid put a weird streak of jealousy in me.

I washed my hands and headed back to bed. Navid had rolled over towards Erik. He always reached for me in his sleep. If I woke up early and was playing on my phone, he'd roll to me without waking up and cuddle me. I was his security blanket, his stuffed animal to hold. Naturally, his body had gone for the closest warm figure which was Erik. They were facing each other with Erik's face tucked in under Navid's chin. Navid had his arms wrapped securely around Erik and Erik's arms were tucked in between their chests.

"Babe," I said, crawling into bed behind Navid. I pawed at his back and he rolled over to hold me. It took about six seconds before he awoke with a start as his body figured out there was a surplus of Noah's in the bed.

"What? Woah! Oh... Yeah..." Navid sat up and wiped his face with a sniffle. "Um yeah Erik spends night here."

"Yeah, why?" I said with a laugh. I wasn't upset. I knew Erik wouldn't have tried anything with him. As much as Erik liked new experiences, he would never betray me nor I him.

"He is drunk. I can no permit he drives," Navid stumbled through groggy English.

"You gave him alcohol? You never let me drink!" I protested and got a weird look from Navid as though that were the last thing I should be upset about.

"I certainly no give him alcohol! I will never do this to underage! Is crime, Noah!" Navid whispered as though someone could hear us.

"Oh, he just took it. Yeah, he likes to drink. But why is he sleeping here? We have a couch and other bed," I asked.

"He is drunk and there are many men sleeping here so I bring him here to protect him so he does not end up doing things. This is safe place. None of my friends will dare cross to where my princess sleep," Navid said.

"They're all still here? Like sleeping? Hah I missed a party!" I am not a night owl. I never have been.

"Shut up, Noah! Please," Erik called and waved a hand towards me from under the covers.

"You need some headache stuff?" I asked looking at Erik's puffy eyes. He nodded and I started to head off to the kitchen to get him some water and pills. Navid accompanied me.

The guest room had two figures in the bed and one on the floor swaddled in a quilt. The couch had been pulled out into a bed. I didn't know it could do that. It held another bundle of guys sleeping head to feet.

Nasri was curled up in the big chair with a throw blanket over him. He looked beautiful with the morning sun creeping over him. I went to get a closer look, but Navid grabbed my arm and gave a disapproving scowl. He pushed me towards the kitchen and got some juice and tylenol for himself.

By the time everyone woke up, they all looked pretty beat up. Mike made a big breakfast and looked fresh as ever since he didn't drink. Everyone ate slowly and whispered. All the drapes and blinds were closed tightly. It was just after noon when everyone finally cleared out. Nasri and Erik were the last to leave and they parted with a sweet kiss. We were finally alone in our new home.

"I'm sorry, Noah. I didn't know everyone would end up sleeping here, but we all just ended up talking all night. Everyone felt so comfortable here. It's your spirit, you make a nice home," Navid said.

"It's great! This is crazy. I've never been to one of those parties where you wake up to people crashed all over the place. It's like we're the cool place to be now! Even Erik had an awesome time. He definitely enjoyed Nasri!" I laughed.

"Uh yes. Apparently they already explored each other. I had to stop it and take Erik to bed with us. He did not wish to go, but I tell Nasri not here and he tells Erik to go. That is not the way to find love, Noah. This is what I mean about he is not good influence... but I am happy you enjoy the night. Your happiness is worth it all," Navid said and kissed me.

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The next week was Thanksgiving break so we had time to break in the new house. I wanted Navid to go with me to my dad's sister's house in Thousand Oaks for the Thanksgiving dinner, but he said he had business to catch up on while I was gone with my father.

Everything was going ok at my aunt's place until my cousin Emma dropped that I was dating a muslim guy while we were in the kitchen helping cook the meal. She always thought it was fun to start problems.

"Oh no, that's... They're dangerous, Noah," she said as my cousin laughed at her mother's xenophobia.

"He's not dangerous. He's a great guy, and he loves me. He just wants a chance at the American dream," I defended.

"And your father knows this? Oh Noah, I have a nice boy who started working at my office. I'm pretty sure he's... one of you. I think you might like him. He's very handsome. I could invite him to dinner tonight!" She offered.

"No! I am really happy. He loves me and we just moved in together. He's a really great guy. I wanted to bring him tonight, but he was busy," I said. Navid had texted me every 20-30 minutes to make sure I was ok and having fun. We had been glued together that whole week, and it felt weird to be out of his touch.

"Noah has a nice guy who is crazy about him, leave it alone," My dad said, surprising me as he came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"And you're ok with this?" My aunt pleaded. She was on a quest.

"If Noah is happy, and he has someone who respects him, cares for him, listens to him, loves him... That's all a father can hope for! It's his life, and I'm glad he has someone so supportive to help make it a nice one. He's happy, I'm happy," My dad said firmly.

"And he does all that? You're sure? I don't want you ending up wearing one of those head to toe black sheets and never speaking English again," My aunt said, always poking at the wrong thing.

"Yeah, he's great... of course I'm sure!" I turned and took a tray of potatoes out to the dining room. I was sure about most of it. I would work on the rest.

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