Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2012 18:06:20 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Igor and the Frankenprick, Part Two"  by Jay Roberts    Gay Sci Fi/Fantasy

"Igor and the Frankenprick, Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Gay Sci Fi/Fantasy


I went to bed (top bunk) early that day.  The rush around trying to find
classrooms and those sinking feelings as the proctors listed books to be
read and reports required, was exhausting.

I awoke the next morning greeted by John's face looming over my crotch
area.  Don't forget with his height he easily towered over my high bunk.
"Fancy a fancy wank?" he asked.

I groaned in my refusal.  "Oh how I ache for it but I must restrain myself
and get dressed and make that 8:00 meeting with Dr. Knowls."

"I am a bit disappointed as well, but hold that thought as we will meet
here for lunch and munch."



All went well with Knowls and also the second tutorial and I returned to
the dorm at noon.  I was met with John at the door.  His face with alight
with excitement.  He hopped around shaking the whole room shouting, "I have
the perfect body!"

I stared at him.  "It is nice, but a bit off perfect, perhaps that's part
of your charm.  Of course the ass, that is quite museum quality."

"No, no you blond cutie, not MY body, the body in the medical school we
undergrads visited today."

"A dead body?  No that is really kinky.  Not my thing though.  What's for
lunch, cookie?"

He stopped moving and looked at me, "Cookies for lunch?  Oh no, I have
Swedish crackers and pate, washed down with excellent porter stout."

"No 'cookie' is not for eating but the affectionate name for a chief on
board ship.  Never mind."

"Oh.  About the body, this evening, after dinner, we shall 'view the
body'".

"Okay," I patted his shoulder and pushed him toward the galley.



I had hoped that he had forgotten about the 'dead body' but just as he had
promised, after a dinner of kidneys and bow tie noodles accompanied by the
ever popular Gin, he clapped his hand, "Leave the dishes for later.  Quick
Igor, the games afoot boy, let's be off to see the body."

I followed him across campus my steps lagging with lack of enthusiasm.  We
entered the old musty building, now dark and deserted after classes and
headed down a long hall.  John's penlight leading the way.  He picked the
lock (really what hidden skills) of a heavy oak door and pushed it open.  I
was assailed with the acrid odor of formaldehyde.

He said softly and reverently, "He's over there.  The only body here,
there's been a shortage I hear."

He whipped off the sheet and I'm afraid I fainted.

I came to as John was slapping my face vigorously.  I almost landed a fist
on him but I realized that he was playing doctor.

"Get up, come over and take a look."

I crept over to the table and saw a young, naked lad of about eighteen.  He
was exceptionally beautiful.  Perfect chest development and enticing abs,
but the face was a noble as a Greek athlete.  "Wow," I said admiringly.
"He's a hotty, but a coldie too."

'it's the statue of David I hope will come alive."  Then bending close he
announced, "He's been preserved in the fluid my ancestor invented.  That's
why he doesn't smell and the flesh is perfect.  Of course, the boy shot
himself in the head and we will have the obtain a brain and also..."

"And also he lacks a cock, although there is a full ball sac.  That was no
self inflicted wound.  I see some love triangle where the other guy shot
him in the head and cut off his offending prick."

"Yes," John said, "A brain and a cock.  Not too difficult to obtain right
in this building."

"Wait, I thought you wanted to view the body.  What's this all about
getting a brain and a cock.  You're not thinking of disgusting and illegal
activity?"

He got that far away look.  "I am the great grandson of Henry Frankenstein.
He pronounced it in the German fashion "Fronkenschtein."  The boy was going
off the deep end, but to tell the truth it was exciting.  Could we repeat
this experiment?  Would it be successful?  Might I be able to fuck this
boy? (Where did that come from?}

John was already moving the body onto a Gurney and my eyes were assailed
with the view of John in an almost sexual embracing of the naked cadaver as
he deposited the body on the Gurney.  I got faint again but managed to slap
my own face.

"Let's go," I said pleadingly.

We left the mortuary room.  John carefully locker the door and down the
hall and out into the air.  As we pushed the cart toward our dorm we met
two drunk students.  "Hey pizza boys, you got one with sausage.?" John
called out to them, "This pizza has no sausage.  Sorry."

Back in our dorm we deposited the stiff on a makeshift operating table
consisting of our two desks pushed together.

We stared at the beauty a few moments and covered him up with a sheet.
John signed, "Let's do the dishes and get some sleep.  We have a big day
and night ahead of us."




The next night we repeated the entry and lock picking and John checked the
available brains.  "Hey's one of a youth, I guess a homeless kid.  At least
the age is right."

I was idly looking over the remaining specimen jars when I spied one
labeled, "Cardiff Giant's Penis."  Inside the jar was a sizable organ
suitable for an almost eight foot chap.

I pointed it out to John.  "Yes, yes," he said, "A perfect replacement for
the missing piece.  You know what they say, 'accessories' make the man
stylish."

We quietly left and wended our way back to the dorm.  "The creature hasn't
moved."  John said.

"I'm glad of that."

"He's a slacker, a lazy boy but our own toy boy."

I put the two specimen jars on the kitchen counter.  John stared at them,
then lifted the sheet and peered at the body.  "Yes it will work well.  Now
for a bit of R&R.  To encourage me in this endeavor he grasped my balls and
moved them gently left and right.  They loved it.  I loved it.  I began
crooning my song of love.

John picked up the pace and soon my toes curled, maybe my hair too.  My
knees lifted slightly and my cock began to belch my milk into his
suctioning mouth.  Oh what pleasure.  As soon as I was empty I began to
worry about my tall friend.

"John, my turn."

He groaned and lay down beside me, his prick standing like a periscope.  I
licked it.  He groaned in appreciation.  I lifted his slim thighs and
ordered, "Hold them up."  He did it and exposed his fuzzy thigh backs, his
ass furrow between his fuzzy ass cheeks and...and ...the holy of holies,
his pulsing ass hole.

I leaned forward and did something I have never done before, but John was
getting to be a brother and a lover to me.  I pushed my tongue out and
licked his pucker.  I was steeled for a bad taste but there was none.  He
was a clean boi, and a boi growing happier by the moment judging from his
cries and signs and his sweetly calling my name.

I made a little penis out of my tongue by folding it in half and inserted
it and pushed it in and out in a steady rhythm.  His ass was in sync with
my tongue.  It was a collaborative effort.  His ass loved what I was doing
and his prick must have too for it was leaking pre cum at such a rate that
I was afraid there would no sperm to shoot.

I was wrong.

Suddenly he cried out loud enough to wake the dead.  Uh, uh, maybe I
shouldn't have said that since we had a dead one right at hand.  He grabbed
my head and squeeze it painfully as he heaved and bucked and funked out his
mighty cum.

When he finally settled down he patted my abused head and said, "We've
ruined by bed again.  When will we think to use your aerie.

Finally he got up and shook his long limbs.  "'Night Igor."  and crossing
the room he lifted the sheet slightly and called, "Night pretty creature.


End Part Two