Noah's Starship Ch. 10

"Ohhh," I whined and bit softly on his shoulder as I stared at myself in the mirror from behind a thick wall of Persian muscles.

"Fuccckkk," Navid hissed as his cock sank into me. He kissed my neck and lipped at my jaw as his cock found it's way home.

"You're so tight, Noah. Fuck! I love you. Fuck! So much!," Navid's breathing went ragged as I sank down deeper on him. I watched my face screw up, I was an ugly crier. I sniffled back the pain knowing how good it would feel in a matter of seconds. I was so slick and squishy on his cock, but just raw enough so his tip could do it's job of lighting up my runway, his thick cock could fill my neediest parts.

"Uhhh, Navi, fuck me... feels so.... Fuck... good," I whined as I started to slowly rise. I raised up on his cock and felt a trail of pleasure wash over me. I started to drop down again, but his hands caught my ass and he rationed his cock to just what my hole could take.

"Careful to not take too much more you can handle. I am not fucking you. You are fuck yourself on me so stay alert. Mind the gap," Navid whispered to me as he bit and sucked on my ear.

"Oh yeah I'm not used to that," I breathed as I started to lightly bounce on his lap. My cock drizzled precum all over his stomach every time it scraped against his furry love trail. He kept catching my ass, admonishing my greed, and then relenting to let me take more in.

I saw his phone on the counter and I reached for it and snapped a few pictures of the mirror. I loved the way I looked from behind the dark, rugged protector as I bounced on him. He didn't notice what I was doing so I shot a quick video so he could be surprised later. I was bouncing and whining, biting and gasping as I fucked myself on his man-sized member.

"Uhhh, my baby..." He praised and then changed his tone, "Remind me I need deposit checks on way home at drive up bank, ok, Noah?" He said it as if we were just having coffee together.

"Ok," I said, not sure why that needed to be brought up. I refocused and felt my body go weak at the pleasure of riding his donkey.

"Uhhhh fuck so tight, so beautiful... my princess... my love," Navid hissed as I sped up on his cock. "Oh and a man come next Tuesday to check fire alarms and carbon monoxide too."

I stopped bouncing on him, getting weirded out by his mundane reminders.

"Am I boring you?" I asked, feeling hurt and self-conscious.

"No, no, NO! Oh my baby. I just...." Navid started. "Is that... well your hole feel so tight on my cock. I just... I can't last long like this. Normal times I am in control and I slow down or speed up for our pleasure. But today is YOU day and special day for Noah treat. So I try to distract my mind to not finish too soon. You are like explosion fantasy land when I enter you, and now you go faster than I used to..." He explained.

"Oh!" I laughed and kissed his shoulder where my mouth had left a purple mark.

I started to bounce again on him, this time going faster. My cock was leaking and thumping every time it made contact with his rippled abs. I whined and bucked in his arms as he held me firmly and kept whispering praise in my ear.

"Navi? I think I left the oven on at home," I said.

"You? What? Why you do this? Whole house will burn!" Navid started to panic.

"Just kidding. I need a few more minutes of that dick," I laughed and Navid growled.

"Now you get it, my pranker!" Navid said in a threatening tone. He lifted up off the counter and held me on his cock. He backed me against the wall held onto my ass as I kept my arms around his neck. I wrapped my legs around his back and he pressed me tightly against the wall.

He started to thrust into me fast and deep. I banged my head against the wall and then leaned forward to bury it against his chest.

"Uhhhh fuck yeah, Naviiiii!" I squealed as he kept jabbing deeper into me and banging me against the wall. My body went weak in his arms knowing a strong soldier would hold it safely.

"Fuck... princess... baby... Noah... love... pussy... I cum!" Navid pushed deep into me and I felt his body shake as his cock started to pump hot seed deep inside me. It pushed me over the edge and my cock started to fire off thick ropes of boy juice to coat his chest and stomach.

"Me too," I panted and heard an oddly high squeal come out of my throat.

"Fuck sound so good, my baby, finish for me," Navid encouraged as he pushed his cock all the way up into me to send his swimmers off to a safe home.

My body twisted and shook as he steadied me against the wall. My legs were tightly wrapped around him and my toes curled up in pleasure.

"Beautiful pussy I fill it up," Navid mumbled as he fucked the last drops of his cum into me. I felt some of it leak out as his coated balls smacked into my ass as he bottomed out inside me. I felt like a corn dog on his stick it was shoved in me so deeply.

"Oh my baby love you," Navid breathed heavily against my neck. He rubbed his cheek against mine and then put his lips to mine and kissed me. His tongue slid inside me and danced around my mouth as our lips wrestled. I whined on his tongue as his fat cock was still lodged firmly inside me. I hoped it would soften a little before he pulled out.

We recovered there against the wall breathing together and kissing. He held onto me as though the floor was made of lava. I relaxed into his arms and kept my legs around his waist.

We piled back into the shower and washed the sex off of each other. He held me up knowing I was exhausted and spent. I fought to keep my eyes open. He never left me with any energy. We dried off and then laid on the bed wrapped in each other's naked bodies. Navid pulled a blanket over us and I drifted off to a badly needed nap.

+++ +++

We dressed together and joked about what the guys must think in our three hours of absence.

"Is your birthday, Noah. They know the best present takes time," Navid laughed.

He dressed in the clothes I had picked out for him in our online shopping adventure. It was a short pair of gray shorts with little pink penguins splayed in a pattern and a tight, light pink, v-neck shirt that was a size too small and hugged every inch of his muscles. It was a different look on him, more like something Nasri would wear. The shorts were small and showed off his ample bulge while the shirt showcased his impressive muscles. He gelled his hair back and put on the white deck shoes. He looked like a slutty frat guy, an Abercrombie model.

"Damn," I said as he flexed for me to get approval for the outfit. I had a similar look going on, but looser, more modest.

"You look like my perfect California boy," Navid said and hugged me with approval. We headed downstairs and joined the others who were sitting around the living room watching funny clips Aram had found online. He had his phone somehow hooked to the TV.

By the time Karim and the guys fired up the grill to make dinner for everyone, the older men had already gotten into the alcohol. Navid had recently discovered craft beers and was so into it that he'd filled half a shelf in our refrigerator at home. He had brought quite a few for others to try and was currently tasting his way through the San Fernando Valley's finest.

My dad showed up just before the food was ready. He had driven up to be there for my birthday. He came in with a nicely wrapped gift that he put on my growing pile of presents on a side table.

He noted Navid's tight outfit and gave his bicep a squeeze with an admiring comment. Dad looked really good too. He'd gone back to the gym and was getting in good shape now that he was freed from his primary parenting responsibilities. He still didn't look like a man turning 40 soon. I was happy to see that he'd been taking care of himself. We were all each other had in this world.

"Wow Noah, I don't think I've seen a gift pile that big since your cousin Gina's wedding. That's very nice of everyone. You be sure and thank everyone," Dad commented with a proud smile.

I hadn't seen him as often since school was back for Spring semester and being Navid's houseboy was a full time job. We still talked for at least five minutes every day, but it wasn't the same as before when he was all I had. We were transitioning and I could tell it was as hard on him as it was on me. He held me a little tighter and a lot longer than usual. He kissed my forehead before letting me go, but then kept me under one arm as he greeted Navid.

Navid gave my dad a shorter hug, but then brought a beer for him to try. It was yet another thing the two of them had bonded over. I guess I was lucky that the two most important men in my life got along so well. Navid was the strong, athletic, successful type of son I'm sure my father would have wanted.

We sat and talked to my dad for awhile and he and Navid sampled the beers Navid preferred. It was interesting watching Navid switch back to the respectful mode he used when talking to my dad. He treated it like his most important business relationship. My dad seemed to have no objections to being charmed.

"Happy Birthday, Noah. I hope this year brings you everything you desire. If not, then we can replace Navid with someone else for you," Karim joked as everyone sat down to eat. He'd made huge plates of BBQ'ed chicken and lamb with a big pile of fluffy pita bread from the good bakery in North Hollywood. Mike had made all sorts of interesting salad items to go with it.

"When I was Noah's age..." my dad started to say, but I cut him off.

"Aww dad, I don't think they want to hear this," I interrupted him. It was his tradition. Every year he'd tell me about what he was doing when he was my age and what he learned.

"I do. I want to hear this," Navid said and gave me a look that said I was being rude. Several others encouraged my dad to continue.

"Thank you!" Dad said with a smile of vindication and reached for my hand. "When I was Noah's age I was desperately trying to keep up with a very energetic baby boy who was just starting to crawl around. Noah got into everything and always seemed to find the one dangerous thing I'd forgotten to fix or cover. Every night I held him against my chest and paced around until he fell asleep and then I thanked god that I'd kept him alive for another day. I had so many doubts and fears that year... So many family members stepped in to show me how it worked... And I guess what I learned was that you never know what life is going to drop in your lap, but trust that it's there for a reason. You are the best kid I could have asked for, and I'm really happy that I kept you alive."

Navid raised his bottle as if it had been a toast and the others followed along. Everyone clinked and sipped happily.

"And what about you? What were you doing when you were my age?" I asked Navid as everyone quieted down.

"Oh so long ago," he laughed as if he were that much older than I am. "I was finishing with the army that year. I patrolled the border with Pakistan. It was a quiet part usually. I did not shoot much."

"You shot a gun!?" I asked in disbelief. For some reason I thought of Navid as always so peaceful, sweet and loving.

"Yes, sometimes just for warning. It's like shouting, 'Hey we see you! Do not sneak to harm my country!' It only was for real shooting very few times." Navid said it so matter of factly like saying he'd seen an elk on his way to the office. He took a swig of his beer as the plates of food started to pass around.

"You hurt someone? I can't imagine you ever hurting someone. That's not who you are," I said it like I needed to remind him.

"Noah! That's not something you ask someone," My dad shook his head in embarrassment.

"Noah, that is not who I am with you, my love. I will never hurt you, but I am soldier for many years when my country need me. I train hard and do what is best to protect my family, my people. You cannot understand this living in the world super power... I hope you never have to learn such awful things. I would defend you with my life," Navid said in a somber tone and reached for a plate of meat that was being passed his way.

"Did you kill someone?" I asked and Navid suddenly stiffened up. He set down the plate of lamb he'd been handed.

"Noah!" My dad interrupted. "I didn't raise you to be rude. I'm sorry, Navid. He has no concept of fighting like that."

"I'm sorry," I said and lowered my eyes to watch Navid's chest heave with a heavy sigh.

"To take a life... Is not something you ever forget... even if is in dark of night and you never see face. But we do what we must to keep our people safe. There are people out there who do things that I hope you never have to learn about... terrible things... act like animals... I do what it takes to defend my people. Is not happy thing, or thing to boast for... is survival. I will always make sure the ones I love are safe no matter how unpleasant it is for me," Navid explained.

I felt awful making him remember that. My mouth got ahead of my brain. I picked up the tongs from the plate of roasted lamb and put some pieces on Navid's plate and then put my hand over his and squeezed it. He interlaced his fingers with mine, and held onto me. I kissed his cheek and leaned into his side. He slid an arm around me and started to cut up the meat as I reached for the plate of salad.

We all just kind of sat there quietly and dished out our servings.

"Well when I was Noah's age, I totaled my BMW doing stunts on Ventura, and had to drive my mom's old Mercedes for two whole weeks. It only had a tape deck and all her tapes were old Persian prayer songs," Karim broke the tension with a laugh.

"That must have been a very dark time in your life. I'm glad you made it out unscathed," Mike said with heavy sarcasm.

"And what did you learn? You're supposed to tell what you learned that would be useful for me," I noted, happy that Karim was lightening the mood.

"Ah yes, young Noah," Karim looked at me as though he were ready to impart something profound. "When one goes to purchase a luxury automobile... are you going to write this down?"

"No," I shook my head. He looked at me with feigned annoyance but continued.

"Well then listen carefully, young boy. When one goes to purchase a luxury automobile or anything else for that matter, one must never skimp on the things one truly wants lest it be regretted. So never settle. That's a lesson, right?" Karim asked.

"That'll work," I assured him as Navid raise a piece of his meat to my lips. I opened to let him put it in my mouth and then I sucked on his finger as he withdrew it. I quickly remembered that my father was sitting next to us. Luckily he was checking something on his phone though.

The rest of the meal went smoothly and my dad kept asking Navid questions about his business. It gave Navid a chance to brag about all the hard work he had put in and the success that was coming of it. Karim joined in too saying that Navid had almost doubled his clients and would eventually become his partner.

"I'm so proud of you," My dad said, "I knew you were smart and look how well you've done."

"It is Noah who inspires me," Navid said and hugged me under his arm. "Coming home to him makes everything worth it. He keeps the house beautiful and there is always something good cooking when I get home. He is my best support."

"He's a good kid," dad affirmed. He ruffled my hair and then turned the conversation to me.

"And speaking of careers, I got a second email from the college. Did you forget that they CC your advisory notices to your parent contact? You still haven't decided on a major and you're already over your base credits. Have you picked one yet? Last time you said you needed a few weeks to think about it." Dad got serious as he finished his food.

"I know... I just don't know what I want to be yet. I'm not good at anything," I said and felt suddenly anxious.

"You're good at everything when you work at it. You've always been so smart. You just have to pick one," dad sighed. He wasn't going to let this go.

"He likes to read and loves to write," Navid said as he shoved a forkful of chicken into his mouth.

"That's not a career though. We worked so hard for good grades all these years. I don't want Noah to struggle like I did." Dad took a swig of his beer.

"Noah will never struggle. He will always have what he needs so long as I am on the earth," Navid said, emboldened by his third beer.

"I appreciate that, but life doesn't always go as planned. I want him to have a degree he can put to good use like yours in business," dad said with a hint of authority as though Navid was out of line.

"I can't do business, that is so much math," I said as if someone was paying attention to me.

"With respect, sir. You are his father, of course you will direct him. Business shall be a useful degree for him. I agree. He can intern with me when he graduate his program. We can grow my business together," Navid was cautiously agreeing with my father though he'd never mentioned this to me. The only times he had talked about what I'd do after college was to say that he would enjoy me being home full time to take care of him.

"That's a great idea! He can learn to take care of himself while helping you. Noah can email his advisor and then I'll stop getting notices," dad laughed as though they had just solved something. They hadn't.

They just went on discussing what a bright future I would have as everyone finished eating. I sat there getting angrier as I listened. I finally exploded when Mike brought in a big chocolate cake with my name on it. He set it on the table in front of me and took out a lighter to light the candles.

"I don't like cake," I said softly. Mike listened.

"You don't like cake?" he asked.

"Noah don't be rude. They got you this. It has your name and everything! He'll eat some. He will," my dad assured.

Mike shrugged and flicked the lighter towards the candles again.

"I said I don't want any cake. Excuse me, please," I started to slide my chair back to get up. My dad grabbed my hand.

"Nik, are you not feeling well?" Dad always called me by my initials when things were awkward.

"Please, Mr. Kinney, I'll get this," Navid said and my dad relented and let me go. Navid followed me to the stairs and then put his hand in the center of my back as I went up.

"What is wrong, my love?" he asked as he closed the bedroom door behind us. I went to the corner and sank down to the floor and tried not to cry.

"You can't just decide my future. I don't want a business degree. I don't want to do what you do," I said.

Navid sank down next to me and pulled me into his lap. He slid his arms around me and rubbed my thighs.

"You don't have to study business. I just want that your dad does not pressure you. Be artist, writer, or doctor for kitty cats if you want! You not need to worry about this! I work for both of us. You are so young, Noah. So much life ahead, this not for getting you upset. Is your birthday!" Navid gave me that look like he always did when I worried about something he thought was his responsibility.

"I'm 20, Navid. I'm not even a teenager anymore. I'm supposed to know what I want. You always knew what you wanted, right?" I sniffled. "I'm supposed to have a clue."

"When I was 20 all I think about is surviving the army so I could go and study in America! My goal is to make money and provide for a family. You do not need this goal same as me! You find your own passion and is ok to not know right now." He kissed the back of my neck and rubbed a hand up my chest.

"Noah?" I heard my dad's voice and saw the door crack open. He came in and saw us on the floor. Navid didn't slide me off of his lap. He held me as if to say he was there for support.