Noah's Starship Ch. 20

"I know you will not like this, Noah. I know is not good option, but is way to make sure that all I have is yours if anything happen to me. Is also good for travel to show we are family... and you will have my name. Noah Naseri my official boy." Navid tried to smile like this was a good idea.

"No! I have a father! Why would you want to be my dad? That would be weird," I insisted.

"Is just for legal purpose. Is just so you are taken care of by me and... the world knows you belong to me," Navid stared at me with eyes that begged me to be ok with this.

"No way! Then what if we wanted to get married later? We couldn't because um that's gross and illegal if you're my dad!" I pushed him away gently and stood up to pace around the room.

"I know this will upset you. I know is not what you want or deserve, but... I give you time to think about it. Ok? We talk about it another day. Is just a thought for you to chew." Navid was handling me like a client he had to break bad news to. He was putting on his best sales routine.

"No! I don't want that. I love you. I want everyone to know that. I don't want to be your child. I already feel like your child most days. You cart me around and fix all my problems... I just... No..." I shuddered. Navid came to hold me from behind.

"Ok, ok. We won't do that. I upset you... Do I still get my reward?" Navid asked to lighten the mood.

"Sorry dad, Uncle Sam says I can't play with your dick anymore," I shot back. It wasn't a good time for his humor. I sat back down on the bed and Navid knelt in front of me.

"Don't be gross, princess. You know how I feel about you. I try to make a lifetime commitment in way that is good for both my new culture and old one. Ok though... no adoption. We will find a way. I need to make legal lifetime with you. You deserve this." Navid relented.

"So we're going to tell them then?" I asked excitedly.

"There is much to do before then. I have to ask your father's permission... and yours. And then we have to go through the process to do it. Plus we need ring for my baby," Navid said as he stood up from the floor. He got on the bed behind me and pulled me back to lie down with him.

"Dad will be easy. He wishes you were his son instead of me," I told Navid as he pulled me into his chest. I laid my head on his shoulder and his fingers rubbed down to my ass.

"This is not true," Navid laughed. He knew he was good at charming my father. The fact that Navid provided for me, loved me, and kept me safe made my dad like him more.

"It is. He can 'bro-out' with you, talk sports and cars and fixing things. I never measure up with those things. You're the kind of son he probably thought I would grow to be," I noted. I wasn't upset about it. I loved that my dad and he got along so well. My dad had told me many times he was pleased I had someone like Navid.

He didn't explicitly state it, but I know he meant that he expected me to end up with a guy who seemed more... like me. I know he loved having Navid to do guy things with and seeing me with someone who could defend me brought him peace. He never expected his son to end up with a former Persian army guy who liked beer and sports.

"He like me because I take care of his baby. He know you are safe with me and you have every need fulfilled by me. I take care of my boy. I will never allow for something hurt you. Do not forget that my father spend more times talking to you than he does me! He never calls me without ask 'How is Noah?' Often he ask that of me before asks how I am! It puts me very jealous!" Navid feigned anger and kissed my forehead.

It was true. I still talked to his dad a lot. He was thoughtful and liked to talk about the differences in our cultures and daily experiences. He would listen to my problems with school and even helped tutor me some when Navid was busy. He was different from my dad. He was very intellectual and knew so much about world cultures.

He helped me understand Navid sometimes too. He explained why Navid reacted certain ways and the culture he came from. We never discussed the "G" word (gay) or anything romantic about my relationship with his son. We connected on a different level.

"I guess both our parents love both of us very much. Hopefully they still will after they find out about us. If we get married, will we send them an invitation?" I asked. I pictured them sitting in the front row to witness the most important moment of my life. I pictured them smiling with tears in his mother's eyes while she clutched a tissue from her purse. I pictured his brothers and family wishing us well.

I dreamed about it, but I knew it was fantasy. We could hope for acceptance, not celebration.

"Ahh, we will see what happen there. Is concept they do not understand. Is not something we do in my culture," Navid said and took a gulp of air.

"It's ok. I know this is hard for you. I can't imagine what it's like. I'll be patient. I promise. We don't have to rush," I said. I remembered how he would have reacted just a year ago. He was so scared of anyone finding out about us. He'd come a long way since then. I couldn't have ever imagined us even having a conversation like this. He would have stopped me, frozen up, changed the topic, or gotten upset.

"I will do what is best for my Noah. Ok? I will make my princess happy as he deserves," Navid assured. I snuggled into his side, my face against his chest. I rubbed his stomach and reached up to squeeze his pecs. His workouts were getting fierce. He was a rock... my rock.

"Yes sir. I'll make you happy too. I promise," I said and kissed his nipple. I rubbed the tip of my tongue across it and hit a ticklish spot. He giggled and pulled away.

"You always make me happy. Just to know you are comfortable makes my heart to peace." Navid kissed my forehead and pulled me against him. He rubbed his hand down to my ass and squeezed it playfully. It was his.

"I love you so much. You do everything to take care of me. I just want to be your boy forever. I don't know what I'd do without you. I don't even want a ring, just your name and promise." I needed him so much it hurt.

"You must have ring! My princess needs my marking. I already have my ring from you. It fit me so tight and feels so good on my cock," Navid growled and slid his fingers into my shorts to touch my hole. He pressed against it and a little gasp escaped me. He always made my body electric when he touched it. He strummed my hole.

"Yeah? It's yours, Navee. All for you... uhhhh... fuck! Talk to me in Persian?" I asked.

"What? For why? You want my language?" Navid laughed. He never used it with me.

"It just sounds so hot. Like your voice drops an octave and you sound like... fuck," I hissed as his finger wormed its way inside me, stretching me for him.

He started talking in his language. The rumbling tones that came from deep within his throat had me pulsing with heat. My body shivered as he finger-fucked me and mumbled beautiful Persian phrases in my ear.

"Ahadi di sharam," I closed my eyes and mimicked him. Navid laughed and sat up with surprise.

"What was this you say? Is not Persian! This is what you think Persian sound like?" he laughed so hard his abs shook. He kissed my forehead.

"It's what you said," I insisted. I blinked up at him with the innocent eyes he loved.

"I do not say this! I say doostat daraam haruz bish az ruz...." He continued on. I got lost again in the deep tones that resonated in little shockwaves from my hole to my heart. I was so hard against him. I humped against his thigh as he gushed sweet phrases.

"That's fucking hot," I noted. I slid my hand down over his abs and gripped his fat bulge. I wagged it and pumped it in my hand as it tented his briefs.

"It mean I love you. I am always think of you, my love. You are my beautiful baby princess," Navid explained.

"Fucking hot," I echoed and rubbed his hard cock through the briefs.

"See now Noah! This is exactly why I do not teach Persian to you. It just make me your kink. I am no fetish for you! You don't want me. You only want my sexy language. I am merely toy for your sexual perversion," Navid acted upset but then laughed.

"I can't help it. Everything about you makes me so fucking hard. Even when you're just talking business with Karim through the car stereo system, I want desperately to play with your cock. You're not my fetish, you're my fantasy," I reached down to unzip my shorts. I pushed them down as his hand stretched the back of my briefs, playing with my hole.

"I know this, my sweet baby. Is a heavy curse that I bear. I try to use only the ugly English with my baby or he turns into wicked sex monster. I cannot control your powerful princess lust. I feel your little pussy twitch and feels so good," he joked.

"Don't stop the Persian please," I whined and sat up to struggle out of my shirt. I tossed it on the floor and laid back in his arms. I gripped his bulge and pumped his cock while my teeth found his nipple.

He let out another long string of beautiful noises and then translated for me as I fished his cock out of his briefs. It thumped up against his stomach, hard, dark, and eager. I gripped it and pumped it until it rewarded me with a taste of his precum.

"I want to do to you what springtime does for the flowers," he translated.

"That's so beautiful, Navee. It's like poetry," I said and froze to look up at him.

"Is true, my princess. I want make you to blossom, to open for me so I may sip at your nectar like the bee in need of sweetness. Your beautiful flower opens for me, so tasty and warm. It is my favorite place in all of world," Navid whispered.

"Oh fuck that's hot." I slipped my cock out of my briefs and rubbed it against his thigh. He fingered my hole with urgency and his other hand came down to grip my shaft and pump it. He was learning to play with my cock. He was growing, trying to do things he hadn't done with other guys just to make me happy.

"You need daddy to seed you? You want the cock you beg for?" Navid asked.

I lifted off his chest and sat up just enough to look down at him. I bit my lip and nodded. I rubbed his pecs and eyed him with longing. I bent over and leaned down to suck his cock while he worked my hole. He responded by sliding his finger off of me. Putting his hands on my hips and lifting me up and over him so I could sit on his face while I nursed at his monster.

"Uhhhh," I whined as his thick wet muscle pushed past his lips and slurped at my hole.

"My perfect boy pussy taste so good," he praised and lapped at my needy hole. I slurped his cock. It was sweaty and musky from a day of hard work. I tasted the salt of his sweat, the hint of piss at the tip as I hungrily sucked at my prize. His cock doubled in size and went rigid as I started to bob on him. I did this everyday, but it never got old. I never got used to the girth and strength his pole possessed, the way it made my body weak and needy for him.

"Fuck," I hissed as his tongue swirled around my canal. He lit me up like New Year's in Bangkok. I'd never been there, but it has the word cock in it so it has to be lit. I sucked down his meaty tool, hungry for it to piston in and out of me. He pushed a finger inside me next to his tongue. They danced in a well-rehearsed rhythm to stretch me for him.

"Mmmm," he mumbled happily as he ate his favorite snack. I bobbed up and down on his cock as he put a hand to the back of my head, tangles his thick fingers in my hair, and pushed me to take more of him. He pushed me down hard, only letting me up to gasp for air or gag for space.

"You feel so good inside me," I mumbled thankful words when he let me up.

"I feel better when my cock is here," he said as his lips left my hole with a little kiss. He smacked my cheeks to tell me I was ready for him. I scrambled off of him, giving his cock one last kiss.

"You want me to seed you, love? You want to carry my babies? Little Persians who will adore you?" Navid asked. It seemed like a serious question.

"Yes sir," I said. "I'd like that." I meant it. The idea of having a little family with him, even if I didn't have the proper equipment to give birth to his children, filled my dreams.

I turned to face him and he pulled me on top of him, my knees straddling his waist. He pulled me down for a kiss as he gripped his cock with one hand and thumped it against my hole. He smacked my hole with the tip a few times then pushed it against me. I moaned on his tongue as it slipped past my lips and the thick head of his cock pushed inside me.

"Ahhh!" I pulled off his lips as he pushed inside me. He'd forgotten to use lube and our collective spit down there wasn't up to the task. Navid slowly eased out of me and apologized with a flurry of kisses as he sat up and got one of the little bottles we keep stashed all around the house. He popped it open with his teeth and then reached behind me to pour it between my cheeks. His fingers squished it inside my hole and then he slathered some on his shaft.

"Better, baby?" he asked as he reached for a t-shirt on the floor to wipe his sticky fingers. I nodded and he put his hands on my hips. I leaned forward against his chest as he thrust up inside me slowly. I buried my face into his shoulder and whimpered as he pushed inside me.

"Fuck yes. You feel so good on me baby, my beautiful boy," Navid put his hands on my ass and spread my cheeks as his cock pushed in deeper. I breathed deeply as he slid in. I wanted more.

"Uh huh... yes fuck," I put my hands against his pecs, squeezed them as he filled me full. He pushed in inch by inch, kissing and petting me, whispering praises as I struggled to take him.

"My love," Navid whispered as he kissed my ear, nibbled on it. He shoved in deeper until my ass rested against his balls. I took all of him. I remembered how many weeks it took before he would even put the tip inside me. He was always so afraid of hurting me.

"I got it," I gasped proudly and elicited a smile from Navid. He nodded to me and kissed me, letting his cock sit inside me before he got down to it.

"It feel ok? You feel nice?" Navid asked, always concerned. I nodded.

"It feels so good, like I'm a part of you," I assured. I leaned down and kissed his shoulder right in the spot I liked to bite and suck when he fucked me hard.

"You are best part of me, the part I always think of," Navid whispered and then added, "I can fuck you now? Feels ready for me?"

"Yes sir," I whined and started to slide off him. I liked that he let me be on top sometimes, but he still didn't let me do much. He put his hands on my ass and stopped me. He started to slowly rise and fall against the bed, pushing inside me and then letting it slip out.

"Let me seed you, seed my pretty pussy boy," Navid growled. He started to slide in and out of me, his thick shaft rubbing all the sensitive parts that made me whimper, beg, howl, bite. I pushed my lips into his chest, tasting his skin as I slurped and sucked the salt from it.

"Mmmm," I muffled my cries as my body was overtaken by chills each time he pounded against my prostate. My cock was rock hard as it rubbed against his abs. The soft fur of his tight skin made for the perfect rub to milk my precum. I leaked a happy trail across his stomach.

"That's my boy. That's my good baby. Take my cock, feels good in your little hole. You like that?" Navid whispered against my ear.

"Yes sir," I whined, impaled on his tool. "Persian?" I choked out.

Navid let out a slow string of incoherent words in that deep throaty voice he used with his native tongue. "I love you," he translated. "My sun rises in your eyes... You are my greatest treasure." He distracted me with hot Persian phrases while he started to piston-fuck my hole. I collapsed against his chest, overcome with need for him. He rocked me in his arms as he shoved his cock in and out of me.

"Fuck," I whined. I was so hard for him. I felt my eyes roll back in my head as I fought to keep them open, fought against the waves of ecstasy he produced inside me. I was his.

"My precious boy. My sweet love. Take my cock. You whine for my seed. I can't deny you," he mumbled as he bit and sucked on my earlobe. His strong arms wrapped around my back as he lifted us off the bed and pounded me deeper. His mile of cock snaked deep inside me.

"Uhhh," I gasped, out of words and thoughts. His cock consumed me. He piston-fucked me and held me tightly against him as I licked and sucked my way down to his nipple.

A ding interrupted us. Navid had recently gotten a smart watch as a gift from a client who was a little too into him. It was an older white guy from Orange County. We'd had dinner with him one night and he brought along his partner, an equally old and bland guy who spent the evening complaining about the traffic and saying LA was "simply filthy." Navid had met up with them a few times and it had produced some sweet deals for him.

"The watch tells me it is time to stand up! Do I obey or continue to serve my princess?" he asked. I laughed and smacked a hand against his shoulder. "Fucking watch! I bet he put a camera in it it to watch us. He was so into you."

"This is gross, Noah. He is nice old man with money to invest! I can serve my watch and my princess," Navid proclaimed. He held me tightly and slid off the bed to stand up. He backed me against the wall as my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his shoulders. He'd never drop me. He held me by the ass and leaned me against the wall. He pushed into me again, pistoning in and out of me as I moaned and whined against his heartbeat.

"Fucking best boy butt ever," Navid praised into my ear as he shoved into my deepest parts.

"You were made for me, Noah; my perfect gift from heaven," Navid assured and piston-fucked my hole as my back banged against the wall, my head protected by the back of his hand.

"Ow," I finally said as my shoulder banged against the wall and knocked a picture off that was hanging nearby. He stopped, looked at me with lust-filled eyes and nodded. He turned, clutching me to his chest and headed back for the bed. His cock slipped out of me as we walked. I sighed. He laid down on his back and turned me around so my back was laid back against his chest, my legs spread, my hole awaiting his cock.

"Fuck, my Noah so beautiful," Navid praised as he looked over my chest and rubbed it approvingly. My legs straddled his waist and propped myself up on my feet, my back against his chest. His head was level with my nipple and he leaned into me to bite and suck it as he lined up his cock with my hole again. His other hand reached down to stroke my cock.

"I love you," I whispered, looking down at his head as he sucked at my nipple.

"Noah nips, yum," he mused. "So perfect, my princess. I pop that boy butt now," he laughed and leaned up for a kiss. He rubbed my leaky precum all over my tummy as his cock shoved back up inside me.

"I seed my baby? You want daddy's cum?" Navid asked as he started to speed up on my hole again. He pounded me, lifting up off the bed and pushing deep inside me then ripping it back. He banged against the spots that sent me close to the edge.

"Yes, Sir! I'm gonna cum. Oh I'm gonna cum. Fuck me!" I whined. His hand gripped my cock and he pumped it slowly as my body started to shake in his hold. I wanted to grab my cock and speed it up, but he took his time and did it just slow enough to keep me in that hazy, on-the-edge feeling.

"Cum for me, baby. Your little hole grips my cock so hard when I make you cum." Navid started to bounce me hard on his cock and sent me over the edge.

"Ahhhh fuck!" I yelled. He filled my hole and pumped my cock as I started to spray cum all over my chest.

"Oh baby cum, yes," Navid praised as he watched my fountain shoot white spurts up to my chest, my cheek, my chin. He looked up at me with proud fascination as my body twisted and bucked in his arms. He bit and sucked my nipple closest to him as he watched.