Noah's Starship Ch. 22

"Yeahhhh, sir. Uh huh," Noah gasped. He put his hands up against my chest, held onto my pecs as his cock thumped against his tummy and oozed with precum.

"Good," I said and leaned back down to wrestle with his lips. I slid into him and felt his pulsing hole close in around my cock. It massaged it in the perfect places as I started to grind in and out of him. He was made for me and I'd never felt anything as perfect as when I was inside him.

I started to pound him gently, only giving him what I knew he could take. I always had to make it seem more forceful to him. Noah expected a conqueror, a fierce Persian stud who took what he wanted. I couldn't do that to him, he wasn't built for that. Noah's a delicate, growing boy with a small frame. But I had to make it seem like I wasn't being too gentle. He always begs me to fuck him harder, be rougher with him like he thought I'd done with boys before him. But nothing about Noah was like the boys before; nothing with him was like anything I'd ever done.

"You like that? You want me to pound that pussy?" I asked when I broke our kiss.

"Yes! Fuck! Please!" Noah whined and reached a hand up to touch mine. Our fingers interlaced and my other hand went down to rub his chest as I slid in and out of his canal. My sweat started to drip down on him as I sped up on his hole. He felt so good and my cock rubbed against his prostate making him flail helplessly as his cock slapped against his stomach.

"Fuck, my princess feel so good on my cock. I love that pussy," I praised as I pounded him and rubbed a hand up his chest to feed him a finger to slurp on. His lips pursed, sucked my finger in and hummed a happy noise as his eyes fought to stay open with all the sensations pulsing through him.

"Humm Huh... Uhhh," Noah gasped around my finger as I slid my cock in deeper. He opened for me. I took my finger back and leaned back to kiss his reddened cheeks as he fought to breathe. We steamed up the small space of my car and my nuts started to stick to the leather seats as I drilled my boy. I kissed down his cheek and back to his neck as I inhaled his sweet, clean scent. He always smells so fresh and perfect. I twisted his nipples as I drilled him into the passenger seat. He turned his head to the side and lipped at the leather headrest as his body thrashed around. I could see his volcano was near boiling and I needed it soon.

"Baby, so beautiful," I praised as I looked down at his perfect pink body nearing the edge of explosion.

I reached down between us and gripped his cock. It rewarded me with a little drop of precum that I smeared over the head. That made his stomach give several involuntary jerks while he whined in ecstasy. I knew I wasn't going to last long buried deep in his pleasure spot, but I always make sure my boy comes first.

There's something so satisfying about making him shoot just from fucking him. If I do it just right, he never even touches his cock. When he throws his head back and his green eyes flutter as that twisted groan escapes his lips, it makes me proud. My cock is thick enough and I know where to focus in there to drive him over the edge.

"Navee, I..." Noah started and then he lifted up off the seat and crashed back down as his cock shot out thick ropes of boy juice between our chests. I watched as one shot landed on his chin and another hit his lips. He parted them and swiped at his cum with his tongue as he cried out.

"Fuck! Fuck! Navid! Uhhh," Noah forced his eyes open and he stared up at me, helpless and needy. His hole squeezed my cock every time his cock shot out another glob. His face screwed up, and his hole started to milk my cock without me sliding in and out. It pushed me over the edge and I leaned down to kiss him as I felt my cock jump and spurt inside his warm, wet hole.

"Mmm," we cried out to each other's lips as I kissed him and my body twisted and jerked over him. I slid my arms around his back and pulled him against me as I filled his hole with the Persian cream he needed.

"Love you," I groaned. Our lips parted and I kissed up his jaw as my body thrashed and released the contents of my nuts deep inside him. I pushed into him until I heard a faint cry of pain and then I stopped. My cock quivered and gave up the last of my soldiers deep inside his conquered field. I put my nose against his and our eyes locked while he squirmed on me.

"Fuck that was good," Noah laughed as we breathed into each other.

I nodded agreement and laid down against him until he reminded me that I was too heavy for him to support. I kept my cock inside him and awkwardly turned us around so my sweaty ass was against the seat. Noah, impaled on my cock, settled into my chest and slid down a little. I kissed his hair as he rubbed his soft cheek against my furry chest. We laid there in the hot car resting for a few minutes.

When my cock went down and started to slide out of him, I grabbed my shirt and used it to clean us. We got out of the car and I followed him into the house and up the stairs. We washed each other in the shower and then settled in for the night.

"Baby?" I asked as he was falling asleep against my chest.

"Yuh?" Noah mumbled sleepily.

"You ready to be Noah Naseri? Take my name?" I asked him.

"Mmmm," he thought for a moment. "Or Navid Kinney. That sounds good for your business."

"I take your name? What my parents will think?" I asked in amazement.

"Probably about the same as they think about you marrying a boy," Noah laughed. He raised up from my chest and looked at me with a giggle.

I attacked him with a barrage of tickles. We wrestled around until I pinned him on his back against the pillow. He looked up at me with that excitement he gets when I play rough with him. His smile faded and his big green eyes looked so innocent under me.

"Ok..." he whispered and his lips curled back into a smile.

"You will take my name!" I demanded.

"I've been Noah Naseri since the day I met you," he admitted. My heart gave a little leap and I leaned down to kiss him. I slid my arms around him and rolled over onto my back with him on my chest. I held him tightly as we drifted off to sleep.

+++ Noah +++

I peeked into the bedroom and saw a thick pile of Persian muscle lying on his stomach sprawled over our bed. The room was lit dimly by the stray beams of afternoon sun that peeked through the sides of the heavy curtains. It was just enough to appreciate my handsome fiancee. He was naked except for the stretchy, grey boxer briefs that clung to his bubbled ass. His dark, powerful back rose and fell with his breathing. A rumble of light snoring told me he was out for the count.

He'd been out all day with work; driving the stressful freeways of Southern California in a grey suit that hugged the impressive frame he'd been working on in the gym. He was so tired when he got home that he only had enough energy to kiss me, strip off his suit, and collapse onto our bed. The overhead fan turned just enough to give a gentle breeze to his overheated frame.

I went to his side and laid down on the bed. I put my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it down his back. He had a few sprouts of hair popping up back there. He'd told me all Persian men eventually turn into wolves. On him it somehow looked sexy.

"What wrongs?" Navid yawned as he awakened suddenly at my touch. Even in his sleep, he was always on guard. His eyes popped open and his body tensed as though there were an emergency of some kind. And yes, he considered me being horny as an emergency.

"Nothing," I assured him and watched his healthy frame settle back down. "Just well... I'm supposed to chat with your dad on the video thingy and um..." I trailed off and raised my hand to show him the beautiful ring he'd given me.

"Yes?" he asked as though not picking up on the problem.

"Should I... well... take it off? What if he sees it and gets upset? You know I talk with my hands and it's um... it's a pretty noticeable thing on my finger." I was torn.

"They know I give this to you. I show them picture when I buy it for you. They see this before you even know about it," Navid assured.

"Oh... but..." I didn't know what to say.

"Noah, my love, my precious heart. I do not go through this, to tell the world that you are my love... to tell my parents I will be your husband. I do not go through all of this so you will have to hide. I know you are proper and respectful boy, but is not something you do to hurt them. Trust me this. My father, if he see it on your finger and becomes upset, he will talk to me about it. Do you not remember that I am the evil wayward man who leads the innocent and pure Noah to the dark side?" Navid laughed to show me he wasn't scared, but I knew it pained him to disappoint his parents. It would pain anyone.

"You're not evil. You could never be evil," I assured him. He took my hand with the ring on it and brought it to his lips. He kissed my fingers one by one.

"I know this, my baby. I only want that you are not concerned. Trust in me. He will never be angry with you. You know how my parents care for you. Be yourself. Be the handsome one who makes my life worth living, and let them know you more so they can love you as I do," Navid assured.

"I love you too," I smiled and leaned in to kiss him.

"Before you go though," Navid started and slid a hand down my back and into my briefs. "You awaken me and now must pay the price." He rubbed my ass and slid a finger down to my hole.

"Navi!" I yelped and tried to wiggle out of his hold. "I have to go, your dad will be waiting for me."

"I just wake up. I must say good morning to your little flower," Navid insisted as he rubbed a finger around my ring and began to work inside me.

"Uhhhh," I gasped helplessly and lightly hit my fist against his chest. My body shivered as he hit the right spot. "No... I go... must," I mumbled as his lips kissed up my neck. I lost myself in his touch.

"As you wish, my love," Navid said and suddenly let me go. I laid there against the comforter for a minute, trying to remember where I was rushing off to.

"Noah," Navid said a few seconds later. I looked over at him and blinked happily. "My father waits," he reminded me. He kissed my forehead and nudged me away.

"Oh!" I scrambled out of the bed and straightened my clothes. I bounded down the stairs and found my laptop. His father would be waiting for me. I logged in and sure enough there was a notification of a pending call.

"Noah, dear boy. How are you?" he said when I accepted it. I instinctively moved my hands out of the camera shot. Something inside me just wasn't ready for it. We ambled through our normal greetings and caught up on news and events. He always seemed so interested in the monotonous minutiae of my daily life. He deeply loved American culture and I always kept him up to date on whatever new drink was available at Starbucks or whatever small snippet of national news I had caught when Navid was watching it. I didn't understand the draw, but to him it was important.

I lost myself in our normal, happy routine of talking. Before I knew it, I was using my hands and moving them around in front of the camera. That's when he noticed the ring. His eyes gave a moment of interest, just enough to remind me of the sparkly element on my finger.

He didn't react though until I did. I coughed and slowly put my hand down Our eyes met awkwardly, and then his lips pressed together in thought. I couldn't read his face. He was as stoney as his son sometimes.

"The new ring is from Navid?" he asked though his look told me he already knew.

"Oh, um this? Uh yeah I guess," I fumbled for words awkwardly.

"It is very nice," he said and I nodded. It killed the conversation and I froze, trying to not look panicked. My intentions led to more panic and I'm bad at hiding my feelings. It all showed up on my face.

"So this... this is something you want?" he asked as my heart pounded in my ears. I felt my face flush with embarrassment. I knew he wasn't asking if I wanted the ring. Who wouldn't want a ring? I knew he was asking about the marriage... if I wanted it. I took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yes, sir... it's the best thing I've ever gotten. It's perfect. I love it," I said as though talking about the ring.

"And this... is something you think you will want forever? Maybe you will want to buy one of your own for a wife someday? A ring is very final, no?" he asked.

"It's something I'll never take off as long as he wants me to have it. It's more than I ever dreamed I could have. I love it," I affirmed. My words were bold, but I kept looking down, averting his intense gaze. His eyes studied me, burned through me down to my soul.

"You are still so young, Noah. You could change your mind someday when you grow into a man. It is difficult for a child to make a choice intended to last a lifetime. Maybe this is too soon," he said slowly with measured breath.

"I don't think so, sir. I can't imagine ever going a second of my life without it. It hurts me to even think about taking it off. It's a part of me I'd be lost without," I admitted with complete honesty.

He studied me for another minute. Every heartbeat lasted an eternity as I waited for him to break, to yell at me, to curse me or tell me how I'd ruined his son. This silent ignorance had festered between us for so long. I wasn't free to say anything about it, even hint at it. It was Navid's hill to die on, to come out to his parents, to tell the world about us. It wasn't my right, but now it was out in front of us. My mind raced through a million reactions. I'd rehearsed this moment in my head for so long. It was here, we were here. I'd laid my honesty out in front of him and now it was his move.

But then I raised my eyes and saw he wasn't angry at all. The puzzle pieces slid together in my head and I saw that my nightmare wasn't even a possibility to him. He was nodding and looked almost... happy.

He said, "Ok then. I'm happy you love it so much, Noah. It is a beautiful ring."

Something about his words, I felt like he was actually giving his blessing for it like saying -Ok I just want to know that you are for sure about this.- Navid is his boy, his rough and tumble army boy, sports jock, alpha guy that he raised to be a provider, a father, a good man. And it almost had this layer of like he was saying "Please don't hurt him." It's as if he knows how much his son loves me and he was just more than being ok with us being together and getting married. It was him saying he wanted to make sure I knew what I was getting into. He wanted us to be happy.

A million emotions gushed out of me and I clapped my hand over my mouth to stop myself from saying something stupid. I just nodded and sniffled it all back.

"And your studies are going well?" he asked. I nodded, got myself together, and nodded again.

"Yes sir, always. Navid helps me so much. I don't think I could get through it all without him, I need him," I said. And that was it. We went back to shooting the shit about life and coffee and politics and some new friend he made at work. His father accepted me. He wanted me to stick around. I would be one of them...