Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2017 06:22:40 -0700 From: Timmy Elliot Subject: "East meets West" -- part 6 (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? --- As the two boys stepped out of the shower and towelled each other off, both were in a haze of exhausted pleasure. They'd each been drained -- figuratively and literally -- and despite being naked next to each other, the desire to do anything else was well and truly spent for now. They didn't even bother to get dressed, but instead walked about the big, empty house, cleaning up the messes they had made. By now, it had gotten dark outside. "I should probably go home," Elliot said flatly. "Why don't you spend the night?" Timmy asked. If he was hopeful, he was too exhausted for his voice to give any hint. "But didn't your parents say no sleepovers?" "Pssh, they'll never find out. They won't be back for a few more days anyway." Elliot acquiesced. It wasn't that he wanted to stay longer in order to keep having his way with Timmy. It wasn't the thrill of doing something forbidden. His legs were simply too exhausted to walk back home! The two boys got food out of the refrigerator, ate in silence, and then headed back to Timmy's room, carrying his drawings and their wrinkled and cum-caked clothes with them. Without asking, Elliot turned back the covers and dove into Timmy's bed, sprawling over it naked. Timmy stood looking on in confusion, trying to figure out if this meant he would have to sleep on the floor. "C'mon," Elliot laughed, patting the mattress. For a brief moment, Timmy recoiled at the idea. It wasn't because he didn't want to be next to Elliot. But getting in to bed together was something the adults did. He imagined it would feel preposterous. Another more insistent mattress patting brought Timmy around, and he scrambled into bed and snuggled next to Elliot as Elliot brought the covers over their bodies and pulled Timmy close. It didn't feel preposterous at all. Timmy sighed in quiet pleasure, and ground his boycock against Elliot's naked thigh. He found he was too spent to be aroused any more. Elliot didn't respond either. Timmy snapped off the lamp by the bed, and without another word, the two boys fell into a deep, exhausted sleep together. ----- Elliot snapped open his eyes to see blue sky above him, and clouds to his left and right. Below him, barely visible, was the ground. Was he on an airplane? He swiveled his head to look all around and realize that he was not in a fuselage. He HIMSELF was flying! At the very moment he came to that conclusion, he started to fall, punching through the clouds and hurtling towards the ground. Instinctively he arched his back and stuck his arms out in front of him, and immediately his fall was interrupted and he was shooting back up into the heavens. He tested the maneuver again. When he relaxed, he tumbled towards the ground, arms outstretched he soared skyward. Yes, he could FLY like a superhero! He tilted his head down to look at himself, and noticed that his body was clad in spandex from head to toe. He looked down on his own chest, and saw the yellow stars of China's flag splashed across his red spandex-clad chest, just as Timmy's drawing had foretold. In an instant he realized that he WAS Admiral China, and the transformation filled him with a surge of power and an intense feeling of pride. Elliot decided to fly closer to the ground, and as he did, he was dismayed to see a terrifying scene of destruction. All the human structures he knew should be there seemed to be knocked down to piles of rubble, and there were gaping crevices in the earth. As he flew lower still, he thought he recognized his own city below him, but the destruction was so complete, he couldn't be sure. The thought hit him, "If that is my city, then Timmy must be down there somewhere!" Elliot grew sick with worry for his friend, and felt compelled to find him amidst the rubble. Testing his control, Elliot flew just above the ground, scanning intently. At first, there didn't seem to be any signs of life below, but then off in the distance his eye caught a fleck of color at the bottom of a large gash in the earth. Even though the floor of the crevice glowed ominously red, Elliot flew into it. As he drew closer, the spot of color revealed itself to be something red white and blue, and as he got closer still, he could tell it was the spandex-clad form of a person -- a young boy -- crumpled face down on a small ledge before a precipitous drop. It was Timmy! Elliot had to save him! But as Elliot drew closer to where his friend lay, the radiating heat from the glowing red inferno below the ledge became more and more intense. Eventually the searing heat stopped him just a few feet shy of reaching his friend. Elliot saw his friend lying there, clad in a superhero uniform of his own -- red white and blue from head to toe. Underneath his prostrate body, on the ground, was a crumpled American flag. The boy's boots and one corner of the flag hung precariously over the ledge, certain destruction waiting below. "Timmy! Get up! I can't reach you, you HAVE to reach up to ME!" Elliot bellowed. The the young boy came to his senses and struggled to lift himself on his hands and knees. Elliot could see now that his uniform was made of white spandex with red stripes in the pattern of an unfurling American flag cutting diagonally across his body, and a blue and white starfield off-center on his chest. It was different than Captain America's uniform. Timmy's uniform looked as if he was wearing the American flag itself. The spandex was torn in a few places, and smudged with soot in a few others, but the boy inside it seemed to be uninjured. Timmy craned his neck and looked up to see his friend. "Help me!" he bleated, rising unsteadily to his feet. "You have to reach up to ME, I can't reach you. REACH UP TO ME!" "I couldn't stop them! I wasn't strong enough..." Timmy explained apologetically. He'd obviously been trying to save the flag from harm, but got in over his head. Now, Timmy was inadvertently trampling the flag into the dirt has he stood on tiptoes to reach up for Elliot's rescuing hand. Realizing what he was doing, Timmy quickly stepped off the star-spangled fabric as if it was made of hot coals, but doing so placed him dangerously near the edge. After windmilling his arms to keep his balance, he darted back to the center of the ledge, grinding flag under boot again. Survival before convention. "REACH UP!" Elliot barked impatiently. Just then the ledge began to crumble and Timmy started to fall. Gritting his teeth against the ominously painful heat, Elliot flew lower just in time to grab Timmy's wrist and save him the abyss. The rocks of the ledge collapsed into the chasm, and with them went the American flag Timmy had been trying to save. Both disappeared in a puff of black smoke below. Elliot tensed his muscles and shot skyward with Timmy in tow, and the rush of cool air soothed their singed bodies. Finally out of the chasm, Elliot could bring the younger boy into a bearhug hug, holding him tight as they flew together. "Admiral China, you saved me!" Timmy said in an appreciative voice, his lips just next to Elliot's ear. "So I'm not imagining this," Elliot thought. "I really am Admiral China! Maybe I always was!" Elliot hugged the boy tighter, twisting and swirling as they flew together. Their spandex-clad bodies slid and ground against each other. Timmy responded, bucking his hips to thrust his groin against Elliot harder and harder. It felt like every square inch of their bodies touched, not just their chests. Their spandex clad bodies seemed to glide across each other as if they were lubricated by the finest, most erotically fluid oil. "You are too weak to fight," Elliot said. He didn't think about saying it, he just heard himself say it. It was blunt, maybe even cruel, but something about telling Timmy this felt good. Any doubt he had in his mind over whether he should have said it was erased when Timmy moaned in agreement. "Too small. You'll just get beaten if you fight." He thought he could feel Timmy's cock stiffen to hear the words, and he felt his own stiffen from having said them. "Tiny and weak, little American boy," Elliot said, each leaning into each word, wanting to be mean because it was giving him a rush of power, and making Timmy moan out loud over and over again. "Puny. Just like your country. No wonder it got wrecked!" Only after having said the words did Elliot understand what they meant. The destruction he'd seen underneath him... that had been what was left of America! For some reason he couldn't quite fathom, that thrilled him. Timmy whimpered and agreed, but looked distracted. "Where have you taken me?" Timmy asked in confusion. The idea brought Elliot up short. He hadn't thought of taking Timmy anywhere, but now Elliot became aware of new landscape below them -- it was the familiar skyline of Shanghai, the city where he'd been born. "I'm taking you to China," Elliot said proudly. "You'll be safe there." Here, the cityscape and buildings were undamaged, pristine and perfect... sparkling, even. Elliot flew down in between the massive skyscrapers, and landed in a park. Chinese people of all ages and sizes gathered around them in surprise. Elliot could see their eyes scanning over the two of them. "Who are you?" a young Chinese boy asked, approaching Timmy inquisitively. "I am America Boy," Timmy answered. "Admiral China saved my life! I was too weak," he said almost obsequiously. This time it was Elliot who moaned to hear such a thing said in front of his Chinese brethren. It was at that point that Elliot noticed just how much bigger he was than his companion. Timmy clung to his side, like a nervous child to a parent, and the top of his blond head only came up as far as Elliot's chest. As Elliot looked down, he saw his own chest bulged out with shelf-like pecs. He gently nudged Timmy away from his body, wanting the crowd to get a look at his Admiral China uniform from top to toe, and as he did, a gasp went up. Elliot followed the stares of the crowd back to his own bulge, and swiveled his head down to look. What he had between his legs was enormous, and his spandex uniform was straining to contain it. "Show it to them, America Boy." Elliot ordered. He wanted to see it himself. America Boy's slender hands obediently dove into Admiral China's uniform, but as soon as skin touched skin, an orgasm welled up and nearly crippled Elliot with its intensity. Elliot awoke with a start just in time to feel his hard cock, lying heavily against his stomach, erupt cum that ricocheted off sheets of Timmy's bed, and back onto his body. He'd had his first wet dream.