Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2017 20:09:30 -0700 From: Timmy Elliot Subject: "East meets West" -- part 4 (gay/young-friends and gay/interracial) The following story is a psychological work involving a consentual gay sexual relationship that evolves between a 12 year old American and a 14 year old Chinese boy. The work is entirely fictional, so any similarity of names, characters, or events is entirely accidental. Incidental mentions of superheroes are registereted trademarks of Marvel and DC. If you are offended by any aspect of this genre, please stop reading now! I would absolutely love comments, criticisms, and story suggestions from anyone who reads this work! And please, if you enjoy being able to read this, won't you consider donating to Nifty to keep this great service available for all? ----- Elliot looked down at the small white boy who was still twitching and bucking underneath him. What had drawn Timmy to him in the first place? Why was he so willing to entertain the idea of a Chinese superhero, and why did he gravitate so easily to the idea of making that superhero so incredibly powerful? Why was he suddenly talking about the power of Chinese and China like this? Elliot was in no mood to be philosophical, but he briefly wondered if China's rise over the USA was making other white boys feel this way. He had always assumed the kids at school looked down on him for being foreign and different, and didn't try to get to know them, but what if they all harbored these kinds of feelings beneath the surface? Elliot started to feel a little bit like he deserved the kind of admiration he was getting from Timmy, and wondered if he could unlock it others. Even if none of what was happening made sense, he liked the way it made him feel. Elliot could plainly see that the boy's sexual energy was spent, because his cock had started to soften and get smaller. Elliot's own cock was still as big as ever, and on full display. He slid his body forward and sat down heavily on Timmy's slender legs, utterly pinning the smaller American boy to the floor, with their two cocks mere inches apart. And then, as he had for the last two years since he discovered masturbation, Elliot grasped his thick Chinese cock in his right hand, and started to squeeze and then wag and then knead and then finally stroke the shaft. Timmy watched with wide eyes to find out how it was done. He scanned over all of Elliot's body, watching how each muscle and sinew flexed and relaxed, flexed and relaxed, in syncopation with the stroking. In contrast to Timmy's smooth, flat chest, Elliot's chest had the thin, faint, but taught and unmistakable curved outline of pecs. Whereas Timmy's stomach was flat and slender, Elliot's abs showed faint ripples whose furrows grew shallower and then deeper with each increasingly more excited breath. Elliot's arm had the beginning of a bicep bulge, and round muscles padded his shoulders. Timmy drank it all in. But he was most fascinated by Elliot's cock. His eyes always returned there. It was so big! Not just long, but thick, too. Timmy knew he was younger and smaller, but what Elliot had seemed to be... a different kind of organ altogether. The head was shaped differently, the collar of skin was something Timmy didn't even have, and the veins that traced along its surface spoke of it's power and strength. And of course, the SIZE was different. Chinese cocks were beautiful, he decided. He closed his eyes briefly to try to imagine what it must feel like to be born with something like that between his own legs. When he realized that could never happen, Timmy opened his eyes again and decided to do the next best thing: he reached out to touch Elliot's cock, to grab it. Elliot could see Timmy's fascination, and withdrew his own hand, thrusting his hips forward to offer his Chinese manhood into Timmy's slender hands. Timmy closed his fingers around it and was floored by the feel. It was absolutely solid, unbendable. As he tugged it back and forth clumsily, he could feel the weight of it. And above all, it felt so much bigger than what he felt when he touched his own hard cock. His slender fingers barely closed around the girth of the shaft. He raised his other hand and found that both of them together could rest side by side on it. Elliot let Timmy explore and squeeze and tug for a time, but the young American boy's motions were uncoordinated and sluggish, and not done the right way to bring about the stimulation he needed. Eventually Elliot pushed Timmy's hand away and went back to work on himself, his hands flying like lightning compared to Timmy's fumbling efforts. In no time at all, he'd brought himself to the edge. Now it was Elliot's turn to have the wave of an orgasm crash over him. Unlike the American boy who'd been taken by surprise, Elliot was no stranger to the rewards of masturbation, and knew what was coming. What he wasn't ready for was the energy that was added by the addition of another willing partner. Elliot's eyes jammed shut and his body shredded up into taught muscle as he let out a loud "Haahggggh!" that frightened Timmy. To Timmy, Elliot seemed to have hurt himself. In the moans that followed, Elliot started yelling something in Chinese with each breath. And then something happened that shocked Timmy. As his eyes were fixated on Elliot's thick tube of Chinese cock, he saw something erupt from the tip. Something thick and white. The wad of ejecta flew through the air and hit Timmy's forehead and hair. The part that hit his skin felt wet and warm -- almost hot. Timmy was as shocked and revolted to feel this goo from Elliot splatter on his skin. Whatever it was looked like the consistency of snot, and it came from the same part of the body as pee does -- it felt worse than being spit on. Timmy cringed under the onslaught and instinctively raised his arm to protect his eyes and face. His revulsion deepend when he felt the slick, sticky substance wiping off on his forearm. With his eyes shielded, Timmy couldn't see what was happening, but he could still hear Elliot's pleasure laden voice calling out in Chinese. Now Timmy felt and heard the impacts of more wet gobs against his body. The next one hit his neck, the third his chest, the fourth landed on his abs, and the fifth on his lower belly. Each impact was audible, like something raining down and 'thwapping' to a stop against his skin. Timmy could feel each spurt pool where it had landed, then start to dribble down to one side or the other of his body, taking its warmth with it and leaving behind a wet cold spot. Timmy realized the fluid would eventually dribble off his body onto the floor and leave a stain, but he was too stunned to try to dam it up or wipe it away. There was too much of it anyway. Timmy realized it was safe to unshield his face, and just as his eyes opened, he saw Elliot's long thick Chinese cock make one more convulsion that pushed out a thick, almost chunky looking white mass that dripped down onto Timmy's boycock, which was lying deflated against his belly. The sight of it was at once both revolting and fascinating. "What was that?" Timmy asked incredulously. Elliot didn't answer right away. Although his cock had now stopped oozing white stuff, his body was clearly still caught up in something. Although Elliot was still uttering the same phrase in Chinese, his tone had gone from triumpant yells to almost plaintive pleas. His pecs and abs and arms and neck were tensed, but every muscle and sinew was slowly relaxing with each passing moan. Timmy could guess that Elliot was gripped by the same kind of feeling that had taken hold of him. At last Elliot escaped from the jaws of the orgasm and could answer. "That was my Chinese seed." Timmy couldn't imagine what 'seed' meant, but Elliot's words confirmed what he was already starting to suspect: it must be something special that only Chinese people could produce. The broadside of fluid Elliot had unleashed was of such a greater magnitude than the small string of clear fluid that Timmy's cock had oozed, that it never occurred to him they might be the same kind of thing. Chinese men, with their larger cocks, had some kind of special power he would never have. Timmy felt bitterly jealous and deeply embarassed that he was different and apparently inferior, just from the mere fact of being white. But why be embarassed? If it was such a failing that he couldn't do what his Chinese friend could do, it was quite clear that Elliot enjoyed being here. He certainly didn't seem to be disappointed in Timmy, so why should he be disappointed in himself? No, he decided, he felt LUCKY that he had a friend to show him this amazing thing that probably most white boys never got to experience. He wanted to thank Elliot, but his thoughts were too uncoordinated to do so. Timmy looked down at his own cock and was surprised to find that in the short time he hadn't been paying attention to it, it had softened and shrivelled up and was lying sideways against his lower belly. He still felt the kind of urgent longing that always seemed to come about when his penis got hard. Before when his cock got hard in his pants for no reason, it would stay that way for a long time. But now it lay there useless. Was something broken? Was he somehow not strong enough? Again, the realization arrived that he was merely discovering things about himself that had to be accepted. The same was not happening to Elliot. His cock was still fully rigid, and in fact it semed to Timmy that now it was bigger than ever before. Indeed, the thrill and excitement had made Elliot get so hard, his Chinese cock was fully 6" long. Elliot gripped the base of the shaft and bent it to push it downwards. When it slipped from his grasp, the engorged shaft rapidly swung back up, slapping against Elliot's belly with a loud thud. Again and again he did it, and each time his cock reacted like spring-loaded steel. Elliot played with himself like that for several minutes, letting Timmy watch in awe. Finally Elliot pushed his cock down until he pressed it against Timmy's soft boycock, which was just below him as he knelt astride the American boy's body. If the difference in their sizes had been large before, now it was a gulf. Elliot's Chinese cock hadn't flagged at all, but Timmy's was totally soft, and the cool air had made it shrink down to only 1" long. Elliot held his cock there and let Timmy look at them and compare them. "Chinese are huge!" Timmy wailed in a voice that was equal parts humiliation and satisfaction. Elliot rubbed his rock hard shaft against Timmy's soft penis, smearing around the still-warm cum that Elliot's most recent erruption had dribbled there. "Americans are little," Elliot responded, surprised to hear himself say it because, before today, he'd never considered that there might be a difference worth noticing. When he heard Timmy moan in response, Elliot was encouraged to add, "Americans are tiny." Timmy's American-sized cock utterly disappeared from view behind the rubbing from his Chinese shaft. It thrilled him to say something so cruel, but to do so without guilt because he could sense that it was what Timmy wanted to hear. Timmy wanted to hear the truth, he thought. This was the truth. They were learning this together. "Americans are tiny," Timmy echoed pitifully, but now with a tone of certainty in his voice that gave Elliot a shiver. His rubbing became more forceful until he was actually slapping Timmy's cock with his own. Each time his Chinese member impacted the soft American boycock, the loud thwap echoed off the rafters, and Timmy's penis flapped from one side to the other under the onslaught. "Please stop," Timmy whimpered, but there wasn't a trace of pain in his voice. Elliot's lips curled into a smile. He switched his side-to-side slapping to a vertical pounding, a Chinese hammer against a little American nail. "You can't stop me!" Elliot crowed said obstinately, slamming his tool down harder each time. "No," Timmy whimpered, almost sobbing now. "I'm too weak. Americans... are too weak." "Americans can never stop Chinese," Elliot said, responding to Timmy's line of reasoning, and accepting it himself. "America can never stop China!" Timmy wailed. It was something he had to say, because it was something he'd come to feel. Everything was proving it true. Hearing Timmy say that about their two countries made Elliot's body tingle for a reason he was too excited to stop and figure out. "Say it again!" Elliot ordered, who had now gone back to stroking his cock with long, almost violent thrusts. "America can never stop CHINA!" Timmy cried. "AGAIN!" "America can never stop China! We'll be under you. You can BEAT US!" Timmy shrieked. The powerlessness, defeat, and humiliation he'd been brought to feel were so intense that the only thing he could do was pull his country into it. And he accepted it as true. The words Timmy spoke, the power it granted to Elliot, the pride it made him feel, and the resumed stimulation of his cock pushed Elliot right back over the edge into another totally unexpected orgasm. The first had been a long, drawn-out wave of pleasure. This one hit like a sucker punch to the solar plexus, just one brief intense beam of ecstacy. As it hit, the power was great enough to haul up one more eruption from Elliot's balls, which arced through the air and landed squarely in Timmy's gaping mouth! By instinct, Timmy convulsed and spat as he felt the warm glob land right on his tongue. He ejected some of Elliot's wad back out onto his chin. Then Timmy noticed that what remained didn't taste bad, didn't even taste dirty. Elliot had told him this was his Chinese seed; it was something he had been GIVEN. Timmy closed his mouth and played with the sticky, slippery mass, rubbing it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and at last tried to swallow it. "Do you like it?" Elliot asked, his voice still pinched from his latest orgasm. "Mmm-hmm," Timmy answered without opening his mouth. Elliot reached up to Timmy's forehead and scraped the wad that had landed there onto his thumb, which he then brought to Timmy's lips. "There's more." Timmy resisted parting his lips at first, so Elliot smeared the goo against them. Finally Timmy opened up and Elliot's thumb pushed inside, taking the scraped away cum in with it. Timmy sucked the thumb noisily, cleaning off all the cum, and reverting to a childhood state. At last Elliot started to withdraw his thum. Timmy raised his head off the floor, following and trying to keep Elliot's thumb in his mouth, but eventually it pulled free, wet and glistening with Timmy's saliva. Timmy sat up on his elbows with his legs still pinned under Elliot's thighs. As he did, the cum he'd been spattered with started to roll down hill and threated to spill out onto the carpet. "Woah!" Elliot said protectively, and pushed Timmy flat to the floor again before the leak became catastrophic. He hastily grabbed Timmy's Captain America t-shirt, and started mopping up. "I need a shower," Timmy said, lifting his head to survey the damage as Elliot wiped him clean with the red white and blue t-shirt. The two boys eyes locked, and with no words spoken, they knew they would be doing it together. (More to come! Please send comments to east.meets.west.te@gmail.com. And please do consider donating to Nifty!)