"Igor and the Frankenprick, Chapter One" By Jay Roberts Gay Sci Fi/Fantasy
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Enough time has passed for me to reveal the Byzantine events of that year 1999, and the strange tale of the Frankensteins.
As I dragged my heavy footlocker up the steps of St._______ (I wish to protect that college and dormitory) I never dreamed of what adventures would befall me in the weeks to come, nor the amazing fellow student who would shared my quarters, and together we might challenge the concept of life and death.
I knocked, a youthful voice invited me in. I held the heavy door with a foot and puled my trunk in an kicked it ahead so that it sat just inside.
"What's in that coffin," the occupant asked.
Before replying I studied him. He was a tall chap, perhaps six feet six. His long face showed humor and intelligence and I felt comfortable immediately and held out my hand. "Igor Brownly here." I offered.
He immediately fell into a spasm of laughter and rolled around on his lower bunk bed. I stared at him . "What?"
"It's just that I am John Franken."
"So?"
"Formerly Frankenstein, and you're Igor. Get it!" and he resume his guffaws
"Well," I said huffily, "It may sound foreign but I am named after an illustrious grandfather and..."
"As am I. Perhaps you have heard of my grandfather, Dr Frankenstein?"
"Oh sure. Now don't tell me that you are here for pre-med?"
"Actually, yes, but I don't expect that will reach the brilliance of my grandpa, I'm a no body," and he began his breathless laughing.
It was pretty funny and I forced a few giggles and began opening my coffin, I mean trunk, and starting hanging up my clothes into the other empty armoire.
"You sure have a lot of clothes, you'll never wear. Here one can get along with shorts and slides. Jackets only when the proctor has a tea."
I noted his incredibly long legs coming out of his very short shorts. They were very nice, somewhat fuzzy with light hair and well shaped. I felt a buzzy feelig starting in my groin and applied myself diligently to hanging the remaining clothes.
I turned to see John staring at me with an amused expression on his face. "You are gay, aren't you?"
Without thinking I replied, "Somewhat."
"What does that mean, only your dick?"
I blushed.
He purred at me, "Charming, you are all red." Then appraising me he said quietly, "You are a good looking bloke, wide shoulders and narrow waist. What size?"
"Six and a half inches," I replied and then realized my mistake.
"Thanks for the information but I would have seen for myself. No I meant your waist. I would say thirty inches."
"Twenty nine."
"Lovely," he said, "Do you mind being a top?"
Then seeing my confusion, he added, "I mean the top bunk."
"Oh, I am comfortable with both."
"You mean being a top or a bottom or sleeping on the top bunk? You are a confusing lad but with that curly blond hair, I forgive you."
The rest of the day was a blur of orientations, filling out questionnaires and struggling to get lecture assignments. I returned to the dorm exhausted. John was asleep. I leaned over him and peered at his face, he looked so innocent, not the sophisticated Holmesian type of earlier. Oh, he had a nice erection with the head peeking out of the bottom of one shorts leg.
I turned and was about to lie on my bed when John awoke. "Hey Iggie, you ready for supper."
"Yes, I suddenly realized that I was so involved with the registration process that I forgot my stomach."
"Yes, but I bet it is unforgettable."
Damn it, I blushed hotly again.
"I can't stand your cuteness." He sprang out of bed and grabbed me around the neck and placed his surprisingly full lips against mine and soundly kissed me. His held the kiss a long time until I sagged slightly and moved tightly against him.
"Excellent response. Let's save it for tonight. Oh blessed day, this is going to be an excellent fulfilling, er perhaps draining, year." he pinched my arse and went to the little kitchen area. "Pour us a drink from the bar in the corner whilst I cook us a feast."
This was unexpected. I thought we were going to the caf‚ and eat it's nondescript faire there.
Reading my thoughts, he said, "Stay away from the caf‚. It's peopled by dull straight boys."
His bar was stocked with six bottles of the same brand of gin. That made it easy. "Is gin okay?" I asked over my shoulder.
"Let me think," he said, rattling pots as he grabbed ingredients from the shelf. "That'll be fine. I don't like to be fickle. If I find a drink I like, I stay with it." He winked at me.
"As for me, I think I'll have something on the rocks, gin I guess."
"An excellent choice. I have decided to make a penis dinner."
"What's that?" and as I turned to look at him he held up one of the foot long franks.
He waggled it at me. "This reminds me of Wally, my first. Smooth, long and reddish."
"Was he an Indian?" I asked, I hoping to be clever.
"Actually he was, but not an American Indian, an East Indian. They often have similar colored pricks."
"You are quite the anatomy expert."
"Comes directly from my ancestor. Wait!" Now holding up a large dinner size hot dog he said, "This is thick but not as long. I shall call this one Greg, after my prep school mate," then thoughtfully he added, "It doesn't do him justice. Do you like your buns warmed?"
"I would say yes, if it's not too much trouble."
"No trouble at all, I shall do my best later."
The quick, thrown together dinner was excellent. These were truly excellent franks and the gin we sipped added to the fun. We talked away, happy to have found each other to help ease the cold academic world.
I must have been tired. I didn't offer to clean up which I ought to have. Instead I announced abruptly that I was very sleepy and I was turning in right then. John nodded and I walked to the bed and without thinking lay on the bottom bunk and fell asleep at once.
I woke up just as a ray of sunlight fell over my eyes. I glanced at the clock on the bedside and realized two things. One that it was a strange clock and that I was in John's bed and second that it was five thirty in the morning. I began to get out when I saw John's face, upside down, looking at me from the top bunk.
"It's not bad up here. I found that if I move the mattress I expose a bit of the springs and I had a window down to you. I confess I peeked at bit and had a deuce of a time not wanking off. Fancy one now?"
This boy was incorrigible. I had never met anyone who was so up-front about sex. As he continued to stare at me or rather at my fly, with bright, glinting eyes, I felt my cock going into a morning stiffness and John slid down next to me and cupped it with his warm hands. In a moment he had pulled open the buttons of my jeans and, like a professional whore rolling me he extracted my dick and grasped it in a friendly fashion.
I grew really stiff now and he exclaimed,, "It's alive! It's alive!" and threw up his hands like Colin Clive did, in the movie Frankenstein.
In an instant his mouth was upon my penis, slurping and drooling onto my pubes. It was heavenly. This is my wake up preference from then on. Away with alarm clocks!
Soon it began to feel overwhelmingly good and I was sure I was going to spill over and I wanted to take this intimate time to explore my tall mate. I put the heel of my hand under his chin and pulled upwards. His face came into view, his lips still in that mouth trumpet and wet. He looked hurt, as if a toy had been snatched away.
I answered his questioning brown eyes, and his full eyebrows knitted in concern. "Turn over, I'm dying to kiss your back. It was an unusual announcement but he docilely settled himself beside me on his stomach. I looked over the vast expanse of his perfect back. It was flawless, and big as a parking lot. It seemed like an acre or more of delicious flesh. Just my looking at it and making sounds of admiration caused dear little goose flesh to travel up and down.
Next I began at his neck, just below his perfectly widow-peaked hairline. My lips heated up from my own passion and my tongue left saliva gifts as I moved downward. He moaned as I traversed his spine and ended up at base, decorated with a fine show of fuzz. Then I looked at his perky ass, two muscular mounds with handsome big dimples on each side. Now I could see his hole, it was puckered and ringed with hair. The lips were red and now seemingly kissing the air.
He turned his head to the side so he could see me. "Would you consider a fast fuck? It would be the ultimate handshake."
I was taken aback. I was not experienced in this sort of sex but his way of making everything open made me feel comfortable, besides I was painfully erected and something would have to be done about it.
I rubbed his pucker. He began to sweat along his spine and pushed his ass up toward my finger in a greedy, cute way, I lifted his hips and slowly pulled him into a position so that he was resting on his elbows and knees.
Now my target was before me. I pushed the head of my cock just inside his hot hole. He liked that. "Babe, you are the hottest thing that has come my way in a long time. Now I'm not made of fine china, fuck me hard."
I put a hand on each side of his waist to get steady and slide the rest of my shaft into the hot passage. He let out a long "wooop." of surprise and feeling. I smiled, perhaps an evil smile for I had control now of this clever strong willed boy.
I don't know what came over me, but out of affection or crazy wild spirits I slapped his ass really hard. There was a red pulsing hand print left behind. He jumped and howled from the effect but then he began a murmuring of mindless pleasure as he gave himself to my will.
I reared back and shoved my trunk forward again and again. My body was fucking like a pile driver and he seemed to love it. He had that ability to suppress his natural superiority to achieve sexual pleasure.
Soon I could feel the area below his ass hole expanding and in a moment his ring squeezed my cock and began undulating around my prick shaft. My eyes rolled upwards and my body felt drugged and out of my control of it. My cock seemed to draw inward and then pushed out very stiff. I let out of mighty spirt. John cried out as he fel it hosing his insides.
His hips were fucking the bed below him and I could smell the large load he was expelling. I continued spurting until I fell on his wet back.
"How clever of you to mess up MY bed. Next time we do it up on yours. Now scramble off, we are late for class.
End Part One
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