The Inevitability of China

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Ryan certainly remembered that Xiaojun had admonished him not to play with himself, but the urge was just too strong.  He didn't know what would happen if he didn't get release.  Guiltily at first, then more confidently with time, Ryan started stroking his small cock between his thumb and one finger.  Feeling that he was getting close to the edge, he remembered to tear off toilet paper to catch his seed.

Shortly before he could reach climax, though, the door to the men's bathroom loudly swung open, and he heard the voices of two men walking in while talking.  For the second time in as many minutes, Ryan yanked his hand off his cock and squinted his eyes shut in the agony of denied orgasm.  His cock was twitching and another small pearl of precum formed at the tips.  Five more strokes and he would have gotten the orgasm he so desperately needed.

Through his bathroom stall, he heard the men talking as they walked in and took up position at two widely separated urinals.  By their voices, he could tell one was his boss, the other was the director of their group.

"Yeah, sorry to schedule that meeting on such short notice.  We've got new information from the NSA."  It was the director speaking as he was relieving himself.

"Oh yeah?  What about?"

"They think our Chinese spies have shifted to quantum communication, that's why we lost track of their chatter.  But NSA can't even crack the encryption."

The other man -- Ryan's boss -- let out a low whistle.  "NSA can't crack it?!" he said incredulously as he too relieved himself.

"Nope.  And the fact that they even told us this tells me they're scared."

"I'll say.  Shit.  This is gonna be a wild meeting," Ryan's boss said.

"Eeeyup.  And this is just the start of it," the director said in an ominous tone.

At that moment, both urinals flushed and the men washed their hands and left in an ominous silence.  Not far behind them, Ryan zipped up his pants, emerged from his bathroom stall hide-out.  He splashed some water on his face, took a deep sigh, and stepped out of the bathroom.

Ryan walked back to his office in a daze.  What was happening to him? Why was he doing this?  Why wouldn't his cock get soft again? Although Ryan was ashamed of his small cock size -- 4" is small even for a white American -- he had to admit that in this instance, it was advantage: the fact that he still had a raging hardon would not even be visible through his slacks.

As soon as he got back to his office, Ryan saw he'd been invited to the meeting that he'd heard discussed in the bathroom, and he had only a few minutes before it started.  Collecting his thoughts and his notebook, he rushed off.  His work environment was so drab and isolated that he couldn't remember if he'd ever had a hard on here before.  Now he still did, and he felt its uncomfortable stiffness jostling inside his pants as he walked, then getting squished as he sat down at a far corner of the conference room table.

As the meeting started, the room lights dimmed and the director started showing slides to walk through the new situation of which Ryan got a preview in the bathrooom.  The gravity of the information quickly made everyone in the room perk up and pay attention.

Everyone except Ryan.

So much had happened to him in the last hour that concentration was impossible.  He thought about the texts.  He thought about the pictures on Xiaojun's facebook page.  He thought about how this Chinese stud actually wanted him!  He'd had sex with Superman, and Superman had called him back!

That idea was particularly appealing, and Ryan's imagination became vivid with the mental picture of Xiaojun in the beach picture, not just clad in a bulging red speedo, but a bulging red speedo that was part of a Superman uniform!  Ryan imagined himself walking up to that superhuman figure, and seeing his powerful, brown eyes smiling back at him.  Then he imagined walking all around Super-Xiaojun, looking at his splender from every direction.  Standing behind him, he imagined something that excited him even more: his Superman red cape was not just a plain red cape, but the flag of China!  The five yellow stars draped over Xiaojun's broad and muscular shoulders.  In his imagination, he was reaching up his hand to touch those sholders, and touch those stars...

But hearing his name spoken broke him out of that fantasy.

"And so Ryan, we'd like you to be the interface with the NSA's quantum crypto group.  They may not tell us anything useful, but at least we can give them leads of where to do their searches.  I've set up a clearance for you.  Talk to me tomorrow morning."

Ryan tried to say "Yes sir", but the director had already imperiously started addressing different people.  Just as well -- Ryan's words, if it had come out at all, might have been a horny moan.  He pushed away his concern to be involved in this project when he hadn't even been paying attention to the briefing, and returned his imagination to Xiaojun... Chinese Superman... HIS Chinese Superman.

That's when he was reminded that Xiaojun said would be back at Ryan's place at 7PM tonight.  Why waste time imagining when he'd be getting the real thing in less than 6 hours?

After the meeting adjourned, the spirits of his group had changed dramatically.  He could see it in everyone's drawn faces.  They'd all been playing a game of cat and mouse, and felt confident that in this game, Team CIA was the cat.  And perhaps they still were, but what they realized now is that they were playing it not against a mouse, but a mighty Chinese tiger.

The hopelessness he saw in the faces of his coworkers spilled over into Ryan, but instead of feeling despair, once again he  remembered Xiaojun's words from the night before:

'We're going drain America into a weakling, and then you'll be on your knees to us.'

At that point, Ryan knew he would be useless for the rest of the day. He went back to his office and pretended to look busy but did nothing. It took an hour, but eventually his cock softened.  By this point, he knew he couldn't allow himself another thought of Xiaojun or he'd be racing to the bathroom to jack himself off.  And he couldn't think about the subject of the afternoon briefing, or he'd feel hopeless. Instead he sat at his desk, looking as if he was reading documents, but he was actually staring at his watch as it counted down the seconds until he could leave... and go home... and see Xiaojun.

The moment the time arrived, Ryan quickly started signing his classified material back into his safe, packing up his belongings, and heading out through security.  Only after he got through the checkpoint did he realize his cellphone had been in his pocket, but they hadn't noticed; if they had, he'd be answering questions so long into the night that he would miss his date with Xiaojun.

At last, right on time at 6:45, Ryan was back home, pulling his car into street parking that was right in front of his two-floor row house condo.  And there, leaning jauntily against the railing of the stairs up to the front door... was Xiaojun.

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