Noah's Starship

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+{Noah's Starship}+

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~By Emri~

"No you can't throw this out! This one is my favorite! What else is in here?" I grabbed for the white tank top he had carelessly placed in a bag of clothes to donate.

"Why not? They are old clothes and this one has a hole in the stitching on the side," Navid took the shirt from me and showed me where the side was coming undone a bit.

"You were wearing it the first day I met you. You looked so hot," I admitted and crouched down to see what else was in the bag.

"Oh... my little princess," Navid said in that voice he used when I'd done something he found irresistibly cute. "But I must get rid of some things. My mother sends me new clothes. She has sent some things for you as well. I cannot keep every thing I have worn around you."

"These stretchy white workout tights you wear to the gym! I get hard just watching your bulge in them when the shorts that cover them come down. They're my favorite! Not these, No!" I hugged them to my chest like a madman.

"Ok, ok. Take it easy, my love. There will be new tights to show you my bulge in. I would never take that from you... You will pick three items AT MOST, but we MUST shrink things. Our new home will be ready soon and I feel that your father is close to give his permission of yes for you to live with me. I cannot move forward to start new life with you unless I say goodbye to past life things," He said with hope.

Navid crouched down behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He squeezed them and kissed up my neck tenderly to let me know he would support me in this time of great sentimental loss. I love that he didn't laugh at me for this.

"She sent things for me too?" My ears perked up as I processed what he had said. I dropped the clothes back into the donation bag and turned to look at him with a grin.

"Of course. You are boy I take care of and my mother she like to buy things. She also sends some old but good clothes of mine that might be small enough to fit my Noah. You do not notice large box in the corner?" Navid laughed at my christmas-like excitement.

"Box? Oh! That! You have so much stuff in here," I said playfully. His room was always a mess. I knew from the start that once we lived together, my cleaning skills would be put to the test.

"And yet you yell for me when I try to throw things out!" Navid laughed and pulled me into his chest. He tickled me and then kissed me as he rose to his feet and brought me with him.

"Presents!" I demanded and lightly pounded my fists against his chest when he eased his tongue back and set me free.

He laughed again with adoring eyes and took my hand in his as he led me across the room through piles of laundry and his workout bag.

"I don't open yet, I wait for you so we do this together!" Navid beamed and pointed to a box that could have held a large microwave. The flaps were open and there were a few unfolded pages of handwritten letter in Farsi script from his mother. They looked like he had read them over a few times, the edges crinkled with interest.

Navid collected them and folded the papers neatly before setting them on top of his computer desk. I know he missed his parents terribly. Late at night when I'd gone to sleep, he would call them. Tehran is eleven and a half hours ahead of Los Angeles, almost exactly the other side of the world.

He would speak to them in their language in soft, tender tones. I pretended it didn't wake me up, and invariably he would rub a hand over my back as he spoke. Maybe it was the need for human touch with his tribe of humans so far away.

"They go to London two weeks ago for a conference my dad speak to. He presented on a new science discovery in bacteria that can change..." Navid started. I zoned out. Like his father, Navid was passionate about science. Some nights when I had trouble falling asleep, I'd ask him to explain a concept from the biology class I was taking. He'd launch into this very detailed and brilliant explanation and soon I'd be nodding off in his arms.

"... So she buys from that store a lot!" Navid finished and I realized I'd missed out on important shopping details. He pulled out a wrapped square of tissue paper and unfolded it to show a crisp button up blue shirt with neon yellow flecks. It looked so futuristic. He pulled out a few more things that weren't for me until he found a thick paper parcel tied in string with my name on it in Farsi script.

"This say Noah, my mother write your name," Navid said it in a shocked whisper like it was a scientific anomaly, his worlds colliding. He sat on the bed beside me and pulled me into his side. He pushed the parcel into my lap and I pulled at the string of her intricate knot. Navid reached for a pocket knife he kept in his desk and made quick-work of it.

"Oh I love this!" I held up a t-shirt covered in a million little mickey mouse heads all jumbled together.

"That will give me headache to look at!" Navid laughed.

"Woah look at this one!" I held up a small tank-top shirt that was black and made of this stretchy, almost-velvet material that felt incredibly pettable. I knew instantly that Navid would think it was too revealing.

"No, no that is not for wear outside of my bed. It show so much skin and the material! Why she think this would be ok for you, I do not know... People will want to pet you. No, no," Navid took it and folded it up. He set it on his other side.

"Why don't you like me to show skin?" I was willing to hear him out on this, but it bothered me.

"Your body is for me as mine is for you. In my religion and culture we are to keep modest, covered and judge others by their character and mind rather than their body. You have beautiful heart and outsides to match it. I do not want some man to think of you in a way I think of you." He rubbed my hair as I snuggled into his side. It sounded like the stereotype one thinks of when asked about middle-eastern men.

"But you go out wearing whatever you please. You don't think boys like me look at that and want it?" I asked.

"You don't understand, my love. I am man, Noah. I am strong provider for my boy. Boys like you may think things, but they could never force themselves on me. You are small, weaker. If a man sees too much of you and decide he want that, you may not be able to stop him. Is not to excuse men like that, they are vile dogs, but I also don't want for your danger, ever... It is also for selfish reason as I don't want another to come after your heart..." Navid went back to digging through the box

"Oh these are so nice!" I got distracted by the third item which was a pair of jeans with all of these little rips that had been intricately sewn up with threads in contrasting shades of blue. "I love these!" Below them were two more shirts, basic but high-quality.

"These are acceptable," Navid stated and then dug into the box for more things. "These must be for your size, so small." He handed me a package of briefs in various shades of gray with white stars.

"That's kind of weird," I laughed at the thought of his mom buying me briefs that her son would later tear off of me with his teeth to get at the ass he preferred.

"Is not weird. When she ask, I tell her you need general items. Your clothes are... not the best for my princess. I want you have nice things. You are mine now and you deserve the best," Navid said and kissed my cheek as I thumbed the package feeling like a charity case.

"This shirt I wear almost everyday for whole summer long when I was 14! That is when I was your size, Noah, so it should fit you well. My family rent vacation house on Caspian Sea and everyone come to visit us! I spent more time in water than on land so I only need one shirt." Navid unfolded a small red t-shirt with a picture of a man leading a camel down the beach with some Farsi script underneath.

"It will look good on you." He held it up to me and I held it like it was made of gold.

"Ok, you can throw out the clothes you put in the donation bag. This will do just fine." I kissed him and we made out on his bed for awhile and then got back to the box from his mom.

He reached down for a package of some kind of Iranian cookies with a picture of bananas on the side and then a bottle of cologne. There were a few Persian CD's and some kind of soap.

The last items were two boxes of shoes. One pair was his size, black leather dress shoes for interviews. The other was for me, grey suede tennis shoes with blue stripes up the side. They were for fun and I guess she didn't expect me to follow the professional path she had planned for her son.

"These are so cool! I love your mom!" I jumped up and took them from Navid's outstretched hands.

"So that is how to gain your love?" Navid laughed and started to pack up the loose tissue paper and strings.

Inside the left shoe was a new pair of sunglasses made from a sturdy, dark cherry wood. This lady definitely knew her style. I could see why Navid was always well dressed even though he didn't seem to care about clothes. He had a matching pair inside his boots and we tried them on as he snapped selfie pics with his phone of us.

I went to pick up the shoebox as Navid began to hang up our new clothes. Inside the box, under the tissue paper, there was a white envelope with my name in beautiful lettering.

"Look, Navid! She wrote me a letter too!" I said and started to open it.

"No! Wait! Do not open!" Navid's hands were fast and I saw the look of panic in his eyes.

"I mean... uh she probably write to you in Persian. I will translate this to you! Yes! I translate," Navid faked a smile and pressed the envelope between his palms without any attempt to open it.

"Well she wrote `Noah' in English on the envelope so maybe she tried it in English! Can I see?" I came towards him, but he slipped the letter into his pocket and pulled me in for a kiss instead.

"Don't you want I fuck you now? We have to have you back home with your father in a few hours." He slid his arms around me and brilliantly distracted me with kisses up the side of my neck. He slid his hands down my back and inside my shorts to grip my ass and knead it in his strong hands. I felt his thick bulge pressing against my stomach. Even in panic mode he still got hard at my touch.

"Please can I read it? We can read it together. She would have sent it with your letter if she didn't intend it for me, right?" I whispered between moans as he kissed along my cheek.

Navid froze. "Please Noah, don't ask this of me." He was begging, his tone was powerless and sad. He was hiding something big.

"Is there someone else? A girl you are supposed to marry? Is that what this is about?" I whispered as he held me close.

"No, there is no one but you! How can you think for this! Your mind create the worst, my love, but I promise there is none but you to own my heart. My parents know I am hard at study here and... no is not that!" Navid said but made no effort to say what else it might be.

"Is it me? She bought this stuff to bribe me to leave you alone?" I felt my heart racing against his chest, he still hadn't let go of me.

"Of course is not this! For that she would have to suspect of our love like this! For that she will not give you gifts and happiness. She would come after me," Navid sniffled against my ear. "Fine, let us look together. Ok?"

He pushed off of me after kissing my forehead and then we curled up on his bed together. He slid the letter nervously from his pocket, and I watched a vein in his throat pulse angrily. He opened the envelope and took out the small paper. It was in English, and it was obviously not her preferred language.

"Noah,

I hope this please you new shirt, shoe, pant. If not find right your body size, I beg forgive me. My son attend your needs to make strong in the life. Allah bless you, keep safe to you. Sincerest, Family Naseri."

"That was really sweet! I think I understood it! All. I have to write her a thank you letter! Can I? Do you send them letters?" I pet Navid's chest as I read it over a few times.

He looked relieved and I watched his breathing slowly calm and the vein disappear. I wondered what he was holding onto in that vault of a heart.

"I email, Noah. This is 2015! I will tell her of your gratitude. And yes, she is the best anyone could ask for," Navid said and spread a pained smile across his lips.

"Of course now I wonder what you were so afraid of me seeing!" I knew I shouldn't push it, but there was obviously something he was hiding here.

"I just... I tell them you are boy I take care of. I tell them you need guidance in the right path of life. Maybe I um... stretch truth about how much you need me guide you. But is only way for me to have them understand why I care so much for you. I worry when I see letter because I think she will tell you all this or make you feel like lost, bad boy. Sometime she can scold, is way of show care in my culture. But to you it may find offense. This make sense, my explanation?" Navid asked.

I nodded my head against his pecs. I got the picture. I was the wayward American street kid whose soul Navid was saving. I was his mission, his good deed.

"I'm your little criminal you are reforming? I don't know how I feel about that." I laughed.

"No, is the other way around. You open me to feelings I never think possible. You are the light in my heart. I love so much you, Noah. My heart break when you feel disappointed with something. I want only for you sunshine and love," Navid kissed the top of my hair and rubbed my back.

"You can't protect me from everything forever," I said and kissed his heartbeat.

"You don't know what I am capable of when it comes to you," Navid said as though I were under attack by some awful, unseen force. He pulled me in close and rubbed a hand down to my butt.

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"Focus, Noah. Your father has agreed so we can spend two nights there and come home later on Sunday," Navid said and pushed my hand away. He never lets me touch his butt. It's an off limits area of great beauty. I mean yes I have touched it quite a few times, but only when he was inside of me and I needed something to hold onto.

He had flopped down across the bed on his stomach and was checking email on his phone. I had taken the opportunity with his ass in the air to rub a hand below the waistband of his workout shorts to feel his firm, bubbly, furry butt. It was a man's ass, full and firm from years of hard sports and good genetics, that swaggered when he walked and swung that sizeable cock.

"Wait what is this? A dinner party sleepover?" I tried once more to rub his ass and this time he rolled over onto his back and brought me into his chest. He gave my bottom a playful swat and pretended to scold me. I'm not sure why he didn't like me back there. I offered to try and pleasure him like he did to me, but he said that is not what a man does. He said he has never enjoyed play down there.

"You remember the older men from the boat ride we took on Four July? The man who organize that, the older Persian men who is the protector of the white man who was on the boat and staring at you in jealousy the whole time, that man and his business partners want me to do project with them and get started on business here. They say they can help me get the visa paperwork to stay here and piece together enough jobs to start my own business here," Navid said excitedly and started playing with my ass to remind me that he could.

"So they invite us for weekend trip to big house they have rent on the beach up near Santa Barbara. Is only hour and half from here. They tell me not to bring anything but clothes and you. They are men like me who have their own... well, sort of like what we have... I guess. I don't know, Noah. Is so strange to me, but they share my culture and want to help me get setup here and provide a safe future for us." Navid sounded hopeful.

"And it's on the beach? So we can swim!" I showed that my mind had very different thoughts at the moment. I'd given up on the constant worry that he would leave the country or that he would eventually have to find a woman. I just wanted to enjoy every day with him.

"Yes, my love, of course we can," Navid sighed in contentment that things were headed in the right direction for us.

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Friday afternoon he put our supplies and luggage in the trunk and handed me a bag from Trader Joe's filled with organic, gluten-free snacks for our short road trip up the 101. He had bought things to take for our hosts even though the email they had sent him expressly said we didn't need to bring anything. Navid had said that it was still rude to show up with nothing, no matter what the invite said.

So we had bought pastries from the Persian Bakery he loved and some very expensive vodka and wine. I knew he wouldn't let me have any alcohol, he had assured my father of that. Still, it would be exciting to be at a party house this weekend.

For my part, I made some Rice Krispy Treats. I'm not very good with making junk food, but the recipe was simple enough and Navid pretended they were the best things ever to pass his lips.

Navid slid into the driver's seat wearing short, pink chino shorts and a tight, white t-shirt with a deep v-neck chest that showed his growing muscles and dusting of chest hair. He had on dark sunglasses and white canvas shoes appropriate for a day of leisure near the ocean. He looked over at me with an excited smile and reached over to cup my cheek and bring me in for a kiss. I had on longer white cargo shorts and a plain white t-shirt that he slid a hand up to caress my tummy.

"I cannot wait to be there with you. We are going to enjoy each other this weekend," He said after a fourth quick kiss.

On the drive up the coast he filled me in on the guys and how the weekend would go. There were three couples, two were Arab and white while the host was Persian with his man who was the white guy I'd shared odd moments with on the boat. Navid told me about the two men who were going to help him get started and connected with his business. He didn't discuss much of those details since he didn't think they were relevant to me. But he told me I should be on my best behavior and if I needed anything, to only alert him.

"I know you are so quiet by nature. You are soft boy with gentle heart. I don't ever need worry you say or do something to embarrass us... but I also want you enjoy the weekend so please speak up to me in private if you feel bored or sad or need anything. Ok, my love?" Navid squeezed my hand as we hit traffic around a curve in downtown Ventura. The ocean opened up in front of us showing low clouds in a beautiful, misty morning.

"Wow! It's so beautiful. We never go to the coast much and it's so close," I mused. It wasn't the answer he was looking for and he squeezed my hand tighter to bring me back. "Ok, yes sir. I will tell you how I feel."

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We pulled off the 101 half an hour after that. Navid had made good time. We doubled-back along a little road between the train tracks and the ocean and then turned down a smaller, private road. We passed a long row of ridiculously huge houses, each an architectural wonder. This was the California you see in movies and travel magazines. I wondered what celebrity lurked behind each huge wall.

Navid pulled the car up to one wall towards the end of the road and pushed on the intercom. He said something in Persian and then the gate slid open and we pulled up a large circle driveway in front of a modern house of glass and steel. He parked next to a mercedes off to the side and turned to me before getting out.

"Remember, this is important to our future for us. We must be kept our best behavior. But you, Noah, you're more important than anything to me. I need know you are happy and comforted." Navid kissed me and I nodded. I felt anxiety building inside of me at the understanding that this was huge for him. I needed to be his support here, help him shine.

He gave my hair one last pet and then jumped out to get our things. He insisted on carrying all of our bags save for one paper grocery bag with chips and the pastries from the bakery. I hugged it to my chest like a security blanket as I followed him to the front door.

"Navid!" That was the only word I caught as the rest was in Arabic or Persian. The door had opened and two dark, well-built men in their mid to late 40's emerged. We were ushered inside and Navid set down the case of alcohol and our bags before they gave him the traditional greeting of hugs and cheek kisses that always struck me as strange coming from such masculine guys. One of the guys even went so far as to rub his nose against Navid's which looked really bizarre. I kept still though and waited behind Navid.

When they'd finished, Navid presented me to the men and took the bag from my arms.

"Hello Noah, we have heard so much about you," the Persian host said to me in perfect English. "I don't know how you have the patience to date a traditional Persian boy, but let me know if he gets out of line with all that overly controlling macho nonsense," The man laughed and brought me in for a hug.

"Thank you sir, your house is... wow! I've never been anywhere so nice," I admitted and instantly regretted it. Maybe it would reflect on Navid if I didn't have experience with the finer things in life.

"It's just a friend's house. He lets me borrow it everytime he needs a favor! Please call me Karim," He said warmly. "And this, is Naif, my dear friend. His English is getting better." He pointed to the Arab guy who laughed and shook his head.

"Hello, dear Noah," Naif said in a smooth, deep voice that made my skin prickle. He pulled me in for a hug and rubbed his nose to mine like he was playing with his own child. He released me and I caught Navid's eyes looking less than pleased.

"And these are our partners," Karim continued as two white guys who were thin, but toned from a life of leisure and pilates, appeared behind him. I recognized the one from the boat and matched him with Karim, his name was Mike. The other one, who was with Naif, was named Josh. We exchanged hugs with them and then Mike took us up to our room as Navid collected our bags and left the food and alcohol in the foyer.

Our room must have been intended as the nursery. It was small, though larger than my bedroom at home, and had one door connecting to the hallway and another connecting to the master bedroom where Karim and Mike would stay. There wasn't a crib though, just a comfortable queen-sized bed topped with pillows.

Navid set down our bags and began to open them as Mike hovered and pointed out the bathroom and the patio door. He slid it open and a cool, Pacific breeze filled the room. He walked out on the patio to show me how it connected to a similar sliding door from their room. He entered through there and then came full circle back to our bedroom through the master.

"If you need anything, just come through here, ok? If it's unlocked then we're decent," Mike laughed, but it made me realize that the door between us only locked from their side.

"Let's let them get settled in," Karim surprised Mike from behind and slid an arm around his waist. Karim pulled him back against his chest and kissed his neck from behind in what seemed like a routine embrace for the pair. Mike turned towards Karim and kissed him fully on the lips. I looked at Navid who studied the two with a bit of shock at their openness. He'd never shown such affection towards me unless we were concealed from view.

"We will have lunch when the last pair arrives. I hope this room is comfortable for you both. We are just next door if you need anything. And um... don't worry about making noise, it's a solid wall." Karim laughed and I watched Navid's cheeks turn crimson as he forced a relaxed laugh in return. They closed our door and went back downstairs.

"You think they know we are going to do stuff together in here?" I asked Navid with a shocked whisper and sly grin. He came for me and slid his arms around me with urgency.

"Of course they do! But we shall be quiet anyways. I love the little noises I can make your body perform... but they are just for me. That is for private," Navid said and kissed me.

He hovered over me, kissing my neck as I started to move about to unpack our things. He made no effort to help and after one last kiss, he settled into the bed to play with his phone as I set up our little bathroom with our products. I couldn't complain, he'd driven the whole way and lugged everything around.

"I love this on you!" I said as I pulled out a sweater that matched his skin-tone and showed off his chest.

He just smiled at me with an appreciative nod and continued with his work on his phone. I hung up our things and then put our bags out of the way. By the time I got to the bed, Navid was passed out asleep and snoring with his phone still clutched against his chest. I set his phone on the side table and laid my head against his chest. Even in his sleep, he instinctively slid an arm around me and continued snoring.

"Hey guys. Lunch is ready," Mike whispered from the doorway a few minutes later. I had been daydreaming while Navid slept. He didn't wake up at Mike's quiet voice.

"Should we let him sleep more?" Mike asked and crept over to us quietly.

"No, he will be hungry." I started to push off Navid's chest and he started to wake up.

"What? Hungry my baby?" He said and rolled over towards me and away from Mike.

"And this smaller guest room also connects to the master bedroom..." Karim appeared at the doorway followed by Naif and Josh, and another couple I didn't know. He must have been giving them a tour of the house and we now had a full audience.

At the sound of Karim's entrance, Navid sat up with a start. He backed away from me.

"Oh! You boys were about to..." Karim started as the group studied us with knowing smiles.

"No! We... no! Just fell asleep like that accidentally!" Navid looked at me with desperate eyes like we'd just been caught in a crime. I just looked down and felt a knife slice through me.

Karim said something to him in Persian that made Navid relax. He calmed himself with a heavy sigh. Navid reached a hand towards me as the men turned and left us alone. I pulled back and turned towards the wall. Navid let out another long sigh. This was one of guilt and knowing he'd just fucked up.

"Please princess," he begged softly and put a hand on my back. He didn't pull me though. He wanted me to choose to forgive him.

I slid off the bed and walked to our little bathroom like I needed to use it. I closed the door and washed my hands as I breathed through my frustration. I hated that he felt such a great need to hide us from everyone in shame. He was ashamed of what he loved.

Before we headed down to lunch, he closed the doors and came to kiss and touch me. I realized that his shame was something deep inside him that he needed to face. I should have pushed him to face it. I should have confronted him and made him deal with it... but instead I comforted him and let him kiss his guilt away.

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After lunch, the Middle Easterners went off to the dining room to work on some business plan they wanted to include Navid in. Karim made some joke about this making the whole weekend an official business trip and tax write off.

I helped Mike clear away the lunch stuff and clean up in the kitchen. He stacked the dishes and then turned to a side counter with an enormous amount of alcohol.

"We're going to make drinks for them! I used to bartend in San Francisco!" Mike said excitedly and began pouring shots of this and that into a shaker of ice. He directed me to get four short glasses from a cabinet and I set them out so he could fill them with the brown mixture.

He put a short straw in each one and arranged them on a tray for me to take to the men in the dining room. I carried them like a waiter and passed by the two other white guys, Josh and the new guy whose name was Aaron. They were opening a bottle of wine and said they were heading out to the patio.

"Impressive! We'll make a go-go boy of you yet," Karim laughed when I walked in with their drinks. I set the tray down and handed each man one.

"You don't drink, ok my Noah?" Navid whispered under his breath as I handed him one. "If you are bored, come to me. I have game you like on my phone and you can go to nap in bed, ok?"

"I'm fine, you focus on here," I whispered back. The men were talking about their project, but I noticed more than one eye studying us and our hushed tones. I took the tray and left; Navid touched my thigh when I passed.

"The other guys took a wine bottle outside if you want to go?" I asked Mike when I came back in the kitchen.

"Oh yeah that's the first of many bottles with those two! I'm making a special cocktail for you and me." Mike laughed with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not supposed to drink," I confessed, knowing I was here to support Navid.

"I know, me either. Don't worry, it's a virgin drink but super tasty!" Mike started tossing fruit in a little blender cup.

"Your guy doesn't let you drink either?" I asked thinking Mike must be 30-something at least.

"Well no, it was both of us that decided that. I um... I don't handle alcohol so well and I don't know when to stop. This tattoo," Mike lifted his shirt to show me an anchor on his side. "I don't even remember getting it and I've never been big on anchors, so... Plus I did some hurtful things and Karim stuck by me through it all, but he helped me to quit."

"That's really awesome that you have that kind of support and you guys have been through so much together. I hope we make it that long," I mused.

"Oh honey, that boy may be fighting a very stifling culture, but he definitely isn't going anywhere. He confided everything in Karim about you. He has no one on his mind but you. He will come through it, and you are so patient to stick by him. It will pay off!" Mike sounded so hopeful as he poured our drinks that looked like smoothies into these cups that looked like hawaiian totem poles with scary faces. He put in straws and then stabbed some chunks of pineapple with these little plastic swords.

"C'mon let's go catch up on the gossip with the guys. We have a long time before our men are finished with this project," Mike said and nudged me out of the kitchen as he carried our drinks.

I spent the next few hours under a big umbrella on comfortable lounge chairs around a table as the three guys dished about their lives of massages, workouts, clubs, and other things that seemed like a distant future to me. Mike ran back in every 20 minutes or so to make the guys more drinks or bring them snacks. I could see how much he loved being the helpful host to his man. I wondered if someday I'd be like that with Navid. Would we survive and make it to that?

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By dinnertime, Navid was a little drunk along with the rest of the crew besides me and Mike. It was kind of funny to watch his inhibitions fade. We all settled into chairs wide enough for two around a fire pit in the backyard that opened up to the beach and sunset. Navid slid an arm around me and I snuggled into his chest as Karim and Mike worked the grill.

"I'm so proud of you," He whispered to me.

"I helped clean up and the guys were nice to me. I want this to work out for you. They're cool guys," I said back in a low voice as the other guys were joking around about something.

"No, I mean. I am proud to have you with me. You here in my arms. I am sorry for earlier when I freak out. I know it damage your feelings. I feel so bad for that," Navid said as he held me under one arm and rubbed my leg with his other hand. "I don't deserve my Noah."

"I know you have to work through things, but um these guys would be more shocked at seeing you NOT be affectionate with me. They know we're together. It's ok here." I kissed his cheek quickly. He brought a hand to my cheek and turned my face to his. He put his lips on mine and rubbed my face as his tongue slid inside.

We kissed for a few minutes and then noticed everyone was quiet. We stopped and turned to look at everyone eyeing us.

"Uhh, dinner's ready guys unless you need some alone time," Karim said with a laugh. He then said something in his language which must have been funny because most of the guys laughed, including Navid. I laid my head against his shoulder as Navid yelled a reply that must have been an offensive joke judging from the laughs it got. He kept his arm around me.

"Do you two want your own plates this time or share one like you did on the dinner boat?" Mike asked as we all came over to the buffet he had set up. Karim set down a big plate of meat, fresh from the grill.

"Just one, Noah doesn't eat so much," Navid said as he pulled me by the hand.

"You remember that?" I asked Mike with surprise as Navid took only one plate and nudged me towards the food. He put a mix of things on the plate as he gently pushed me along by bumping his bulge against my butt while he hummed some Persian beat. He was happy.

"You two were so cute together! You were so happy in his lap, of course we all saw it," Mike was referring to Navid pulling me onto his lap during the fireworks show.

"Our boys have bonded," Karim noted to Navid as we settled in around the outdoor dining table.

"It is good, Noah can learn from yours," Navid said and set the plate between us. He rubbed my hair playfully and went to get another drink.

"I've never seen him loosen up like this," I said to the two men as the other couples sat in the empty chairs.

"He has the weight of his culture, his religion upon him. He is drunk and so he forgets it. Mike here had the same thing." Karim put a supportive arm around his partner.

"You're from Iran?" I asked knowing that didn't sound right.

"Um no," Mike laughed. "I'm from Utah, very traditional Mormon family. I left home at 17, bus to Reno. My father believed that any sin could be beaten out of someone. I didn't stick around for more of it."

"Here in America? For real?" I asked.

"For real what, my Noah?" Navid showed up behind me with a drink for him and a juice for me. Mike filled him in on his story as Navid nodded knowingly.

"Much of the world is not ok to be yourself, choose your own path... is so different here," Navid said and kissed my cheek. He offered me a piece of chicken from his fork.

"But I will do what it takes to be with my love," Navid continued. "I am slave to my heart and Noah holds it inside him." He was getting sappy and his right hand had slid down to my ass.

+++

Navid had wanted to play around when we'd made it upstairs, but alcohol made him both sleepy and tender. He kissed and touched me as he yawned and insisted he wanted to play around. A few minutes into me sucking on that beautiful Persian cock however, he fell asleep with his hand on the back of my head. I didn't notice at first, but then realized his hand was just resting on my head, not gripping my hair and guiding me like he loved to do. So I pulled his shorts back up and went to brush my teeth.

I wasn't sure how bad he was going to feel when he woke up, but when I opened my eyes the next morning he was there in their in the corner doing his Muslim prayers as always. He had tucked me in and slid a pillow under my cheek where his chest usually supported me. He had his back to me, stretching that beautiful ass for me to spring a tent in my briefs.

It always reminds me of yoga when he does his prayers. He is up and down constantly as he sings his song of prayer in quiet tones. I never did ask him what language he prays in. I assumed it would be Persian. He finished and I snapped my eyes closed again.

As was his routine, he would come over to the bed afterwards and pray his whispered song over me as I slept. Some mornings I would wake up during that part and I'd instantly feel regret for missing the part I liked to watch. He finished and kissed my forehead while I pretended to just be waking up.

I looked up at him with a yawn as he pet my hair and wished me good morning.

"I drink so much last night, is not good. I am sorry I fall asleep on you. Thank you for put water and advil by my bed table. I wake up in middle of night and needed it. Now I feel ok. You always take care of me my love," Navid said with a tone of regret.

I looked at the bedside table where there was a half empty bottle of water and one of those little dixie cups you put a few pills in. Except... I didn't put it there. Mike must have come in after we'd fallen asleep and put them there. He knew how to take care of a night of drinking.

I wasn't embarrassed that he'd seen us cuddled up together. Navid had shown him that we were very much in love. Still, it was a little unsettling to know that someone had come in there while we slept.

"Oh, yeah. No worries. It was nice to see you let your guard down like that," I covered for Mike. Navid would have been very embarrassed to know someone had watched us.

He leaned down and kissed me and then slid his arms around my back to pull me up into his chest. He was on a mission this morning and kissed me with a rising need growing in his shorts. I rubbed his bulge as it thickened up along his thigh. His tight, muscled chest heaved with breath as he leaned forward and pushed me back against the blanket.

"I need fuck you so bad, my baby. You want this, yes?" Navid grabbed his cock and whipped it out of the shorts and then shoved them down his legs and off as he climbed over me. He walked on his knees up my body until his cock was arced in a sword over my face. It flopped down and hit my nose as I inhaled his musk.

"Yes sir, please fuck me," I licked my tongue up the underside of his shaft as he looked down at me to watch the power he had over my body. He put the tip of his cock to my lips and pushed it in. It used to hurt my jaw to take too much of him in, but my body was getting used to his exaggerated size. More than that, it started to crave it. I found myself reaching for his lap to feel the outline of his always thick meat. It was my security, my grounding force, my rock.

He shoved his cock in and out of my mouth a few more times as I coated it with spit and then stood and got off the bed. He flipped me over onto my stomach and then grabbed the waistband at the back of my briefs. He lifted me up to my knees and pushed me forward towards the pillows. He got behind me on the bed and pushed me forward to bend over the pillows.

"It's so beautiful!" I noted as I caught sight of the morning beach from the window behind our bed. The sun was rising over the ocean and we paused together to take it in.

"It is no more beautiful than the sight I wake up to every morning with my Noah," Navid whispered from behind me and kissed my ear. He was leaning over me and his thick cock laid against my hole. He started to hump against me as we watched the sunrise and an older man in expensive running gear using the sand as his morning track.

"Oh! Noah! Look what I find in the side table," Navid exclaimed suddenly as he lifted up off of me. I turned to the side, hugging the pillow, as I looked to see. Navid pulled out a sampling of little packages.

"What's that?" I asked as he brought them towards me. "Oh, lube! Woah every kind too," I laughed.

"Not so loud, my Noah!" Navid whispered. "What would my baby like for his bottom?"

"They have cherry! That just sounds weird," I laughed.

"No flavors, I like the taste of my princess." Navid stroked his cock while I browsed.

I picked out a silver package and Navid said it was a good kind he had used before.

"With who? A guy? Do I know him?" I let my curiosity get the better of me.

"No, baby. I shouldn't have said that. We don't discuss those things," He admonished. I let it pass and he set the other packs back in the drawer. He kissed me, stroked my pale chest, tweeked a nipple, and then pushed me gently to bend over the pillows and expose my ass to him.

"So beautiful," Navid said as he thumbed at my hole. "So pink and always so tight, my baby."

He kissed down my back and then I felt his tongue worm inside me as my cock throbbed against the pillows. I looked out the window. Naif, one of the Arab guys was out by the pool sitting in a lounger and playing on his phone. He didn't look up and I'd already seen that the windows were heavily tinted.

"Ahhh," I caught my breath as Navid expertly licked and teased my hole. He worked his tongue in circles, pushing at the rim. He raised a hand to my lips and I sucked eagerly on his finger to get it wet.

"Mmmhhh," I whined as I sucked his finger. He was so damn good back there and knew how to make my cock pulse without touching it.

"That's my good baby. You want your man inside you?" Navid asked as he slid his tongue out of me and began to rub the wet finger around my hole. "It's so tight, but you are getting used to me now."

"Yes please," I begged and wiggled my ass for him. He pushed his finger inside me and used the other hand to smack my ass and knead it roughly.

"I need to seed my baby," He said, "You have earned it."

"Fuck me, please," I whimpered and turned to look at him. His eyes had that glint of need and desperation. He stroked his cock to full mast and then reached for the lube packet. He tore it open with his teeth and a little drizzled down the packaging. He poured a generous amount over my hole and scooped it in with two fingers.

My cock was ready to blow from all his attention as I humped the pillow. He got up on his knees and walked forward along the bed to line his cock up with my hole. He took his fingers out and gripped my waist with one hand as he stroked himself with the lubed fingers.

"Please." I wiggled my ass and tried to push back against his cock, but he held me firmly. I felt so intensely connected to him when he was inside me. He always took his time and pushed me to the brink of desire before he slid in.

"Hush, my princess, be patient," Navid cautioned as he leaned down over my back and kissed at my neck. He rubbed his teeth over the nape of my neck as I tried to turn my head to kiss him. I felt his tip poke against my hole, but he was just teasing it, making me whine and beg.

His other hand rubbed over my chest, pinches my nipples, and pushed me back against him.

"I love you, my boy, my beautiful Noah. Relax for me so I can enter my paradise," He praised as his tip began to push into my hole. He pushed on my stomach, massaging it to relax me.

"I love you too. I need you so much," I said as my breathing became ragged and my pulse sped up. My body was filled with tiny trumpets sounding off that his cock was near its well-owned hole. I knew how good it would make me feel. Navid put both hands on my waist and pushed hard as his tip popped inside me. It was a weird trick he must have picked up somewhere and it pushed me past that initial shock.

"Ahh!" I gasped through gritted teeth as I instantly felt full but wanted more.

"Shh," he nipped at my ear and rubbed my chest. "Calm, my princess, open to me, beautiful one." He started to push in. His cock was full and insistent and it lit up my insides as he pushed along.

"Yes sir, don't stop," I whined and tried to push back against him.

"No, my Noah. Let me do my job," Navid cautioned and pushed me back away from him. He was always so concerned that I would hurt myself. I wasn't smart enough to control my need for him.

He pushed in another inch and then slowly pushed deeper. He kept pausing to kiss me, rub me, tell me how good it felt, ask if I was ok. He bit at my ear, my shoulders, my neck. He held me so tightly sometimes that it pushed the air out of me as his cock wormed deeper.

"Fuck!" I said when he got too far and he paused and apologized as he kissed me. He started to pull it back out after a good minute of just holding still.

"Uhhh No please," I whined as it started to slide out of me.

"It comes back, don't worry," He assured as he slid halfway out and then slowly back in.

He slowly sped up as he gained confidence that I could keep up with him. He started pushing in farther and faster as he kissed me. He would turn my face to him, check my eyes, and then push my face back into the pillow as he fucked me.

My cock pushed against the pillow and I knew I was leaking precum all over it, but I couldn't do anything about it. He had me on the edge. Each time he thrust in and breathed hot air over my neck, kissed my cheek, and rubbed my chest, he sent me closer and closer to finishing.

"Fuck, my boy feel so good. So tight on me. I love my princess baby pink boy," He was mumbling nonsense, but it was still hot.

"You feel so good inside me. Don't stop please," I was begging and my eyes were tearing up as he forced himself inside me. For all his gentle kisses and soft words, he knew how to own an ass quite well.

"I cum," I begged, there's no other word for what I was doing. I needed it, every inch he could give me. It was pushing the cum up my shaft each time he shoved into me.

"Yes baby, cum for daddy. I love how I make you shoot," He growled and raised me up off the pillows so we were both kneeling as he fucked into me. My cock raised up as I went weak in his arms.

"Fuck, here... fuck, Naveeeed," I whined as my body began to shake and my cock pulsed back and forth as it started to shoot all over his pillow.

"Fuck, me too. Your hole grip me so tight, baby," Navid said. I felt my hole clamp down on him and he began to move with me as his cock started to burst inside me. I felt hot white shots of his seed launch deep inside me and coat me with his marker.

We lurched together in disorienting euphoria at how good our bodies made each other feel. He held me tightly as my abs jerked and twisted with each hot load that my cock fired off.

"Uhhhh I love you," I gasped.

"I love you too my perfect boy," Navid encouraged between moans as his muscles jerked and twisted with the shower he was giving my hole.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," we loved that word and said it in unison as our bodies collapsed into a pile of sweaty breathless love.

We laid there together as he rubbed me and told me how happy I made him. He was never at a loss for sweet words.

Navid went to start the shower as I took the pillowcase and rinsed it in the bathroom sink with lots of soap and cold water. I thought I had cleared off the evidence so I wrung it out and hung it to dry.

+++

"We started without you. It sounded like you had more pressing needs than food," Karim joked as we came downstairs to find everyone eating plates of eggs, bacon, and pastries.

"There is plenty. I will bring you a plate," Mike said and hopped off to the kitchen.

"Thank you," I said and looked at Navid. I was sure he would be embarrassed by Karim's joke, but he just shrugged and pulled a slice of mango from a tray on the table.

"I can't say no to my boy," Navid laughed and sat down next to Naif. I was shocked he would make a joke like that. It was a rare moment for him and I didn't know if he was really opening up with these guys or if he just wanted to fit in here since they could help his future immensely.

Navid pulled me down next to him and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. He slid his arm around me as Mike set a full plate in front of us. Navid picked up a fork and then handed me one of my own. We took turns scraping up the food. He looked so happy and kept stroking my shoulder. I decided I didn't care what his motives were. I wanted him. +++

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