Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2016 19:05:01 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Noah's Starship- 2

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+{Noah's Starship}+

-+-[July]-+-

"Noah! I take that!" Navid took the bag from me as we walked across the
steamy cement to the boat landing. He kissed my forehead as he slid the bag
from my fingers. I'd taken it from the backseat of his car as he made his
way around to open my door. It was my way of showing I didn't need him
treating me like a damsel. He seemed slightly annoyed at my gesture.

"We will be on water for a few hours so please go to pee here now," He said
as we paused by a set of public restrooms. I followed him inside and he
pointed towards the private stalls, but I joined him at the urinals along
the wall which had little dividers between them.

"You prefer to use these?" he asked with surprise.

"Yeah, I'm... a guy," I said softly. It was awkward peeing next to him. We
hadn't done that before. He kept his eyes on me and it made it difficult at
first. I started to wish I had gone inside one of the stalls, but finally I
was able to start as he was shaking off the last of his.

"You suck on your lip when you piss," he noted with that smile that said I
fascinated him.

"I do? I guess it helps me concentrate when a hot guy is staring at me," I
smiled and tried to look away.

We were the last to arrive to the small boat that was kind of like a long
table surrounded by a U-shaped bench along the insides of a white shell
with a white covering over it. It was filled with 10 guys; some that I
recognized and others that I didn't.

The sun was setting over Alamitos Bay as the cool, Pacific breeze swept in.
Aram and Bashir were seated on the end of one side and they jumped up with
smiles to let us slide in. Navid went in next to another Persian looking
guy I didn't know and then pulled me in close to his side as he greeted the
other men on the boat. Aram squeezed in next to me and said something to
Navid without acknowledging me.

I was starting to get used to being a silent guest among a group of Persian
men. I didn't feel unwelcome and always jumped at the chance to be under
Navid's arm, but they didn't speak in English to accommodate me. I was not
their equal.

Navid always looked over to check on me every few minutes, but never
apologized for me being left out. This was how things were done in his
culture. Sometimes it was just a winking smile and other times he would
whisper something sweet in English or offer me a game on his phone. He
never said it, but he made it clear he expected me to only communicate with
him. It was how things were done. I was not part of the group, but belonged
to him.

I watched the seabirds swoon down to check out something on the dock and
then fly off in uniform urgency as the group of men buzzed on in what
sounded like a raucous set of jokes. An older, hispanic man in a tight polo
shirt that held in his ample gut as it spilled over his waistline came
aboard then and asked if we were all here.

He gave us a speech about boat safety and showed Bashir how to work the
wheel and accelerate. He pointed out the life preservers packed neatly
under our seats and then did a quick lecture about drinking responsibly on
the water. He showed us a timer that would beep when we we had fifteen
minutes to bring the boat back, and then untied us from the dock and got
off. He pushed out boat out into the open water and waved goodbye.

Bashir navigated us through the small canals of Naples as the two other
non-Persian guys on the boat arose and began to unpack the food. The table
soon filled with trays of bakery items, meats, side dishes, and desserts.
It hit me that I was non-Persian as well and I tugged at Navid's shirt and
asked if I should help them. Was serving something the silent partners did?

"No, my princess, we are guests of this group." Navid whispered to me. He
swiped a finger under my chin and looked at me with a smile like I'd just
done or said something unbearably cute. He had started calling me princess.
It bothered me somewhat because I am definitely a male with no plans to
change that. But I didn't want to do anything that could change that look
of adoration he gave me when he said it. Maybe over time he would move on
to another nickname.

And so I sat there under his arm as the non-Persians worked and the other
men carried on in conversation. They weren't that old, maybe 30-ish. One
was white and the other was kind of white-hispanic looking. They definitely
looked gay and had trim bodies that looked like a routine of gym, salon,
and shopping. They wore semi-preppy older guy attire; polo shirts tucked
into chino shorts with nice belts. Each was attached to an older Persian
man, one looked almost 50 but in terrific shape.

Navid and I, along with Aram, Bashir and two other guys, were the younger
generation on the boat. Then there were the two mixed-raced couples and
then another two unattached Persian guys who looked to be mid-30's.

I watched the sun set behind the tightly-packed million-dollar townhouses
that lined the canals as they came alive with parties for the evening. We
passed other boats like ours, mostly upper-income looking families and one
boat loaded with old gays. It was so beautiful to be there under Navid's
arm, his hand rubbing my forearm as plates were passed and food was served.

Navid took his arm away as he reached for the stack of plastic plates. He
only took one though and then passed it on to Aram on my other side. He
lifted off the bench to load the plate with meats, rice and some weird
looking bread pocket things. He grabbed a fork and napkin and then settled
in with his plate.

"I don't have a plate. Do I wait until you finish? I don't know how this
works," I whispered to Navid; thinking he had forgotten me.

"You are my younger one. I feed you. It is how we do this. The stronger one
feeds the weaker." He turned to me with soft eyes and scooped up some rice.

I started to ask what he meant by that, but I already knew. He thought of
me as "the weaker." I guess compared to him, I was. I wanted to tell him
that I wasn't weak and could eat on my own. But every time I had a thought
like that, my need for him overrode it. Sometimes the heart is stronger
than the brain; love beats pride.

"Do you know what any of this is, Noah?" He asked with a laugh.

"No, but I'm kinda hungry," I frowned.

"I will guide you through it then. You will like it. Lot of new meat for
you to try. I show you how to enjoy." Navid winked at me.

"You are my meat sherpa?" I tried to make a joke.

"What's this mean?" he scrunched up his nose at me.

"Sherpa. It was in a story I read. They are like people in the mountains
who know dangerous areas and get paid to lead people through them safely,"
I explained and realized it wasn't as funny as it had sounded in my head.

He thought about that for a minute and then shook his head in approval.

"How much you pay me for services of sherpa? This is not done for free,
no?" he lifted a forkful of something that smelled really good and looked
like a yellowish rice.

"I have no money sir. I'm poor and hungry." I said with overly dramatic
sorrow. His face softened into a smile of pity and he lifted the fork to my
lips.

"This is chicken with cherry and the rice," he said as I opened my mouth. I
immediately closed it and backed away.

"Cherries in chicken? For reals? Wait! Please start with something easy." I
backed away.

"You will eat and you will love, my Noah. Is the favorite thing my mother
cooked for me when I was home. You trust the no-charge sherpa!," he pushed
the fork at me insistently.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. He shoved the fork in and I chewed it
for a few seconds as the new flavors hit me. It was completely weird but so
good. I quickly swallowed the sample.

"Oh that is really good!" I said excitedly after finishing. He was
finishing his own bite and nodded at me happily.

"I sherpa you good! Yes, Noah Kinney?" Navid laughed and looked around his
plate for the next item he wanted me to try.

"Oh, Peroshki! This is meat and things inside. Very mild, you will enjoy,"
he said and picked up a little foldover pastry.

He lifted it to my lips and I decided to trust him again. I was rewarded
with a bite of delicious. It was again unlike anything I'd tried before and
I swallowed with a smile. We went through the rest of the plate like that
until I couldn't eat another bite. Navid was disappointed and commented
that I never ate enough, but he finished the plate and then helped himself
to seconds.

The best part was having his complete focus and attention. We'd spent
almost every school night together in my room, but something about being on
a boat in the sunset with his friends and food and his eyes on me had my
chest filled with butterflies.

He finished eating and then passed his plate down to the trash bag at the
end of the table. Bashir had settled the boat out in the middle of the bay
which was quickly filling up with other boaters getting ready to watch the
fireworks.

Navid took his arm from around me and reached for one of the bags we had
brought. He pulled out a small paper box that looked like a mini version of
one of those chinese take-out containers you see in movies. It was folded
securely and had "Happy Birthday" written on the side of it.

"Whose birthday is it?" I asked and looked around the table for a cake.

"It is for you," he smiled as he held it up to me in his palm.

"My birthday was in February," I thought back to my party where Erik had
tried to get me alcohol, but my dad hadn't left us alone the entire night.

"It is your country's birthday, Noah Kinney! July the 4th. You should know
these things as US native!" Navid shook his head with frustration.

"I know, but uh... But why give me the gift?" I bit my lip in anticipation.

"It is my culture's tradition to give gift to favorite person for their
country's birthday!" Navid insisted excitedly.

"No it isn't!" Aram interrupted loudly and earned a glare from Navid.

Navid yelled something at him in Persian and pushed Aram on the shoulder.
Aram just rolled his eyes, winked at me, and turned his back towards us.

"Can I open it, please?" I reached for the gift.

"I don't know. You forget your country's birthday. You deserve present for
this?" he smiled again.

"Please, sir? I promise next year I'll remember and get America something
nice." I begged.

He slid his palm towards me to present the gift. I took the beautiful
little box. It was so light in my hand that I thought it was empty. I
carefully peeled back the flaps, and found a mess of white paper strips
crinkled together. I dug through it but found nothing.

"The gift of paper, thank you," I beamed.

Navid rolled his eyes with a laugh and snatched the box back. He dug into
the tight packing and pulled out the ends of a silver chain. He kept
pulling at it painfully slow until the other side came out and showed a
small silver pendant.

"I had this made special for you so you don't forget my name," he held it
up.

"I couldn't forget your name if I tried. It is the my favorite word in your
language!" I touched the pendant and noticed the little clouds coming from
the bottom of the rocket looked like the Persian script he writes in. "It
says a word!" I exclaimed as I touched the bottom of it.

"It is my name, Navid. You will have me on your heart. As long as you wear
it, I will know I am only one in your heart and you are the only boy in
mine," he whispered it to me and his cheeks blushed. It was private and
just for us to share. He was putting his heart out there for me.

I felt my heart race happily and my stomach twisted like it was dancing. I
wanted to cry, kiss him, and then cry some more as my smile spread to match
his. I fought hard against it. I leaned in to him wanting a kiss. I started
to close my eyes but then felt his hand gently touch my cheek. He rubbed a
thumb over my lips.

"Not here, Noah," he whispered to me with gentle pleading. "That is for
private, ok?"

He mouthed, "I'm sorry," with a look of guilt.

I nodded as he softly rubbed my lips to show me that he wished he could
kiss me as well. It hurt to see how torn he was here. It was so strange to
me to hide how we felt.

I didn't grow up ashamed of liking boys. My father figured me out long
before I knew myself. It wasn't something he talked about directly, but
when we were out and about in Los Angeles, he would point out when two men
were holding hands or showing affection and say something like, "Some guys
like guys, and some girls like girls and that's ok. It's just how they
are."

My dad didn't want me to feel awkward or ashamed. When we saw hateful
things on the news, he would explain to me that some cultures weren't ok
with guys and girls showing their love, but that the world was changing. We
needed to give them time and be happy that we lived in California. When I
got to high school and found out there was an LGBT student club, he
encouraged me to join it and even went to all of our family events and
fundraisers.

I'd never actually told my dad that I was gay. He made it so that I didn't
have to. I guessed that Navid's culture was very different, and I knew my
dad would say what he always said about other cultures, "The world is made
up of different beliefs and ways of being. Just because something is
different doesn't make it better or worse than how we do things. I raised
you to stop, observe, and think about it before you decide if it works for
you."

I would be patient with how Navid did things. Maybe he would do the same
for me. He put the necklace over my head and tucked it inside my t-shirt.
He gave it a pat through my shirt and nodded happily.

"You are mine," he said once more and my face lit up again. He wasn't
asking. He was claiming. He stopped for a minute like he was deciding
something and then he gave my forehead a quick kiss before looking around
to see if anyone had noticed. I didn't check.

"I am yours," I echoed.

I hated that he was struggling between what he wanted to do with me and
what his culture would allow of him. In private, he never struggled for
even a second with kissing me or putting his hands wherever he desired. I
was his boy to touch and care for. But around his friends he had a
different set of rules. Even though his culture seemed very comfortable
with male to male contact, it never included lips touching skin.

For the first time in my life I wished I could be a girl, but maybe then he
wouldn't want to touch me at all.

He slid his arm around me then and went back to the table conversation as I
laid back into his aura and put my hand over the outline of the rocket on
my chest. His tone returned to the carefree, confident man as he spoke with
the other guys. He was just a regular Persian with his younger friend to
care for. I was happy to see his struggle allayed.

One of the older white guys who was seated across and down from us caught
my eye as I happily squeezed my new rocket. When our eyes met, he had this
smile that said he had seen the whole thing and was happy for me. I blushed
a little and looked down at my lap. He didn't try to make conversation and
I wondered if he was as happy as I was to sit quietly in his man's shadow.
Would that be my future?

My wandering thoughts came back to the present as the booms of July the
fourth began to fill the dark, night sky. Navid squeezed me with an excited
"Oh!" or "Yeah!" every time another rocket went off and he pointed at them
and touched my chest. He told me the ones on the left were from Los Angeles
and the right was probably Huntington Beach or somewhere in Orange County.
Between the two big shows were a million little flutters of neighborhood
kids and small city shows.

"That one in the center there is Disneyland! See? Mickey!" Navid yelled and
his cheerful awe made him seem like a little boy.

It reminded me of the Fourth when I was young and very sick and my dad made
me hot chocolate and wrapped me in blankets. He drove us up to a secret
parking spot on the city-side of the Hollywood Hills where a house had
recently been demolished. We just hung out in the car listening to
patriotic music as the city exploded in front of us. It was so amazing and
I was happy to be there wrapped up next to my hero. Just like then, I was
once again wrapped up safely, next to my hero.

I shivered as the night air turned icy. Without a word, Navid unzipped his
hoodie and insistently slid it over me like a blanket. I inhaled his scent
along the collar and my body filled with the remnants of his warmth. He
pulled me against his chest again as a yellow trail of lights splattered
across the sky with a loud boom and formed into a smiley face.

"So awesome, Noah! Happy birthday, America!" He was definitely more excited
about the fireworks than I was, but then again HE didn't have a strong,
beautiful man holding him tightly for distraction.

"Does Iran do this too? The fireworks for independence?" I asked.

"We don't celebrate America's birthday in Iran... unless you go to an
American-theme restaurant." He smiled; always joking.

"No, but for Iran's birthday!" I poked his chest.

"April 1st usually for your calendar. Our revolution day. Yes, we do this,
but in many years it is not so big." Navid didn't seem to want to elaborate
on that and I let it drop. We settled in quietly oohing and ahhing with
each burst.

Aram had been mostly quiet on my other side, but for some reason he and
Bashir started joking around loudly and wrestling each other. They were
laughing so I could tell it was happy, but when Aram knocked into me, Navid
put a stop to it. He said something harsh to them in Persian and then
pulled me over onto his lap.

Everyone was watching the fireworks so Navid seemed ok with this level of
affection. He hugged me back against his chest and I felt his lump growing
under my butt. His lips touched my neck and I turned back to look at him.

"They will see us," I whispered, reminding him of the rules he was playing
by.

Navid gave a small pouty look. "They are distraction by the show! Is dark
now. No one notices us. You don't want me?"

"Of course I do... Anywhere and anytime. I've never not wanted you," I said
incredulously and felt his hand rub up under my shirt. He pet my tummy in
slow circles that made my body tense and shiver as soft noises escaped my
lips.

The white guy caught my eye again and I turned back to Navid blushing in
shame. "He's watching," I whispered.

"I know. He's wondering what it must feel like to be such a beautiful boy;
the boy everyone here would fight to have in his arms. Don't pop his
balloon. He will go home tonight and do wonderful things to please his man
because he is worked up from watching a fantasy boy all night," Navid bit
at my earlobe as the booming went on over the bay.

By the time the fireworks found their big finish, Navid had a firm tool
lodged along the middle of my ass. The attention had returned from the show
to the other guests on the boat and Navid was a little late stopping his
nibbles along my neck. We were definitely the new show going on and I
opened my eyes to see everyone watching us. His cock was at full growth by
that time and he'd slid it out of his pants and had been rubbing it against
my back. Luckily no one else could see that.

I turned my face and buried it against his shoulder as Navid awakened to
the fact that the fireworks were over.

"Oh," I heard him gasp softly, but he couldn't slide me off of him.
Everyone would have seen his full and proud beast.

"My boy is very cold and does not feel well. His first time on the water. I
try to steady him so he does not get sicker from the waves," he said in
English maybe so that I would understand and play along. "Perhaps we head
back to shore now?"

He rubbed his hand soothingly over my chest to show the others he wasn't
lying. I coughed a few times to add to his story and tried to look forlorn.

"The poor boy does look unhappy, our time is nearly up anyways. You must
put him to bed soon," One of the Persian men said in a tone that sounded
like he was the leader of this group.

"Of course. I will have him in bed as soon as we reach home," Navid assured
and I turned my face to his chest so they couldn't see me smirk. He hugged
me tightly and put a hand to the back of my hair.

"Take us back in, Bashir," the leader said.

"Please don't move, or my cock will never go down," Navid whispered against
my ear as I was squirming to compensate for the lump I was precariously
balanced on. "Fuck, you feel so good in my arms." He kept his grip on me
and I knew he wasn't going soft any time soon.

+++

We made it back to the boat landing and Navid slid me off his lap after
wrestling his cock back into his shorts. He put the bag in his lap as I
used his hoodie to cover my own.

We all filed out of the boat and on to the dock. Navid said our goodbyes
while holding the bag as I stood by his side. The men made no moves to
address me and Navid made no moves towards the other two non-Persians. It
was like we were ghosts; secret companions openly displayed. Aram and
Bashir came up next to us and Aram put his hand on my shoulder and nodded
at me. He could see Casper.

"I can't be done for the night... I need you more," Navid said as we walked
out of sight of the others with his hand holding mine. He paused next to a
dimly lit building and pulled me into the shadows. He pushed me against the
wall and leaned in to kiss me.

"I would love to... but you told my dad you would have me back by 10:30 and
we still have to drive back to the valley," I reasoned when we broke the
kiss. He grabbed my hand silently and led me to the car.

"I will arrange it! You get inside and warm yourself." He looked like he
had an idea.

Navid whipped out his cell phone as he opened the car door for me. I heard
him greet my father and then he closed the door on me as he went to put the
bag in the trunk. I watched him punch something on his car key and the
engine roared to life. I turned on the heater as he pace around the parking
lot in front of his car for a few minutes nodding and smiling.

It felt really odd to have the two men in my life deciding whether or not I
would have sex that night. I'm positive Navid didn't mention sex to my
father, but I also knew my father was completely aware that our friendship
had taken a more romantic road. I'd also told my dad about Navid liking me.
So yeah... it was a bit awkward.

I saw him give one last happy nod and then he came towards the car with a
big happy grin. He slid into the driver's seat and passed his phone to me.

"Hi dad... Yes! It was fun... No, I didn't get seasick... Yes, I ate dinner. It
was good...  No, of course no alcohol! Navid either... I can?... Yes, it's ok...
See you tomorrow... I love you too, dad." I hung up and passed Navid back his
phone with a smile.

My dad had gone to a party at an old friend's house and actually sounded
excited that he could get drunk and spend the night there rather than stay
sober and drive home in time to be there when Navid would have been
dropping me off. He never acted like he minded being the responsible, good
parent. He'd always said it was the greatest part of his life. But when I
could give him a night to be irresponsible and not worry about me, it felt
good.

Navid raced back to the freeway and was driving with urgency as I rubbed at
his bulge. When we got a few miles back towards LA there was a wreck
closing off some of the inside lanes so he jumped onto an exit ramp and
then did some quick turns to get around the backup. I'm not sure it was
legal, but we had a need for each other that clearly warranted a police
escort back to his house.

"Ahh, Noah, Fuck! Please stop. I am so close," He pushed my hand off of his
lap where I was rubbing along the mighty trunk. "I want to save it for home
so I can take care of your needs too. I could finish quickly a thousand
times with your touch. You feel so good, my love."

I pouted from the passenger seat, but then realized it was too dark for him
to tell. I leaned over the center console and put my head against his
shoulder as he shifted and zigged around cars.

As we zoomed through Santa Monica, I realized just how rarely I ever left
my little valley. I'd certainly never been on a boat, either. He treated my
great big world like it was just a small, little piece. He'd talked about
going to New York and Rome and all of the crazy places as though they were
just a few more bus stops from home. To him it was nothing to drive down to
Long Beach and go out on a boat for the evening. I felt inadequate,
provincial.

As my ears popped on our descent back into the valley, I caught his eyes
under the glow of the freeway lights as we hit a backup on the downhill. He
winked as he shifted and zoomed into an open spot in the lane that was
moving better.

"I wait for you all week, My Noah." Navid started as his eyes turned to the
road ahead of us.

"What do you mean?" I asked and laid my head against his shoulder.

"It is so hard to have you on my chest every night and not explore you
because your father is there. It is so hard to fall asleep at night with
the ghost of your touch against my chest and my arms aching to hold you; to
hold what is mine. But it would be of great disrespect to take you in his
home when he does not give consent for us to be a couple. It is hard to
know you are not mine completely, but some day you will be." Navid said as
he exited and turned up Ventura.

"I never stop thinking about you. I spend the whole night with you in my
dreams and hugging the pillow where you laid your head just to breathe you
in," I said and let my hand slide back down over his bulge. He hadn't lost
an ounce of fullness in it.

"Come," he said as he pulled into his driveway and quickly turned off the
engine. "We have time alone now."

He pulled me out of the car and up to the house, leaving the bag in his car
for the urgency of now. He unlocked the door and then pushed me against it
and buried his lips on mine for all of the quiet, dark neighborhood to
enjoy. He turned the knob and caught me before I could fall back. His arm
slid around me and he pulled me up into him as his tongue wrestled mine.

I climbed him like a tree and put my arms around his neck and my legs
around his waist. He held me with one arm across my back and his ample
bulge for my perch. He walked me in and then closed the door behind us and
locked it. He leaned back against it as I held onto him and our lips worked
in synch.

"I need you now, princess. I want so bad to be inside you, but I will take
your mouth instead until you are ready," Navid growled as he broke the kiss
that left me hard and dripping in his arms.

He set me down on my feet and then took my hand and led me through to his
bedroom. He went into the small bathroom and turned on the shower before
coming back out to kiss me more. He slid his hands up under my shirt and
tweaked my nipples roughly as his lips traveled down my jawline.

My eyes closed at his passion as my skin warmed at his touch. He slid my
shirt off and then tossed it across the room to a small chair already piled
with laundry. He fumbled with the buttons on my jeans as he kissed down my
neck and found a few ticklish spots along my collarbone.

"My delicate princess," he mumbled as I squirmed and laughed when he hit my
weak points.

"That tickles," I whispered as his lips made slow sweeps across my
shoulder. He looked up at me with wide, dark eyes and his lips turned up to
smile. His hands reached into the back of my opened jeans and slid inside
the waistband of my briefs. He took hold of my cheeks and squeezed and
kneaded them roughly.

"This is mine," he claimed as his eyes looked at me with hunger. "No one
else touch here, ok?"

"Yes sir," I affirmed and was rewarded with a pleased smile. He used his
leg to push my jeans to my feet as he stretched my briefs with his hands
pawing desperately at my ass. I felt a finger rub down and over my hole as
he walked me back towards the bathroom. I shuffled with him as my ankles
were nearly bound by my jeans. I used my right shoe to push off the left
one and vice versa until I could step out of my jeans and leave them on his
floor.

"I want so bad to open you up for my seed," he whined as he slid one hand
out of my briefs and opened the fly on his own shorts. The other hand was
holding my butt as he poked a finger into my dry, but willing hole. He
pushed his shorts and boxers down to the floor and his cock flopped out
between us. I grabbed for it and just one pump of the shaft rewarded my
palm with his sticky precum.

"What if it's too big? Maybe I need a starter Persian." I mused and leaned
into him as he laid back against the door frame. It was a serious question
and he took his lips off of me to address my worry.

"A starter Persian?" He laughed. "That would be the easy way, but I can't
even think about anyone else taking my boy. No, this is for me only. I
promise you will enjoy the journey."

Navid pushed me back gently then and slid off his shirt. He tossed it to
join mine and then took off his shoes and socks. I stood there cold and
tenting my briefs as I watched him. I loved seeing him naked.

His strong, furry chest moved like gears on a machine as he bent and
stretched with well-developed arms. His stomach wasn't exactly rock hard,
but he had some good definition. And his ass, that beautiful ass that he
wasn't comfortable with me touching. He had strong cheeks from a good
routine at the gym. They were sprinkled with his dark hair and from behind
it was a heart-shaped masterpiece.

He kicked the pile of clothes and shoes to the side and then took my hand
and led me towards the shower. I followed behind him as his ass cheeks
lifted in turn with each step. He tested the water to make sure it was warm
for us and then turned to me and pushed my briefs down. I stepped out of
them and he pulled back the shower curtain for me to step in.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" A rush of steamy water hit me and I jumped to the side as
Navid quickly reached to adjust it.

"Sorry, sorry. So delicate," he exclaimed with a guilty smile.

"No, it's just super hot," I protested and let my skin adjust as the water
cooled to less than boiling.

Navid bounced in after me with his big floppy cock and reached for the soap
off of a small dish suctioned to the white tile wall. He brought me into
him with a hand to the back of my head. He laced his fingers through my
hair and pulled me in for a kiss as he rubbed the soap down my back. He let
his lips travel to my chin and then up my jaw before deciding to land on my
shoulder as he rubbed the soap down to my ass.

He chewed on my shoulder as his cock crept up against my tummy. He started
to hump against me as I reached for it. He rubbed the soap over my hole a
few times as he bit softly against the nape of my neck as he pressed my
face against his chest.

"Fuck my new little pink hole is so tight and just for me," he mumbled into
my ear as his lips pinched my lobe. It made me squirm and moan against his
chest and he took advantage of my breathing to slide his finger inside of
me.

"You want me inside you, sweet one? You want a man to seed you?" He
breathed against my ear and then traced his tongue around it.

"Yes sir," I whined against his chest as his nipple found my lips. He poked
the soapy finger against my hole but it protested his entrance.

"So fucking tight, my virgin boy," he laughed and pulled my face away from
his chest so I could see his joy.

"I love you so much," he said as his eyes narrowed. "You are my world."

"I love..." I started to say, but he pulled me into his kiss then. He didn't
need the affirmation. He needed my lips. He poked insistently at my hole
for a few more minutes as his other hand took the soap and rubbed along my
back. His tongue explored my mouth as we kissed and his rock hard cock
humped away at my tummy.

He pushed me off as he gasped for air and I stumbled back against the cool,
wet tile. I didn't fall though. He grabbed my arm in time and set me on my
feet. I was so weakened by his touch, his lips, his finger, his control. I
looked up at him in pitiful exhaustion as my hard cock thumped on its own.

"I finish to clean you," he said and pulled me back against him. He spun me
around and rubbed the soap over my front and then soaped himself up. He
squirted shampoo into my hair and worked it with his fingers like I was his
prize puppy readying for the competition. He washed me all the way down to
my toes.

"I love you too," I finally said as he rinsed me and turned me back to face
him.

"I know you do. You are my princess," he said and touched a finger to the
pendant on my chest where he had placed it. He turned the water off and
then hopped out of the shower and brought us towels. He dried himself
quickly as I tried to keep up.

I watched his muscled ass grind as he walked back out to the bathroom. I
hung up my towel and followed him out. He sat on the edge of the bed and
put his phone into a speaker cradle as soft music filled the room. He
patted his thigh as I came out and I walked towards him. He sat there
watching me as his fat cock laid against his blanket between his legs. I
came towards him and he pulled me to stand between his knees.

"My baby is so beautiful," he said and leaned forward to kiss my nipples.
He sucked and bit at them until they puffed up in irritation and hardened.
I felt my legs go weak and his hands grabbed onto my ass to steady me.

"So pink and soft, little nipples on my princess." He looked up at me with
fascination and his hands roughly squeezed my ass cheeks as his finger
pointed through to rub my hole. He went back to my nipples and twisted each
one between his teeth.

"Uh! Ow!" I whined as he got too rough with them.

"I forget, my delicate princess." He looked up at me with a smile and wide,
dark eyes. I put my finger to his lips and he kissed it and then rubbed his
beard against it.

"I'm not so delicate," I protested though I didn't want him to go rougher
on me. It brought a smile to his lips and he put his bearded chin to my
left nipple and scraped it back and forth until I winced and tried to pull
away.

"It is ok, my Noah. You can be delicate with me. I take care of my baby."
He gave a soft kiss to my tender nipple and then licked it.

I put my hand on the back of his head and rubbed his hair as he brushed his
big, brown nose across my chest. He bent his head up towards me and pursed
his lips in needy lust. I leaned down to him and kissed his lips as his
finger rubbed lightly over my hole.

He pulled me down to his lap as he kept his lips on mine and I sat
awkwardly on his right thigh with my face turned to him. He steadied me
with a hand on my back as his other rubbed up my thigh and pressed below my
nuts. My cock was rock hard and bouncing just inches above his hand as he
rubbed. He never paid attention to it; it was a gray area he didn't
acknowledge.

He pushed me back then and lowered me to the bed. My head landed against
his pillow. He pushed my legs back so my knees went into my chest and they
spread open before him. He took my hand and put it on my balls and told me
to pull them back. I did so my cock was out of the way for him.

"That hole, Noah. So pink and needy for its owner's touch. You don't play
with it?" Navid asked. I shook my head no.

"Good, save it for me, yes? Save it for my expert touch so you do not hurt
it. When you are young and delicate, you don't know how to open it for
pleasure. I will show you how good it can feel." He leaned down to whisper
to me and then kissed my cheek.

"Have you um... opened a lot of them?" I asked and instantly knew it was a
stupid question. Of course he had experienced things. He was 25 and knew
about the world.

"Is not a question you ask of me, Noah." He replied flatly.

"I just mean like, with girls? or guys? You've done that?" I asked. God,
why wasn't I shutting up? His face darkened with frustration.

"When I am with my baby, I only think of us. I hope you only think of me.
Do not ask questions like this. It is not something a boy asks of his man.
Yes?" He put a finger to my lips as he said this with a bit of harshness to
his tone. He was patient, but let me know I was outside the limits.

I nodded, "Sorry."

Navid's smile returned and he kissed me softly leaving with a playful bite
to my lower lip. He raised off of me and then put two fingers to my lips
and pushed them through. I sucked on them as he rubbed them around my mouth
to collect as much spit as I could produce.

He slipped them from my lips, leaving a trail of my spit down over my chin.
It dripped onto my chest as he brought them down and over my tummy. He put
one to my hole and pressed against the ring. It resisted his touch and I
squirmed a bit. He rubbed my stomach with his other hand and made soft
"shh" noises to me.

"Open for me, baby. Breathe in," he said and pressed his hand down against
my tummy. I breathed in and felt him push into me.

"Ahh!" I gasped as it felt so tight inside me. He only had it to the first
knuckle and he kept his eyes on me, watching for pain or pleasure.

"It so beautiful down here," he said when he took his eyes off me to look
down at my hole.

"My little princess, so pink and smooth," He rubbed my tummy appreciatively
as he wormed his finger into me. He made it to the second knuckle when I
started to protest and squirm.

"Ow," I mouthed in muted discomfort. My legs were up in the air and spread
for him. He kissed at the heel of my right foot and then kissed up the
bottom of it. His lips found my toes then and he sucked in the big one. He
licked at it and kissed it and then traced his tongue between my toes,
kissing and sucking on each one to distract me.

"Tickles," I laughed and he looked down at me with a smile.

"Beautiful little toes, my Noah. Such a perfect boy," he approved. He kept
up his worship of my right foot and then moved on to the left one as his
hand rubbed my tummy gently and his finger worked deeper inside me. It felt
so weird having something in there. He was touching the right spots and it
was starting to feel good.

"Uhhh," I started to change from discomfort to pleasure as he expertly
wiggled around inside me. I felt him slide his finger all the way in. It
was thick and rough like a man should be. The hair on the back of his
fingers prickled my sensitive hole as he twisted it around and tried to pry
me open for later use.

My cock was rock hard and though I held it back against my stomach, it
bumped and rubbed against my palm as he started to slide his finger in and
out of me.

"Uhhh!" I repeated a little louder as he started to slide faster and
rougher at my hole.

"Fuck," I whimpered into my bicep as I turned my head to the side from the
rush of pleasure working through me. My cock was sliding against my palm as
I pulled back my nuts with my fingers and started to rub them.

"I try two now," Navid said in a slow monotone and I turned back to look at
him. He was studying me methodically as he slid the finger from my hole.
His look was intent, with a slight edge of pleasure. He was determined to
do this thoughtfully and carefully.

"I don't want to hurt my boy. Is important that your body recognize my
touch as for pleasure and not hurt to you. You will tell me if feels good
or bad." He instructed me as he raised the spit-shined fingers. He pulled a
towel from the bed beside me and wiped them dry and then fished a small
bottle of lube from the bedside table.

"This will help to slide in easy, but you will tell me if feels good, yes?
I mean it, Noah. This can hurt if you are not honest." He looked at me with
seriousness.

"Yes sir," I nodded and bit my lip with a laugh.

"I serious, Noah, baby." Navid gave my ass a rough smack and then rubbed
it. He lipped at my big toe on my right foot and then smiled at me.

I erased my smile and nodded with a serious look. "Serious time, got it." I
affirmed.

He put two fingers to my lips again and pushed them through with an
admonishment to get them wet for my "baby pussy." I sucked on him and
rubbed my cock which was full and thumping with anticipation.

"You want me inside you, sweet boy?" He whispered to me and gave a dude nod
with his eyes narrowed on me. He used his other hand to grip my jaw and
bring my eyes up to meet his.

"Yem Mir," I mumbled around his fingers that were diving for the back of my
throat. He pushed in too far and I gagged and my body convulsed before he
pulled back and wiped the spitty fingers over my chin. He pumped his
fingers a few more times and then pushed towards my throat one last time to
check my reflex. I gagged and my eyes watered as he nodded approval.

"Your delicate throat has not yet tasted the cock that will own it, my
sweet one." He leaned down and kissed my cheek. His words were a mix of
sweet and rough that left my cock dripping a few spurts of precum over my
tummy.

"I need it," I whined as he pulled his fingers from my throat and then
traced a spit trail down my tummy, around my cock, and across my thigh. He
put two fingers to my hole and stacked them on top of each other as he put
slow, persistent pressure.

"Ah, Ahhh!" I started to whine as I felt my breath escape me.

"I haven't yet put them in!" He laughed incredulously. "You need something
to take your mind away from this."

"Like what?" I bit my lip and looked at him. He crawled up on his knees and
then laid out next to me on the bed in the opposite direction. He put his
cock right near my face. It was full and hard with a drop of precum sitting
on the tip.

"You suck. I work! Fair trade!" He used his free hand to grab his cock and
he started to smack it against my smile and then poked at my nose with it.
I was hit with the smell of his salty precum. I turned towards it and took
his cock from his hand. I gripped the shaft with both of my hands and
turned on my side so I could see it eye-to-eye.

"It's so huge. I always forget how big it is," I said and licked my tongue
up the shaft. The precum drop bubbled larger and I caught it with my tongue
before it slid down the head. I sucked it in and then put my lips to the
tip of his cock.

I'm not a cocksucker. I've seen it done in online clips so I know how it
goes, but this was not a starter cock. His long, thick, brown cock pulsed
as I kissed the tip. I gripped it firmly and pumped it in a slow rhythm as
it continued to drizzle his seed into my mouth. I'd let go of my own cock
and it thumped happily against his chest as he pushed my legs up to get at
my hole.

He pressed his fingers against the hole, but it wasn't ready yet.

"So tight! Too tight. I start slower!" He commented in his thick, Persian
accent... and then I felt what would become my favorite thing in the world.
His tongue licked around my hole, circling its prey lightly. He touched
each little nerve ending and lit each one up in a trail of fire.

"Ahhh! Fuck Oh My fuck!" I let go of his cock as my head fell back against
the pillow he'd put there for me.

"That hurt too?" He tore his lips away and exclaimed.

"No, no, don't stop, no, keep going please!!" I started to whine. He
returned, this time his lips kissing at the ring and his tongue pushing
inside me. My eyes started to flutter back and I reached down to rub my
cock. It pulsed happily at the new sensation and I felt the cum rising up.

"I'm gonna cum, uhhh!" I warned with barely seconds to spare. He pulled his
lips off of my ass and I saw him look up to watch me in disappointment.

"No, not yet," he implored. But the damage was done. My body started to
shake and squirm as my cock throbbed and started sending cum all over my
chest and his thighs.

"Sorry, I. Uhhh! I can't stop it! Ahhh!" I felt bad and saw him shrug
helplessly. But then he went back to sucking and tonguing my hole and my
cum intensified.

I reached down and put my hand on the back of his head, pulling his hair
between my fingers as his tongue slid inside me and worked me like a
puppet. I was still shooting, shaking, shouting, and he kept on licking me
expertly.

"Ahhh! Fuh! Navid! I love you baby!" I called out and jerked at his thick
cock.

"Uhh mmm uhh!" He replied with his lips against my hole. The vibrations of
his muffled voice just pushed me farther and I pushed hard on the back of
his head as my cock kept shooting all over us.

I fought to stay still as I shot since his head was down there and I got
this crazy thought I might hurt him, but it felt like when you're out too
far in the ocean and the waves knock you around without control. He rubbed
a hand over my tummy and that let loose another wave as my cock continued
to send shots up my chest. He rubbed the cum in as I settled down and tried
to regain my breath.

"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't stop it. That feels so good," I mumbled as my
eyes rolled back and my chest heaved for breath.

"I am good with this, no?" He said it matter of factly as he pulled off of
my hole and gave it one last kiss.

"Yes, very very good." I assured.

"I love the little pink hole. I come to this country in search of it," he
joked.

"What? For real?" I laughed and rubbed his black hair. I'd messed it up
pretty good and he looked up at me with a pleased smile.

"Well... business degree, but now seeing the beautiful hole my baby has and
know it is just for me... So perfect, my boy." He leaned in and kissed it
again.

"I came," I observed.

"And still you are hard and beg for me," he replied. He leaned in again and
slid his tongue back into me as I laid there sweaty and breathless.

"Yeah... I am ready to go again. But now I want you to... uhhh! to cum," my
body was indeed still begging for his tongue, his touch. He rubbed the mess
of cum over my tummy and then brought his hand up my face.

I tasted my seed. It wasn't like his. Mine was lighter and sweeter. Even my
cum knew he was the dominant male here. I tasted myself often. It's the
easiest way to clean up, but I kept alternating between licking his hand
and licking his cock. He was the definite winner in the taste test but I
wanted to just get back to shoving the head of his cock into my mouth.

"Mmmm!" I mouthed happily around his cock when I went back for it. It was
thick and stretched my jaw. I was fascinated by it and worried I could
never make him feel like he deserved.

I tried to fit as much as I could inside me, but I barely got down to the
shaft. Unsatisfied with my efforts, Navid put his hand to the back of my
head and urged me gently forward. He laced his fingers through my hair and
started to gently push and pull on me.

His tip hit the back of my throat when he pushed me down too far and I
gagged and sputtered on it. It was full and thick and I wanted so
desperately to make him feel as good as he did for me.

He let go of my hair and put a finger to my jaw. He pushed me off his cock
and lifted my face so our eyes met. My eyes were watering, but I sniffed
back bravely.

"It is too much for you," he noted. "You will get used to it though."

"I can do it." I insisted. He kept his finger on my jaw, but I nudged away
from it and went back to his cock. I shoved his tip in with determination
and looked up at him with my mouth stuffed. He sucked in sharply as I
started to bob on the tip.

"That's my good baby," he nodded at me and his face contorted in pleasure.
I started to push deeper onto him and gripped his shaft to pump it.

Satisfied that I could meet his needs, he went back to work on my hole. I
felt his tongue slide in and then his finger poked in next to it. His
tongue distracted my hole from the fullness of his finger as he pulled
gently to open me.

My cock sprang up to full mast again and I used my free hand to jerk it
slowly. The previous cum hadn't totally dried yet and I squished it around
my hard shaft. I was getting adjusted to his cock in my mouth and I started
to ease it in and out faster.

"That feels so good baby," I heard Navid say as his tongue slid out of me.
He eased in a second finger and kissed softly up my thigh.

He sat up and kept slowly pushing the two fingers inside me. He leaned over
me to watch as I tried to make sense of his cock. He used his free hand to
push back my hair and pet me gently as I bobbed on his cock.

"You feel so good, my princess. Worship that cock while I spread your
little hole. So beautiful," he praised as he pushed me deeper onto his
cock.

"I so close to filling you with the seed you work so hard for." Navid was
breathing hard and encouraging me as he rubbed my hair.

He was distracting me with his cock and adoration as he worked two fingers
inside me. I was so focused on fitting him in, I'd lost focus on what he
was doing down there until he hit a new spot inside me and my whole body
twitched at the new sensation.

"Ahhh!" I pulled off his cock and my eyes fluttered up to the ceiling.

"Oh! Noah! I hurt you?" He stopped worming his fingers in me and looked
down at me with sorrow like he'd just been punched.

"No... woah... that's... fucking... yeah..." I laid back and felt like my cock was
about to shoot again.

"Oh! You like!" His face turned back to happy and he started to move his
fingers in me again in a twirling rhythm. He rubbed each of the two
fingertips in turn over that spot again and again as my body reacted
wildly.

"Uhhh!" I was jerking his cock fast as he massaged my new favorite spot
with expert motion.

"I'm going to cum again," I whined as he kept it up.

"I will join you soon, my love." He rubbed his left hand over my tummy as
his other one played my hole.

"Uhhh fuck! Fuck! Naviiii!" I was losing all control and my body started to
twist and jerk again as I held onto his cock to ground me.

"Yeah, I cum, Noah!" Navid growled and laid back against the bed as I
jerked his cock. I turned to face it as I started to shoot cum again. I put
my lips to his cock and swallowed what I could as his cock started to shoot
in my mouth. I felt thick globs of his salty cum hit against my throat as I
covered my chest with my second round.

"Fuck, Noah. Take it all my baby," his voice went down an octave in this
primal growl as his hand found the back of my head while I started to
swallow his seed.

"Swallow me baby... Take it... yeah... so good." Navid encouraged in between
grunts.

He shot a lot, but I guess it had built up over the last three hours of me
playing with it. It leaked out around his shaft and I felt like it was
going to start coming out my nose as he pumped everything his deep wells
could deliver. I wasn't sure where my breath was coming from.

"Yeah... uhhhh..." He rubbed my cheek as he watched me fill with his seed. He
pushed against it and a glob of his cum sputtered out and down my chin. He
laughed and pushed me off of him.

"You are full," he mused between gulps of air. I was gasping for air myself
as his cum dribbled down my neck.

"Uh huh." I nodded and collapsed back against his pillow. His cock was
still hard and I watched the last pearl of his cum bubble up and slide down
his shaft. I swallowed what was in my mouth and licked around my lips to
draw in what I could. He rubbed my thigh and sucked on the toes of my right
foot. It tickled but my body was too spent to react. I closed my eyes and
fell asleep.

I woke a few minutes later as he was trying to lift me off his bed. I
raised up and he pulled me to my feet and then kissed me sweetly. He led me
to the shower and cleaned me all over again.

"I hope you no to be angry for me," Navid said with a yawn as he handed me
a towel. His English was fading with his energy.

"What? Why?" I asked and tried not to laugh at his loss of English.

"I take clothes last time I am at your room. I know you will future stay to
here with me," He went for the top drawer of his chest and pulled out a
pair of my briefs and a t-shirt. He handed them to me and then pulled out
the little running shorts I hadn't worn since high school track.

"You stole my clothes? When?" I laughed and pictured him crawling in my
window dressed in black and sneaking around  my room.

"Last week. You left to pee and I just look around your room and decide you
will need clothes at my house." Navid pulled on a pair of boxers and
watched me as I dressed.

"I buy you toothbrush equipment also!" He remembered suddenly and went back
into the bathroom. He retrieved a small plastic package and opened it to
show me the new toothbrush. He was so excited that his preparations had
paid off. We brushed our teeth together and he stood behind me and posed in
the mirror to make me laugh.

We were so tired when we made it to bed that we missed a bit of the magic
of falling asleep together. I laid on his chest first, but then he turned
me onto my side so he could hold me from behind.

He jumped up suddenly and I watched him run out of the room in a pair of
fresh, flannel boxers. He came back a few minutes later with bottles of
water and some kind of snack wrapped in a paper towel. He locked his door
and told me to not leave his room without him.

"You pee in there and here is water. Are you hungry for anything? I have
snack here if you wish for it. My phone is here if you wake up before me
and need a game to play. But do not go out of my room please." He set the
items down on the bedside table and then hopped over me and slid under the
covers to spoon me again.

"You're so beautiful, my Noah. Even the boy of my dreams before I come to
here was not half as perfect as you. You make me so happier than anything."
He kissed the back of my neck as I closed my eyes. His body was a furnace
and I felt his pulse through his arms as he hugged me tightly. It lulled me
to sleep quickly in his warm cocoon.

"I love you too," I mumbled as I drifted off with my head against his
bicep.

+++

The next two weeks went by as we fell into a routine of him coming over
every night to "study," and us sneaking sex time on Saturday and Sunday. He
started picking me up for school in the morning after he declared that the
bus was not safe for me to ride on. I helped him with his papers, well I
mostly took what he wrote and rewrote it so he could get a good grade.

He always came up to my apartment to knock on the door and say good morning
to my dad. They were developing a total bro-mance. It was weird. My dad
said Navid was responsible and polite. He confessed that he always worried
I would end up dating some guy who was a jerk. Navid drove me to school and
then brought me home after we ate lunch together. It was turning out to be
the perfect summer.

The next Thursday, while driving me home, he told me he wouldn't see me
that night and was going to be out the next day. He said he wasn't feeling
well and needed to just rest and would see me on Saturday morning for his
soccer game. He told me this right when he pulled up to my apartment. I
started to panic and asked what was wrong and should we go to the doctor
and other things.

"I'll be ok, Noah. I just need to rest. Do not worry for me, my love." He
kissed my cheek and then my lips.

"My sweet boy will take notes for me and catch me up, ok?" He rubbed my
cheek and kissed my nose with a playful laugh.

"Ok, but just let me know if you need anything." I felt my stomach twist
into a knot that he was hurting and I couldn't be there to take care of
him. He walked me up to the apartment and then made sure I was safely
inside with the door locked. He really was convinced that my neighborhood
wasn't safe.

+++

I didn't hear from him that night. I texted Erik, my best friend who Navid
didn't get along with. He took me out for coffee and I filled him in on
everything that had happened.

"I know how it goes when relationships are new, Noah... But you can't just
drop all of your friends for this guy." Erik was swiping through my phone
of all the pictures I had taken with Navid.

"He is kinda cute though, and I'm happy for you. I am! He holds you so
protectively... It's sweet." Erik commented.

We spent a few hours there and he seemed annoyed at my weeks of absence,
but also genuinely happy for me. He took me home and I agreed I would go to
his LGBT student meeting the next week where he was running for vice
president. I'd been a good member before Navid so I could still vote. I
just hadn't participated with them much this summer since Navid didn't seem
too interested in that world.

I was happy for the distraction of Erik that night, but when I got home I
started to worry about Navid's illness. I started to text him a hundred
times but then thought he must be sleeping and I didn't want to disturb
that. He needed his rest and as hard as it was, I finally fell asleep
looking at his pictures on my phone.

The next day seemed like I was vacationing in an old life. I awoke to a
text from Navid telling me he was starting to feel better but was still
sick. He wished me a good day and said he loved me and would dream of me in
his naps. I replied with a similar message and then got myself ready for
school.

I rode the bus to school and went to class alone. I sat in another part of
the room so I could see Navid's friends and observe quietly, but they
didn't show up either. Whatever he had must have infected all of them. I
spent the whole class worrying for him and left during the break.

I took the bus back home and thought about calling him, but I knew he was
probably passed out on cold medicine. I hated worrying about him so much. I
couldn't stop thinking about him alone and feeling awful in his bed. I
decided to make him some cookies and take them over on my bike.

I walked to the grocery store on Reseda and got the needed supplies. I'd
decided on making the chocolate cherry cookies my grandmother used to make
with me when I was little. They always made me feel better. I made them
perfectly and set aside two for my dad. He would be upset if he smelled
them and had none when he got home. We almost never have anything with a
lot of sugar in our kitchen.

I packed up the rest of them in a plastic take-out container. I found a
silver sharpie marker and looked up online how to write "I hope you feel
better soon," in Persian. I wrote it on the lid of the container and filled
it with cookies. I packed it up in a paper bag and decided to take my bike
over to his house. It wasn't too hot outside and the afternoon breeze was
blowing in.

I biked up to his house and parked my bike on the front porch. There was a
thumping bass sound coming from inside and I hoped it wasn't keeping Navid
up. He needed his sleep. He needed a quiet place. I knocked a few times and
then pressed the doorbell. Aram opened the door wearing just a pair of
basketball shorts.

"Noah! NO-Uhh...  Suh-mo-king!" Aram sang with a laugh like it was a joke.
He waved me through towards the living room which was cloudy with a heavy
pot smell and thumping with some loud Persian or Arab music with a hip hop
beat. There was a group of guys sitting around shirtless and talking and
laughing.

"I brought something for Navid since he's sick. Is he awake?" I was getting
annoyed that his roommates would have a party while he was sick. I thought
about bringing him home with me so I could take care of him. I knew my dad
would be ok with that.

"Yeah... Oh... um. Navid! You are awake!?" Aram called towards the group of
guys in the living room and I noticed a shirtless body whose back looked
familiar.

There was a lighter guy with almost blonde hair wedged right against him.
That guy turned to look at me first and his face told me he wasn't just
accidentally sitting too close to Navid. He looked older too, maybe close
to 30. He rubbed his hand over Navid's back and whispered something to him.

Navid turned to look at me just as the blonde guy was firing up a lighter
on a small, green, glass pipe he held to Navid's lips. He sucked in as his
eyes registered my presence, and then he smiled and blew out. He took the
pipe, handed it to the white guy and then jumped up happily. The guy turned
and looked at me with jealous anger as Navid ran to greet me.

I dropped the wrapped paper package with the cookies and get well message.
It landed with a smack against the cold tile floor and I started to back
away as my heart thumped wildly against my chest. Navid froze then and it
dawned on him that no, I was not happy to see him. I wasn't happy to see
him not sick. I wasn't happy to see him smoking pot with his friends. I was
least happy about seeing him cuddling up shirtless with some old dude who
was still staring at me like his eyes held bullets.

I was struggling to breathe and my brain was screaming at me to get the
hell out of there.

"Noah, you... drop something. Come here to me," Navid said with confusion. He
bent down to pick up the package. I started to turn and walk back towards
the door before he could reach me.

"Wait, no go. You are upset? Why? I explain to you." He was following me
back towards the front door. I just needed to get out of there before I
started crying like a five year old.

"I have to go. Just wanted to leave those," I said without looking back at
him. I tried to sound like I didn't care. I tried to not sound like I was
on the edge of crying. I hate cry voice. I put my hand on the doorknob and
felt his hand grip my bicep. He pulled me back towards him roughly and
squeezed my arm with too much force. I felt a shot of pain in my arm and my
mouth made this weird pain sound I'd never done before. I wasn't even sure
it came from me.

He let go of my arm and started to apologize, but then tried to pull me in
for a hug or something comforting and I pushed him away. I saw the white
guy creeping up behind Navid and looking at us with curiosity like I was
some weird homeless guy who'd floated in. He didn't have even the smallest
look of shame for what he had been doing with the guy I loved, the guy who
had said he loved me. I felt my stomach flop around inside me angrily. It
only fueled my need to get out of there.

"I need to go home! Please!" I yelled, but Navid was confused and kept
trying to comfort me and look at where he'd hurt my arm. He was pushing me
back towards the living room, maybe towards his bedroom.

It brought the attention of the other guys. They rushed over and Aram and
some guy I didn't recognize pulled Navid back. They were saying things to
him in Persian as he was trying to push past them. Other guys joined in to
hold Navid back. His face looked pained and confused as he kept his eyes on
me. I wanted to leave but had gotten turned around so that now Navid and
the scuffle were between me and the front door.

They were arguing with Navid and trying to calm him down, but he kept his
eyes on me and was saying something in Persian. His eyes were red with
worry, or maybe shame, or maybe too much pot. He must have been trying to
explain things to them, but they weren't giving in.

"You sure do know how to cause a scene, dude. We were all chill before you
showed up with your problems," The older white guy said to me in a very gay
voice as he rubbed a hand over his chest. I noted a tent in his shorts and
he just shrugged with a carefree smile that made my skin crawl.

"I need to leave," I said to him.

"Yes, yes you do," he replied dryly.

Navid switched from Persian to English and I turned back to see he was
looking at me with sadness and anger and confusion.

"No! Let me help him. Noah!, Look! He hurts himself! I need help him! He
hurts himself!" Navid said to the guys as he sank down to his knees
helplessly.

"Come Noah, I'll show you out this way. You go home and I take care of
him." Aram put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me out to the kitchen and
then through a side door. He walked me around to my bike and then asked if
I was ok to bike home. I nodded and he gave my shoulder a squeeze before I
took off.

It wasn't until I had stopped, waiting for the light to cross Burbank, that
it sank in what Navid meant by "he hurts himself." My hands were bleeding
where I'd made unintentional fists and dug my nails into my palms. I hadn't
done that in so long. It was a welcome relief like the pain escaping my
chest. I knew my father would be upset... disappointed.

I actually laughed then because I remembered I'd promised him I wouldn't do
that anymore... as if I had any control over it. But he'd also promised that
he loved me and he obviously wasn't interested in keeping up with that. I
started to wonder what he and the white guy had done together and if he
made him feel as good as I did.

My palms were sticky but the bleeding had stopped. I messed up my shorts
trying to get my phone out and hoped Erik would be close by. I told him
what had happened and he said he would head over right away.

+++

"I knew he was like that. They're all like that; those foreign closeted
guys! Fucktards, all of them with their religions that only allow them to
use their dicks and never their hearts. They have to hide so much of
themselves and who they are. It fucks up any chance they have at having
something real with another guy. They end up in really freaky shit and
can't commit!" Erik never missed a chance to be right, but he was hugging
me as we sat on my living room floor leaned up against the couch.

He had cleaned up my hands as he blamed Navid for everything wrong with the
world.

"But I love him and I thought..." I started but didn't know how to finish
that sentence.

"Of course you did. You weren't raised to be ashamed of yourself. You are a
trusting, sweet guy. You deserve so much more, Noah. We know so many guys
who would do anything to make you happy and you go after some unattainable
Arab man." Erik was warming up for a long lecture as he rubbed my back.

"He's not Arab, he's Persian." I pointed out between sniffled tears.

"Whatever! Don't defend him! Navid is garbage, Noah. Garbage knows no
culture. I've met plenty of openly gay Arab and Persian guys without all
that baggage. He's in California now and needs to get used to it." Erik
sneered.

"He's not garbage... I just thought he wanted more," I whispered.

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you feel worse. You deserve better
though," He whispered back to me.

We just sat there on the floor together for over an hour as he talked me
through it. I got the lecture on dating closeted guys and then one about
the fact that I will go on and thrive and be stronger and whatever other
pop song lyric that floated into his head.

And then my dad came home.

"What is going on, Noah? I got a call from Navid saying you were very upset
and he did something stupid and you had a misunderstanding." My dad rushed
to kneel in front of me without greeting Erik.

Erik filled him in on what I had told him and then the two of them debated
what to do with me. My dad thanked Erik for being there for me and told him
he would stay with me. I think he wanted Erik to go and I know he wanted to
bring down the drama level that Erik always carried. Erik gave me a hug,
made me promise to attend the LGBT student group meeting to vote for him,
and then he left.

"He said it was a misunderstanding, Noah... and I have to say that I'm very,
very happy that you were upset about him smoking pot... but... but sometimes
adults do that. I've done it. It's not any worse than having a drink, which
is ALSO something you should NEVER do. Drinking is bad. Ugh... I just... I
raised you to be a very straight and narrow path kind of kid. I wanted you
to be better than me. I guess I should be happy that it worked." My dad
said.

"He lied to me," I said flatly. I was staring ahead as my dad took Erik's
place at my side and hugged me into his chest.

"I know. I'm not excusing what he did. It's bad. But I also know how he
feels about you. I know how he tries to be a better man because he wants a
future with you. People mess up, Noah. You can't just write them off
forever." My dad was defending Navid. I couldn't believe it.

"You think he's good for me," I said.

"I don't think anyone will ever be good enough for my child. If you want to
move on from him, I support you completely. I will always support you when
you think for yourself. What I'm saying is don't be so quick to judge what
you think you saw. I just can't see him sleeping around with someone else
like that. I could be wrong... It just doesn't sound like him." He rubbed my
shoulder and kissed the top of my head.

We just sat there for a long time on the floor until I heard his stomach
rumble. It was past dinner time and I hadn't made anything. My dad's phone
buzzed and he fished it out of his pocket.

"He's outside if you want to talk to him. I'm going to order a pizza if
that's ok?" Dad was definitely hungry.

"Yeah, sounds good." I stood up and went to the front window. Navid was
sitting in his car looking up at the apartment.

"It's ok if I go out there?" I asked and my dad nodded. He was already
ordering the pizza.

I slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed a hoodie. The sun was setting and
the air was changing to a cool, breezy night. Navid's face lit up when he
saw me open the front door. He hopped out of his car and came towards me.
He was wearing a pair of black gym shorts and a red tank top with flip
flops. His face looked blotchy and his eyes looked very tired. His black
hair was messed up and pushed back. On him, it was still a hot look.

"You can talk to me?" He asked with a soft voice as he walked towards the
steps to my place.

"Here?" I asked. He shook his head and came up the stairs for me.

He went inside and I heard him ask my dad if it was ok if he took me to
talk somewhere. My dad agreed but told him I hadn't eaten yet.

"I will feed him. I am sorry he hurts," Navid said. My dad said something
back in a low voice that I couldn't make out. Navid apologized again and
then came back out for me.

He led me down to the car and we drove in silence down towards the hills.
He knew some back roads I hadn't seen before and we zoomed up past
beautiful houses until he found a little dirt side street. He led me up a
steep little pathway to a clearing in the woods with a small bench and a
view of the sunset.

"I am so sorry I hurt you. You are my everything, Noah. I never wish for
anything but you," he began with a soft, humble voice. It didn't sound like
him. He was never anything less than confident and seemed beat up by the
day's events.

"I... I just got confused. It's ok. You never said you just wanted to be with
me I guess. I just interpreted it that way. I just was shocked. That guy
must be like 30 or something." I couldn't look him in the eye when I spoke.
Instead I watched the cars back up along Ventura far below us. The endless
stream of red pulsed in front of me as all of Los Angeles seemed to move
from one end to the other in chaos.

"Wait, what? What old guy? What do you say, Noah!?" Navid's voice went up
and there was anger in it.

"The guy. That blonde guy you were cuddling. I didn't know you were into
older guys like that," I stammered shakily.

"Noah! Oh My God, Noah! You think I am dog or something? You think I am go
with whoever has hole near to me?" Navid was taken aback by my accusation.

"You didn't play with him?" I asked.

"No! Oh yuck no! He is friend of Bashir. He bring over pot and alcohol
sometimes and Bashir lets him... well, you are too young to know of that. But
me? What you should think of me! I want nobody but my Noah. I tell you
this! I..." Navid began to rant.

"Then why did you lie and say you were sick?" I interrupted.

"I... ah yes... For that I am apologize so much! I did make lie to you. I do
not want you to see me like that in party time. I need to sometimes be with
my friends and relax, but I know you are such a very good boy and do not
like that things. I don't want for you to want to try those things. But I
did lie. And look how it hurt you." Navid took my hand and rubbed lightly
over the crescent cuts with a look of sorrow.

"You needed a night off. Ok that makes sense. I guess I did too. I got to
catch up with Erik and he invited me to his gay thing next week." I felt my
chest open up with the realization that it was going to be ok.

"Gay thing? What gay thing is this?" Navid asked and I explained about the
student group and voting for Erik.

"No, Noah. Why you want to go to this? It is dangerous for you. People will
know," He looked alarmed.

"People already know. I am a member and they're my friends." I was confused
again.

"They aren't like you, Noah. My boy is so quiet and gentle. You should be
at home with your father where you are protected," Navid put his arm around
me and rubbed my shoulder. I was all set to tell him I was perfectly safe
at lgbt student events. But then his hand touched my bicep where he had
jerked my arm. The sudden shot of pain had me inhale sharply and pull away.

"What? That is where I grab you? Oh let me see. My friends did not let me
check that you were ok." Navid turned on the flashlight on his phone and
pushed up the sleeve of my shirt.

"Oh fuck, baby I bruise here. I am so sorry to you. I will never hurt you
again. I... fuck. Noah, I am sorry." Navid looked pained and twisted all over
again.

"It's ok, just don't touch there, please," I assured him.

It didn't calm him down and he went on apologizing for a few more minutes
until I leaned over and put my lips to his. He stopped talking and slid his
tongue into my mouth. He tasted like someone who needed to brush his teeth,
but I didn't care. He slid his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.

I reached down and felt his lap. His thick snake was hard and laying over
his thigh. I felt around and realized he had no underwear on.

"You're hard?" I asked as I pulled back from his lips.

"Always around you, Noah. It is all for you and only for your touch." Navid
kissed my nose and I saw his old, familiar smile creep across his lips.

"Did you like my cookies? They were supposed to make you feel better." I
looked at him with expectant eyes.

"Cookies?" He asked. "Oh... the package. I did not open it. I thought you are
so upset and will want it back from me... I just think of getting to you. I
have them in trunk of car. You wait and I bring them?"

I nodded and he disappeared down the dark pathway. I was alone and realized
just how quiet it was up here. Just me and the mountain lions and homeless
people. He came running back up and flopped down next to me with
excitement.

"You buy me cookies! I do not deserve," He said and kissed my cheek.

"I made those. Just me and a bunch of junk from the grocery store." I
watched as he opened the wrapping and read the message I had written using
the light from his phone. His face lit up and he kissed me again.

We sat there under the stars and over the city as we ate cookies in the
cool night air. When it got too cold we drove to get tacos and then sat
parked in front of my apartment until my dad texted to say it was time to
come inside. Navid walked me up to my door. He came inside and talked to my
dad for a few minutes while I went to pee.

"Noah," he said with a kiss when it was time for him to head home. "I
promise you I will tell you truth. I promise I will take better care of
your heart if you can return it to me. Can you, Noah?"

I nodded and kissed him. My dad had given us some privacy to say good
night. He pushed me against the doorway and slid a hand up the back of my
shirt and used the other one to squeeze my ass. My heart wasn't the only
thing I'd put in his care.

I knew Erik would be upset and I knew we had a lot of things to work out. I
didn't want to be anyone's princess and I definitely wasn't giving up the
student group or my friends.

But being in his arms was the most alive I'd ever felt. I wasn't sure I had
any semblance of control over anything anymore.

I kind of felt ok with that.