Date: Thu, 7 Apr 2016 16:49:00 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Noah's Starship- 4

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+{Noah's Starship}+

-+-[September]-+-

"Your father is not yet comfortable with it, but I know he will be someday
soon. I will prove that I can provide for my Noah and then he will come
around." Navid nudged my sandwich towards me to indicate I should take a
bite. I was shocked and a little confused though.

"You talked to him about it already?" I shouldn't have been so surprised.
Navid regularly discussed things with my dad before he even brought it up
to me. He was still so traditional and sometimes it drove me crazy. I
reminded myself that his culture had different ways, and he had made
incredible effort to start including my thoughts in our decisions.

I'm sure it would have been different if my dad weren't so open and
comfortable with me being gay. It wasn't something he talked about often,
but I was sure he had pinned down Navid and had a very honest yet gentle
conversation. It's just who he is. He wasn't the type to just let me have a
secret. So in turn, Navid had pursued this as he would have with a girl
according to his culture.

In his culture, it was expected that the "stronger one" leads. It wasn't
that he didn't care what I thought or wanted. As he had explained, the
"stronger one" is supposed to know the heart of the "weaker" and always
think of it first when making decisions for the couple. To ask my opinion
was admitting that he hadn't figured me out, didn't know my heart.

"Of course! Why would I bring it up to you if is not even possibility? He
is your father and still makes the big decisions for you. It is not yet my
place to offer such things to you. Please eat, Noah. You will be hungry in
class today." Navid pushed my sandwich closer.

+++

We'd started the fall semester last week and were getting into the rhythm
of school again. Navid had insisted on me getting brand new textbooks for
my classes. I had always had the cheapest used copies I could find online.
He also bought new notebooks and nice pens and even tossed in a small
stuffed bear with a Tarzana Toros logo on its chest that he'd caught me
eyeing in the check-out line.

He also insisted I get new clothes for the semester and took me to the big
mall in Warner Center. He liked me in the California skater look, but with
a more conservative twist. Tank tops and small shorts were swapped out for
long-sleeve tees and jeans that weren't super-fitting. I didn't like
spending his money, but he wanted me to have nice things. He said it
wouldn't look right for him to have new things while I "dragged about" in
second hand clothes. Sometimes his English sounded very European.

Since the weekend in Palm Springs, we hadn't spent many nights apart. My
dad had agreed to me staying at Navid's place on weekend nights, while
Navid stayed at our place during the week unless he wanted a night alone
with his friends. The first few nights, he just acted extra sleepy so my
dad would offer again. My dad caught on though and I guess they talked it
out, because the third night Navid came over with his gym bag stuffed with
clothes.

I cleared a drawer for him and he mixed his boxers in with my briefs. He
even bought a new rug to keep in my room for his prayer time. He rolled it
up and hid it in my closet when not in use. I think he worried of what my
dad would think though my dad knew about his religion and didn't care.

+++

"So... what did my dad say when you asked about us moving in together? He
didn't mention it to me," I asked after swallowing a bite of my sandwich.
Curiosity got the better of me.

"He is concerned of course because you've never lived away from him. You
are still so young and naive. He knows I am to graduate this year and
earlier I told him that I might not be able to find a job to stay in
California. So he think of course that I may not be here long time... So
maybe it does not make sense to him for you to move in with me..." Navid
rubbed my leg under the table where we sat in a secluded booth on the
second floor of the student center.

"You're leaving California? You can't leave... What about... us?" I asked. It
was the first time he had mentioned it and did so casually.

"You will come with me, of course! It is why I want you to live with me now
so he get used to your being safe in my home. You can finish your studies
wherever we go, but I must find job to stay in the States. Chicago,
Phoenix, Miami... I am trying desperately for us. Your leaders will not let
me hang out here just for being so handsome," Navid laughed at his joke. I
did not.

"Miami? I can't leave California! My dad is here... my school... my friends... my
life. This is all I know, Navid. It's my home. I'm not like you. You have
been everywhere. I don't even have a passport!" I felt panic smack me at
the thought that he could just go like that.

"I will always, ALWAYS provide a home for my Noah... We will make family
together wherever we go... But, We don't know what will happen in future. I
should not tell you those things when I know you will think on them too
much and be upset! I do not want for your worries. Whatever can happen, I
will make sure it is best for the both of us to do... together. You will
finish your studies wherever we go...  I promise," Navid whispered as he
leaned towards me.

He looked around to see that no one was paying attention to us as we were
hidden behind a big table of Chinese students working on a project. He
kissed my lips quickly, and then squeezed my thigh and slid his hand up
between my legs.

"I just worry that this will all be over someday without any notice," I
confessed and lowered my eyes to his chest. He had worn a low v-neck
t-shirt today and it showed off his chest hair nicely.

"I know you worry, Noah. But it is my place to do the worries for both of
us. Your job is to study hard and let me buy nice things for you. It is why
I want us to get a place of our own. I have friend who has beautiful
townhomes in gated complex that he is renovating to nice and modern. We
could have a beautiful place in a safe neighborhood. We could get furniture
and a new bed just for us. We could be naked and together in every room. I
wouldn't have to seek anyone's permission to touch you and have you in my
arms every night. I wouldn't have to worry about you when you are safe in
my nest, little eagle." Navid looked at me with hopeful eyes.

"They are close to my dad?" I asked.

"Of course! They are closer to Ventura Boulevard so we could walk to nice
restaurants and shops! We have time. It will not be ready for a few weeks.
I can prove to your father that you will be safe with me and I can take
care of you. I am ready to start our life together. I need you with me,"
Navid whispered as he looked right through my eyes as though he could see
my heart.

"Now please," he continued, "Finish your sandwich."

+++

That next Thursday I got the craziest news of my life and ran excitedly to
meet up with him near the parking garage. He noticed me bouncing happily
and a smile spread across his lips. He walked me to his car quickly. We
slid in and he leaned over the center console to kiss me.

"What is it? Why is my Noah so happy? What happens to my boy today?" He
pulled into the line of cars waiting to exit onto the street.

"Tonight! Can you come for dinner? I want to tell you and my dad together."
He never came for dinner. He went home and did his prayers and workout. He
ate there before coming over most nights. It was the only 3 hours we spent
apart most days.

He took me to the grocery store near my apartment and insisted on paying
for the ingredients I picked out for that night's special dinner. I made
one of the few special things I knew how to make as most nights my dad and
I had the same grilled chicken or fish and vegetables that I prepared when
he came home from work.

For that night I got chicken, things to stuff inside it, and bacon to wrap
around it along with vegetables for side dishes. Navid requested
fresh-baked cookies so he tossed some pre-made dough in the cart. He also
bought the expensive beer my dad had said he liked.

He dropped me off at the apartment with a kiss, and said he would be back
in a few hours for dinnertime.

+++


"This better not be something crazy. You two aren't getting married, are
you?" My dad asked with a raised eyebrow as we sat down to a packed table.
Both Navid and I shouted no in unison.

"Wait, you don't want to marry me?" I shot Navid a sad look and saw the
deep blush over his almond-skin cheeks.

"Noah, please! Your news! What it is? Focus!" Navid set down his fork with
an exasperated sigh.

"Ok! Ok, ok! So my English professor, the one we had this summer for the
course. You remember him? I think he has a lazy eye, but the rest of him
looks lazy too, so..." I started.

"You made us dinner to celebrate his lazy eye?" My dad interrupted.

"No, no, no. That is just. Ok so he asked me to hang out for a few minutes
after class today. He is in charge of the tutoring lab for international
students learning English. They are getting a lot of new students from
Syria and Iraq," I continued.

"Yes, it is tragic war over there. So sad what is going on," Navid said and
shook his head.

"Right! They need our help. So they have new funding to pay for tutors.
They need five of them. He recommended me for it and said if I want the
job, it is mine. It's just two hours a day for four days a week, but it
pays $10 an hour! That's $80 per week! I would be making money and helping
refugee students! Plus I'd qualify for cheaper tuition as a student worker!
That's even more money!" I bit my lip as I tried to contain my excitement.

My dad and Navid looked at each other like they were deciding which one
would go first. I instantly felt the tension rise in the room.

"Noah, you remember a few years ago when you wanted to get the after-school
job at the pet store on the corner? I told you I didn't want you working
until after you finished college. It's not a good idea," My dad gave me
that look that said he knew I didn't like his decision, but he was firm on
it.

"I can pay for your tuition, Noah. It is cheap. You do not need to worry
about that. You have no need for a job right now. It would be stressful to
your studies," Navid chimed in, happy to not be the one shooting down my
opportunity. I knew he wouldn't be thrilled about it.

"But I could make money and pay for us when we go out sometimes. Plus I
could chip in on stuff around here, dad. You always are worried about
bills," I tried to reason with both of them.

"I'm ok, Noah. I got a raise recently and well... I'll be honest. Navid
paying for your tuition and books helped out a lot too. I don't think you
need to worry about anything other than your grades," Dad said.

"But..." I started to argue as Dad sipped his overpriced beer.

"Look Nik," he interrupted, using my initials as he often did when our
conversations got awkward. "I HAD to go to work when I was 15 to help
support my family. I didn't do so well in high school. I had to work and
support your mom and a baby while we struggled through community college.
I've worked hard jobs most of my life and I don't regret it. You are my
motivation for getting out of bed most mornings. I did all of that to give
you a better chance in life. You have many years ahead of you to work and
stress about money."

He set down his fork and raised my face to look him in the eyes, "You are
so smart and talented. You are going to be someone successful and make good
money. You'll publish a book that will change the world! Then I can retire
early and have a bedroom in your big house with my own TV and every cable
channel. I plan to spend all day watching sports, playing golf, and goofing
around with the grandkids that you will someday give me."

"It could be dangerous too, Noah. They would place you with male students
as is their culture. These students come from war areas that aren't stable
like Iran. You being alone with them. They don't know boys like... soft boys
like you who like other boys. It doesn't sound good. I don't want that for
you to be hurt. Is not good," Navid said with a sad look.

"That's a good point. I mean I'm sure they're nice guys, but their culture
doesn't exactly condone guys who are into other guys," Dad agreed and went
back to his dinner. "Besides, you only have a few years left to be a kid
and just focus on school. You will miss this time in your life when it's
over. You will miss it so much. Don't rush it."

"Let's enjoy this delicious meal you prepare for us, ok Noah?" Navid said
and took a bite.

"It was to celebrate my first job offer..." I was stunned and felt my
heartbeat in my ear.

"It is a huge honor! You are smart and you will have many other
opportunities. I am always so proud of you! But it is not right for now.
Your job is to be a student... But of course, you are an adult now. It is
your choice to make," Dad sighed. I knew what he wanted me to choose.

+++

"You are still upset, my Noah? My father not allow me to work in college
either," Navid said as he stroked my hair that night as we laid together in
my bed with my head on his chest.

"You heard my dad. I guess he's right, but I just thought it could be my
chance to help out," I said and rubbed my fingers through his chest hair.
He slid his hand down my back and squeezed my butt.

"You have such a good heart. I know you wanted to help out the refugee
students and earn some money. You care about helping others, but no one
expects you to pay for things right now. It is my honor to provide for my
Noah. It make my heart jump when I see you are pleased and fed and have
nice things. You will work when it is right for you. Then I can be kept
man. I will wear robe all day and play video game. You want that? You be my
Sugar-Noah?" Navid rubbed his finger down the center of my ass and kissed
my forehead as he laughed.

He used his other hand to tickle me and we rolled around in my little twin
bed laughing until he flipped me over and pinned me on my back against the
mattress. He was on top of me and slid my arms up to cross my hands above
my head. He held me by the wrists with one hand and used the other to
caress my cheek as he leaned down for a kiss.

He was so quick with his movements and it reminded me that he was trained
for two years in the Iranian army. He so rarely played with me like that
since the time he had hurt my arm. It was like he was afraid I would break
from the smallest amount of force. If I even hinted that I was
uncomfortable he would freeze and look guilty and make sure I was ok.

"I would totally be your sugar daddy," I whispered and looked up into his
strong, loving eyes. "I would be anything you want just to spend every
night in your arms."

"What do I do in life to deserve the most beautiful boy with kind heart and
emeralds for eyes?" His smile faded as though it were a serious question.
His eyes narrowed-in to consider me as his lips pressed into a thin line.

He stroked my cheek and then said, "I have not been good enough to earn
someone like you. I ask myself everyday why I am so lucky to hold such a
sweet, gentle soul in my arms. Why Allah gives you to me to protect. You
are a reward I do not deserve. I have hurt many boys who I didn't care
about. They didn't have your beauty or your sweet, gentle charm. It was
just sex... a place to drop my seed...  and I knew at the start it wasn't
what I wanted. I will work hard to be the worthy man you deserve."

He was opening up to me and looked so sad.

"It's ok though, you found me. I don't care about all that. I love you," I
whispered, wanting to take away his guilt, his pain. "I can protect you
too. You can start over with me."

"You... are my world." Navid leaned down and kissed me, slid his arms around
me, rolled over on his back, and held me against his chest.

+++

Thursday afternoon we met up with Erik and Miguel at the mini golf castle
in Sherman Oaks. My dad took me there a lot of weekend when I was a kid.
They had batting cages and he dreamed of me playing baseball before he
figured out I was gay and wasn't getting over my anxiety when hard balls
flew at me.

My dad used to stand there for hours yelling, "Come on Noah! You got this,
dude! Come on! Hit it!" He'd eventually just get right behind me and cover
my hands with his holding onto the bat. He'd hit the ball and then make me
try to do it on my own and then get frustrated with me.

We'd do this until I cried and then he'd feel like a huge asshole and cheer
me up with some nachos. We'd sit on a bench and watch the LA river flow by
and he'd apologize and hide his disappointment. Once he figured out I
wasn't going to be his star athlete, we switched over to the mini golf and
there were no more tears.

We all met up by the snack shop. Navid and I were early and were sharing a
frozen lemonade in the 100 degree sun when Erik and Miguel walked up.

"I don't get why you like this place, Noah. It's old and creepy." Erik
hugged me, swiped off his big sunglasses, and then gave an awkward hug to
Navid. Everyone was trying to get along for me. I was happy that my friends
and my boyfriend cared so much. Miguel hugged me tightly and then offered
Navid a handshake.

We got our putters and a cup full of brightly colored balls and then set
off on the course. I knew every hole on this course and I had several
hole-in-ones. Navid was shocked and a little embarrassed by his score. I
know how competitive he is, so I started to throw my game off a little.

"I've played this same course hundreds of times since I was little. I know
every little bump," I admitted.

He cheered up at that and said, "Ah I see that. I am used to only play real
golf in big fairways." He started to do better after regaining his
confidence and we were beating Erik and Miguel who were both more
interested in conversation than playing the game.

"So Noah, do you two already have your suits for the Fall formal? I, as
your vice president, have secured the hottest little spot in Toluca Lake."
Erik said when we took a break and got more lemonade.

"I actually... I haven't brought it up to Navid yet," I turned to look at
Navid who eyed me with confusion.

"What is a fall formal?" He asked with one eye opened wider than the other.

"It's for the LGBT student club. All those fundraisers Noah skipped. We
were able to get this club owner to give us his party room for the night at
a cheap rate. We are going to get all dressed up and make it a special
night for the members. I saved two tickets for Noah and his... date. I'm
bringing my new guy so you can all meet him!" Erik was excited.

"It would be nice to get dressed up with you and go somewhere nice. You
look so cute in a tie," I said to Navid and squeezed his arm.

"We will check the date to see what is planned already, ok?" Navid said to
Erik. He turned to me and whispered, "We discuss this later, ok please?"

I nodded and offered Erik a hopeful smile. "We'll see, ok? It does sound
fun! We'll try, ok?"

Miguel ended up winning because no one had paid much attention to him.
Navid bought him a cookie for his victory at the snack shop. We sat out
under the covered patio and talked about goofy stuff. Erik was dating a new
guy, an Armenian with a fancy sports car. The guy had taken him up the
coast to a little hotel on the beach and Erik got pretty graphic talking
about the sex. Navid squirmed uncomfortably and gripped my hand, but he
didn't interrupt or pull me out of there. It went well and I was proud of
him for trying.

"There will be cameras there," Navid told me when we got back to the car.
We'd said goodbye to the guys and Navid gave both of them a more genuine
hug this time. Miguel and he had spent the last few minutes bonding over
some video game they both liked. It was a moment of hope that my friends
would get along with Navid. I pictured us all having dinner somewhere
together and going to fun places.

"Yes, I think so. Erik wants the Tarzana Times to run a story so we can get
donations from local companies." I knew what Navid was thinking and why he
was apprehensive.

"Oh Noah. I want so much to take you out for a nice evening. I want to show
my baby off and have a good time. I want you to be open and happy and... you
deserve so much happiness. But my family... a picture can be so easily sent
over email. If someone here found out about us, they could send it with a
click of a mouse and end my life," Navid looked frightened.

"I know your family wouldn't react well, but won't they eventually find out
about us?" I asked.

"What do you think, Noah? You think they will just be like your father and
smile and adjust and go on like nothing happen? Do you know what they do to
men who like men in my culture? Do you even realize?" Navid started.

"I know! I know! They would cut you off. You would be poor! Blah blah blah!
But you would be free. You could build your own life with me, with us. You
could be free!" I said naively.

"They kill them, Noah. They kill them dead. It is what a family must do to
avenge shame. A boy I knew growing up. The police find him in a field
having love with another boy. His mother offer a bribe. She try to give
jewels and money for police to change the report, to say that her son was
not the one receiving the seed but instead was giving the seed. That is
less shameful because of course a boy will put his load wherever there is
hole and maybe he is practicing for future wife. But her son was
receiving," Navid said in an anxious tone. His cheeks were flushed as he
looked down at the steering wheel.

I rubbed my hand over his thigh and he took my hand in his and squeezed it
tightly. He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it.

"The other boy's family," he continued. "The police talk to them too and
they offer more money to make the whole thing go away. The boy who received
the seed, his family could not match the amount the other family could
give. So the police they release the story that the boy was fucked by an
unknown stranger who ran away before could be caught. They said he enjoyed
it greatly. His father, in shame, killed him. He shoot him, Noah, in the
head. Is something he must do to avenge the shame, to show the world that
his family does not permit these things. His own son, Noah. His baby that
he raise and care for. It is not so easy to just... I cannot go to this
event."

"Ok, it's ok. It's... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I leaned towards him over the
center console and Navid slipped his arms around me and hugged me so
tightly. It was like he thought I could protect him from this, like if he
hugged me tightly enough he could disappear into my world.

"One picture online of me holding my precious Noah and my family would know
that I am not the son they expect and hope for. I need you so badly, my
Noah. I wish I can be the man you deserve, but my culture will not permit."
He kissed down my neck and then buried his lips into my shoulder as he
hugged the air out of my lungs. I felt his heart beating wildly against me.
I felt a few moist tears against my neck. I didn't dare pull away or he
would lose his wall of masculine pride there in my arms.

"I know," I rubbed his back. "It's ok. I've got you, baby. I've got you." I
whispered against his ear and held him. It was the first time I felt like I
was the one giving the comfort, the protection, the safety. He didn't
always have to be the strong one. As we sat in the secluded parking lot of
a random mini golf course that was slowly filling up with teenagers out on
the town for the night, it occurred to me that maybe he needed my strength
as much as I needed his.

+++

"I have happy Friday surprise for my Noah," Navid said as he pulled out
onto Reseda away from campus to start our weekend together.

I begged to find out what it was but he didn't give in until we were
parking in a shopping center close to Navid's house.

"Ok, I see a grocery store, a coffee place, your cell phone company, and
some sort of tax business. It's one of these?" I looked at him expectantly,
but he just shrugged with a laugh.

We got out of the car and he wandered up to the coffee place but then
turned and shook his head. He went to the tax business, which was closed,
and looked at me sadly as though that had been it. He started to head back
to his car, but then gasped and touched his forehead as though he had just
remembered what he needed.

"New phone. Yes. I forget I need new phone!" Navid laughed at his joke.

"Your phone is like brand new looking. Why would you want a new one?" I
asked and followed him to the store.

"It is the new and updated one! With the apple, you must keep up with
newest phone! I don't want people to think I am poor. They have special
deal too so you get one as well," Navid proclaimed as he opened the door
for me.

"Mine is only 4 years old and it only costs $10 a month since I'm always
around wi-fi. I can't afford something like that." I protested and took out
my little prepaid phone.

"It has the clear tape on it so the back does not fall off. The screen is
cracks too, Noah. I should permit my boy to walk around with this unsafe
box? No, no. Time for new." Navid nudged me inside the store. A darker man
in an expensive suit was finishing up with a customer, and his face lit up
when he saw Navid. He passed the customer off to a worker wearing a t-shirt
with the cell phone company's logo on his chest.

"Mr. Naseri," the man started as he came towards us. He and Navid did one
of those handshake hugs and started talking back and forth in Persian. They
went off to a table in a small cubicle area and I followed behind. Navid
pulled a chair beside his as he sat down and patted it with a look towards
me.

"Who get's the dark gray?" The man said and Navid pointed towards himself.
"Ahh then the golden one is for your little brother. Right, champ?" The man
acted as though I had suddenly appeared. He smiled at me as he pulled two
white boxes from under the table. He pushed one towards Navid and then
opened the other one and took out the most beautiful new phone I had ever
seen.

"That looks really expensive," I noted and Navid shot me a disapproving
look.

"This," the salesman laughed, "This is the top of the line phone people
have been camping out weeks to get their hands on! I had to hide them
before we sold out, but Mr. Naseri is my best customer. Go ahead and touch
it. I have already activated and charged them both."

"You put the apps I requested?" Navid asked.

"Of course! The phones are linked to share all files and I will walk you
through the apps you can use when your little brother gets lost!" The
salesman seemed to think we were related.

He showed us apps so that we could see not only where each other was, but
also where we had been. It showed little time stamps. The salesman
demonstrated by walking out of the store with my phone. We watched his
little blue dot go down the shopping center and then back. He showed us a
walkie-talkie app where we could just press on the app and start talking to
the other person. It wasn't like Navid and I were apart that often, but it
was reassuring that I could see he was nearby.

"The only snag, Mr. Naseri," the salesman sighed. "Is that I wasn't able to
transport his phone number. I even tried to get the same number with the
new 747 area code."

"No! Please! I have always been an 818!" I interrupted and the salesman
smiled and nodded.

"Not to worry, little brother. I noticed that the phone number that is only
one digit away from Mr. Naseri's was available. So I grabbed it if that is
ok with you." He was looking at Navid for approval.

"That will be better. It will be easier to remember." Navid smiled and
rubbed my leg under the table.

"I thought you would approve. I have cases for the phones as well as the
accessories you requested." The salesman pulled a small shopping bag from
under the table and handed it off to Navid.

"Thank you, Salman. Please put it on my father's card," Navid said.

"Already done, sir. I hope you have an excellent weekend and I hope your
little brother stays out of trouble!" Salman gave me a smiling look with a
raised eyebrow as though he were playfully scolding a child.

The two of them exchanged hugs and then Salman packed away the boxes in the
bag and handed it to Navid. He gave me my new phone and they said goodbye.

"This isn't because you feel bad about not taking me to the fall formal
thing, right?" I asked when we got back in his car.

"Of course not! I will take my boy out somewhere nice. This is so that we
can always find each other and you have peace to know I am just a tap away.
I don't want you ever to worry for where I am and same for you. I love you,
Noah. I love you so much it hurt to even think you could be lost from me.
With this I can now send you pictures and songs I like without you need to
connect to the wi-fis." Navid looked around to see that we were hidden
between large SUV's and then kissed my lips.

+++

We got to Navid's house and went straight to his room. His roommates were
in the living room, but they didn't acknowledge me except for a wave from
Aram who was playing a video game. Navid locked his bedroom door behind us
and immediately pulled me in for a kiss.

He slid his hands up the back of my shirt and I raised my arms so he could
slide it off. He only broke the kiss for a second as the shirt slid over my
face. He quickly slipped out of his green polo shirt and I was greeted with
a fluff of his beautiful chest hair.

"So I am your little brother?" I asked as Navid pushed me towards his bed
and kissed down my cheek.

"Ah Noah! Is like code, you know. You are like a boy who need protection
and guidance from another boy. We say it is like brothers. He does not need
to know where I put my cock," Navid laughed.

"And your father's card? Won't he see my name on the account?" I asked.

"Yes, my father know about you. You are best friend who help me so much
with English and I help you and guide you and teach you about the Islam. He
said it was ok to add second phone and he will meet you when he come to
visit. He is proud that I can show American boy the way in life!" Navid was
annoyed that I was wandering off the topic of us fucking.

"So I'm a troubled boy you are helping get his life together and teaching
about your religion," I sighed.

"Ah don't make sound bad. You know is hard for me. I need them to know you
are so special to me and I do anything to make life good for you. We have
this bond between us more special than we have with anyone else. So this is
way to explain this to them. In Iran, men can have this bond that is above
all others... is like mentor, apprentice. You know? Is not bad, my baby. You
feel bad about this?" Navid laid down on his bed and pulled me onto his
chest. He kissed my forehead and rubbed my hair.

"I guess not." I said, unsure of how to feel.

"Is nothing bad. Is like translate from English to Farsi, Persian... This is
how our relationship translate to them in way they understand you are so
special to me... more special than a brother, and I love and care for you
forever. They understand this way." Navid rubbed his hand down my bare skin
until he cupped my ass.

"Hey! Mentors don't grab ass!" I laughed and bit against his nipple.

"Oh! Ow!" Navid clinched his ab muscles in pain. "My danger baby!"

Navid sat up and squirmed away from me. He sat back against the pillows at
the top of his bed and leaned against the headboard. He pulled me up
towards him and into his lap. I laid back against him, my bare back against
his bare chest.

"I show you the new phone. Is so nice you will love to get used to it!" He
proclaimed and reached into my pocket to take it out. He reached down to
the bag on the floor and pulled out the case he had bought for my phone. It
was a thick, white rubber that snapped onto the phone. He swiped his finger
across the screen and held it in front of me.

He showed me the apps to use to find him and talk to him and even how I
could access all his music files. He played a song to show me how it
worked. It was some weird Persian ballad he hummed along to happily.

"And the phone! This new phone take the best pictures ever!" He opened the
camera app and switched it so it was facing us. We were naked from the
waist up, his dark skin outlining mine. I looked so pale in his arms and I
turned away from it as he snapped a few pictures.

"My beautiful princess with pink nipples. I love them," He showed me the
pictures and twisted my right nipple with his fingers.

"I look so pale. I don't like it. We are naked too!" I noted.

"Mmm yes, the naked pictures we will only keep on my phone. I have secret
file storage place on it. You want to be my naked model?" Navid kissed down
my neck as he swiped around my phone looking at the apps.

"No! I can't do that! What if they got out?" I had never done that before.

"No, no, would just be for me. I need for times when I can jerk off on my
own. Please?" Navid bit a trail down my neck as he rubbed a hand over my
tummy. I was getting hard at his touch. He set my phone down and reached
for his.

"You don't even like to touch my dick. Why would you want a picture of it?"
I laughed.

"Ah, no. Not your dick. You want I touch it? I think boys like you who like
to receive the seed, they get more pleasure from the tight little hole. It
make you so happy when I put my tongue or fingers down there. It make you
so crazy. I love to please my boy," Navid whispered and turned on music to
cover the noises we would soon be making.

"Have you ever played with a guy's... you know... dick?" I asked as he kissed
across my shoulder.

"No. It is not my place... Not my taste. I like to open you up and watch
your eyes roll with wonder, your lips gasp for more. It make me so hard
when I see you squirm and beg for me. I also like to give you my cock,
watch you fight to keep up with it, struggle to take it in your lips. You
work so hard to please me and it give me happy to make you feel good too.
You do not like what I do?" Navid asked as he kissed back up my neck and
started to suck on my earlobe.

"Uhhhhhh fuck..." I gasped. "Yeah, of course. Please don't stop. Please...
Don't... Fuck..." I whined and rocked in his arms as he slid my shorts and
briefs down and reached for my ass. He rubbed a finger over my hole as he
bit against my ear.

I slid my shorts down and kicked them off and spread my legs for him. I
felt his cock lump grow against my bare ass as his fingers pushed against
my dry hole.

He brought the finger up to my lips and pushed it through so I could suck
on him. He worked two fingers in and rubbed against my tongue as he kissed
me and rubbed my chest with his free hand.

He pushed the fingers back against my throat and I gagged on them, but he
held me still. He slid the fingers in and out of my mouth and they dripped
a trail of spit down over my chin.

He reached for his camera and took a picture of us like that. It was just
from the chest up, but I looked pretty strange with his fingers in my mouth
and his lips on my ear. He gave the camera a look that said he was in total
control and his boy begged for pleasure. He showed it to me and smiled
happily.

"You are so fucking beautiful, my boy. That is enough picture for me to cum
a million years," Navid said. "I store it in secret app." He imported it
into some app that looked like a dictionary and asked for a password. He
deleted it from the regular photos.

He slid the fingers past my lips, traced a trail of my spit down my chest,
and then worked them inside me. He'd been more regular about playing with
me, so I opened happily to his touch. I rocked and whined in his arms as he
slid inside me and started to touch the right parts.

"My boy is so happy at my touch. I want so bad to slide my cock inside you
and be there forever. I give you my seed and you will be always marked by
me. You want this, my baby?" Navid whispered as I started to bounce on his
fingers. He turned my face to the side so he could kiss me and slide his
tongue around in my mouth.

"Yeah," I mumbled around his kiss. "Please, Naveeeed," I whined.

"I want to try, ok? I want to try be inside you. Is ok, my boy? I can try
and you tell me if hurts?" Navid kissed along my jaw in soft, little
nibbles.

I nodded. "Yes, please fuck me," I begged.

Navid slid his fingers out of me and then lifted me off his lap and set me
beside him on the bed. He went to the drawer and pulled out the lube. He
stood up and slid off his shorts. His big, brown monster lurched angrily
towards me and I reached for it.

I got up on my knees and crawled over to him so I could suck it. I was
getting better at opening wider for him and it didn't hurt my jaw as much.
I could get more than half of it in my mouth now and I started to slide it
in and out of my lips as he put his hand on my hair and grabbed it. He held
my head still and started to slide in and out of me.

"Feel so good, baby. You know good how to please me. I can cum so fast with
you now," Navid gasped as his spit-slicked cock slid in and out of me.

"Please, we try now. I am so hard to just think about it. My favorite tight
pink boy," He sucked in sharply and let out a moan.

He pulled out of my mouth and flopped down next to me on the bed. He sat up
against the pillows with his head against the headboard and stroked his
full, thick cock.

"I do not like this position, but I research and is easiest for starting. I
like better to be in control on the top. So but we start this way ok? You
let me know if anything hurt even little bit. You won't be disappoint to me
to tell me it hurt your tight little cave. Ok? You must share honesty here,
Noah. You have be safe first!" Navid scolded me with a serious look.

I nodded. "Ok, sir." I shook my head solemnly.

He patted his thighs for me to straddle him. I crawled on top and sat down
on his thighs as my hard, much smaller cock flopped down against his. He
poured the lube over our cocks. He gripped them together in his hands and
started to stroke us. I was already on the edge of finishing just from his
kisses and the fingering he'd done inside me. He was right, it really did
bring me the most pleasure. My cock against his was more than I could
stand.

"I'm going to cum if you keep that up," I laughed and sucked in air through
gritted teeth as he brought my cock to the edge.

"Ah, ok my love. I want you super happy in case I hurt you." He let go of
our cocks and then put his hands on my ass. He lifted me up, he was so
strong. He brought me up to my knees and then rubbed lube over my hole. He
pushed two slicked up fingers inside me and stretched me as he leaned
forward to kiss me and then bite at my nipples. He lowered my hole to the
tip of his cock and it pushed against me.

"Feels so good," I whined, "I need it."

"You do, my sweet love. I feel it when you are in my arms. I want so much
to please you." He kissed me and slowly pushed me down against the tip of
his cock. It was so fat and insistent as it pushed against my hole. I felt
it slide in and I buried my face into his neck as his arms wrapped around
my back.

"Uhhhh Uhh slow Please!" I whined as the head popped in. I stroked myself
as he pushed in. I knew it was one of the widest points of his cock, and I
felt every inch of it stretch me more than I'd ever felt in there. I
breathed heavily against his neck and whimpered as I adjusted to him.

"Ok, we hold it here. It's ok, my love. I just... Uhhh fuck!" Navid started
to yell as my hole pulsed around his tip. "Fuck, fuck. I sorry. I cum now!
Feel too good!" He started cursing in Persian.

"Uhh, My princess... so good... uhhh fuck, fuck fuck," Navid's body twisted
and I felt his cock pulse inside me and then the weirdest sensations as he
fired up into my hole.

"You cum!" I said with surprise. It was so fast and his whole body shook
under me as his arms gripped me tightly against his chest. He bit into my
shoulder and then hissed out a deep groan.

"Uhhhhh, sorrrrry, my baby uhhh fuck! fuck!" he grunted as his cock filled
me. He wasn't pumping it or moving it at all. The tip was firmly lodged
inside me like a plug and I reached back to feel his whole shaft twitch as
each volley of his seed sped up the shaft and into me.

"Sorry, my love. I... uhhh my baby! fuck," Navid breathed against my ear and
cursed.

"I..." he exhaled a low growl against my ear, "I finish."

"Oh," I said and hugged him.

"Sorry, my Noah. It just feel so... you so fucking tight my baby love... I
never feel anything so good on my cock, on my heart. Fuck! I love you too
much to last inside you. I never feel anything so tight, so soft and
perfect. Was made for me, for life. Never feel so good before. I love you."
He kissed my cheek and laid back against the pillow with me on his chest.

"That wasn't so bad. Our first time! I feel all squishy inside," I mumbled
happily.

"Not supposed to go like that, Noah. I... I'm sorry. I never have this happen
before. Even first time go much longer," Navid sounded ashamed.

"No, don't worry. I... It feels so good inside me. It was my first time. I
had my first time!" I whispered excitedly.

"Um no. I don't think that count as first time. I do better next time. Ok?
I am very good fuck! I know what to do." He rubbed my back as he recovered
his breath.

"It was with you. So it was perfect. That's all that matters. I love you
and I gave my first to you," I said and snuggled into his chest. His cock
went down and he slid it out of me and flopped it against my thigh a few
times. I felt his seed leaking out of me and I reached back to scoop up
some of it with my fingers and brought it to my slicked up cock. I used it
to jerk off and I quickly shot against his stomach as he rubbed my back and
kissed me.

"You finish too," he observed. "Next time and every time you finish first.
Ok? I promise!"

We went off to the shower and then took a nap together.

+++

For dinner, we made pasta in his kitchen. He pretended to help, but just
sat on the counter and watched me while he played with his new phone. Aram
came in and Navid showed him his new phone.

"I have it too, but I don't have dinner. What he makes?" Aram asked and
came over to watch me stirring the pasta. I grilled some chicken to go with
it. It was a pretty simple dinner, but Aram seemed deeply interested.

"Where you learn these things? I never learn to make food for real. Your
mother is chef?" He asked.

"No, she... I don't know," I said.

"You don't know your mother? Mother is right word? The lady who bring you
into creation. Everyone has mother! He doesn't know this?" Aram turned to
Navid who was playing with his phone.

Navid said something in Persian that sounded rude. I asked Aram what he
said.

"We don't ask about her. Sorry. She die? I am sorry," Aram said with guilt
as I strained the pasta and dished it onto two plates for us.

"No...  I don't think she... is somewhere," I said and felt the tension in my
voice. Navid slid off the counter and came up behind me to put his hand on
my shoulder. He squeezed it hard.

"Noah, you don't have to talk about this. Is very rude he keep asks you. He
has no manners!" Navid said and nudged Aram away from me.

"I sorry, Noah. I not mean upset you. Sorry. I..." Aram looked at me sadly.

"She's gone. I haven't heard much from her since she left when I was five,"
I admitted and poured sauce and chicken over the pasta.

"Where she go?" Aram asked, but then Navid smacked him in the ribs hard and
yelled something at him in Persian.

"Sorry! I thought he want to talk about it! He keeps talk about it! I
sorry, Noah. Really I am," Aram protested and apologized.

"I don't know. She left me and never came back," I answered. "I um... I need
to go to the bathroom. Here. I'm not hungry anyways." I shoved my plate
into Aram's hands and handed Navid his much more generous portion. I pushed
through them and went back to Navid's room.

I turned off his light and crawled under the comforter. I cupped my hands
over my mouth and breathed in deeply to calm my racing heartbeat. I didn't
hear him come in, but I heard him set his plate down, heard him close the
door, and felt his weight on the bed next to me.

I felt his hand touch the center of my back and he rubbed me gently. He
crawled in beside me and spooned me, pulling me back against his chest.

"She leave, but your father do more than most two-parents would ever do. We
both have problems with parents. We make it bring us closer together,"
Navid whispered in my ear and hugged me back against his chest. We laid
there in silence for the longest time.

"She took me to one of those fast food places with the big play center. I
watched her through the glass as I played with some of the other kids. She
was arguing on the phone. I went to see what was wrong, but she told me it
was ok and I should go play some more. So I went back and then I saw my dad
show up and thought everything was going to be ok. But then I saw they were
looking at each other with anger. I hid out on the top of the jungle gym in
a hiding place. I watched her walk away, she didn't even look for me," I
started to tell him.

"My dad sat there stunned for awhile and then he looked around the play
area for me and I heard him through the glass yell my name and jump up. I
poked my head out of the little hiding box and yelled, `I'm here Dad!' He
looked horrified. He ran to pick me up and he didn't put me down for a few
weeks after that. She never came back. It's just been the two of us and
sometimes whoever he dates," I finished as Navid was kissing my neck and
rubbing my chest.

"I'm sorry, my Noah. I won't ever do that to you. You don't worry for me in
that way. I could never walk away from you. I'd die first. You are my happy
place," Navid whispered this and then kissed around my neck.

"I love you, Navid," I said after a long pause. We snuggled in for a nap
and then went to warm up his plate of food.

Aram was waiting for us in the kitchen. The plate I'd given him was
uneaten.

"I sorry, Noah. This is for you," Aram apologized and pushed a small,
wrapped box towards me.

"You didn't mean anything by it. It's ok. You didn't have to give me a
present." I took the gift and gave him a smile of assurance. I unwrapped it
to find a box of expensive chocolates.

"Noah doesn't eat sugar," Navid said, unhappy with the drama Aram had
caused.

"I will. It's very nice. Thank you," I said and looked at Navid to show him
I was ok.

"I went to get it to say I am sorry. I do this when I act like asshole.
This way you remember that I give you happy chocolate instead of remember
that I am mean asshole. I am sorry," Aram bit his lip and offered a guilty
smile.

I set the box down and went to give him a hug. He wrapped his arms around
me and hugged me to his chest. His arms and chest were thinner than Navid's
and I realized I'd gotten used to only being touched by Navid and a few
select friends. He rubbed my back twice and then released me and nudged me
back to Navid's waiting arms.

Navid and I shared his plate of food and I insisted that Aram eat the other
plate that he had left to go and get me a gift. We sat together at the
little table they never ate at and just talked about nonsense and college
things like friends. Afterwards, the two of them played video games, drank
beer, and joked around. The other roommates had gone out for the night so
Navid felt comfortable parking me in his lap while I played with my new
phone.
+++

Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think. :)
-Emri
tarzanacide@gmail.com