Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2017 19:36:30 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Noah's Starship Ch. 20

Thanks for your patience. I got caught up writing Kasper's Den. I was
surprised how many people missed Noah.

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[Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella]

+{Noah's Starship}+

-+-[Ch. 20]-+-

~By Emri~

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"What's wrong, Noah? What hurt my love?" Navid squatted down in front of me
in his business suit. He looked so handsome and grown. He barely resembled
the easygoing foreign muscle-jock I'd met a year and a half ago.

He never just flopped his black hair back anymore. Now he had it cut
shorter, gelled into spikes combed to the right. It was thinning in some
places. It looked good though, added to his daddy appeal. Graduation, a
career, the little home we shared were turning him into a man. I felt like
his child sometimes when he picked me up from campus.

I knew he wanted to lift me up from where I perched atop a low wall that
held in the plants outside the health building where he usually met me. I
had my knees drawn up into my chest with my arms folded across them. My
chin was resting on my knees when he found me. He was on the phone, but
quickly finished up when he saw my face and came to squat in front of me.

"I failed... I failed," I said quietly. I was beating myself up pretty badly
and lost in my thoughts. I needed a hug, but didn't feel like I deserved
one. I wanted him to yell at me. I reached down to take the folded paper
out of my pocket. It was the grade sheet from my project for the Biology
class. Science always bites me in the bottom, and not in an enjoyable way
like Navid does.

"You work hard to study for this, my love. I hate that you hurt," Navid
whispered.

"It sucks. I did my best and... it sucks," I sighed. I had a hard time
meeting his eyes.

"Well... I tell you this, Noah. Taking five classes is hard for you. You are
good boy who does too much. You take care of the home for perfect
condition, take care of  me, and then take five class. We try this and it
does not work, so next semester we know. Ok?" Navid explained.

I wasn't in the mood for an "I-told-you-so" speech, even if he looked
handsome squatting in front of me and putting his hands on my legs. Was he
saying he expected me to fail? I always suspect he just has me in college
so he knows where I am during the day, something to keep me entertained.
Did he really not expect me to succeed?

He squeezed my right calf muscle and looked at me with sad eyes. He knew I
wasn't happy. He got that fatherly look like he just wanted to give me
whatever it was that would pacify me.

I just shook my head. I didn't have it in me to argue with him. He knew his
answer didn't make me feel better. He stood and offered me his hand.

"Come, my baby. We get take-out food tonight and I make you feel better at
home," he said in a low voice. I sat there for another minute berating
myself in my head for imaginary things I could have done to get a better
grade. In reality I'd done my best. I hate science.

"I'm going to fail and have to take it all over again. I wasted your money
on tuition. All this work was for nothing," I looked at his eyes. He was
trying to figure out what to do with me. I always felt like I was his child
when we had these talks. He was so authoritative, parental.

"Noah please. We talk about this at home. I am hungry and tired for day and
need hold my baby at home. You always feel better in my arms." He sat down
next to me and put his arm around me. He pulled me against his side and
laid his head on mine even though people were passing by and could see us.
"Do you want I carry you? I will do for you, but please is time to go
home."

"I belong at home? That's where I should be the rest of my life? I should
stop wasting your money on classes?" I whispered. The tone of his words
made it seem that way.

"What you are saying? What waste of money? You always belong in my home
with your protector, my love. You always have place in my arms," Navid
brushed back my hair and tried to comfort me. I sighed. He was confused by
my response. He wasn't trying to pick a fight so why did I feel defensive?

"Let's just go home then so I can be your quiet boy who just smiles and
says `Yes sir!' to whatever you wish. I don't need to be smart there," I
said and put my feet down on the ground. Navid slipped off my backpack and
carried it. He never let me carry things.

We started towards the car, but then he stopped and turned back towards me.

"You are not happy with this," he said and turned to look at me.

"I belong at home, not learning anything, just being your obedient boy," I
echoed his sentiment, but then it hit me that he wasn't saying that at all.
I was so busy beating myself up in my head that I had started to take it
out on him.

"That is not what I say... You are smart boy! So capable! What did professor
say when you talk to him about your grade?" Navid asked, realizing he'd
made my hurt worse.

"I couldn't talk to him, Navee... I just left! He's so mean! I wouldn't
even know what to say. That's the grade he gave me. I would have just cried
in front of everyone," I reasoned.

"Noah you have to talk to the teacher to find out what you can fix! They
are paid to help you grow and instruction. This failing mark is not carve
in rock. You negotiate! Let us go talk to your professor. I have him two
years back. He is very nice man. Maybe he tells you how to fix this for
best grade," Navid said and turned back towards the campus.

"No! We can't go talk to him! I'll look like an idiot for bothering him. He
hates me!" I protested.

"He is not mean. He wants that the students take this serious. He wants
that they respect him as professor and not behave like bad children in his
course. You are serious student. You sit in front row and study hard. You
are early every day and never skip away the class. He will help if you ask
with respectful attitude," Navid assured and led me to the science
building.

I'd never gone up to a professor's office before. It seemed scary and off
limits. It was late afternoon so I prayed that he was already gone for the
day. Navid knew right where his office was. When we approached, the door
was open and some old orchestra music was playing.

"Professor Redman? I don't know if you remember me. I took your class a few
years past," Navid said as he peered into the open door. I felt like I was
back in high school with my dad having a parent conference.

"Navid Naseri! Of course! How are you? I still have that article you sent
me that your father wrote. Very interesting research! Come in, come in!" A
jovial voice sounded from the room. It didn't sound at all like the guy who
barked lectures from the front of the auditorium class.

"Terrific! I graduate last year thanks to your help, sir!" Navid turned on
the charm. "Do you have time to talk? I know you are very busy!"

He invited him inside and I followed. His smile turned to confusion when he
saw me, but they made happy small talk and Navid opened him up. I could see
the professor's eyes begin to glow as Navid praised him and recollected old
times in his course. He was working his charm. It was like watching two old
friends. They ignored me as I sat by his side. Finally though Navid turned
to the topic of me.

"I am tutoring Noah here. He is very troubled for his grade. He tries very
hard but maybe he misunderstands what to do? I try to work with him on his
science. We always review your lectures from the notes he takes. You always
explain things so perfect, but he still need to review from the textbook
with me. He wants to know how to be successful in the course," Navid took
the grade sheet with my failure and handed it to the professor.

He put on his glasses as though he hadn't seen it before. He went over to a
box and pulled out the nice presentation folder I'd prepared with Navid. We
used one of his clear plastic business presenters and even made a cover
page in color. We'd worked hard on it together. The professor brought it
back and thumbed through it with Navid. They looked over my errors.

I didn't say a word as they discussed my project and where I had gone
wrong. They were men, grownups, negotiators. They formed a connection I
didn't share. Navid turned on the charm again and the professor began to
soften on my work.

He said he had seen me working hard and taking notes in class. Navid
pointed out that I never missed a day. The professor admitted that an
assistant had graded some of the projects and was probably too hard on me.
He also said I needed to speak up in the class and answer some questions
when he asked them to show I was paying attention. Navid had told me that a
hundred times. He looked over at me with those I-told-you-so eyes. Once
again I felt like I was in grade school with my dad going to parent-teacher
conferences.

The professor gave me a few things to redo from the project and Navid
assured that we would spend the weekend fixing it. The professor smiled and
said I should do just fine in the course. He agreed to give me a fresh
grade when I turned it in. I couldn't believe that worked. Navid was my
hero. He really could fix anything. They went back to small talk about
Navid's career and how the Dodgers were doing this season. I tried to smile
and nod, but I had zoned out.

"Well thank you so much, sir! I know my Noah will work harder. He just need
the direction and guidance to do better. I tell him to speak up and talk
with professors. These young generation does not know to do that," Navid
assured. The professor agreed and ranted for a few minutes about my
generation. With that we all shook hands and left.

"You were SO awesome in there! You were crazy good! He was ready to give me
an A! We could have gotten anything," I squealed as we bounded down the
stairs.

"I am your man. This is what I do. I make things work so everyone is
happy," Navid laughed as though surprised by my response and lack of
confidence in him.

"He is going to let me redo it and get a better grade! I can't believe you
got him to do that. You're the best! How did you even do that?" I glowed.
Navid beamed with pride. He adjusted my backpack on his shoulder and then
took my hand as we walked to the parking garage.

"Noah this is what I do all day. I make people find good solutions and
everyone is happy and... I believe in you Noah. You do not waste my money
here. You are very smart boy who will do great things. I believe in you. I
always believe in you. You do not believe in your own self," Navid said as
though I hadn't been paying attention the last year.

"I'm sorry I got all upset with you. I know you love me and you work so
hard for us. I just freaked and... you saved me. You always save me," I
apologized.

"I deserve reward for do good for my baby?" Navid asked as though there was
any doubt.

"Dude! Seriously big reward. Whatever you want," I said. I wanted to
squeeze his bulge, but having him hold my hand as we walked on campus was a
big enough step for us. Public indecency could wait.

"I have surprise in the car! Is great excitement for you!" Navid said
happily. He put his hand in the center of my back and nudged me towards the
parking garage where he parked every day and walked to get me. He didn't
want me waiting in the pick-up line with the other car-less students.

He could have just pulled up to pick me up from class, but he always liked
to come get me. He paid the $200 for the pass each semester. He liked to
work on his laptop sometimes in the student lounge and use my code for the
wi-fi. It reminded him of less stressful days when he was just a student
there, and didn't have a boy to support, a mortgage to pay. I'd find him
near the coffee place going over deals or talking to clients on the phone.
He was usually there before me, but sometimes he would get stuck somewhere
and I'd sit and wait for him.

He put my backpack in the trunk next to his work bag and opened my door to
let me in the passenger side.... helpless little me. I knew better than to
open the door myself. I let him be the gentleman. He closed the door behind
me and got in the car to drive away. He flipped to the news station on the
radio and started driving towards our house with no mention of the
surprise. He hummed a little tune and commented on the weather report.

"Well? Surprise? Where is it?" I demanded and grabbed his thigh. I loved
these suit pants on him. They were just tight enough to show his thick,
muscled thighs and hug his impossible-to-hide bulge. He always seemed to
close big deals when I laid them out for him in the mornings.

"I have it here somewhere I think..." Navid laughed at my eagerness and
fished for something in the side pocket of his car as he drove. He got a
sudden look of disappointment.

"Oh Noah!" Navid said as we stopped at a red light. "I think it is with the
trunk. I don't find it here. We will be home soon."  He looked at me with
apologetic eyes.

"Well what is it? You can't do this to me! Tell me! Please now!" I howled.
I wanted my surprise. I could be a total brat with him. He encouraged it.
It made him laugh and pet my head. He said I was a perfect Persian princess
when I demanded gifts from him.

"You will wait, my impatient baby. We are home soon. You will get surprise
and I get my reward. THEN we get to work on your science! You will be great
scientist by the end of this weekend." Navid joked.

I fumed quietly in the passenger seat, but I held his hand tightly. I
couldn't be too mad at him.

"Maybe I can change my clothes first? This suit is hot and long day," Navid
said when he locked the front door behind us.

"Please! No..." I whispered, but then I thought about what he'd just done for
me. I couldn't really refuse. He'd done his job for me that day. I needed
to be kind to him.

"Almost, Noah. Be patient, ok?" Navid asked.

"Ok, but hurry please?" I followed him up the stairs. We went into our
bedroom and he set his work bag on top of the dresser. I wanted to go dig
in it for my surprise. He checked something on his phone as he struggled
out of his suit as if I wasn't there waiting for what he'd promised. He was
being intentionally slow and kept looking at me with that mischievous
smile. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Please!" I whined as he was fumbling with his pants. I couldn't take it
anymore. He let his pants dropped and stepped out of his shoes as he took
them off. He stood in front of me looking sexy as fuck in a pair of tight,
mocha briefs that nearly matched his skin. He peeled off his socks and
tossed them towards the hamper. They missed, but it was an admirable
attempt.

"Ok, my love. My whining baby boy. Is time for your gift," Navid laughed
and went for his bag. He brought over a long flat black box tied with a
white ribbon. He knelt on one knee in front of me.

"You're proposing?" I squealed excitedly and put my hands up to cover my
mouth.

"No. Oh baby, no you misunderstand... Just... just open!" Navid rolled his
eyes. Sometimes he accidentally stumbled into the customs of my culture in
ways he didn't intend.

"Oh, sorry," I laughed and untied the ribbon. I opened the box and inside
there was a small, black leather portfolio with a white cursive
inscription.

"Noah, I'll travel the world for your love," I read out loud as I traced a
finger over the cursive script. I picked it up and opened it to find my new
passport inside.

"It came," Navid said. "I had the case for it picked out a month ago. Now
you can go with me when I travel. We won't need for worry. Look at back!"

I turned it over to the back. It was engraved with, "Noah Naseri" and had
his cell phone number and email address.

"You gave me your last name? I'm not Noah Kinney anymore?" I laughed.

"You're my boy. I don't want doubt that you're part of my family, that I am
responsible party for you. This will matter when we go through
international customs. They will honor small clues like this in my parts of
the world," Navid said.

"It's beautiful! It's so perfect! I can't wait to go somewhere... Um I mean I
hope we don't have to go anywhere," I remembered that it was for
emergencies in case Navid was asked to leave the country. So far that
hadn't happened. He was doing well with his business and things seemed to
be going back to normal. I leaned forward and kissed him. I didn't deserve
such a thoughtful and loving man. He took care of me so well.

"Keep looking! More is in the box!" Navid said excitedly. He bit his lip as
he watched me with joyful eyes. He leaned down and kissed my knee then put
his chin on it to look up at me as I took a note from the box. His lips
spread into a smile anticipating what I would read.

"I owe you one super exciting trip this summer to a secret destination," I
read the note aloud.

"Yes! My parents will come with us and bring my family so you meet
everyone. We will have best summer ever. All my loves in one place! You
will get full experience of crazy Naseri tribe! All family will be there
and you will be with me," Navid spoke rapidly with excitement.

"Everyone?" I asked and pictured myself surrounded by his culture. I
couldn't wait.

"Hopefully. These things hard to plan, but there are many countries neutral
for Iran and the US. We are prepared! See your handsome little picture? My
light California boy smiles happy," Navid opened the passport and showed
me. I did look happy. I remember him taking me to get the pictures made and
then to apply for the passport.

"Next we just need decide how we make us legal couple. I don't wish that we
are separated when we travel... It will be easier for us if..." Navid started.

"If we get married? What about your parents? Wouldn't they freak? What
about having everyone there? Would we have like a wedding and stuff?" I
asked. We hadn't ever really hammered this out. I'd actually suggested that
they might take it better if they found out about us if we got married. A
friend had suggested it, but Navid didn't really discuss it.

"Well... They will be upset when is revealed. But... I know it will be easier
if they know you and I have commitment to each other. Is better to explain
that I am with my boy with commitment instead of I am with my boy enjoying
his beautiful body. I think about this often. Is it not better to at least
tell them that I have made commitment to the boy they love instead of I
take advantage of the boy they love? They do love you, Noah," Navid
assured.

I knew how they felt about me. I'd spent a lot of time talking to his
father. He liked to skype with me over the internet. We talked about a lot
of things but always danced around the topic of what I meant to his son,
what I was doing taking care of his son's home. We talked about everything
but that. I spent more time than Navid talking to his father. I couldn't
imagine him not wanting me for a son-in-law.

"We could also do other means..." Navid started. His smile flattened out to
indicate he didn't think I'd be receptive to what he had to say.

"Like... what? Domestic partners?" I asked. Since marriage was now legal, I
didn't think anyone still did that.

"Well no... Karim propose it as way to not upset my parents..." Navid said
slowly as though he knew I was going to be pissed when he finished his
thought.

"Like?" I prodded impatiently.

"I can adopt you. Is legal in this country even though you have more than
18 years of age. Is a way to say I am your caretaker and anything I have
belongs to you. You would have my name... you would be my boy and... my parents
they will understand this better," Navid explained.

"Your child? Really? You want me to be your child? How is that... I mean why
would we... Er... That's kinda weird, no?" I asked. I pulled away from him.

"I know you will not like this, Noah. I know is not good option, but is way
to make sure that all I have is yours if anything happen to me. Is also
good for travel to show we are family... and you will have my name. Noah
Naseri my official boy." Navid tried to smile like this was a good idea.

"No! I have a father! Why would you want to be my dad? That would be
weird," I insisted.

"Is just for legal purpose. Is just so you are taken care of by me and... the
world knows you belong to me," Navid stared at me with eyes that begged me
to be ok with this.

"No way! Then what if we wanted to get married later? We couldn't because
um that's gross and illegal if you're my dad!" I pushed him away gently and
stood up to pace around the room.

"I know this will upset you. I know is not what you want or deserve, but... I
give you time to think about it. Ok? We talk about it another day. Is just
a thought for you to chew." Navid was handling me like a client he had to
break bad news to. He was putting on his best sales routine.

"No! I don't want that. I love you. I want everyone to know that. I don't
want to be your child. I already feel like your child most days. You cart
me around and fix all my problems... I just... No..." I shuddered. Navid came to
hold me from behind.

"Ok, ok. We won't do that. I upset you... Do I still get my reward?" Navid
asked to lighten the mood.

"Sorry dad, Uncle Sam says I can't play with your dick anymore," I shot
back. It wasn't a good time for his humor.  I sat back down on the bed and
Navid knelt in front of me.

"Don't be gross, princess. You know how I feel about you. I try to make a
lifetime commitment in way that is good for both my new culture and old
one. Ok though... no adoption. We will find a way. I need to make legal
lifetime with you. You deserve this." Navid relented.

"So we're going to tell them then?" I asked excitedly.

"There is much to do before then. I have to ask your father's permission...
and yours. And then we have to go through the process to do it. Plus we
need ring for my baby," Navid said as he stood up from the floor. He got on
the bed behind me and pulled me back to lie down with him.

"Dad will be easy. He wishes you were his son instead of me," I told Navid
as he pulled me into his chest. I laid my head on his shoulder and his
fingers rubbed down to my ass.

"This is not true," Navid laughed. He knew he was good at charming my
father. The fact that Navid provided for me, loved me, and kept me safe
made my dad like him more.

"It is. He can `bro-out' with you, talk sports and cars and fixing things.
I never measure up with those things. You're the kind of son he probably
thought I would grow to be," I noted. I wasn't upset about it. I loved that
my dad and he got along so well. My dad had told me many times he was
pleased I had someone like Navid.

He didn't explicitly state it, but I know he meant that he expected me to
end up with a guy who seemed more... like me. I know he loved having Navid to
do guy things with and seeing me with someone who could defend me brought
him peace. He never expected his son to end up with a former Persian army
guy who liked beer and sports.

"He like me because I take care of his baby. He know you are safe with me
and you have every need fulfilled by me. I take care of my boy. I will
never allow for something hurt you. Do not forget that my father spend more
times talking to you than he does me! He never calls me without ask `How is
Noah?' Often he ask that of me before asks how I am! It puts me very
jealous!" Navid feigned anger and kissed my forehead.

It was true. I still talked to his dad a lot. He was thoughtful and liked
to talk about the differences in our cultures and daily experiences. He
would listen to my problems with school and even helped tutor me some when
Navid was busy. He was different from my dad. He was very intellectual and
knew so much about world cultures.

He helped me understand Navid sometimes too. He explained why Navid reacted
certain ways and the culture he came from. We never discussed the "G" word
(gay) or anything romantic about my relationship with his son. We connected
on a different level.

"I guess both our parents love both of us very much. Hopefully they still
will after they find out about us. If we get married, will we send them an
invitation?" I asked. I pictured them sitting in the front row to witness
the most important moment of my life. I pictured them smiling with tears in
his mother's eyes while she clutched a tissue from her purse. I pictured
his brothers and family wishing us well.

I dreamed about it, but I knew it was fantasy. We could hope for
acceptance, not celebration.

"Ahh, we will see what happen there. Is concept they do not understand. Is
not something we do in my culture," Navid said and took a gulp of air.

"It's ok. I know this is hard for you. I can't imagine what it's like. I'll
be patient. I promise. We don't have to rush," I said. I remembered how he
would have reacted just a year ago. He was so scared of anyone finding out
about us. He'd come a long way since then. I couldn't have ever imagined us
even having a conversation like this. He would have stopped me, frozen up,
changed the topic, or gotten upset.

"I will do what is best for my Noah. Ok? I will make my princess happy as
he deserves," Navid assured. I snuggled into his side, my face against his
chest. I rubbed his stomach and reached up to squeeze his pecs. His
workouts were getting fierce. He was a rock... my rock.

"Yes sir. I'll make you happy too. I promise," I said and kissed his
nipple. I rubbed the tip of my tongue across it and hit a ticklish spot. He
giggled and pulled away.

"You always make me happy. Just to know you are comfortable makes my heart
to peace." Navid kissed my forehead and pulled me against him. He rubbed
his hand down to my ass and squeezed it playfully. It was his.

"I love you so much. You do everything to take care of me. I just want to
be your boy forever. I don't know what I'd do without you. I don't even
want a ring, just your name and promise." I needed him so much it hurt.

"You must have ring! My princess needs my marking. I already have my ring
from you. It fit me so tight and feels so good on my cock," Navid growled
and slid his fingers into my shorts to touch my hole. He pressed against it
and a little gasp escaped me. He always made my body electric when he
touched it. He strummed my hole.

"Yeah? It's yours, Navee. All for you... uhhhh... fuck! Talk to me in Persian?"
I asked.

"What? For why? You want my language?" Navid laughed. He never used it with
me.

"It just sounds so hot. Like your voice drops an octave and you sound like...
fuck," I hissed as his finger wormed its way inside me, stretching me for
him.

He started talking in his language. The rumbling tones that came from deep
within his throat had me pulsing with heat. My body shivered as he
finger-fucked me and mumbled beautiful Persian phrases in my ear.

"Ahadi di sharam," I closed my eyes and mimicked him. Navid laughed and sat
up with surprise.

"What was this you say? Is not Persian! This is what you think Persian
sound like?" he laughed so hard his abs shook. He kissed my forehead.

"It's what you said," I insisted. I blinked up at him with the innocent
eyes he loved.

"I do not say this! I say doostat daraam haruz bish az ruz...." He continued
on. I got lost again in the deep tones that resonated in little shockwaves
from my hole to my heart. I was so hard against him. I humped against his
thigh as he gushed sweet phrases.

"That's fucking hot," I noted. I slid my hand down over his abs and gripped
his fat bulge. I wagged it and pumped it in my hand as it tented his
briefs.

"It mean I love you. I am always think of you, my love. You are my
beautiful baby princess," Navid explained.

"Fucking hot," I echoed and rubbed his hard cock through the briefs.

"See now Noah! This is exactly why I do not teach Persian to you. It just
make me your kink. I am no fetish for you! You don't want me. You only want
my sexy language. I am merely toy for your sexual perversion," Navid acted
upset but then laughed.

"I can't help it. Everything about you makes me so fucking hard. Even when
you're just talking business with Karim through the car stereo system, I
want desperately to play with your cock. You're not my fetish, you're my
fantasy," I reached down to unzip my shorts. I pushed them down as his hand
stretched the back of my briefs, playing with my hole.

"I know this, my sweet baby. Is a heavy curse that I bear. I try to use
only the ugly English with my baby or he turns into wicked sex monster. I
cannot control your powerful princess lust. I feel your little pussy twitch
and feels so good," he joked.

"Don't stop the Persian please," I whined and sat up to struggle out of my
shirt. I tossed it on the floor and laid back in his arms. I gripped his
bulge and pumped his cock while my teeth found his nipple.

He let out another long string of beautiful noises and then translated for
me as I fished his cock out of his briefs. It thumped up against his
stomach, hard, dark, and eager. I gripped it and pumped it until it
rewarded me with a taste of his precum.

"I want to do to you what springtime does for the flowers," he translated.

"That's so beautiful, Navee. It's like poetry," I said and froze to look up
at him.

"Is true, my princess. I want make you to blossom, to open for me so I may
sip at your nectar like the bee in need of sweetness. Your beautiful flower
opens for me, so tasty and warm. It is my favorite place in all of world,"
Navid whispered.

"Oh fuck that's hot." I slipped my cock out of my briefs and rubbed it
against his thigh. He fingered my hole with urgency and his other hand came
down to grip my shaft and pump it. He was learning to play with my cock. He
was growing, trying to do things he hadn't done with other guys just to
make me happy.

"You need daddy to seed you? You want the cock you beg for?" Navid asked.

I lifted off his chest and sat up just enough to look down at him. I bit my
lip and nodded. I rubbed his pecs and eyed him with longing. I bent over
and leaned down to suck his cock while he worked my hole. He responded by
sliding his finger off of me. Putting his hands on my hips and lifting me
up and over him so I could sit on his face while I nursed at his monster.

"Uhhhh," I whined as his thick wet muscle pushed past his lips and slurped
at my hole.

"My perfect boy pussy taste so good," he praised and lapped at my needy
hole. I slurped his cock. It was sweaty and musky from a day of hard work.
I tasted the salt of his sweat, the hint of piss at the tip as I hungrily
sucked at my prize. His cock doubled in size and went rigid as I started to
bob on him. I did this everyday, but it never got old. I never got used to
the girth and strength his pole possessed, the way it made my body weak and
needy for him.

"Fuck," I hissed as his tongue swirled around my canal. He lit me up like
New Year's in Bangkok. I'd never been there, but it has the word cock in it
so it has to be lit. I sucked down his meaty tool, hungry for it to piston
in and out of me. He pushed a finger inside me next to his tongue. They
danced in a well-rehearsed rhythm to stretch me for him.

"Mmmm," he mumbled happily as he ate his favorite snack. I bobbed up and
down on his cock as he put a hand to the back of my head, tangles his thick
fingers in my hair, and pushed me to take more of him. He pushed me down
hard, only letting me up to gasp for air or gag for space.

"You feel so good inside me," I mumbled thankful words when he let me up.

"I feel better when my cock is here," he said as his lips left my hole with
a little kiss. He smacked my cheeks to tell me I was ready for him. I
scrambled off of him, giving his cock one last kiss.

"You want me to seed you, love? You want to carry my babies? Little
Persians who will adore you?" Navid asked. It seemed like a serious
question.

"Yes sir," I said. "I'd like that." I meant it. The idea of having a little
family with him, even if I didn't have the proper equipment to give birth
to his children, filled my dreams.

I turned to face him and he pulled me on top of him, my knees straddling
his waist. He pulled me down for a kiss as he gripped his cock with one
hand and thumped it against my hole. He smacked my hole with the tip a few
times then pushed it against me. I moaned on his tongue as it slipped past
my lips and the thick head of his cock pushed inside me.

"Ahhh!" I pulled off his lips as he pushed inside me. He'd forgotten to use
lube and our collective spit down there wasn't up to the task. Navid slowly
eased out of me and apologized with a flurry of kisses as he sat up and got
one of the little bottles we keep stashed all around the house. He popped
it open with his teeth and then reached behind me to pour it between my
cheeks. His fingers squished it inside my hole and then he slathered some
on his shaft.

"Better, baby?" he asked as he reached for a t-shirt on the floor to wipe
his sticky fingers. I nodded and he put his hands on my hips. I leaned
forward against his chest as he thrust up inside me slowly. I buried my
face into his shoulder and whimpered as he pushed inside me.

"Fuck yes. You feel so good on me baby, my beautiful boy," Navid put his
hands on my ass and spread my cheeks as his cock pushed in deeper. I
breathed deeply as he slid in. I wanted more.

"Uh huh... yes fuck," I put my hands against his pecs, squeezed them as he
filled me full. He pushed in inch by inch, kissing and petting me,
whispering praises as I struggled to take him.

"My love," Navid whispered as he kissed my ear, nibbled on it. He shoved in
deeper until my ass rested against his balls. I took all of him. I
remembered how many weeks it took before he would even put the tip inside
me. He was always so afraid of hurting me.

"I got it," I gasped proudly and elicited a smile from Navid. He nodded to
me and kissed me, letting his cock sit inside me before he got down to it.

"It feel ok? You feel nice?" Navid asked, always concerned. I nodded.

"It feels so good, like I'm a part of you," I assured. I leaned down and
kissed his shoulder right in the spot I liked to bite and suck when he
fucked me hard.

"You are best part of me, the part I always think of," Navid whispered and
then added, "I can fuck you now? Feels ready for me?"

"Yes sir," I whined and started to slide off him. I liked that he let me be
on top sometimes, but he still didn't let me do much. He put his hands on
my ass and stopped me. He started to slowly rise and fall against the bed,
pushing inside me and then letting it slip out.

"Let me seed you, seed my pretty pussy boy," Navid growled. He started to
slide in and out of me, his thick shaft rubbing all the sensitive parts
that made me whimper, beg, howl, bite. I pushed my lips into his chest,
tasting his skin as I slurped and sucked the salt from it.

"Mmmm," I muffled my cries as my body was overtaken by chills each time he
pounded against my prostate. My cock was rock hard as it rubbed against his
abs. The soft fur of his tight skin made for the perfect rub to milk my
precum. I leaked a happy trail across his stomach.

"That's my boy. That's my good baby. Take my cock, feels good in your
little hole. You like that?" Navid whispered against my ear.

"Yes sir," I whined, impaled on his tool. "Persian?" I choked out.

Navid let out a slow string of incoherent words in that deep throaty voice
he used with his native tongue. "I love you," he translated. "My sun rises
in your eyes... You are my greatest treasure." He distracted me with hot
Persian phrases while he started to piston-fuck my hole. I collapsed
against his chest, overcome with need for him. He rocked me in his arms as
he shoved his cock in and out of me.

"Fuck," I whined. I was so hard for him. I felt my eyes roll back in my
head as I fought to keep them open, fought against the waves of ecstasy he
produced inside me. I was his.

"My precious boy. My sweet love. Take my cock. You whine for my seed. I
can't deny you," he mumbled as he bit and sucked on my earlobe. His strong
arms wrapped around my back as he lifted us off the bed and pounded me
deeper. His mile of cock snaked deep inside me.

"Uhhh," I gasped, out of words and thoughts. His cock consumed me. He
piston-fucked me and held me tightly against him as I licked and sucked my
way down to his nipple.

A ding interrupted us. Navid had recently gotten a smart watch as a gift
from a client who was a little too into him. It was an older white guy from
Orange County. We'd had dinner with him one night and he brought along his
partner, an equally old and bland guy who spent the evening complaining
about the traffic and saying LA was "simply filthy." Navid had met up with
them a few times and it had produced some sweet deals for him.

"The watch tells me it is time to stand up! Do I obey or continue to serve
my princess?" he asked. I laughed and smacked a hand against his shoulder.
"Fucking watch! I bet he put a camera in it it to watch us. He was so into
you."

"This is gross, Noah. He is nice old man with money to invest! I can serve
my watch and my princess," Navid proclaimed. He held me tightly and slid
off the bed to stand up. He backed me against the wall as my legs wrapped
around his waist, my arms around his shoulders. He'd never drop me. He held
me by the ass and leaned me against the wall. He pushed into me again,
pistoning in and out of me as I moaned and whined against his heartbeat.

"Fucking best boy butt ever," Navid praised into my ear as he shoved into
my deepest parts.

"You were made for me, Noah; my perfect gift from heaven," Navid assured
and piston-fucked my hole as my back banged against the wall, my head
protected by the back of his hand.

"Ow," I finally said as my shoulder banged against the wall and knocked a
picture off that was hanging nearby. He stopped, looked at me with
lust-filled eyes and nodded. He turned, clutching me to his chest and
headed back for the bed. His cock slipped out of me as we walked. I sighed.
He laid down on his back and turned me around so my back was laid back
against his chest, my legs spread, my hole awaiting his cock.

"Fuck, my Noah so beautiful," Navid praised as he looked over my chest and
rubbed it approvingly. My legs straddled his waist and propped myself up on
my feet, my back against his chest. His head was level with my nipple and
he leaned into me to bite and suck it as he lined up his cock with my hole
again. His other hand reached down to stroke my cock.

"I love you," I whispered, looking down at his head as he sucked at my
nipple.

"Noah nips, yum," he mused. "So perfect, my princess. I pop that boy butt
now," he laughed and leaned up for a kiss. He rubbed my leaky precum all
over my tummy as his cock shoved back up inside me.

"I seed my baby? You want daddy's cum?" Navid asked as he started to speed
up on my hole again. He pounded me, lifting up off the bed and pushing deep
inside me then ripping it back. He banged against the spots that sent me
close to the edge.

"Yes, Sir! I'm gonna cum. Oh I'm gonna cum. Fuck me!" I whined. His hand
gripped my cock and he pumped it slowly as my body started to shake in his
hold.  I wanted to grab my cock and speed it up, but he took his time and
did it just slow enough to keep me in that hazy, on-the-edge feeling.

"Cum for me, baby. Your little hole grips my cock so hard when I make you
cum." Navid started to bounce me hard on his cock and sent me over the
edge.

"Ahhhh fuck!" I yelled. He filled my hole and pumped my cock as I started
to spray cum all over my chest.

"Oh baby cum, yes," Navid praised as he watched my fountain shoot white
spurts up to my chest, my cheek, my chin. He looked up at me with proud
fascination as my body twisted and bucked in his arms. He bit and sucked my
nipple closest to him as he watched.

"Huhhhh," I whined and gasped as his thick cock pushed inside me and my
body jerked and tensed. Navid was bouncing me on his cock and looked pretty
close to finishing himself.

"You shoot so nice, baby. I am close to cum," Navid warned as he started
slamming up into me in hard, fast strokes, pounding the hole he owned.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" I shouted as my cock gave up a few more volleys and I
collapsed back against his chest. He rubbed a hand over my tummy, smoothing
out my cum and rubbing it into my nipples and chest. He slid the hand up to
my neck and then pushed two fingers past my lip so I could suck up the cum
he'd collected.

"Hot," he laughed. "Uh I cum!" he got suddenly serious and lifted us off
the mattress so he could pound me properly.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Navid growled as he started to fire off inside me. He
shoved in deep and held it while he fired off then withdrew and plunged in
again to deliver the next one.

"Yes! Give me your cum," I squealed as I felt his shots hit deep inside me
like some sort of internal video game that made me yelp every time he his
missiles hit their targets. I turned my face to stare down at him. I love
watching him finish.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Babe! Fuck!" Navid emptied his load in me, filling me with his
seed and squishing that fat cock as far in as he could.

His face contorted with ragged gasps for air as he gave me all he had. He
bared his teeth and his eyes opened and closed like he was alternating
between surprise and sleepiness. They were always a little different, his
orgasm faces. One time he looked like he saw something shocking in the
corner of the room, but then turned to smile like he decided he was ok with
it.

"FAhhhhh yuh!" He groaned with one last release as his neck arched and his
stomach rippled. He collapsed back against the bed and turned his head to
the side, gasping for air as we stared into each other's eyes.

"You... come," he mumbled and pulled me to swivel around on his cock. I sat
up and turned so I was facing him. I leaned down against his chest and his
arms wrapped around me. He rubbed a hand up into my hair and kissed the top
of it as his chest rose and fell to recover his breath.

"I love you so much, princess," he rasped and pushed my face up to look at
him. He leaned in and kissed me, swirling his tongue around my mouth.

"I love you too," I promised when our kiss broke. I snuggled into his chest
and we napped happily. His watch woke us an hour later. We went to shower
and then I made dinner while he caught up on work emails and phone calls.
They never ended.

"You always hum after I fuck you good," Navid noted when he came up behind
me in the kitchen. I was plating our dinner of salad and roasted lamb. He
put his arms around me and held me from behind as I worked. He never
offered to help with that stuff.

"You always fuck me good when I hum," I assured him as if that made any
sense.

"Is a cycle. We are made for each other," Navid laughed and kissed my neck.

After dinner, we got to work on my paper and project. There wasn't all that
much to change. I had formatting issues and I'd left out a few sections
that I was supposed to address in the outline he gave us. I'm really good
at writing, but when it comes to a scientific research paper I get lost and
confused.

We went to bed early, or at least I did. I fell asleep on his chest while
he answered some work emails and had a long conversation on the phone with
Karim. I dozed off to the lulling rhythm of his language.

+++

We took my dad for dinner on Sunday at his favorite place; one of those
sports grills with the giant televisions and an endless selection of
specialty beer from little craft places around Southern California. He and
Navid liked to share samples of their favorites.

"Well? What's the big news? What's going on with you two?" dad asked when
the hostess seated us.

"I failed my science project," I said, not ready to break the big news.

"You've never failed anything in your life! I'm shocked, Noah!" dad said
with wide eyes. "And for that you invited me for dinner? I could have
lectured you over the phone," he laughed.

"No worry, Mr. Kinney. I met with his professor and he has fixed it for a
new grade. We spend all of yesterday working to perfect it." Navid assured.

"Oh... That's great. Thanks... So then what's the big news?" dad figured out
that wasn't it. Navid squeezed my hand under the table. Dad looked between
us as though trying to figure things out.

"Would you like to hear about our craft beers?" the waiter interrupted our
tension.

"Yes! We can't wait!" I squealed a little too loudly, excited for the
diversion.

"Oh, I'll need to see some I.D. from you," he said, eyeing me with heavy
suspicion.

"He's underage and not drinking... ever," Navid assured him with a laugh. I
knew it would probably be a long time before Navid ever gave me any
alcohol. He saw the problems it had caused between his business mentor
Karim and his partner. That answer pleased dad. He nodded and the waiter
went on to explain their new selection.

They ordered a "flight" of beer to try and joked about the ones they had
the last time we came here. It was the perfect place for them. It had all
the important games on big screens, new drinks to experience, and free
wi-fi so I could entertain myself while snuggled under Navid's arm in an
oversized corner booth.

Navid further distracted my dad with jokes about the other beers they had
tried the last few times we went there. "What did we have the last time
that we hated? The Sock Monkey? That was awful."

"Yeah," dad chuckled. "It was all sock and no monkey."

Navid kept the mood light. He wanted to make sure dad had at least a little
alcohol in him before he asked the important question. My dad was his most
important client. He always treated him with respect and made him feel like
a great man. I knew dad loved him like his own son. We were halfway through
a basket of chips and salsa when Navid finally got down to it.

"Well, Mr. Kinney, sir. I hope you see how much I love your son. He is my
world. There is nothing I will stop at to make him happy," Navid started.

"Yes?" dad said with one eyebrow raised. He knew where this was going.

"And well, sir," Navid cleared his throat. "You know my business is good. I
am put away much in savings. Noah's education is already safe in account
for him. He will have books, clothes, food, tuition. Whatever he needs. Now
I save to get us bigger house. I want that he has safety and I provide for
him no matter what." Navid was laying out his case.

"That makes me happy to hear," dad said and sipped his beer while he waited
for the question he knew was coming. There were very few places a speech
like this could go.

"Yes sir. I want you are happy too. You raise a Noah any father will be
proud to have... and sir... I want your permission to... to marry him... my promise
to take care of him until I die," Navid said. He finished and took a sip of
his beer. I kept my mouth shut. I knew it was important to him to do this
right.

"Oh... I... well you know I am so happy that he has found someone who truly
cares for him and has the means to provide like you do... but," my dad
started. He paused and fumbled with his phone as it rested on the table
top.

"Yes sir?" Navid looked worried.

"Well, what about your parents? I mean I've welcomed you into my family.
I'm happy my son has found someone so responsible and respectful. But I
can't let Noah be someone's secret life. I know your culture has different
ideals and you have reservations about telling your family what he means to
you..." Dad paused. He looked at me with those sad eyes that said he
desperately wanted to give me what I wanted, but he also had to be a
parent.

"I will tell them. I will. Noah deserves this that they know the truth.
This is why I want that we marry. I will be able to show them I have
commitment to him and this is not just to have fun," Navid explained. He
squeezed my hand under the table and I leaned against his shoulder. I
stared my dad down. He knew I would do it anyways. There's nothing he could
say to stop me.

My dad sighed. "This is what you want, Noah?" he asked as though he didn't
know or maybe he wanted me to really think about it.

"It's all I ever wanted," I assured him. I put my hand on the table and
reached across to where he was fumbling with his phone. He set it down and
reached over to squeeze my hand. Dad looked at me with that face of
concern. He knew I'd never turn down Navid, whatever he offered.

"Just promise me you won't hurt him, no matter how your family reacts. Look
me in the eyes and give me your word that you won't break his heart. He's
all I have. I know I can't stop you two, but I'd do anything to keep him
safe," dad said. He didn't let go of my hand, neither of them did.

"I promise you, sir. Noah is most important person in my life. I love him
with all my heart. There is nothing in world that can change this. My
parents love him too. You hear from Noah how much he talks with my father.
You know they care for him great deals. I put his happiness above my own.
Is why I want to make commitment to him, make this official. I need him to
know he is worth whatever may come," Navid assured.

"You have my blessing," dad said though he didn't sound entirely happy
about it.

"Thank you," I said and Navid echoed. We didn't eat much after that. We
made light conversation and ignored the awkwardness that hung over us. It
wasn't the happy event I'd dreamed. Navid was the perfect guy for me, but
his family situation rightfully gave my dad pause. We had what we came for,
and eventually dad would lighten up about it.

Dad paid the check. He tried to act like he was happy for us. We all hugged
and then went home.

"That was good?" I asked as Navid pulled away from the restaurant to drive
us home.

"I don't know, Noah. I don't know how he feels. He is right though. I have
much to prove. I have showed I can take care of my boy, but he is right to
be concerned. I don't know how my family will take this when they know. But
I mean it that I promise to make you happy. This will show my family that I
have made commitment to you. This will make them see that you are not
simply boy I am playing with. They will know I gave my word and will
fulfill it," Navid mused.

"That will make it better?" I asked as he held my hand atop the gear
shifter.

"That will make it stronger, harder to break. They will know I make promise
to you and not something I could walk away from. Fuck, Noah. Why this has
to be so hard? I love you so much. Anyone can see we are two sides of same
coin. Two halves of one soul lost across two continents that find their way
home to each other." Navid choked up as we sat at the light to turn into
our townhome complex.

"Maybe it'll just take time for them. Maybe it's the same as my dad. We
just have to keep living our lives, living our love. They'll see, they'll
understand," I proposed though I wasn't sure.

"I hope so. But whatever may come, we will be together. You will have my
name, my love; be my baby Naseri... forever," Navid said and pulled in
through the gate.

After that we went straight upstairs. He ignored the work emails and
business deals for the rest of the night and we just laid together curled
up under the comforter. It was like the first few times we hung out in my
room where we laid together in my bed and watched silly clips on youtube
while I rested my head on his chest.

He held me until we fell asleep, happy but unsure. We couldn't know what
the future held, but felt sure we could survive it as long as we held each
other.
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