Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2013 13:15:46 -0700
From: jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Janpanese Sandman, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts   Gay College

"The Japanese Sandman, Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Gay College


I slept immediately when I put my head on my pillow, but only for four
nights after the cute Sandman left that night.  But the heavy rush of worry
from beginning assignments and reports all due, seemingly, at the same time
began to disturb my sleep.

I went down to the nurse station to find my Nipponese FWB but the nurse who
had recommended him had left and no one knew what I was talking about.  I
don't have to tell you that I got a lot of funny looks.

Back in my dorm room I finished as many of my assignments as I could before
giving up to my stiff neck and tortured brain.  I usually slept naked
hoping there wouldn't be a fire drill at night.  I was in this state
tossing around fitfully when there were three knocks at the door.  I
grabbed a towel and tied it around my waist and padded to the door.  I
opened it a crack and there was Sandy, just the Sandman I was looking for,
in fact the only one I knew, and likely the only one in the world.

He grinning at me.  "You need me I think."

"Yes I sure do."

"No sleep good?"

"Not for the last few days.  Every time I try my mind is whirling with
school things.  You got your magic dust?"

"Always have it.  I come in now?"

"Oh yeah, sorry."

The Sandman now seemed to drop his overly polite attitude and put a clench
on my shoulder and pushed me into the room.  With his other hand he pulled
my towel off.

"Ah so, your prick still awake also."

I blushed.

With his hand on the back of my neck he pushed my head down on the bed.
"Lean over the bed, I fuck you now to cure your no sleeping."

"What!  I've never done that.  I just let guys wank me or suck me
sometimes."

But as I was finishing the statement I trailed off into helplessness as he
reached into his book bag and extracted a handful of magic Sandman dust and
tossed it high in the air and soon the cloying sweet odor took away my
ability to resist.

I settled myself on the bed, my chest against the sheets and my feet on the
floor.  He separated my feet by roughly kicking my feet apart.  Instead of
protesting I pushed my ass up provocatively conscious that I was exposing
my ass hole, but I didn't seem to care.  I felt wanton and helpless from
the magic dust.

I heard the rustle of his silk clothes as he undressed, my back sweating in
fear, but I still peeked around to check him out.  What a chop stick he
had, long, thin, curving upward and smooth.  The color was pale lemon but
his ball sac was almost purple.  The two-tone effect was lovely.

He was right behind me now.  I could feel his breath on my shoulders as he
seemed to position himself like an archer sighting the target.  I sweated
more.  The delay was caused by his survey of my tender twat.

"It's very nice.  I greatly approve of the fine hair surrounding it.
Hairless holes not pretty."  As he finished that statement, his voice
seemed to get husky and a moment later I felt the cock head lodge itself in
my virginal ass lips.  I felt I might groan out loud, like a coward, but
instead I found that I omitted a cooing sound, like a whore in heat.

Sandy threw a handful of magic dust in the air and I was impelled to cry
out, "Come on you Asian ass fucker, stop stalling and push it in."

He giggled charmingly and thrust his body forward.  I felt as if the
lift-off rocket from a launch was entering my ass passage and I howled in
surprise.  But that howl shut off as the novel fullness occupied my
sensations.

He knew I was accommodating his cock, not resisting, and he heard that coo
that now turned into a hissed and blissful "Y-e-s-s-sss".

"Good, my friend college boy, you like?"

"Fuck me more," I said in response."  .  Oh shit, did I have no shame.
This beautiful boy was a stranger I had let into my room.  What am I
saying, let into my ass, and I didn't even know hie last name or address.

But my sensible words were belied by my pushing my ass and impaling myself,
to the hilt, grunting and mewling like a pig as he pulled out and pushed in
again.

"You are one girly boy," he rasped.  "You make me too h "Shut up and fuck,"
I scolded.

Maybe I went too far because he began such a hard fuck that the bed was
moving across the room and there was a loud sound of high pitched keening.
I guess that was me.  My prick was being masturbated against the sheet and
I felt it sliding in my own gooey pre cum.

As for Sandy, he was keeping up a steady beat of soft grunts in my ear
until suddenly he shouted so loud that I feared that ear would be deaf for
several days, "I am about to make a sperm delivery."

Now when this boy orgasmed, it was not a polite. passive occurrence, no, he
squirmed and wiggled and fucked harder and then he pulled both my ears
painfully.  Hey, I must be a pain lover because it brought about my cum.  I
bucked and shot a heavy load as he was hosing my hot hole.

He dismounted.  That's word I guess and patted me on my sweaty back.  "You
are one excellent fuck.  I might repeat this if you get sleep problems."

Hey what's this.  Suddenly he is speaking perfect English and with a slight
British accent.

I told him, "I would never have permitted that fuck to have happened if it
wasn't for that magic dust.  It had some properties that made me do it."

"Ah dumb student.  How did you ever pass the entrance exam.  That wasn't
magic.  It was just baby powder.  Maybe it reminded you of your infant days
when you lay about getting serviced.  I don't want to psychoanalyze you,
but fuck you again I will."

By now he was fully dressed.  When he opened the door to leave he turned
and threw some powder in my direction and I could hear him laughing all the
way down the stairs.


End of Story