Dangerous Desire by Robert S. Costic
Robert Costic has written a collection of fairy tales, "Flamethrower Fairy Tales," and a novella, "Kepler's Revenge," and has also translated the 19th century German writer Theodor Storm's fairy tales and ghost stories. All are available as ebooks everywhere.
"Good genes, a little luck, and just taking care of myself," Ted replied when his identical twin daughters Lange and Lonnie asked him how he managed to stay so old. They didn't actually give a fuck, though. It was his 100th birthday and they were furious. For decades they patiently waited for him to die so that they could inherit his massive fortune, which included inter alia his mansion, yacht, ponies, and collection of rare, erotic Chinese porcelain figurines. They were now in their 70s themselves, well into old age, and all they could do was resent all those years they could've been partying with Ted's money had Ted been decent enough to die earlier.
Desperate to remedy to this situation, Lange and Lonnie devised a scheme to hasten their father's demise, and they turned to an important piece of information their father had given them. Decades ago, after their mother had died from cancer, Ted confessed to them that well into his marriage he realized he was gay but had not acted on it for the sake of the family. Since then Ted had not discussed his sexuality but seemed to lead a life of quiet celibacy. He never talked to his daughters about dating, who he found attractive, or anything else of the sort. The erotic porcelain was the only clue at all that he still harbored any sexual feelings.
The daughters, though, decided that they would use his 100th birthday to help him fulfill what they imagined he must have desired: a sexual encounter with a beautiful man. And more importantly, they hoped that such a tryst, particularly if it were especially arousing and physically demanding, would finally overwhelm the old man's feeble body and lead to his death. They hired a prostitute -- a giant, powerfully built bull of a man -- and told him in no uncertain terms exactly what they wanted from him. "If he doesn't die," Lange said, "we'll pay you $1,000, but if he does we'll pay you $20,000."
"Do you really think it will work?" asked the man, who went by the name Jack.
"We hope so," Lange said. "Years ago his doctor advised against even keeping a dog because he was afraid the dog would make Ted trip and fall. If a little trip and fall can be dangerous to him, you can surely do a lot more."
"And once," Lonnie added, "he passed out while trying to shop for groceries at the local supermarket. He's had someone deliver groceries to him since."
"He's an old, weak man," Lange concluded. "He just needs a little push, and he'll be done."
On the evening of the party the two sisters visited Ted at his home and threw a little party. It was just the three of them -- there were no other relatives, and all of Ted's friends were either dead or in nursing homes -- but they served a delectable meal full of steak and wine and topped off with a huge birthday cake.
"It was really nice of you to come over and celebrate," Ted said with a yawn.
"Oh well we still haven't given you your birthday present yet," Lange said.
"For your 100th we wanted to make it really memorable," Lonnie added.
"Where is it?" Ted asked, looking around the table dining room.
"Actually, it's in your bedroom," Lange said.
"My bedroom?"
"We don't need to join you," Lonnie said. "When you're ready just check it out."
With eyebrows Ted finished his cake, and when he was ready he shuffled out of his chair and slowly made his way from the dining room to the grand foyer and then up the stairs to the master bedroom. When he peeled open the bedroom door he saw lying on the bed the massively powerful Jack, clad in a colorful tank top and short shorts so tight his clothing looked as if his muscles would tear them to shreds if he dared flex.
"What's this?" Ted asked.
"I'm your birthday present," Jack replied with a smile. "Your girls hired me for the night to give you a little entertainment."
"Did they?" Ted smiled and entered the room. "What will those girls think of next? Anyway, so what were you thinking of?"
"Hmm... How about you sit in this chair here. I'll give you a little lap dance, and we'll see where things go from there."
"Okie dokie," Ted said and shuffled into the chair.
Jack got up and went to the nearby audio system to put on some music with a soft trance beat. He then strutted to Ted and, keeping to the beat, presented his butt and shifted it from one side to the other, essentially waving it in the old man's happy face.
"Like that?" Jack asked.
"You bet I do," Ted said.
Jack wiggled his butt a little faster and a little closer to Ted, and then he glided it above and around his lap. "Is it okay if I sit on you?" Jacked asked, and when Ted assented he did so. Jack could feel Ted's small, stiff penis poking in his pants as he began to grind into Jack's lap.
"That's right," Ted said. "Yeah, I like that. Mmmm..."
"You can take my shorts off if you like," Jack said, grabbing Ted's frail, weak hands with his large, powerful ones and guiding them to his crotch. Once there, Ted felt the large bulge of Jack's genitalia sitting in his shorts. With Jack still grinding into him, Ted undid the button and then the zipper. The penis flopped out, and Ted began to pump it. It easily grew stiff, although, unbeknownst to Ted that was due mostly to medication Jack had ingested earlier.
"Wow, what a big dick," Ted said. "I'd love to have that in me."
"Yeah?" Jack asked, genuinely startled for a moment before recollecting himself. "How do you like my ass?"
"I love it, too," Ted said. "Your whole body is beautiful."
"You haven't even taken my shorts off all the way yet."
So Ted began to shuffle the shorts down, and Jack slipped them down the rest of the way. His ass now fully exposed, he went back to work grinding into Ted, working more and more emphatically.
"Oh yeah," Ted said. "So hot." And then Ted guided the ass up, spit on the sphincter, and proceeded to vigorously tongue it. Jack was once again surprised, but as he let Ted enjoy himself Jack found himself ever so slightly aroused by Ted's moves. This was a man who knew what he was doing. Ted's face virtually disappeared between the two large, steel-strength orbs of flesh, his tongue journeying ever deeper inside the tender hole.
Jack swung around the presented his dick to Ted's face. "You have a good mouth, there," Jack said. "Think you can suck on that?" He slapped it back and forth across Ted's face.
"Oh yeah, face fuck me," Ted said. He slurped up the dick and let Jack pound into his face. He showed no mercy. His whole, powerful body thrust against Ted as he forced his dick down his throat. He grabbed the back of Ted's wrinkly, half-hairless head and pushed it against his crotch so that his entire penis was now inside his mouth and down his throat. Ted gagged and involuntarily emitted spit, but Jack didn't stop. He kept pounding away, fucking his mouth as violently as he could muster, but after doing this for a long time he surmised that Ted was not only surviving this but thoroughly enjoying it, moaning in the manner of a man in ecstatic delirium.
Jack finally withdrew his dick and said, "Wanna fuck?"
"Of course!" Ted said.
"Take your clothes off and get on the bed," Jack ordered. As Ted did so Jack took off his shirt, revealing the particulars of his massive physique, which contrasted starkly with Ted's withered, emaciated body. Ted for his part was totally undeterred, lying on his stomach and waving his bony butt invitingly in the air. Jack put a condom on, lubricated Ted's asshole, and unceremoniously jammed his dick inside of him.
"Oh my God, Yes!" Ted screamed. "Fuck me! Stretch out my hole."
So Jack now pounded his asshole with even more violence than his mouth. He wrapped his log-thick arms around Ted's torso, squeezing him and holding him in place. The tiny, old man almost disappeared beneath this powerful animal. Each of Jack's biceps was itself bigger than Ted's head. Each ab was bigger than Ted's hand.
Jack raised himself up, grabbing both of Ted's shoulders with his hands to keep his torso raised as he drilled into that ass. The bed itself hit rhythmically against the wall, and its wooden beam construction seemed to scream with pain at the powerful forces that contended with it. Ted screamed, too, but his screams were screams of true ecstasy, of someone in the midst of a wild joy.
This went on for some time. Jack actually worked up a sweat. He found that this was turning into a cardiovascular exercise he was poorly equipped to master as a bodybuilder, and Ted meanwhile did not seem even remotely tired. But then in the fury of all this fucking Jack did something he didn't even realize could be within the realm of possibility. He came. Great wallops of cum spurted out of him, expressed by Jack himself in the last great thrusts he made into Ted. Spurt after spurt erupted from his dick, each sapping a little more energy from him, and although he tried to keep fucking the rhythm of his thrusts slowed. When it seemed like he would finally stop altogether Ted asked, "Have you ever fisted someone?"
"Fisted?" Jack said.
But before he could say more Ted continued, "I have Crisco in the closet. I'd love to have you fist me."
Jack withdrew his dick from Ted's anus and saw a hole already quite large and tender from all the violence done to it. Jack could plainly look into the hole at Ted's anal cavity. "I think I'm done," Jack said.
"That's all right," Ted said. "We don't have to fist. I'm just happy to have you inside me."
"No, I mean, I think I'm done done," Jack said. "I'm going to go home."
"Home? What's wrong? Was it a turn-off?"
"No. That's not it." Jack pulled off his cum-filled condom and reached for his clothing, but once he had them in hand he turned and looked at Ted, who was still lying naked on the bed. "I... hmm." He was at a loss for words.
"What?" Ted asked. "You can't keep up with an old man who just had his 100th birthday?"
"I guess not," Jack said sheepishly. "It's just... well..." and in fits and starts he confessed to Ted how Lange and Lonnie conspired to kill him with sex.
Ted just laughed. "Is that right? Those girls obviously don't know me very well. They must think all I do is watch TV and sleep. I get around. In fact, some day I should show you the sex dungeon I keep in the basement. Anyway, thank you for expressing so much candor. It's given me an idea. Consider it and let me know if you're interested."
Jack was interested all right, and soon the idea was put into practice. First, Ted wanted to make sure that Jack was telling the truth, so he asked Jack to tell the girls that he was dead. That wasn't hard to do. Lange and Lonnie were still downstairs in the dining room, eating cake and playing cards. They were waiting for Jack to deliver them news, and when he emerged and told them that Ted had a heart attack and died they cackled with laughter.
"That's great!" Lange said.
"Thank you so much!" Lonnie said.
At which point Ted jumped out -- or at least shuffled out as quickly as he could to elicit a surprise -- and said, "Get out of here, you lying, conspiring, evil bitches! I never want to see your ugly, scheming faces ever again!"
From then on Ted hired Jack to be his personal servant. Sometimes they had sex. Sometimes they had sex parties. And when Ted finally died a few years later the identical twin sisters Lange and Lonnie discovered to their horror that Ted had changed his will so that Jack inherited everything. The sisters sued but lost the case.