"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