"The Japanese Sandman, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay College
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This first semester at Northern College was hard for me at the age of eighteen. I was just a baby, very immature, given to fits of homesickness and loneliness. Then too I had recently realized that I was gay. Not only that, but I was very gay in outlook and interests. I just didn't fit in here. It seemed the place was filled with super masculine types. They sneered at me when I confessed that I didn't follow team sports and they laughed at my neat way of dressing. They went around bedraggled in dirty clothes.
I did sense in a few that they were suppressing a sexual interest in me. I was good looking, to the extend of being almost pretty. I knew that some guys were up for some gay sex limited to getting sucked, "but don't touch me above my prick."
This inhospitable environment was affecting my health. I barely managed two hours sleep and I had lost five pounds, a lot for a skinny kid like me. But all this worrisome events came to a halt with the arrival of the Japanese Sandman.
No, this is not a children's fantasy tale. It's all true.
First of all I had imagined this figure of myth to be an ancient. A long finger nailed, wizened faced, scragged haired wrath. Shit, he sure wasn't.
But it happened this way: I went to the campus medical station. The hunky male nurse listened to my complaints and I could tell he was bored having heard all this before, but when I came to the sleeplessness, he raised his plucked eyebrows and said, "You need the Japanese Sandman. I'll send him."
Well, about eleven o'clock the following night there was a light tapping on my door. I peered out of the peephole. There was a naked Asian. He looked kind of cute, cute enough to get me to open the door.
I realized that he wasn't naked. His lower body was covered with clam digger type pants, worn low enough to almost expose his pubes. He smiled broadly at me and said, "I'm Dai, also known as the Japanese Sandman, also known as Sandy, here to help you sleep."
He said this after a bob of his head. That bow, so slight, indicated that I was not his superior.
He was one cute cookie, about my age, sleek honey colored skin, almost hairless except for a surprising amount of lower leg hair....yum.
"I've seen you around campus," he said in his accented voice, sometimes flutey, other times raspy. My head was swimming. "I thought you were the hottest kid around. You want oral sex?"
I must have looked aghast, and he explained, "It will help you sleep, along with my magic dust."
I was up for a suck. I was very long time doing without sex. As for the dust, shake it on me. I don't care.
"First of all, babe, get undressed. Call me Sandy (of course)."
I got undressed in record time and stood there, my Western cock rising toward the Eastern dude. He looked down. "Excellent reaction. Your prick is intelligent."
I was so proud of it!
"I'm not sleepy yet," I said to goad him into action.
He chuckled a little, then fell to his knees and looked up at me. "Better close your eyes so none gets in. It can irritate," he said gravely.
With my eyes closed I didn't see the magic dust but I could sure smell it. It was very, very perfumed and a bit like sandalwood. I noticed that I began breathing heavily and my prick was kinda jumping up and down in eager anticipation.
This boy was an expert. First he administered lots of fast licks on the head. I was shaking and moaning like a calf caught between the fence posts. As he licked he rubbed quickly up and down my shaft. My brain was a whirl-a-gig.
He looked up at me. "Nice American prick."
I didn't acknowledge that remarks for fear of sounding too full of myself. But soon he was full of me as he allowed my dripping and engorged organ to slide deep in his threat. I don't know where he put it but I was really pleased with the action. Than he began swallowing rapidly. He tongue and throat were massaging my fierce hard on with clinging hot caresses. I felt my knees began collapse and he put his hand behind my knees to keep me from falling. Then he took one hand and began a steady tickling of the back of my ball sac. O-o-o-o-h. That was almost too much. I stiffened my thighs to try to fend off my cum but his heavy sucking and ball handling defeated me.
I croaked out, "I'm going to cum."
He pulled off a minute and said, "Let 'er rip," in a very unJapanese Sandman expression, but I was in no condition to get analytical. I allowed my mind to close down and become a wild ape thing and screamed in a high pitch sound and my cock overflowed, then fired a few volleys that left me panting and weak.
"Excellent result," he said, giving to short phrases. "Now you sleep."
He slipped on his weird clam diggers and I flopped o the bed. I was asleep before the door closed.
End Part One