The Inevitability of China

The sensation of a cockhead pushing its way between Ryan's lips was something he hadn't felt since his last sex 3 years ago.  Oddly enough, the novelty of it actually brought him back to his senses somewhat -- enough to feel shock from what he'd just said.

'I will spy for China.'

When he'd blurted it out, Ryan felt a sense of thrill.  But as the words echoed through his head on an endless loop, he sank back to the horrifying realization that he'd finally gone too far.

Checking out an Asian guy in the gym shower was unusually forward for him.  Bringing him home for a hookup was definitely bad judgement.  Inadvertently bringing his personal phone into the secure area at work the next day was a huge violation of the rules.  When Xiaojun hacked into his phone to recover the audio recording, it was an unplanned transition from some kind of kinkily inventive role-play to actual espionage.  Through it all, these were things that happened accidentally, or had been forced on him.  But when Ryan willingly volunteered to spy for China, he became a traitor.  No, he made himself a traitor.

Faced with that reality, the need surged inside Ryan to take it back, to whip up some clumsy explanation for why he would say such a thing in the heat of the moment, but didn't really mean it, wouldn't really do it.  But by the time Ryan's sense of propriety called him to action, it was more than just the tip of Xiaojun's cock on the American's lips -- by now the Chinese man had sunk the first two inches of his thick cock into Ryan's mouth.  Speaking was out of the question.  So was the mental focus he'd need to talk his way out of this, even if his mouth had not been invaded by enemy forces.  

Ryan could still remember the last blow job he'd given.  It was that man he'd met on-line who turned out to be much older than his profile picture.  The hookups own manhood had been about the same size as Ryan, which meant it fit comfortably inside Ryan's mouth with room left over to slide it around and to tease it with his tongue.  Even despite his best efforts to pleasure the man's cock, it didn't seem like he got fully hard.  At least that elasticity had made it a considerate guest in Ryan's mouth.  

He'd sucked other American men too, starting in college, but they were all about 5" long and not particularly thick, and Ryan had always managed to handle them with aplomb.

Xiaojun was different.  With only a fraction of the Chinese man's cock in his mouth, Ryan was already sure he was at his limit.  His jaw was forced open as wide as it could go, and yet Xiaojun's girth still scraped against his teeth.  Ryan could sense that Xiaojun was carefully adjusting his posture to find a way to drive his cock further into the American's mouth without his teeth dragging too sharply across the skin of his shaft.  Ryan's tongue was crushed to the bottom of his mouth.

For now, all the talking would be done by Xiaojun.

"Oh, yes.  What a good little American cocksucker you are," Xiaojun said in a warm and truly appreciative voice.  The generosity of Xiaojun's compliment made Ryan feel guilty.  There was no uncertainty at this point that Xiaojun wanted Ryan to spy for China.  That was what this was all about.  This oral sex and the kind words were a reward for Ryan's offer to do just that.  Was he going to reject that and undo everything?

Yes, he had to.  Spying was treason!

"Hmmmmmmphf!!" Ryan bleated.  With Xiaojun straddling Ryan's torso and filling his mouth, it felt like Ryan had no hope of extricating himself except by tapping out with a 'Hmmmmmmphf!!'.

Instead, Xiaojun responded by pushing yet another inch of his cock into Ryan.  Now Xiaojun's unyieldingly hard Chinese cock was heading down Ryan's American throat, where it set off his gag reflex.  Ryan's body spasmed and convulsed, his face grew red, his eyes watered, and his chest lunged.  Xiaojun didn't pull back and spare Ryan, but he did stop his advance for a moment.  

"Just relax, you can do it," he said in an almost nurturing voice.

Encouraging words alone could not help Ryan overcome the reflex to reject something in his throat that shouldn't be there, and Xiaojun knew it.  Saying nothing else, the Chinese man now held perfectly still, the first half of his cock pushed into Ryan, while the American's brain gradually learned to override his reflexes.  Minutes passed.  The gags slowly subsided.  

 Ryan was actually fighting two battles.  The first, naturally, was against his gag reflex.  The second was entirely internal -- Ryan was wrestling with his desire to tell Xiaojun to stop, that he would never be a spy, that he wouldn't go so far as to betray his country.

Inside Ryan's mind, the two battles conflated.  The reflex to reject the cock down his throat was just the same as the reflex to reject the idea of doing something so wrong.  Both were behaviors he'd learned; the first, to avoid choking on a piece of meat, the second because he'd grown up learning that America was good, and the adversaries of America were bad, and China was an adversary.  No American should spy for China.

But he was not choking on a piece of meat.  He was swallowing the deliciously powerful cock of Superman.  What an honor!  If he could learn how to suck even more of that giant shaft, what a thrill that would be for both of them.

It also occurred to Ryan that deciding who was 'good' and who was 'bad' simply based on where they'd been born was a reflex too.  Perhaps it was a reflex that also needed to be unlearned?

Just then Xiaojun moved his hips slightly, and it re-ignited the gag reflex that Ryan thought he had gotten a handle on.  As the American concentrated on getting the new paroxysm of gagging under control, his patriotic reflexes also melted away.

Without those reflexes a shield, Ryan felt he could admit how things really were.  China was a giant among nations, and had been through most of the history of civilization.  Their economy was the largest in the world and still growing while other countries stumbled.  Their manufacturing surpassed all other nations and had already pushed USA into irrelevance.  It seemed they'd developed codes that even the NSA couldn't break, and apparently also technology to reprogram any iPhone at will. Their navy was now larger than USA's and pushing out confidently across the oceans all around the globe, and their army was a crisp-uniform clad phalanx that dwarfed USA's.  China could do whatever it wanted.  All these were facts that Ryan had been made aware of before just by reading the news, but he had reflexively pushed them aside as something he didn't want to admit.

Again, Xiaojun gently moved his hips, but finally Ryan's gag reflex was dormant.  It had taken nearly 20 minutes, but he'd learned to accept that massive Chinese cock!  And he'd learned to accept something else... something much more powerful.

Xiaojun didn't stop the American as Ryan pushed himself away, drawing his head back from the Chinese man's groin.  The shaft that had made it half-way inside his American prey now emerged, inch by inch, laced with aroused and pulsing veins and glistening wet with Ryan's slobber and Xiaojun's precum.  As soon as the tip drew out from Ryan's lips, its natural stiffness caused it to spring straight up, and it slapped against Xiaojun's abs with a meaty thud.

Ryan now realized he could have pulled his head back any time he had wanted, to say 'No!  Stop!  I won't.'  But he hadn't.  Now, he said something different.

"I WANT TO SPY FOR CHINA!"