The Inevitability of China

Ryan was able to tell just as easily as his partner that Xiaojun was about to cum.  He could hear from his voice that his teeth were clenched as he grunted '... learn to like being RAPED by China!'.  He could see muscles all over his body become taught and corded as he instinctively tensed against the incoming fireball of pleasure.  And above all, when Xiaojun yanked Ryan's hair and hurriedly stuffed his giant cock back into Ryan's mouth, he knew it was almost at hand.

Which was a problem.

Ryan had found out the very first time he had sex that he didn't like to feel cum in his mouth.  It had made him gag, in fact.  Thereafter, whenever he finished a guy off, he would make sure to pull his mouth away just in time and let a partner's load hit his face or his chest.  In the rare occasion where cum got into his mouth anyway, he'd become practiced at discretely spitting it out.  Fortunately, all of the American men he'd had sex with -- like Ryan himself -- were not voluminous cummers. Three squirts and then oozing... followed by a nap.

Xiaojun was going to be different.  Ryan had already felt and seen his load, and he'd seen the man's bull-sized smooth Chinese balls swinging to and fro under his shaft while delivering those savage cock slaps. He was going to get a load from Superman, right in his mouth.  Ryan understood that he was in the minority -- most gay men would dream of this -- but in his case, it threatened to wreck the bliss of the entire evening.  Like a boy spending a whole day at Disneyland, then being forced to come home to eat Brussel sprouts and fried liver for
dinner.

Before Ryan's sex-melted brain could come up with an escape plan, Xiaojun's first salvo hit.  The first two inches of Xiaojun's cock were inside him and Ryan's tongue was crushed to the floor of his mouth by the Chinese man's thickness, so there was no hope of resistance.  Xiaojun's cream felt thick, warm, sticky as it started to fill Ryan's mouth.  Xiaojun roared in total pleasure, and the first salvo was quickly followed by a second and third of even greater intensity.  This was already as many shots as Ryan normally had to deal with, but the volume of each was so large that cum was oozing out under pressure from the seal between Ryan's lips and Xiaojun's manhood. He was being hit by broadsides of cum from a giant Chinese battleship.

Ryan wanted to gag.  He needed to gag.  He had to spit the cum out. And yet... the gag didn't come.  Somehow, with Xiaojun load, he didn't need gag, or even want to gag.  He didn't try pull off and spit out the Chinese load, even as it continued to arrive.  

After 5 seconds, Xiaojun let out a victorious cry of pleasure, let go of Ryan's hair, and fell backwards on the bed while Ryan knelt between his legs.  As Xiaojun fell back and away from his American prey, the mighty Chinese cock slipped out of Ryan's mouth, but it was still firing salvos.

If Ryan had wanted to get rid of the seed in his mouth, now was his chance, but instead he stood on his knees with a stupefied smile on his face as the reservoir of cum slowly dribbled out of the corners of his mouth.  When he noticed Battleship Xiaojun was still firing salvos, he lept forward, grabbed the shaft at the base, and aimed it at himself so that the cum would hit his face, closing his eyes against the spurts and letting it coat him.  

Now that Xiaojun's roar had subsided to heavy breathing, Ryan could hear the 'thap, thap, thap' of the sticky jets slamming into his forehead, his cheek, his chin.  He tugged the cock down, aiming the battleship's artillery at a new target. 'thap, thap' as spurts hit his neck and his chest.

After 15 seconds, the spurts finally subsided into pulsing oozes of creamy white cum.  Even Superman had a limit.

Now the room was so silent that Ryan could hear the sound of the cum that had drenched his body trickling downwards, and the soft 'drip, drip, drip' of globs of it hitting the hardwood bedroom floor.  This was a total mess, and Ryan didn't even care.  He knelt between Ryan's thick thighs, holding the Chinese man's cock and feeling it twitch as the oozes finally came to a stop.

When they did, Xiaojun propped himself up on his elbows to survey the scene.  Ryan was kneeling between legs, with a glassy eyed smile, coated in his seed, and leaking Chinese cum out of his mouth like it was American drool.

"Swallow it," Xiaojun said flatly.

Ryan blinked.  Swallow all that cum?  He was proud enough of himself for not having gagged!  Maybe he could find a way to buy time and promise to swallow it next time?

"Go on, swallow it," Xiaojun repeated more insistently.

Ryan had no choice.  If gagging on cum would dampen the mood of the evening, refusing an order from Xiaojun would dampen it even more. And it hadn't even been an order.  Xiaojun had come to trust Ryan's obedience so much that he didn't need to bark commands, only offer suggestions.  More than anything, betraying that trust was the worst thing Ryan could imagine.

And so he swallowed, and the huge pool of sticky Chinese cum started to slither its way down Ryan's throat.  He expected to be revolted, but as he felt the warm, clingy wad of it slowly sinking down his throat on his way to his stomach, his body tingled in pleasure.

Xiaojun's face brightened into a pleased smile.  "Keep swallowing".

Ryan obeyed.  He surveyed his mouth with his tongue, gathering together the remaining cum to swallow another wad.  

"There's more left," Xiaojun reminded Ryan.  He was wearing a quizzical smile; just as he'd never met anyone that could take all 9.5" of his Chinese manhood, he'd never met anyone who would so eagerly clean up the mess it made.  In response, Ryan licked the cum off of his lips and swallowed it down a third time, feeling disappointed that this glug was smaller than the last two.

"Good little traitor," Xiaojun said in a warm compliment.  "If you eat enough of that, maybe you'll become Chinese," he said with a sarcastic laugh, knowing full-well that the pale slender American before him would never be lucky to go through such a physical transformation.

But to Ryan, the words were electric.  To become Chinese!  When Ryan considered it, he didn't think of his blond hair turning black, or his skin becoming golden and smooth, or his cock growing from its embarassing American smallness.  He thought of becoming Chinese in the echoing caverns of his brain.  What Xiaojun had done to him...  no, what he'd done to himself... had crippled his American mind and crushed his American spirit.  But it had left nothing in its place. To become Chinese would fill something new in.  Something glorious. Something that would not betray America out of obedience to a superior, but something that would hurt America because it felt good!  Being Chinese would make him better, Ryan decided.

With that tempting offer, Ryan knew needed all of it.  With his hands trembling with eagerness, he wiped his face, neck and chest and recovered a handful more of Xiaojun's seed, then he pushed his mouth into his cupped hand and swallowed it down like a pig eating from a trough.

"That a boy," Xiaojun cooed.

More!  Ryan needed more!  Every bit he could swallow would make him a better person.

Now he remembered the cum that had dripped off of his body and landed on the floor.  In a flash, he felt down to his hands and knees between Xiaojun's feet and licked the floor clean.

"Oh my," Xiaojun said in genuine surprise as he sat up to look down on the American cleaning cum up off his own floor.  He hadn't expected him to go that far!

More!  Ryan needed even more!  He wanted that Chinese cum to pool in his stomach, spread through his blood stream, and rip apart the last part of him that was still American.  Then he remembered where he could find more.  Ryan lept back to his knees and grabbed Xiaojun's
cock at its base.

"Woah, give my balls a few hours to recharge, little one!" Xiaojun laughed nervously.  Had Ryan lost his mind?

But no, Ryan was being inventive.  With a long, slow motion, he kneaded the length of Xiaojun's now-softening cock from base to tip, squeezing out one last large pearl of Chinese cum.  Ryan leaned forward and licked it off the tip slowly and delicately, like a man who had the awareness to savor the very last bite of a delicious dessert.  He swallowed it purposefully, and let himself imagine that the was no longer even American. 

"All gone," Ryan announced with finality.  Ryan was still trying to figure out if he meant 'cum' or 'last vestiges of his American mind' when Xiaojun interrupted him.

"Shit, it's almost midnight.  Can I stay at your place tonight?"

Ryan couldn't decide which was more shocking, that Xiaojun wanted to stay with him like they were partners, or that he felt he had to ask.

"I have to go to work tomorrow..." Ryan said in a surprised and uncertain tone.

"Yes you do," Xiaojun answered with a devious smile.