Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2017 20:49:37 -0700
From: Timmy Elliot <east.meets.west.te@gmail.com>
Subject: "East meets West" -- part 2 (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!  Please also be advised that, while sexual in nature, this story
is not nearly as explicit as many on this site.  If you're disappointed
by that, don't say I didn't warn you!

I would absolutely love comments, criticisms, and story suggestions
from anyone who reads this work!

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The next schoolday rolled around, and exactly what Timmy had feared
seemed to be coming to pass.  He saw Elliot and his friends on the
school yard, but when their eyes met, the stare that returned was one
that clearly said, "Don't come over here."  Timmy sat down on his
usual bench.  The allure of reading a comic book had evaporated, so he
worked on math homework instead.  No one came to talk to him.  No one
noticed him.

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By Friday evening at dinner, Timmy's parents noticed his sullen mood.

"Did you see Elliot at school today?" his mother asked innocently,
unaware that in trying to cheer her son up, she'd just plunged a
dagger into him.

"Nah, we didn't talk."

"He's not in your classes?" his dad interrogated.

"Nah, he's an 8th grader."

"Well I'm sure he's just busy and you didn't cross paths," his dad
offered.

"I don't think he likes me very much," Timmy blurted out.  The words
hung in the air, leaving his parents slightly confused why their son
would care that much in the first place.

"Why do you think that?" his mother asked, involuntarily twisting the
dagger.

Even Timmy didn't know.  And if he did, the reason was surely
something he couldn't explain to his parents.  At last he said, "I'm
not as smart as he is."

That statement drew concerned attention from both his parents.  His
mother set down her knife and fork in dismay.  "Don't say that, Timmy.
You're a very bright boy.  I'm sure Elliot thinks that too." Her
attempt at soothing words was pulling the twisting knife from his
stomach to his chest.  Timmy thought otherwise: whatever Elliot
thought made him run away.

"You know, your father and I met each other in China," his mother
said, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, is Elliot from China?" Timmy's father asked, curiosity slightly
piqued.

"Mmm, that's what Timmy said the other day," his mother filled in.

Timmy finally tuned back into the conversation.  "When did you guys
ever live in China?" he snapped moodily.  He was certain a trick was
being played on him.

"Oh, haha, we never lived there.  We were both there for a one week
conference as grad students, and that's how we met.  Took another week
travelling around together..." His father's voice trailed off in the
slightest way, suggesting that 'travelling around together' was more
than just that.

Timmy was so jealous of his parents' romantic story he wanted to vomit
up his dinner, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"Really?  What was it like there?"  He had wanted to ask Elliot, but
the best he could do now is ask his parents.

"In China?  Lots of people," his mother answered.

"And lots of cranes!" his father added.

His mother chimed in again.  "Yes, China was building everywhere, it
was unbelievable.  It might be fun to go back and see if they ever got
it all finished," she laughed.

"From the size of their economy now, I'd say they finished it all...
and built even more!" his father mused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, their economy is now larger than ours.  Not surprising for a
population that's four times our size."

Timmy felt shocked to learn any country's economy could be bigger than
USA's.  Being reminded of China's size compared to his own country
unlocked the feelings had emerged as he drew the ultrahero for Elliot,
and his cock involuntarily started to stiffen.  Timmy's mom saw the
conversation careening toward economic minutae, and excused herself to
clear the dishes.  His father continued.

"It's actually a fairly recent and unusual development that USA's
economy has been largest.  For most of modern history, the country
with the largest population wins that contest.  And of course that's
China."

His father's explanation might have bored even his most ardent
students, but to Timmy it felt like the creation of 'Admiral China'
was being replayed with a fresh, original premise.  His boycock surged
to ramrod hardness in his pants, and it was only because of its small
pre-pubescent size that he didn't have to worry about it showing.
Timmy's father continued on listing facts and figures explaining why
China's economy would become dominant.  As a successful, tenured
academic, he was insulated from both reality and jingoism, and didn't
seem the least bit concerned about what would become of America in the
future world he was describing.  All Timmy could do was see in his
mind's eye the unbeatably muscular Chinese superhero he'd created for
Elliot.

Suddenly the post-dinner discussion was interrupted by the phone
ringing, and his mother moved to answer it.  After a short moment, she
cupped her hand over the receiver.

"It's for you, Timmy."

"Who is it?"

"It's Elliot," she answered in a cheerful tone, knowing a phone call
was from him was likely to brighten her son's mood.  And indeed it
did.  Timmy wanted to lunge from the dinner table and swallow the
phone whole, but instead stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and
sauntered over to take the phone from his mom, hiding all emotion.

"Hey Elliot," Timmy answered guardedly, one hand still stuffed in his
pocket to hide his hardon.

"What if they fought?" the voice on the other end of the line asked
bluntly.

"I don't understand?" Timmy was totally confused.

"Admiral China and Captain America.  What if they fought?"

The question blindsided Timmy.  His cock was already hard, and now his
body started to tingle the same way when he'd made Admiral China.  He
hadn't imagined a battle before.  Or maybe he hadn't allowed himself
to imagine it.  He'd certainly thought about how the two heroes
compared.  And he'd just listened to his dad compare the two
countries' economies.  What else was there to do than to think about
what came next?  "Yes!  Yes, I want to see them battle!" he wanted to
scream, but not in front of his parents.

"Um... well... let me think..." Timmy stammered, buying time.

"I keep looking at the drawing you made.  I want to see more," Elliot
said, pulling him along.  So he hadn't thrown the drawing out!

"Ok, I guess that could work," Timmy answered, trying to sound
non-commital as his hands start to shake.

"So you want them to fight?" Elliot prodded.

"Yeah, let's do that," Timmy responded, somehow managing to keep his
voice from trembling.  Elliot smiled at Timmy's answer, knowing that
he'd artfully found a way to say 'yes!' in front of his mom and dad.

Insantly a plan came together in his mind, and Timmy cupped his hand
over the receiver and turned back to the dinner table.  "I know you
guys are going to be out of town over the weekend, but can Elliot come
over to study Saturday?"

"Why sure," Timmy's father responded in immediate approval, then added
absentmindedly, "Not a sleepover, though," as he picked up a newspaper
and started reading.

"Yeah, OK, why don't you come over on Saturday and we can work on
that," Timmy responded.  He hung up the phone and had to wait a
few breaths before he could excuse himself and go upstairs to "work on
homework".

"Such a nice boy, that Elliot," his mom cooed.  She had no idea.

(To be continued!)