Noah's Starship Ch. 03

"They're looking at you," I reminded him and it was true. That seemed to allay his worries and he straightened up with a smile. Who doesn't like to be ogled? He beamed a look of pride at me and cocked his head up proudly.

"What does my baby want to do next?" Navid came back from throwing our trash away and extended a hand to me.

"I'm too young to get into the clubs. What about a tattoo? I always wanted a little palm tree somewhere!" I spotted a tattoo place down the block.

"What? No! Mark my baby with the inks? Would be a criminal act! Your skin is so perfect. My little pink love. No, please never do this! My heart would break," Navid scolded.

"Ok... I only have ten bucks left anyways. What can we do for that?" I opened my wallet to show him.

"I have money, Noah. Please let me provide for you. Your needs are my needs. Money s not concern for me. We don't need to spend your father's money. You are mine to provide for and it is my pleasure," Navid gave me the puppy eyes, but tonight was my treat.

"Frozen Yogurt!" I suddenly remembered the Yogurt bar we'd passed. It was one of those choose your own junk to put on the yogurt places only they hired hot guys in skimpy outfits who occasionally danced for the customers. My dad had accidentally taken me in there a few years back. He tried to be cool about it, but when the one guy in an orange speedo started dancing on a really hot guy, we took our yogurt to go.

The place wasn't too crowded, but we had to wait in line to get yogurt and look through the topping choices. It was all going well until the older couple in front of us started making polite conversation. It's an LA thing I guess, but people here make conversation when waiting.

It was two white guys, maybe late 20's. Both were coverboy cute. One was taller and thicker and the other was thinner but toned and very chatty. He looked at us for a few awkward seconds and offered a smile.

"You two are on a date! That's so adorable! I wish I had been out at your age!" The smaller one gushed to me.

"Uh, thank... you. The yogurt here is good?" Navid sounded polite, but pulled me to the other side of him away from the guys. His body was tense and didn't match his words. I knew he didn't like me being addressed.

"Uh yeah I guess so. How long have you two been together? I think mixed-race couples are the hottest." The guy was not picking up on Navid's discomfort and continued to engage him exuberantly.

"Mixed? I am not mixed..." Navid fidgeted uncomfortably and squeezed my hand protectively.

"No, I meant..." The guy realized he had been misinterpreted.

"Let's leave them alone, Patrick. Sorry guys, he'll talk to anyone, but he's harmless," The taller guy said and pulled his boyfriend back from us.

"It's our culture. We talk to strangers," I whispered to Navid as the line moved forward. He pulled me along tensely. Patrick kept giving us interested looks as we inched forward. Navid got two cups for us, but I could tell he really wanted to leave. He gave me a fake smile, pushing through his embarrassed state. He was trying.

We got our yogurt. He insisted on holding both cups and just asked what I wanted inside mine. His was chocolate with a mix of fruit and nuts on top. Mine was plain vanilla with cinnamon toast crunch cereal. I tried to pay, but it came up to a dollar more than I had on me so Navid happily swiped his credit card and tucked my wallet into my pocket.

"So disrespectful, that boy." He shook his head and pulled out a high chair for me at the bar along the window. He let me slide up and then pushed me in as he continued, "Mixed-race couple?! Is that what we are? Persians are from the same place as white people. Though my mother is somewhat Arab, but very beautiful."

"He said we were adorable and hot. I thought it was nice. He didn't mean anything rude by it," I defended the stranger.

"It is strange for my culture though, Noah. The weaker of the relationship does not engage strangers and certainly not the weaker one of another pair. In my culture, it is rude. They would have been called out for bad behavior." Navid was warming up for another lecture on Iranian superiority.

"Maybe he is the 'man' in their relationship," I interrupted with a laugh. "Maybe I am a man too."

"Of course you are a man, a very pretty one... I thought you like that you are my baby," Navid's frustration melted into playful flirtation. He set down his cup and slid his chair close to mine. We were in the corner and the place was packed, but he forgot that in front of us was a window made dark only by the bright lights inside. From our perspective, it was almost a mirror but we were completely visible to the patio diners.

He laid his arm across the back of my chair and squeezed my shoulder.

"I thought you like how I hold my baby and kiss every little beautiful inch of perfect skin," he whispered as he leaned into me. "I thought you like how I open up your delicate hole and make your body twist and stretch and beg for its man's touch." Navid slid his hand up my thigh as I gasped softly.

"I... yeah," I inhaled sharply and checked around to see that we were indeed ignored by the rest of the bustling shop. The guy on Navid's side had his back turned to us. He was large and provided more cover for Navid's wandering hand.

"You prefer I keep hands to self? I treat you like man, buddy? We arm wrestle and check out the ladies? Yeah bro? You like that bro? We play games and eat cheetos?" He was doing a poor imitation of a California dude accent. His fingers rubbed down under my ass and he massaged along the seam of my jeans.

"Cheetos?" I laughed momentarily until he found that spot that was just right over my hole and applied some pressure. "Uhhh," I gasped.

"That's what my baby likes, what my prince begs for, yes? To be loved by the man who knows how to make him feel just right?" Navid gave several quick bites at my earlobe as he rubbed up under my covered hole.

"Yeah... yes... sir... man," I caught my breath. He stopped then as his phone dinged. He slid his hand away, and gave my cheek a quick kiss. He whipped out his phone to check an update.

"Eat your yogurt before melt, my pretty boy... man," Navid laughed and pulled away from me. He turned it off so quickly. I was still very hard and felt my cock leaking precum all over my briefs. I leaned forward and took a few deep breaths to recover.

My eyes adjusted to the window in front of us to see that a table of guys on the other side of the window were enjoying our show and staring with full intensity. I leaned forward more to make sure and was met with four sets of interested eyes. One of them gave me a nod with a wink and the others said something I couldn't hear and laughed. I felt my cheeks turn deep red.

"Oh um woah!" I said and turned to see Navid looking down at his phone still. He was too busy looking at some Persian scripted writing in between bites of his yogurt to see my embarrassment. I decided not to share the news with him since it probably wouldn't be well-received. We finished our yogurt and then walked around outside a bit.

"I have surprise for you this weekend! Just got confirmation," Navid said excitedly as we paused to cross a side street.

"A puppy?" I asked.

"Better! Wait, you want puppy?" Navid looked confused.

"Just a joke. What is it?" I bounced happily, attracting the looks from a group of guys waiting beside us for the light to change.

"We go to resort in Palm Springs! My friends are to go as well. I have gone before and it is very nice with pool and fun things. I book two rooms, one for your father. Of course you cannot go without a minder. But he says is ok for you to share my room. Is to celebrate the end of course! But is more to celebrate two months since I meet my beautiful boy." Navid was talking super fast.

"No way! A whole weekend? And he said it was ok? That is awesome!" I jumped and tossed my arms around Navid's neck. I kissed him without thinking.

"Good job, dude. You are definitely getting action tonight!" A drunk guy next to us nodded.

"Oh, um sorry. I got too excited... I've never been!" I pulled away, but Navid slid an arm around my back and hugged me to his side.

"Is ok. I love to see my boy happy!" Navid ignored the onlookers.

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We headed out Friday when my dad came home early from work. Navid drove and my dad sat next to him with me in the back holding my pillow. Navid kept watching me in the mirror as he and my dad talked for two hours about sports, the economy, politics. It was nice to see my dad bonding with him. Navid even played 90's music which my dad loves. He was going all out to make a good impression and keep things friendly.

I'd never been in the back of his car. There were candy wrappers, a few of his soccer jerseys that smelled dirty, and lots of papers. He isn't the neatest of guys, and I found more than one cheerio in the floormats. I eventually just laid against the window and fell asleep on my pillow.

"Noah, my love." I felt Navid's lips against mine as his hand slid up my chest. "Noah, we are arrived."

I yawned and stretched, but didn't see my dad which explained why he kissed me so freely. I heard him behind me though digging through his bag in the trunk. Navid offered his hand and pulled me out of the backseat. My dad handed me my bag, but Navid took it and then got his own.

Navid went to check us in while Dad and I sat down on big couches in the center of a large, marble atrium.

"Listen, Nik," my dad started.

"Aww no dad, you only call my by my initials when there's something awkward you want to talk about," I whined. I was only "Nik" when he had to break something to me or I'd done something wrong. He'd always been super gentle with me, not like I'd ever done much to cause him problems. I had always strived to be the good kid who brought him no issues. He deserved that.

"I know, but I love you and this is important. Listen... I know you two have feelings for each other and are going to enjoy the weekend together. That's your decision and I respect it... but I was a little younger than you when I got your mom pregnant. Not that I regret it! You are the best thing I ever did. I wouldn't trade you for the world. But I didn't think at that age that anything could happen. My parents never talked to me about that stuff." He sighed.

"I'm not getting pregnant, dad. It doesn't work like that for guys," I tried to lighten the mood.

"Be serious Noah. There are things out there that could kill you or make you really sick. I'm your father. I love you more than anything in the world, and I have to warn you about that stuff... I know Navid is a nice guy, but STD's don't just happen to bad people. In fact, sometimes bad people are smarter because they know what's out there." He reached over to his bag and pulled out a box of condoms. He opened it and counted out a string of them.

"No no," I started to protest when I saw the shiny, gold wrappers.

"You know how to use these already, and don't use two together! Just one at a time and if you need more, just ask. Don't be ashamed to protect your health. Ok? Well... here," He shoved four of them into my hand and then put the box back in his bag.

"Dad, we haven't even gotten to that yet..." I could NOT look him in the eye as I shoved them into my pocket.

"Well good, and if you don't want to do that, you be sure to speak up for yourself. Or if you want me to tell him, I can do that. You can stay in my room. I was going to have Annie come out tonight, but..." He started.

"Annie? You're dating her again? She's the one who thought your job wasn't good enough to date her?" My dad had a bad habit of choosing single women with good careers who wanted to change him and never thought he made enough money.

"We talked it out... look don't change the subject. I don't judge who you date!" He laughed. "But I'm glad you got a nice guy who treats you so well. I'm your father, I have to worry about that stuff."

"You worry for what?" Navid had sneaked up beside us and caught the end of his statement. He held two small cardboard folders with the resort's logo printed on the front. He looked confused, but my dad just shook his head and said it was nothing.

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We got to the room and Navid started kissing me before he closed the door. My dad was booked in a room down the hall from us. I'm sure that wasn't a coincidence. He was just far enough to give us privacy. Navid's friends had the rooms to the left of us. He said we would meet up with them later.

"Baby I need you so bad. You need me? You are ready?," he said while sliding his hands up the back of my shirt. He had me pushed against the wall inside the room with our bags tossed into the small closet. His hard cock was straining his grey fleece shorts as he rubbed against my tummy.

"Yeah, please," I whined against his shoulder as his lips sucked on my neck. He lifted me up and I threw my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the bed. He laid me down against the comforter with my head against the giant pile of decorative pillows.

He straddled me and leaned down to kiss me. I put my hand to his cheek and stopped him. I wanted to enjoy looking at him. I traced my finger across his square jaw accented with the dark, neatly trimmed goatee that always scraped my skin. His strong, brown nose hovered over dark red lips. His wide, round dark eyes blinked at me as his lips spread into a confused smile.

"What's wrong, my love?" He asked, showing off perfect white teeth. I pushed back his black, fluffy hair and just shook my head.

"You're so handsome. Just wondering how I got so lucky and why you'd like a guy like me," I said and leaned up for a kiss. He put his hand to my chest and pushed me back down.

"I am a beast, my boy is the beautiful one. My perfect princess with light skin and crystal green eyes. I love these little ears that beg for my nibbles, the pink lips that call to me when I cannot touch them, and the beautiful ass with perfect pink hole that I am training to receive my seed. It is I who is lucky to find such a sweet and innocent love to protect and worship. You are my world, sweet Noah," Navid said and then leaned down to kiss me.

I slid my hand up the back of his shirt and felt his strong muscles as they worked to hold me. I put my nose into his neck and inhaled his cologne and sweat from the warm day. He smelled like a wolf, a beast as he had called it, but a friendly one that swore to protect me. I was both scared to death and brought to life in the safety of his arms. He leaned down and growled against my ear and then licked my cheek playfully as though he sensed what I was feeling.

He nibbled along my jaw and pushed my legs out as he knelt between them. I raised my knees up into my chest and he lowered himself and ground his bulge against my ass. He rubbed up and down against me and I felt his thick cock tent his shorts.

He slid both hands up my shirt and pushed it up off of me so he could get at my nipples. He kissed down my smooth, pale chest and cupped my flat pec muscles as though there was something feminine there. He squeezed them together and leaned in to bite and suck at each nipple in turn. They puffed up into irritated little pink darts and he smiled up at me in accomplishment.

"Ahh," I gasped as he twisted and sucked them in turn. My chest hurt from his squeezing, but he looked so excited to play with my pecs that I didn't tell him to stop.

"My princess," he smiled up at me as he rubbed his prickly bearded chin against my right nipple. His hands smoothed down my back until he hit my shorts. He pushed them down along with my briefs. My legs were still up in the air, and when he pushed my shorts past my knees, the shiny gold packages fell out. They landed with a thud against my tummy and then slid down to the bed as Navid froze in confusion.

"Uh..." He looked at me and the back at the wrappers. "You um, come prepared for that?"

"No, I..." I started to fish around for an explanation that would make this less awkward, but came up empty.

"Where does my baby buy such things? You know what these are for?" Navid asked seriously. He really did think of me as a naive innocent.

"My, um... my dad gave me those for... for us to um... for us." I stumbled about as my cock laid hard against my tummy.

"You tell him we are doing the sex!? Noah! He will kill me!" Navid looked panic-stricken.

"No, I didn't. He assumed. He knows we are together and... He wants me to be safe," I said as my cock started to soften.

"Oh," Navid awakened to a realization. "Then he is ok with us. It is like he give his... how do you say... blessing?" His lips crept into a smile.

"I guess so, but we don't have to do that unless... unless you want to," I bit my lip and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Of course I want to, but you are so delicate and new. It is still so tight down here and I get so few chances to work on opening you. I would hurt you if we go too soon." Navid rubbed a finger over my hole and made my body shiver.

"You have hurt someone before?" I asked, wondering why he was always so concerned about that.

"Yes... I was drunk and he was too and it did not go so well. I didn't care for him like I do you. I could never do this to you. You deserve a perfect first time. I will take my time for my boy."

I'd never considered him with another guy. I instantly wondered who it was and started to ask him, but he shook his head and told me it was not a proper question. He slipped off my shorts and briefs and tossed them across the room. He slid off his shirt and then leaned forward to kiss and suck on my toes as his finger rubbed slow, deliberate circles around my hole. I twisted and moaned as he rubbed me.

I'd closed my eyes to the sensations, but then his finger pulled away and I felt two of them tapping at my lips. I opened up and looked up at him with a smile as he pushed his fingers into my mouth. I sucked them as he slid them in and out and massaged my tongue.

He pushed back slowly until he made me gag and cough, but he seemed to think that was cute. I winced and moved my head to the side as he pulled out, but then he put the fingers to my lips and pushed my head back to staring up at him.

He swished his fingers around a few times to collect my spit and then put his fingers back down to my hole as he kissed my foot. He rubbed my hole a few times and then slid in the tip of his index finger. I tried to relax and open up for him. It was tight, but went in easier than the last time he'd been in there. He was up on his knees between my legs and with his free hand he pushed at his shorts until his cock flopped out arced angrily towards my hole.

I tried to sit up and lean to suck on his cock. I wanted to taste it so badly. His thick, veiny brown meat was something I groped for all week in the car or when no one was around us. I needed to pump it, taste it, lick it, hold it. He pushed me back down, but then slipped his finger from my hole and stood up on the bed. He towered over me with his cock dangling between his thighs.

He walked around to my head and knelt with his knees on either side of my face. His nuts rested on my nose and his cock flopped down over my chin and touched my chest. He leaned down between my legs and I felt his finger slip inside me. He pushed in with force and then added his tongue.

I took a sharp breath as he put too much in, but I got distracted by his cock on my face. I reached up to pump it and then opened my lips and pushed the tip in. I don't know what it is genetically to a gay guy to have a cock in his mouth. Maybe it's the feeling that I hold a powerful man's most prized possession inside me. I wanted desperately to please him and I tried to push it as far in as I could and then slipped it out.