Noah & Navid

Chapter 30- The Fantasy

"You want submit to your Persian master?" he growled. 

Navid seemed unsure about indulging my fantasy. I'd pressed him to do it and he wanted to please me. I wanted him to play with me like he did with the boys before me, the ones he didn't care about. He'd always shied away from discussing his sex life before me, but running into Jason at Erik's party had my curiosity turned up. 

"You want my cock to mark its territory? I take what is mine? You want rough guy fantasy?" He looked down at me with cold eyes. 

"Yes sir. I want to be like the boys you used before." I whined and squirmed uncomfortably at his probing fingers as they slid too deep, too quickly. 

I don't know why I was asking for this. My curiosity was taking over. I needed to see how he was with Jason and the guys he didn't care about; the guys he used for his pleasure before me. 

"All you boys are the same. You little fuckers beg for it with your little cocks and needy holes. You beg for a real man to fuck you, bury his seed in you so you can maybe get a hint of what we have." Navid spit on my cheek with a sneer. 

I winced as the warm spit hit near my eye. I'd never seen him like that. 

"I'm sorry, it get in your eye, my love?" He broke character and reached a hand to caress my cheek. He melted out of the role I'd begged for and turned back into the caring daddy. 

"No sir, fuck your boy. Fuck me hard, sir. Please!" I begged and pushed down against his fingers.

That seemed to satisfy him. I was ok. 

"Flip over, show me that hole. Show me what you beg me to fuck," Navid went back to mean and pushed me on the side while keeping his fingers inside me.

I got on all fours to present for him. He'd lubed it up good, but he slid his fingers out and spit on my hole. He got off the bed and I thought I knew what was coming.

"Fuck me please..." I started to say but was interrupted when he pushed his boxer briefs into my face.

I deeply inhaled his sweaty underwear and let out a moan as he pushed it into my mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, I don't need to hear you whine. I know what you need. A real man doesn't need to hear it," Navid growled.

His English was really good in this. He must have done this routine with a lot of guys.

"Mmmm" I muffled my whining as he started to push his cock into me.

I knew he was still taking it easier than he would with another guy because he slowly slid it in and rubbed my back. He did grab a chunk of my hair though and pushed my face down into the pillow.

"Fuck! Uhh... little boy slut. You give it up so easy," Navid roared as he slid into me. "Uhhhh"

I felt him lean down over me and saw his hands plant against the comforter as he started to fuck me harder.

He wasn't taking his usual time, but I was getting used to his size. I chewed on his musky boxer briefs as he started to pound me. The smell of his sweat calmed my racing thoughts. 

He leaned back up and smacked my ass as he rammed me from behind. One hand was holding my hair. He gripped it tightly and pulled my head back as he panted and pushed his cock deep inside me.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck," He chanted in time to his rhythmic fucking as he grabbed my ass and squeezed a cheek hard. He took turns with each cheek smacking them as he deep-dicked me.

I whined under him and he pulled my head back to look at me with his boxer briefs in my mouth.

His hard grunts turned to a breathy laugh as his lips formed a smile.