Noah's Starship

Sorry for my silence, life got crazy

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[-Goodbye to family, hello to year two-]

+{Noah's Starship}+

-+-[Ch. 15]-+-

~By Emri~

+++ Noah +++

"You can't go home tomorrow. The news says Iran is dangerous," I urged Mr. Naseri. There had been an article about some nuclear deal going on and some people saying it was going to get us killed.

"Noah! My home is not dangerous. It will be just fine. I have lived there all my life," Mr. Naseri laughed.

"I'm serious... it could be dangerous," I reached over and put my hand on his, I rubbed the back of his hand with one finger and looked down at the table.

"You really are worried, aren't you?" Mr. Naseri observed. He took both of my hands and held them in his.

"I don't want you to get hurt," I said as his warmth flowed through my hands.

"Our countries don't tell the truth about each other," he said and held my hands tightly. We were having our last morning together before they went home.

We'd developed a little routine of walking to the coffee place while Navid was off on business and Mrs. Naseri was preparing food or off with Navid. Mr. Naseri loved trying all the varieties, the weird flavors of America that they didn't have back home. He liked how specialized he could get his drink.

"But it's from the newspaper. Why would they do that?" I said and took a sip of my green tea.

"That's a very good question. Our countries used to be friends. When I was young, Iran was emulating much about your country. Some of us felt that we had gone too far though and were in danger of losing our culture. Things got ugly pretty quickly, but now we are hopeful that peace is in sight," he explained as he rubbed my shoulder.

"Oh... but maybe you should stay an extra few weeks just to make sure... you could just stay here if you wanted to. We have room for you both," I said. Although I really wanted things back to normal with Navid, I would miss his parents when they left.

"I have a job and children back in Iran. If it is dangerous then I must go home and protect them," Mr. Naseri chuckled at my offer.

"I know... I just... I like having family here. I'm going to miss this," I said.

Mr. Naseri nodded and hugged me to his side. He assured me that we would be together again before too long. He sounded so confident about it like he never thought we could be adversaries. Maybe he would think differently if he knew what I was to his son, what I lusted after.

I'm not sure how, but the conversation turned to gender roles. He noted a couple in the coffee shop where the "husband" went to sit at the table while the "wife" went to the counter and engaged the male cashier to get the drinks. He thought the man should have done that and shouldn't have let her pay or talk with other men. He gave a look of shock to a guy who walked in with quarter-sized ear spacers stretching his earlobes wide. He said that would never be done in his country. We talked about how different it was here.

And then I asked something without thinking. I couldn't stop myself. I rambled foolishly. I asked what they did when men didn't want to be like that with women or didn't want to be with women. He looked at me strangely, I never ventured into topics of controversy like that.

"I shouldn't ask that," I said after I asked it. "You probably don't want to talk about that."

"No," Mr. Naseri straightened up and shook his head. "It's ok, Noah. It's ok to ask questions. You're a very inquisitive boy, that's not a bad thing. Was there a reason for you to ask this?"

My pulse started to thump against my brain. Was he asking me if I had asked because I like boys? Did he know?

"No... no sir, I was just... curious," I shrugged with a dismissive chuckle and desperately tried to backpedal out of this.

I felt my heart pounding just thinking about how he might answer, or how Navid would react when he found out I'd asked that of his father. But Mr. Naseri smiled and rubbed my shoulder in that fatherly way he had.

"In my country one belongs to his family. There is a responsibility to each other as part of a group. We support each other and help when there is need. We are always there for each other. It is different here as it is in Britain. Did that answer your question?" he asked and cocked his head to the side.

It didn't... not at all.

"Yes sir... That's really... great families. Wow,," I said wanting this to end quickly. He smiled and nodded.

"If you are worried about becoming a man, Noah, you shouldn't. You're still young and small. You have much growing to do and have many days ahead of you. There is no reason to rush it," he said.

"I hope I can be as good of a man as Navid is," I said.

"I hope so too. Navid is severely strict with you. He doesn't allow you much room to grow. I've spoken to him about it, but he feels it is necessary because of your upbringing. If you don't push back against him, he will not give you enough room to spread your wings. You have to let him know when to back away. I can see how badly you want his approval, but he's a loyal father to you. He won't abandon you. He is learning how to be a father, how to support as I did but yet still give you room to grow," Mr. Naseri said.

"You gave him room to grow?" I asked.

"I gave all my children room to make mistakes. It is how we learn. My children always know that I am there for whatever they need, but I step aside when their need is to learn on their own. Navid doesn't have that part of it. He wants everything to be easy and simple for you... too simple. He needs more pushback to figure it out...ok?" Mr. Naseri asked.

I nodded and his smile returned. I couldn't tell him that saying no to Navid, defying him, made my stomach ache and my chest tighten. Navid fought and worked for every dollar he earned in the struggle to build his business. I wanted him to come home to a happy place where he was king and in complete relaxation.

He eyed me thoughtfully for an awkward minute as if reading the confusion in my head and then went on talking about how much he would love to have a coffee shop like this in his neighborhood. We stayed on light topics as we walked back home. It was the last time we'd do this for the foreseeable future. There was an unspoken sadness between us.

+++ Navid +++

Noah, my beautiful prince, was stretched out on our bed when I got home. I'd been away for nearly five hours to see my parents off on their flight. We had lunch on the way to the airport and then I got their bags checked in at the ticketing counter and sat with them for an hour before they had to go to their gate.

I could tell Noah had been busy in my absence. The house was cleaned and everything in our bedroom was put back to the way it was before my parents' visit. He had changed the sheets and bedspread back to the ones we used. I took off my shoes and sat next to him on the bed. I already knew that our clothes would be back in our drawers, everything back to how it had been before my parents' visit. He always worked so hard to make sure I came home to an impeccable, perfect place.

I leaned over his sleeping frame and pushed back his light blonde hair. He had it grown out on top and shaved close on the sides. His eyes looked a little puffy and I could see the bits of salt down the side of his cheek that told me he had been crying. He had bonded so quickly and deeply with my parents.

I understood it. Noah longed for two parents who were stable and the large family he never had. He was fascinated to hear my parents' stories of the foolish or funny things I had done as a child with my brothers and sisters. He wanted that connection; to lose himself in the safety of a large tribe. My parents so readily welcomed him and Noah was somewhat devastated when I told him it wasn't easy for Americans to visit Iran.

I rubbed down Noah's chest and felt his stomach rumble when my hand passed it. He probably hadn't eaten since my mother's breakfast this morning. He never ate when he got too busy or upset. Though I was desperate to slide off his clothes and be inside my boy, I knew I would have to remedy this soon. Noah needed a bit of coercion to take care of himself sometimes. He needed a protector.

The final two hours at the airport with my parents was wasted trying to work up the nerve to confess everything to them. My father had pressed a wad of bills into my hand before he left. He said it was money he forgot to exchange, but I knew he was leaving it for me to spend because I hadn't needed their financial support.

"Take it back to Iran and deposit it there," I said knowing the banks in Tehran liked to have US cash. My father insisted the government regulation prohibited this, but we both knew the banks would circumvent it and want the cash as a service for their higher-income clients.

"Use it for something, a gift for Noah. He rarely spends your money. Use it for his tuition or shoes or whatever the boy likes. You are too strict with him! Think of this as payment for putting up with you," my father laughed but he wasn't entirely joking.

"He has all that he needs, but... I don't wish to argue about this, father," I shoved the cash in my pocket without counting it.

I wanted so desperately to tell them what Noah meant to me, to explain to them what was right in front of their eyes. He was my perfect boy, I would never find better. No one was more suited to my heart, my soul, my world.

They already loved him. If he had been female they would have insisted that I marry him on the spot. He fit with them, respected them, cared for them as if he were their own child. My father would have immediately contacted Noah's and made arrangements.

He checked off every box on my mother's list. Noah was kind and gentle, soft-spoken and supportive. He wanted her guidance in the kitchen, the home... If he spoke our language, he would want her guidance in life as well. She saw how he was wise with my money, this is important for Persians. The wife controls most of the home budget, and my mother watched every coin that was spent on food, clothing, entertainment.

She saw how Noah prefered a homecooked meal, how he shook his head no when I tried to buy him a pair of shoes I saw him eye with desire when we went to the mall. She could clearly see that he had reduced my wasteful extravagance. Even with a place of our own and two mouths to feed, I had spent less of my parents' money this past year. She always complained about that with my brothers' wives. She said they were wasteful, ungrateful, unwilling to learn from her.

Why was his gender the defining item to disqualify him as my life partner? How could life be so harsh and inflexible?

I played through the scenarios of what they would do if I told them I planned to marry Noah someday. They wouldn't yell or scream, they would insist that I was wrong, mistaken, confused. Once they were convinced though, my father would go to the ticket counter and trade his in for a ticket in my name.

He would send me home with my mother while he closed up my life here. They would blame America. I was corrupted by its siren of temptations. My father would close my accounts, sell the belongings that couldn't be sent home... and close up my life with Noah.

He wouldn't be harsh with Noah. He couldn't do that to such a kind soul.

He loved the boy and would be convinced that I had somehow corrupted him. It must have been my fault, my evil influence. How could a boy as sweet and innocent as Noah ever do something so perverse with another man. Of course he would blame me for that. He would give Noah money to finish school and help him take whatever he wanted from our home back to his father's apartment. He would tell Noah that I was needed back in Iran, and it was best to move on without me.

My father would save every ounce of his wrath for when he returned to me. I would be married within the month to whatever woman my mother chose; whomever would be ready on short notice. They would press me to get her pregnant quickly, more things to entrap me and solidify that I was a real man.

"Karim," Noah said softly. I woke from my thoughts to find his brilliant, sleepy, sea-green eyes blinking up at me. They were so light and unique, as though they were crafted in an art studio.

"No, baby, it's me," I corrected thinking he was confused on my identity. I rubbed his cheek.

"No, Karim came by. He left a gift for us to open," Noah said with a wide yawn. He pointed to a red, paper bag sitting next to the door. I went to get it and set it on the bed between us as Noah sat up and stretched.

"He let himself in..." Noah started but I interrupted him.

"He found you crying?" I asked.

Noah nodded, "He brought me upstairs to lie down and then held me until I fell asleep... I didn't hear him leave."

That left a knot in my stomach. I didn't want anyone else holding my boy. Karim sometimes felt too comfortable with affection, with injecting himself into our relationship. Sometimes it felt like he wanted to be in control of how I loved Noah. He offered advice, scolded me if he thought I wasn't taking good enough care of him or treating him well.

I know he means well. I went to him because he was my boss and a huge help in getting my career going and my work visa. He thought of himself as another father to me. He had faced many of the obstacles I needed to overcome. He grew his own business from nothing, made his family accept his relationship, and had a partner who was loyal and supportive.

He was the perfect role model and so generous with me. Still, I knew a part of him wanted Noah. He had a certain smile he only used when he saw my boy. It made me uncomfortable sometimes. He would never cross our friendship, but he seemed comfortable pushing the boundary.

But Noah needed the comforting and I wasn't here to give it. Love compelled me to want for his comfort even if it was provided by another's hand. I sighed and forced a smile.

"Do you feel better? You need to eat something," I put a hand to his pale, unblemished cheek.

"I'll be ok. Just sad. Open the gift!" Noah insisted. He pushed the bag towards me and bit his lip in anticipation.

Noah loves a package. Whenever we get one in the mail he always begs me to open it and shows a small look of disappointment if there's nothing in it for him. I make sure that when I order things online there is always something for him. The look on his face is worth it every time.

Inside the bag was a jumble of tissue paper with a small card atop it. I took it out and read it to Noah.

"For you two to enjoy some time together free from family and friends." The handwriting looked suspiciously neat and I guessed that Mike must have written it.

I pulled at the tissue paper until I found a piece of blue elastic. I pulled it out to reveal a shiny blue thong with a yellow mesh pouch in front. The pouch was oversized to indicate it was meant for a well-endowed man.

"I think that's yours," Noah said with an excited laugh.

"I will look ridiculous like this!" I protested and felt my face flush. It looked like something I had seen on a dancer at a club Karim took me to for lunch one day. He wanted to shock me and insisted on calling the dancer over to our table. He had tipped him generously for rubbing up against me and then squatting in Karim's lap once I'd pushed him away gently. I hadn't shared that story with Noah for obvious reasons.

"Please! For me! You have to!" Noah whined.

"Ok, my love. But! If he sends something for you, you must wear for me as well," I offered.

"It's a deal! Try it on before we look at the rest of the bag!" Noah bit his lip with happy excitement.

"You must really want this to pass up seeing what he brings you!" I laughed and went off to the bathroom with the tiny thong. I quickly slid off my clothes and sighed at my naked frame in the mirror. The things I would do for my Noah. I'd skipped a few workouts and enjoyed a little too much of my mother's cooking. Noah still acted as though I were as hot as I'd ever been. He always seemed to overlook my flaws. I noted that my mother's cooking hadn't added a single pound to his lithe frame. I would spend this week getting back to my gym routine and being a good support for his needs.

I pulled up the thong and found that I had to shove my cock and balls inside the mesh pouch. It had a strap that came up under my balls to put my package on full display. My cock instantly fluffed up at the memory of the dancer I'd seen wearing this. He wasn't as handsome as my boy, but he knew how to move, to make his body twist and bend in ways that pleased men.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back out to the bedroom. Noah had put on dance music, a light thumping bass for me to entertain him.

"I have to dance for you as well?" I laughed and Noah nodded seductively. He laid back against the pillows and folded his arms behind his head.

"Yeah daddy, show me what you got," he said in a low and hungry tone. I get a thump in my chest when he calls me that. I love being his protector, his guide. I blushed a little and then rubbed a hand slowly down my chest and down to the towel to grip my bulge and give a few thrusts of my hips. Noah gave a nervous laugh, but I saw his hand slide down between his thighs. Seeing me hot always made his pussy twitch.

I danced my way over to him while I used one hand to clutch the towel and the other to rub myself as I bounced and dipped. I paused at his side and turned my ass towards him. It was covered with the towel, but he reached to rub it and I gave a few twerks towards him.

"Fuck yeah, you're so good at this," he praised as I rubbed my ass against his arm.

I turned quickly and Noah sat up to try and reach me. I pushed him back against the pillows and knelt up and over his legs to straddle him on the bed. I kept the towel closed, but bounced over him a few times, squatting low to rub my ass against his legs. Noah reached a hand to my knee and slid it up my thigh to grip my package.

"That's huge," he exclaimed as though he hadn't seen it before.

"Yes?" I asked and raised my eyebrows. I let go of the towel and whipped it away to bounce my package in his face. The thong made my cock look like an obscene, floppy fin. My cock was hard and it strained the yellow mesh pouch so my dark brown tool was in full view.

"Best... stripper... ever," Noah gasped and reached to stroke my cock. I gave him a wink and let him stroke me a few times. My cock always felt so big in his smaller hands. He had to use both to get it under control.

I enjoyed it for a few more seconds, but then pushed him away.

"Let's see what else is in the bag!" I suggested and saw a deep look of disappointment overtake his face. He whimpered a few times, but I was already off of him and sat down against the bedspread.

Noah crossed his arms with that little pout he does. I returned his pout with stern eyes and he quickly straightened up and crawled across the bed to my side.

Next in the bag was a plastic pouch with three small vials of different lubricants. Noah read the labels and decided he'd like to try the one that is supposed to tingle. I didn't normally like those things and we certainly didn't need any added excitement, but I'd try it.

I didn't see anything else in the bag, but then Noah put his hand in and scrounged the bottom.

"There's something plasticky down there," he said and pulled out a wrapped flat package. It held some kind of white material and the label brand said "AccessBoy." Noah raised one eyebrow at me and handed it to me.

"What is it?" he asked as I picked at the wrapping.

"I don't know, but it must be yours so you promise to wear!" I laughed uncertainly. I got the package opened and pulled out a sheer pair of white tights like something a woman would wear. Noah looked at me with crazy eyes.

"I think those are for girls," he said and pulled at one leg of them. I held them up and we both gasped in shock. One side of them had a slit flap like the front of a pair of boxers and the back had a cutout hole where his ass could be accessed. Just above the hole was a logo of a small cartoon rabbit with his tongue hanging out.

It was a very crude item, not fit for a boy like Noah. I reached for the plastic packaging and turned it over to look for some guidance, but there was none. I worried that he would be offended.

"Noah... this is not something for a nice boy like you. You don't have to wear..." I started to say, but Noah cut me off.

"No, a deal is a deal," Noah took a deep breath and snatched the package from my hands. He took the tights and bounded off towards the bathroom to figure out what they were. I was a little stunned by his reaction. I thought he would think it was too weird. Noah was so sweet and pure, a clean boy. I can't imagine why Karim thought it would be a good gift.

He came out a minute later wearing only the tights. His penis was fully hard and poked down along his right thigh.

He paused by the door to the bathroom and leaned against the frame, his legs crossed, head bowed. He fidgeted, wouldn't look me in the eye. I knew he was self conscious, thought he looked silly, but he was beautiful. They made his legs look like the finest ballerina Russia could offer.

My boy stood there trembling slightly, unsure of my ever-present approval. The side of his bubble butt curved gracefully and begged for his man's attention. Everyone always thought he was so thin, but his body, though small, was incredibly toned with flawless, creamy skin.

The white of the tights was mostly transparent and I could see his package tucked away behind the flap. I raised off the bed and went for him. I could resist no longer. My boy raised his head, looked at me sheepishly, and bit his lip softly.

"I think it was meant for someone with a better body," he said, showing his modesty.

"Such a body does not exist. My prince is perfect," I corrected.

"You like it? It's not too weird?" he asked, still looking uncertain in his sexuality.

"You look beautiful, Noah. You always do. It's perfect," I said and pulled him into my chest. My hands quickly rubbed down to his firm, satiny cheeks. My finger rubbed down the center of his cheeks through the opening. He reacted, pushed out his ass, opened to me. My finger touched his hole and I felt his teeth graze against my nipples. I lifted him up and took him back to our bed.

"Fuck, baby... so perfect," I gasped as I laid him down and his legs spread for me. I took his right leg, feeling the silky material and lifted his foot to my lips. His toes, snug in the tight material wiggled as I sucked them into my lips. He giggled and squirmed on the bed, raising his ass so I could see his rosebud wink at me through the opening.

His other foot found my abs and he rubbed down over them to poke at the obscene bulge in my stripper jock. He pushed at it with his toe and I quickly pushed it down and off. He clearly had control of the sexiness in the room. My little thong was unnecessary. My fat brown cock tumbled out and did its best to stand proudly before him. After all this time his eyes still bulged out when he saw it and his adam's apple took a hard swallow.

"I need you," my boy whined and I let his toes fall from my attention. I knelt down on the bed between his spread legs and bent down over him to slide my arms around his back. He raised up his head until our lips met and my tongue slid between his. I tasted my boy, so sweet with just a hint of sleep mouth from his nap. I didn't mind. He was mine in any condition. I rubbed his soft blonde hair and let my tongue explore his sweet mouth.

"Mmmm," I felt a deep groan from my chest as his hand slid down to grip my cock. He put it between his cheeks and rubbed the pulsing tip against his pussy. I felt his hard cock slide against my abs as he jerked my cock and tried to force it inside him. He wasn't prepped, lubed, or opened for me, but he still made a valiant effort to stuff himself with what he needed.

"Baby," I whispered softly as I kissed down his chin, over his chest, and down the developing abs of his tummy. His little belly button protruded slightly, just cute enough to attract my kisses.

"Yeah, fuck me Naviiii," Noah squealed as I hit a sensitive spot that made his cock thump. I kissed down until I hit the hem of his tights strung tight across his stomach. The tip of his cock touched my chin and left a dollop of his boycum.

"You like that?" I asked as his cock spilled out another pearl of precum. I licked across the hem of the tights and then tasted a hint of my boy. It was sweet and light, a perfect serum of his spirit.

"Ahhh!" Noah bucked his hips and gasped as I traced my tongue down the outline of his cock. His hand reached down and his fingers tangled in my hair as I slurped lightly at his boy cock. It wasn't nearly my size, but it fit him, the beta, the prince, my perfect heart.

"Fuhhhh" he mumbled mindlessly as I moved on from his cock and kissed down to his thighs. He spread his legs wider and then brought his knees up to straddle his chest. He held them back to offer his hole for me, his sweet prize that needed my attention.

"Fuck me please," he whined and rocked against the bed to draw attention to his needy hole.

"You want me in your little pussy? You want me to breed you?" I asked and pulled away to make him beg for it.

"Yes, please, fuck me..." Noah whined.

"Fuck what?" I asked and held back. I wanted him to say it, admit what he had, what it was, what I loved.

"Fuck my pussy... please sir," Noah begged with ragged breath, he pushed a hand down there to finger his hole as though I needed a demonstration of my manly duty. I never needed reminders of how to make my baby feel good.

"Are you sure? You want me to open it first?" I laughed. His condition looked so pathetic. He brought my hand to his mouth and sucked in two fingers as he nodded with a look of deep sadness. My heart melted at that and I took pity on my baby. I leaned down between his legs and lapped at his quivering hole. It was always so tight and gripped me perfectly. I had to open it before I hurt him.

"Ahhhh!" Noah let out a high-pitched whine that went up as I slid my tongue into him. I wiggled it around his ring as it clamped down on my tongue. Noah's body gave a shiver and I knew his cock was thumping in the tights. I'd been with quite a few boys and none had ever reacted so beautifully to anal stimulation. He was meant for it, a natural lover fit for me. I loved to lick his hole, play with it until he got to the edge or shot his cum all over just from my touch to his hole. I could do that to him, his body was meant for me.

"Fuhhh Naviiiii," Noah got louder, we were alone. He could lose control now that our home was once again just for us. I peeped my eyes up over his balls to see his eyes roll back and his lids flutter. His hand reach down and mussed my hair again as I tongue fucked his perfect pussy.

I reached a hand up and shoved two fingers back in his mouth so he could suck on them and pacify his whining. He slurped them in with force. He slobbered them knowing they would soon be inside him, lighting his path of ecstasy and drilling him open for my cock.

I rubbed the fingers over his tongue one last time and then took them out, leaving a trail of spit down his chin and chest as they made their way to his tight little chute.

"You want this, baby?" I said and rubbed a sopping finger, slobbered with his spit, across his pulsing pussy.

"Yes sir, please, fuck me," he choked out and moaned as I pushed against his hole. He inhaled sharply and opened to me. I slipped in both fingers before his ring clamped down on them.

"Uhhhhh," he let out a deep moan like a mummy in search of brains.

"You feel so good, baby," I praised as I slid my fingers inside him and rubbed his legs with my other hand. I lowered myself to kiss up his legs and lip at the tights. I pulled them back with my teeth and let them snap back against his legs. I was really getting into them and fought the urge to rip them off of him. I would look into getting a few more pairs of these.

My fingers started to open his hole wide enough to wiggle around inside him. I strummed his chute and watched his body twist and tense when I hit the right spots. His cock pulsed and leaked out more precum when I touched his ecstasy. He turned his face against the pillow and mumbled incoherently.

I hopped up on the bed and laid next to him in reverse position so my cock was near his angelic face. He was whimpering and twitching as I fingered his pussy. He turned to see my cock and used it to pacify his quivering lips. He sucked me in, I always stretched his lips. I wished my cock was a better fit for him, but he never complained. He loved to slurp it, try to fit it inside his small mouth. He never expressed anything other than adoration for it. He was always up for more.

I pulled out my fingers and slathered some lube over them before tapping at his door again. He was warmed up and opened eagerly for me as I spread the soothing lube around his ring and inside him. I gave his cock a few tugs inside the tights, but I could tell he was on the edge already. I didn't want him to finish before I was firmly lodged inside him.

When I fucked him, he always squirt for me. I loved the feelings, both that my cock could make him do that and that his hole always clamped down on my cock when he was cumming. It always made my eyes roll back in my head and felt better than anything else my cock had experienced. Noah was made for me, and I for him. He was my heart, my fit, my yang.

"Mmmm," Noah mumbled appreciatively with his mouth full of my meat. I knew he was ready for me, needed it soon.

"I'm coming, my baby, don't worry for this," I said and rubbed a hand over his tummy. It reminded me that he needed to eat soon after we finished. I slid my fingers out of his hole and he let my cock slide from his lips. I got off the bed and cleaned my fingers with a small towel. I gripped my cock with one hand and slapped it against the palm of my other hand to show him I was rock hard and ready to go. Noah nodded and gave a small whimper.

I gave a generous squeeze of lube along my shaft and rubbed it with one hand. I squeezed more over his hole and pushed it inside him. I lined the tip of my cock up with his hole and leaned down to kiss him as I slowly slid inside. He moaned on my tongue as he sucked it while I pushed inside him. It was still too tight for me and I had to go slowly. He always begged for more than he was ready for.

"Fuck yes," I gasped as my shaft slid into him. He was so tight and warm in there, my cock was coming home to the place it loved most.

"You want this, baby? You want daddy inside you?" I whispered as my lips moved to his ear. I chewed and sucked on his lobe as he nodded and whined assent.

"Yes... yes sir... uhhh," he said as he sucked in air.

"Fuck you feel so good," I growled as I slid in deeper and my hands rubbed his thighs. I pulled at the tights and gripped the material between my fingers. I was sure they would rip, but they held up well.

"Fuckkkk meeeee," Noah called as his tongue lapped at my stubbly cheek. I rubbed my prickly beard against his smooth shoulder. He winced at the prickle, but the shock was enough to open his hole a little more and allow me to slide in deeper. I couldn't go all the way with him, he wasn't that big of a boy.

Someday he would grow to take all of me, and hopefully my cock was done growing. I'd been this size since I was a teenager, it was a normal size for my culture. White boys never knew what to do with it, but had a deep internal need to please it. They never quite understood how to take it.

I slid in as far as I could with him before I saw his eyes begin to water. He would never tell me when it was too much for him. He thought that would displease me. Nothing displeased me more than hurting him though. I always had to make sure I could see his face, read his expressions. Noah couldn't be trusted to take care of himself.

"Is ok, my love?" I asked and he nodded a lie. I pulled back just a little and remembered where to stop. I pushed back his hair and leaned in to kiss him. My cock pulsed in his tight hole. I rested for a moment and wrestled his lips while he grew to accept my cock.

I pulled back and smiled down at him. He blinked up with those sweet eyes and puckered his lips expectantly.

"I love you," he whispered and looked nervously as though he was unsure I'd return it.

"I love you so much it hurts," I said back. "You are everything, my Noah."

I started to pull out of him and then slide back in. He gasped and moaned as I started to pump him urgently. I tried to hold back but every thrust sent shivers of wonder through me. Each push sent a wave of intense pleasure that made my eyes flutter and my lips gasp. I started to work up a rhythm, dripping sweat down over him as I pumped. I needed to seed my boy, needed to give him the juice he craved. His legs wrapped around my waist as I did push ups over him and drilled his pussy.

"Fuck me," he begged, "Harder Navi, please!"

I tried to push into him faster but my thick cock was a lot to shove into his boy hole.

"Yeah baby, open for me, take that cock," I gasped as his chute started to massage my cock. I started to thrust in and out of him as I nibbled on his neck and listened to his body purr.

"Fuhhh Yahhhh," Noah panted as I shoved into him in one quick push. It hit just the right spot and sent him over the edge.

"I Cum!" He gasped and I raised up to watch his cock thump and fire off thick white spunk inside the tights. It bubbled up through the material and a few spurts shot directly through it to land on the bedspread. I kept up a steady rhythm and our eyes locked as his pussy clamped down on my cock. As waves of pleasure rippled through him his body twisted in uncontrolled jerks as he gasped and called for me.

"Yes! Fuck! Uhhhh! Daddy!" Noah whined as his body released and his hole massaged my cock with tight ripples of pressure. I wasn't going to last much longer, but I held off to let Noah own the moment. I lowered against him, feeling his cum hit against my abs.

"Cum for me baby boy," I growled against his ear and was rewarded with a faint, desperate cry from my boy as his teeth sank into my shoulder, his lips sucking on me in mindless ecstasy.

"Yeah baby, feel so... yeah," I breathed steadily as I felt his body begin to calm.

"Navi... fuck... yeah..." Noah whimpered sleepily. I looked down between us at the sticky mess he'd supplied. I wanted to finish inside him as I normally did.

I pulled him up against my chest and rolled us over onto my back with Noah balanced against my chest. My cock stayed firmly lodged inside him, it wouldn't give up that easily. Noah sat up on my cock, I rarely let him ride me like this since there was the danger of him taking too much.

"You want me to ride you?" he asked sleepily, but I shook my head no. I pulled him down so his chest was flat against mine as he straddled my cock. I held on to him and pushed my legs up so I could fuck him while he sat on me. It gave a safer angle so i could go deeper without hurting him. I pushed into him quickly and he began to moan again. His cum-soaked tights rubbed against my abs as his cock stayed fully hard.

"Fuck," he hissed with delight as I started to powerfuck him. He kissed me and a pained smile crossed his lips as we stared into each other.

"Fuck... so perfect... feel so good, tight pussy," I mumbled as I focused on filling him with my seed.

"I so close Noah," I growled and rubbed the satiny, cum and sweat-soaked tights along his thighs and up to his cheeks as I drilled his hole.

"Cum for me, Navi. Fill me with your seed," Noah begged in that little voice he did that I could never deny.

"Oh baby here cums... me... fuck!" I felt my body give a powerful shake as I started to pump cum into him. It always hit me in powerful waves when I was inside him. His hole began to milk me as I fired off inside him.

"Fuck! Fuck! Baby! Love! You! Fuck!" I held him tightly as I started to empty inside him and we bounced together.

"Ahhh," Noah cried as his ass worked my shaft. He loved being filled up. It was like a second orgasm for him when I seeded him.

I drove my cock all the way into him as I gave him the last of my cum. Our bodies crashed together in several sharp thumps against the mattress as I emptied into my boy. He whimpered and panted and looked up at me with those innocent eyes that begged for more. He heaved a desperate sigh and pressed his chest against mine. I felt his pulse racing as we recovered together.

"Love you," I said and rubbed his back as he melted into my chest.

"Muv-moo," Noah mumbled against my chest hair.

I looked over to check my phone as I rubbed him gently and we cuddled quietly. It was lit up with texts.

"Mike has been cooking all day and wants to bring food over. I'm sure Aram will want to come see you as well," Karim had written me in Persian. It would be good to feed Noah soon.

"Heading over! Hope you are hungry," read the follow-up text. I sighed. Karim had few boundaries when it came to me. He was my mentor and had become like a second father to me. In normal Persian style, however, family never knew when to back off. We had different limits than Americans, space was not always an understood concept.

I kept Noah balanced on my cock and carried him off to the bathroom. I helped him strip off the tights. He would figure out how to clean them. He was good at that. We cleaned each other and then put some clothes on just as I heard Karim call from downstairs. He had let himself in again.

I left Noah to dress fully and I slipped on a pair of basketball shorts and threw a t-shirt over my shoulder to put on downstairs. I bounded down the stairs to find Karim and Mike bringing in large containers of food.

"Aram is heading over with Erik!" Karim said as he came to kiss my cheeks. I nodded, it would be good to see him. I went to greet Mike as we waited for Noah.

Mike went off to set up the food and Karim and I sat down to catch up. We spoke in Persian since we were alone.

"Did your parents get off ok?" Karim asked.

"They did. They should be somewhere over New York by now," I laughed.

"I hope you liked the gifts. Mike picked them out... well most of them," Karim said.

"I'm guessing you picked out the one for Noah," I laughed, but inside I felt strange that he would fantasize about my boy in such a thing.

"Yes... well... Mike and I were watching a live act together the other night and there was a boy in it who reminded me of Noah and an older Moroccan man who ordered him around when we told him what we wanted to see. We didn't ask for the tights, he just had them on under his shorts. It was unexpectedly hot. The site is expensive, but we came so hard together watching it. Did you enjoy it?" he asked and pushed himself back in the chair as if something in his lap had given a twitch. The two of them regularly got into very kinky situations.

"Of course... my boy is sexy in almost anything. Did you get a pair for Mike as well?" I asked. Karim and I were quite comfortable discussing our partners and situations. Perhaps I had been too comfortable with it and opened the door to his thoughts about Noah.

"We got three pairs! I thought the white ones would be better for Noah, he is so light and..." Karim started.

"Innocent. He is very innocent, and I plan to keep him that way for as long as possible. But we may need a few more pairs," I smirked and felt a lump growing in my lap as well.

As if on cue Noah came downstairs. He had on a tank top and shorts. He came to greet Karim. Karim spread his arms to receive him but did not get up for obvious reasons. I noted a twinkle in his eye as he smiled at the sight of Noah. Noah leaned down and hugged him. It wasn't in his culture to give a kiss on the cheek, but Karim gave him one anyway. Noah bounded off towards the kitchen to talk with Mike and help with the food.

Aram showed up with Erik behind him. The two were still seeing each other and things were getting more serious. I noted a strong change in Erik. Aram had softened his sharp tongue and curbed his abrasive nature. Erik came in with his head lowered and offered a somewhat shy smile.

Something about his change made him more beautiful. Aram had done well guiding him and tempering his wild nature. Erik waited to be offered a hug before wrapping his arms around my chest and accepting my kiss on his cheek. He got a similar one from Karim and then waited for a quiet lull in conversation to tell Aram he wanted to help in the kitchen. Aram kissed his forehead and then squeezed his bottom before sending him off with a quick peck on the lips.

The three of us settled in and I turned on a soccer match while we waited for food. Much to my protest, Karim filled Aram in on what we had discussed.

"Don't get too strange with Noah or eventually he'll want to bring in another partner to your bedroom," Aram cautioned.

"Hmmm, I might like having two Noahs in my bed," I laughed.

"More like he might want two Navids!" Karim corrected.

"Oh No, he can barely handle the one Navid he has now," I retorted. Several times I had dreamt that Noah had an identical twin and the two of them teamed up to pleasure me. I had never thought about sharing him with another Navid though. That would hurt me.

"Laugh if you want, but once you start pushing the boundaries, you can lose control of them. I keep things simple with Erik. He isn't used to being with a real man who takes charge," Aram noted.

"Yes, I have met some of the awful boys he went with. Noah has told me stories of what Erik has done. I don't know that I could build something with a boy who has seen so much. I prefer my boy who has only known one man, only craves one love," I said.

"Erik knows what is out there, he has seen and done what he wanted. He can value what we have because he knows other men can't measure up. It doesn't matter what he did before me. I treat him like the beautiful, gentle boy that he is inside and it makes it grow stronger," Aram said. He sounded pretty serious about Erik.

"Noah though," Aram continued and I knew he wasn't headed somewhere good. "He hasn't been with anyone else. He may begin to wonder more about it as he ages. Maybe he will regret not trying other arrangements."

"Noah has all of his needs met, and he always will so long as my heart beats." I defended. Aram and I had been friends since birth, but he was crossing a line... Perhaps I was as well.

"This isn't a competition," Karim cut us off. "You both have boys who obviously love you very much."

Our potential argument was allayed by Mike calling that dinner was ready.

The three white guys came in with bowls of pasta that Mike had prepared. He was a talented cook so I knew it would be good. Noah came with one bowl for us to share. I pulled him down in my lap and set the bowl in his. He instantly felt the lump in my lap and turned to give me an odd laugh. I shrugged with a guilty smile.

"You two always eat like that?" Aram asked sarcastically. I noted Erik sat beside him on the couch and they had separate bowls. Erik was being strangely quiet. I wondered if Noah had opened up to him and Mike in the kitchen like I had done with Karim and Aram.

"It saves dishes," Noah said and earned a few laughs. I kissed his neck and pushed a forkful of pasta to his lips.

"I love you," I whispered with a smile against his ear. I felt his body give a chill and I hugged him tight.

We finished up dinner and then Noah and Erik went to help Mike clean up while Aram, Karim, and I settled into a video game.

I was lying on the carpet on my stomach and beating Aram at the new Fifa soccer game Karim had brought when Noah and Erik came back out. The boys were laughing about something when they came out and I paused to turn and see my boy smile. He was happy to have his friend back after being apart while my parents were here.

I had offered for Noah to invite him over, but he worried that Erik would say something to offend them. I knew he would, but I also knew how lonely Noah got when he couldn't have time with his friends. I wanted him all to myself, but I knew he needed to socialize and connect with other boys from his culture. I tried to put his needs ahead of mine.

"What's funny?" I asked, but Noah just shook his head and padded over to me. He came up and straddled me. He sat down on my ass and leaned forward to nuzzle into my back. He slid his arms around my chest and put his lips against my shoulder. I unpaused the game and reached back with one hand to rub his hair while I continued my assault against Aram's team.

Erik sat cross-legged next to Aram and leaned over him. I looked quickly to see him lay across Aram's back and kiss the back of his head. Aram ignored him in his frustration over his impending loss in our game. I scored one more goal as the time ran out and Aram cursed quietly.

He said something, but I was focused on Noah's soft breathing against the back of my neck. My body could tell when he was tired, he sounded full and happy. The buzzer sounded on the game and I knew my life was perfect. My boy was happy; his home, his life, his relationship, his world was safe and secure.

+++ Noah +++

"Why are we here? I don't think classes are happening today," I asked when Navid pulled into the parking garage at school. The campus of Tarzana College looked mostly empty.

"You forget?" he asked with a sad look.

"Forgot what?" I asked. We were supposed to go for a hike today in the hills. He had promised that we would go when the June gloom went away and today was looking bright and sunny.

He gave me a look of disappointment and shook his head. "Come, my boy. We will remember together."

He got out of the car and went to get something out of the trunk. He brought back a paper bag from the grocery store we went to and opened my door for me. I followed him out of the parking garage and off to one of the campus buildings. It was one of the older buildings where I had an occasional writing class. For the creative writing program, the college had an old and dingy building low on inspiration.

"Here, my baby," Navid said and opened the door to one of the buildings. They kept the buildings open for summer courses, but there wasn't much going on that day. He led me down a long hallway and down to a classroom.

"Hey," I said suddenly when he paused in front of a darkened classroom.

"Yes, now you remember?" He asked with exasperation.

"This is where..." I started to say, but he interrupted.

"Where I met my baby," he said with a look of fond recollection in his eyes.

"You remembered," I said.

"I never forget this!" He yelled with exasperation. "You are one who forget! I never!"

"We met here," I repeated.

"One year and ten minutes ago," Navid said and tried the door handle. The room opened and he found a light switch on the wall.

"I sit over there," he pointed. "You walked in and try to find seat. You hold backpack and bag of skittles."

Navid reached into the bag and pulled out a red skittles bag. He handed it to me.

"You walk in and I see you immediately but you don't see me. I think you are so beautiful all-American boy. You walk in and look for seat but then you trip over trash can," Navid nudged the metal can by the door.

"I remember," I said. "I couldn't find a seat over here so I went to sit by your group."

"You try to, but you trip over trash can and spill your candies on the floor. I watch you. I want to rush to your side and help, but my friends are talking to me. I feel sorrow for you to lose your snack. You pick them up and throw them away and only have half bag left. You come to sit by me but you don't look at me," Navid set the scene.

"I was scared. You guys were loud and I didn't know if you would be nice to me since I'm gay," I said.

"No one knows you were gay and we don't think like that about American boys," Navid corrected. "But I notice you. I watch you and see how young and sweet you are. I decide I will make friend of you because you don't know anyone in class and you look so scared, so helpless."

"I was nervous," I agreed.

"You start to take out your things and look through your textbook. You look so excited to learn. It makes me feel bad that I did not want to come that day. I see you already reading your book when the teacher come in. I decide to get to know you and share your book," Navid said.

"You scared me. I didn't know what to think of you and you kept grabbing your cock. I was mesmerized. I had no idea what was going on in the class. All I could think of was your cock. It was just like RIGHT there and you kept adjusting it," I admitted.

"Did I?" Navid asked looking at me strangely. "I think you were just to look down because you are modest and quiet boy."

"Um no, you were wearing these loose shorts that draped your outline and showed your definition. You had your legs spread open and you had so much confidence. You were just such a straight guy and straight guys don't pay attention to me! Ever!" I laughed.

"Oh but they do, my baby. A lot of men do and you don't notice." Navid insisted. He walked over to the desks we shared last summer and pushed them together. He set down the bag and pulled out a few takeout cartons of food.

"So I make picnic for us to remember. We remember the day our lives change forever, the day I find my boy and lose my heart forever. It is yours, my Noah. It is yours forever," Navid said sweetly.

It was the most romantic thing I'd ever seen. I walked straight to his arms and kissed him deeply. I didn't deserve such an amazing love. No one did.

We ate the picnic he had brought. It was sandwiches and chips with apple slices. We talked about those first few days of getting to know each other. I couldn't believe we'd never discussed it. It was odd to note that he was going through the same level of nervous anticipation that I had.

He had seemed so confident, sure of himself. I couldn't have known he was struggling between wanting me and wanting to take it slowly so we could build something lasting. From the first moment, he said, he had decided that I was different from the other boys. Within days he knew that I was the one for him, the one worth opening up to.

"I can't believe you did this. It's so... perfect," I said as we cleaned up the wrappers and packed away the leftovers.

"This? This is nothing. This is only start of celebration of our first year together. You make this year so special for me. You open my world to so much different. If not for you, I will be home in Iran now with sad job, sad life. Without my Noah there is no hope for my dreams come true," Navid said and pulled my hand. He looked thoughtful, serious.

"You would be home doing what?" I asked as he heaved the bag over his shoulder and pushed the desks back to where they belonged.

"Let's see... Right now I will be in bed of course because is late night in Tehran. I will be sad and thinking about another day to work in boring office. My mom will likely have girl arranged and wedding will happen soon. She will be older than me and probably very smart. She will be successful in her own career," Navid started as we headed back to the car.

"She will want children right away but not because she want to have them, but because our families will expect them. Children will be nice, I like to have some one day. I will force myself to be good husband, help provide nice life with her. I will bury my need for a love like you. Maybe I will be good at it, but maybe I would meet Persian version of Noah. Will I control myself? I don't know," Navid said as his tone grew sadder.

"You would cheat on her? How awful! I can't imagine you doing that," I said. I was half-joking, but this was a serious topic and I regretted opening the lid on it.

"I know, Noah, but I would never be for her as I am for you. If you do not see this by now then you should learn. What we share is unique and most people never find this. We are perfect combination of love and friendship, attraction and companionship. You meet my every need. Do you think this is just how love works for everyone? No, my love. It is rare and important. We must always nurse this to make it strong. I always want you with me. Most people never reach this," Navid explained.

"That's sad," I agreed.

"It is, but I would do my duty to be good support and provider for her and our children. I would be ok, maybe. It is a duty to commit to the life as it is placed. If I marry, take the vows, make the children, build the life, I will commit to it no matter my feelings," Navid sighed and hit the button on the car key to unlock the doors.

"This is depressing," I laughed.

"It is! You bring it up!" Navid's mood changed and a wide smile overtook his lips. He checked the garage to ensure we were alone and then leaned in to kiss me deeply.

"So what's next?" I asked.

"Next we enjoy our love for rest of our lives and be happiest happy happers ever to live," Navid joked as he opened my door for me. I slid in and he closed it.

"No, I mean what's next for today?" I asked as he slid into the driver's seat.

"Well we have long drive ahead of us. Our bags are packed in the trunk. I do this in secret so you don't know my surprise," Navid beamed proudly.

"Where are we going?" I bounced in the seat as he started the car.

"Somewhere nice and perfect to celebrate our anniversary," Navid said. He wouldn't tell me more. He zoomed out of the garage and made his way to the freeway before turning north. I didn't press it, he loved surprising me. We listened to his Persian pop music and zoomed along into the Central Valley until I felt sleepy from the monotonous landscape.

I laid my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes with a quiet yawn. I quickly nodded off.

I dreamed about our lives together, in Tehran. I was me, but for some reason his family had accepted me. I dreamed we had a simple house right next to his parents and two small boys that had his looks, his confidence, his joy for life. I spent the days taking care of them while Navid went to work. Everyone was happy and I got to see his family every day. Every night he came home to me and the happy home we had created together.

It was just a dream, but it was a beautiful one. It might not ever happen that way and maybe not everyone would always be perfectly happy... but it was worth the fight. We were worth the fight.

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