Noah & Navid

Chapter 16- First Trip

"Focus, Noah. Your father has agreed so we can spend two nights there and come home later on Sunday," Navid said and pushed my hand away.

He never lets me touch his butt. It's an off limits area of great beauty. I mean yes I have touched it quite a few times, but only when he was inside of me and I needed something to hold onto.

He had flopped down across the bed on his stomach and was checking email on his phone. I had taken the opportunity with his ass in the air to rub a hand below the waistband of his workout shorts to feel his firm, bubbly, furry  butt. It was a man's ass, full and firm from years of hard sports and good genetics. It swaggered when he walked and swung that sizeable cock.

"Wait what is this? A dinner party sleepover?" I tried once more to rub his ass and this time he rolled over onto his back and brought me into his chest.

He gave my bottom a playful swat and pretended to scold me. I'm not sure why he didn't like me back there.

I offered to try and pleasure him like he did to me, but he said that is not what a man does. He said he has never enjoyed play down there.

"You remember the older men from the boat ride we took on Four July? The man who organize that, the older Persian men who is the protector of the white man who was on the boat and staring at you in jealousy the whole time, that man and his business partners want me to do project with them and get started on business here. They say they can help me get the visa paperwork to stay here and piece together enough jobs to start my own business here," Navid said excitedly and started playing with my ass to remind me that he could.

"So they invite us for weekend trip to big house they have rent on the beach up near Santa Barbara. Is only hour and half from here. They tell me not to bring anything but clothes and you. They are men like me who have their own... well, sort of like what we have... I guess. I don't know, Noah. Is so strange to me, but they share my culture and want to help me get setup here and provide a safe future for us." Navid sounded hopeful.

"And it's on the beach? So we can swim!" I showed that my mind had very different thoughts at the moment. I'd given up on the constant worry that he would leave the country or that he would eventually have to find a woman. I just wanted to enjoy every day with him.

"Yes, my love, of course we can," Navid sighed in contentment that things were headed in the right direction for us.

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Friday afternoon he put our supplies and luggage in the trunk and handed me a bag from Trader Joe's filled with organic, gluten-free snacks for our short road trip up the 101.

He had bought things to take for our hosts even though the email they had sent him expressly said we didn't need to bring anything. Navid had said that it was still rude to show up with nothing, no matter what the invite said. 

So we had bought pastries from the Persian Bakery he loved and some very expensive vodka and wine.

I knew he wouldn't let me have any alcohol, he had assured my father of that. Still, it would be exciting to be at a party house this weekend.

For my part, I made some Rice Krispy Treats. I'm not very good with making junk food, but the recipe was simple enough and Navid pretended they were the best things ever to pass his lips.

Navid slid into the driver's seat wearing short, pink chino shorts and a tight, white t-shirt with a deep v-neck chest that showed his growing muscles and dusting of chest hair. He had on dark sunglasses and white canvas shoes appropriate for a day of leisure near the ocean.