Date: Mon, 12 May 2014 12:52:48 -0400
From: Robert Costic <robertcostic@gmail.com>
Subject: Dangerous Desire

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.

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"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.