Noah's Starship Ch. 13

I threw my arms around his neck, wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me up off the bed. He held me as I started to bounce on his cock. He got off the bed and lifted me up into the air as I clung to his neck and kept my legs tight around his waist.

"Fuck you feel so good," he hissed as his lips parted from mine and he dropped me onto his cock. I slid down as his fat snake burrowed deep inside it's favorite home. My body electrified as he pushed inside me and lit up my special spots. My body shook and quivered under his expert fucking as he dropped me just far enough to feel pleasure but stopped before I could get into pain.

"Fuck me, daddy," I whined as he lifted my ass off his cock to the tip.

"Fuck, baby. I love that tight pussy," Navid growled as he dropped me again and I slid down his pole to fight the fires below.

"Uhhhh," I breathed as he worked up a rhythm of dropping and pulling me. I felt so connected to him as his cock clawed its way deep inside me. I needed his seed, his approval, his attention. I melted in his arms as he stood firmly on two feet and expertly fucked his boy.

"Oh baby, I love how you feel on my cock," Navid praised as he chewed and sucked on my neck while shoving his cock in me. He pushed in deeper each time, millimeter by millimeter he marked his boy to the depths. I felt a shot of pain as he pushed in too deep, but then happy success as I felt his hairy balls slap against my ass cheeks. I'd bottomed out on him, he was finally all the way in. He'd reached the target and he held me still as I adjusted to stretching in the deepest part of me.

"Fuck, that is it," he cried as he held me on his cock and kissed my neck. My own cock was pulsing as it rubbed through the cum-soaked material against his muscled stomach. I was ready to pop again. I wanted to cum between us, to prove he knew how to work me like a puppet. I was his to own and I needed to show the pleasure he brought me.

He mumbled something in Persian as he started to fuck me again. He was lost in lust, his English falling to the side. He said something that sounded like a song, a prayer. It was something deep and soulful as he nibbled on my shoulder. He pulled me up halfway and then slowly eased me down with a loud groan.

"Uhhh, I wish I spoke your language. What is that?" I asked through moans and mumbled gasps.

"A song, sweetness. My deepest love buries inside you," he gasped and went on with his Persian rattle. He worked up a faster rhythm of fucking the deeper parts of me. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. I gave up the fight to keep them open, it felt too good. It rocked me too deep. I relaxed into his chest as my hard cock slid against his stomach while his Persian scepter plowed me.

"Fuck... feels... so... good," I said between drops. My eyes fluttered as his cock twisted my stomach with butterflies and my chest made sharp jerks against his.

"I cum soon. I cannot resist," Navid whimpered as my hole clenched on his shaft.

"Fill me, baby. Own my hole," I begged as sweat dripped down between us from his taught muscles and hard workout on my hole.

"I fill you. I give you good," he said and let me drop all the way down on his cock. I felt like it was the only thing holding me up as my teeth sank into his shoulder and I shuddered against him.

"I'm going to blow again too," I said as my cock shivered and tightened against his stomach.

"Yes baby, cum for daddy," Navid urged.

"Oh fuck," we cried together as our bodies gave out in sync. Navid stumbled forward and fell against the bed, dropping me on my back against the soft comforter. He collapsed on top of me and shoved his cock in all the way as it started to empty inside me.

"Uhhhh, my baceh, kooshuloo," Navid yelled something in Persian as his cock fired off inside me. I didn't speak it, but that's what it sounded like.

"Um uh me too!" I called as my cock started to erupt again. I was momentarily thrown off by his Persian. This was an afternoon of firsts. He usually never used it towards me.

"Bayyyy-beeeee," he groaned as his muscled frame shuddered around me. I felt his cock shooting up inside me as he hugged me against him.

"Uhhh," he moaned as he shoved in to bury his last shot.

We collapsed in a sticky pile and he rolled over onto his back to bring me to light on his chest.

"I love you," he said and kissed my forehead as I settled in between his pecs. We napped the afternoon away like that until his parents called to rouse us. He spoke to them in Persian on speakerphone as he rubbed my back.

"Baby," he said when he finished the call. "Is time to go eat soon. You feel better?"

"I do," I said and yawned. Our chests were stuck together and it hurt, emotionally and physically, to peel away from him.

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It was awkward seeing his dad for dinner. We went down to the restaurant and squeezed into a booth. Navid put me on the inside, across from his mom.

"Are you feeling better, Noah?" his father asked me when we opened our menus. I looked up momentarily to see his interested smile.

"Um... yes sir," I said and quickly lowered my eyes. I pretended that the menu was riveting as I avoided his eyes. Navid made happy conversation with him. At least they sounded happy and were smiling as they went back and forth in Persian. Navid knew I would be awkward around his father and was trying to wrestle the spotlight away. I was grateful for the chance to zone out.

We headed for bed early that night since we had to drive back to LA in the morning for Navid's afternoon graduation.

The drive home went without incident. His father was amazed by all the technology Navid had in the car. He streamed radio stations from Iran through the car's entertainment system and they sang along to some old, popular songs while I watched the mountains fly by us from the backseat.

Navid's graduation was outside on the large lawn in front of the library. There were a thousand white chairs set up in neat rows for the families. We parted with Navid as he went off to the staging area for students. He had an expensive new suit of Navy Blue silk with black accents. His black hair was slicked up and back in a perfect wave that showed how much time he'd spent on it. He looked so handsome and successful. I felt undeserving in my simple button up with black pants.

I sat between his parents. His father placed me there and put his arm across the back of my chair as he squeezed my shoulder. Aram as there next to his mother. She had known him since he was a baby and he would fill in for Navid as the doting son while her own was receiving his diploma. Karim had come too. He sat on the other side of his father. They had chatted happily and I knew Navid's father respected Karim for the wealth and position he had along with the opportunities he had offered his son. But there was an unspoken tension there. I had no frame of reference to place it.

I pointed out the campus buildings behind the graduation ceremony as we waited. His father was pushing me for conversation, he recognized my discomfort with him from my wandering hand.

"And what is that building?" he'd ask.

"Serrano Hall," I'd say shortly.

"What happens in there? Have you had a class there?" He kept nudging me for conversation.

"Um I think it's engineering." I said, but looked as though he wanted more information, "I go in there sometimes to fill my water bottle. They have a special filtered fountain for bottles so we don't waste plastic buying throw-aways." I fidgeted uncomfortably.

He smiled at that and pointed towards another. I told him about every building in sight; which had the best restrooms and where to buy good french fries.

"You know, Noah," he said when the conversation finally lulled. "Navid has told us about your childhood. I worry that in the absence of a mother, your father let you fill in for her. It is shameful that you weren't allowed to be a child. He should have found a mother for you. I see how you look after my son. I see how you cook for him, clean up after him, wait on him. I'm sorry for that. You should have a chance to grow into a man, to head your own house."

I had no idea how to respond to that. What was he trying to tell me? That he knew about my relationship with his son? That he was going to push Navid to kick me out soon?

I couldn't argue with him. I couldn't be disrespectful or tell him that my father is the greatest parent who ever raised a child or that he loved me and accepted me as I am. Could he say the same for Navid? Would he love and accept him as a gay masculine man who was in a committed relationship?

My father hadn't skipped a beat in being happy for me or wanting me to be open with him. I wanted to say all of that and I felt my heart pounding, but I knew Navid would be upset if I argued with his father. Elders were to be respected in his culture, no matter what.

"I don't know what I'd do without Navid," I said and refolded the graduation handout as I looked down at his knees.

"Not yet, you don't. I know you need him. I can see how much of a father he is to you. He will always be there for you. He loves you like his own child." He gave me that look of reassurance again and kept a firm hand on my shoulder with a strong arm around me. He hugged me into his side to show me he was a father too.

"He takes good care of me," I said in a hushed tone. I looked over to see Karim studying us. I wondered what he made of this. He looked uncomfortable, like he wanted to rescue me. I was sure Mike would tell me what he thought when I saw him later. Karim kept no secrets from his partner.

"I see that. He cares for you so well." He nodded and then the ceremony began. I was saved by a small older lady getting up to call for everyone's attention. It took us awhile to get through speeches and then all the names until they got to Naseri. Navid walked across the stage with the biggest smile as we all jumped up and clapped and yelled.

Navid paused to shake the hand of his college president and hold his rolled diploma. He beamed with pride. I knew that look. I knew his body language. He was showing pure joy. He'd worked so hard and it was so good to see him up there. I looked over at his mother who was sobbing happily, even his father had a tear forming at the corner of his eye. They both knew how hard he worked to get there and what it meant for their family to say their son graduated.

His parents stood well after he'd left the stage. They wanted it to last a while longer. I wanted it to be over so I could get home and celebrate in bed tonight. It also felt a little awkward to be with his parents while he was elsewhere.

"I wish we could go now! We're trapped here like hostages to politeness," his father said to me when we finally sat down. They were still going through the names, but the part we cared about was over.

"I was thinking the same thing!" I burst out in laughter that a grown man in an expensive suit with a proper british accent from halfway around the world was having the same thoughts as me.

We laughed together until Navid's mother leaned over and shushed us. We both straightened up for a few seconds but then his father laughed again and I echoed it.

"Let's go use the restroom before this thing wraps up and we have to fight the crowds. You can show me one of those nice restrooms you bragged about," he said. He whispered something to his wife and pointed towards me. She nodded approval. He stood and I followed him as we sneaked past Karim and down the aisle.

We made our way covertly to one of the open buildings and then I showed him the restroom where everything was new, chrome, and completely automatized. They had this weird new hand dryer that shot this blade of air and pushed the water off of my skin when I slowly pulled my hands back. He was impressed.

We wandered around to the cafeteria area where Navid and I used to eat lunch together every day. I didn't tell him that the table behind the tree is where his son stole kisses from me when no one was watching. I didn't show him the upstairs lounge with the study rooms where Navid had once fingered my hole while he helped me with biology. That wouldn't be proper.

We made it back to graduation just as it was wrapping up. It took us another fifteen minutes to find Navid and then a long time to get out of the parking garage. We went for a nice celebration dinner. There was a lot of steak and wine. There were gifts and a big chocolate cake.

I sat between him and his father. The awkwardness was gone. We were back to being ok with each other.

When we got home, it was late. Navid said goodnight to his parents and locked up the house while I waited for him in the kitchen. He came in with his tie loosened. He pushed me against the counter and kissed me. He slipped off his silk tie and slid it over my head.

"Come, my greatest present for graduation is about to be opened upstairs," he said with a look of deep lust. He pulled me by the tie and I followed him out and up the stairs. We walked quietly past the room where his parents were. They were talking in Persian about something.

He pulled me into the room we were using during their stay and we spent a few hours in naked embrace. Well not entirely naked. He liked the look of his tie around my neck. He liked to pull on it while he played with me.

Graduation was over and as I laid in his arms that night I was ready to have our lives back to normal. His parents had a few more days with us. It was nice getting to know them, but I wanted my man back, my quiet home, my life of being open with him.

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