Edgar Getz (80, No Family)

(Fair warning, this chapter might be a bit...different from the usual on this site. I'll probably add more to this chapter later, but frankly this was just a scenario stuck in my head and I wanted to get it out.)

Edgar was not a happy camper. He wasn't angry or confused or any of the things you'd think a childless, terminally single old man would be. As an unremarkable, scrawny, wrinkled old man with a slight gut, nothing stood out about him. Simply spending his days in a federal nursing home/hospice going through the motions of existence, he spent his time sleeping, eating, reading books, watching TV and occasionally playing games with the other old folks. All in all, he was resigned and bored.

It wasn't like he'd had anything to look forward to. He'd never been married, had no children or any surviving relatives. Hell, he'd only ever had sex with two women in his life. At this point, his bloodline ended with him.

The really odd thing was the dream he'd had last night. It wasn't scary or surreal or anything like that. It had just been a super clear image for as long as he could remeber. Really a series of words, as though all his being was simly viewing a single statement.

It had said: "Today, an unsuspecting person will be visited by an all-powerful being, who wants to have some fun. This god or trickster will grant that person the ability to alter everything about the world with merely their voice. Whatever they say, becomes the truth."

And just below that, in huge block letters had been:

"That person is, Edgar Getz (80, No Family)."

And then he woke up. He felt like he had spent all night just staring at those words. His eyes tracing the lines and curves of the letters.

He'd had breakfast since then and was sitting in his customary chair, staring out the glass doors at the small lawn and brick wall that surrounded the property.

Figuring he had nothing to lose, Edgar said, "It's raining outside."

Not ten seconds later, dark clouds gathered over the city and it started pouring buckets. It took a few minutes for Edgar to conceive he might have had something to do with that. Deciding to carry it a bit further, Edgar made a more impulsive and rediculous statement.

"Elvis is alive and performing a huge concert in the front lawn right now." Suddenly the King's music stating blaring from nearby outside and Ed heard the cheering of crowds. He tried to sit up and look around, but he wasn't as spry and young as he used to be. He'd figured it couldn't hurt and stated, "I don't feel any aches and pains anymore, I have more energy and am healthy. Also, I have all my teeth again." And it was so. Ed stood up with an ease he hadn't known on decades, running his tongue around the inside of his mouth, he felt his old, crooked chompers back in his gums.

Turning around, he was treated to a mass of people on the front lawn, cheering, singing and dancing while Elvis Presley, the King of Rock and Roll himself gyrated and crooned away in the prime of his life.

Ed hated Elvis. "Elvis gets hit with lightning and the crowds and stage are gone." The deafening crack of thunderbolts rocks the center and blinding flashes light up the front yard. All that's left is a smouldering pile of embers that might have been Elvis and a large circle of blackened grass.

Looking about at his bewildered company, Ed felt generous. More though, he felt like he should start working through a lust he'd felt before he was in his double digits. "All the old women are gone. Nobody finds any changes I make odd or out of place. All the old men can have sex again as much as they want. All women throughout the world above legal age are beautiful for as long as they live. The male to female ratio is one-to-seventeen." Ed took in his surroundings and noticed the female staff were all model-worthy attractive. There was also a lot more of them. "The nursing home is only staffed with women." The male orderlies were replaced with beautiful women instantly. "Women always dress in provocative and skimpy outfits intended to show off their bodies and arouse men." Ed wasn't done yet though. He was really on a role and wanted to start some mayhem. "Public sex is completely normal between old men and beautiful women. Beautiful women love propositioning old men for sex frequently."

Perusing his surroundings now, it looked a lot less like a nursing home, and a lot more like a college girl's dormitory or modeling agency with senior men sprinkled about here and there. Edgar could have just let things progress organically from there, but he wanted to spread the joy quickly and lay down the 'coup de grace'.

"Every time an old man sits down, a woman will immediately start giving him a blowjob. She will not stop until he tells her to or he walks away."

Immediately, the nearest woman to every man turned to him and said something in a questioning tone. Most of the women knelt down in front of the men they were speaking to, but somesimply bent at the waist so far they almost folded themselves in half to face down in the men's laps. Scant minutes later, the air filled with the sounds of rustling cloth, zippers and snaps being undone, followed quickly by slurping, feminine voices and the groans of old men.

A very pretty, early twneties black girl with her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, wearing a cutoff tank-top, tiny daisy dukes and high heeled sandals knelt down smiling in front of him and reached for the fly of his slacks. Seeing his look of shock, she grinned and stated in a sing song tone, "Time to suck some wrinkly dick!"

Eddie never got a protest out, because the moment his erections was out of his pants, the girl breathed 'yeah, that's right' and plunged facedown in his lap, taking him to the hilt and burying her nose in his gray pubes with the first go.

Ed just managed to state in a quavering voice, "Women don't need to breath when giving oral sex." And the girl stayed down where she was, treating his cock to the spectacualr sensation or heat and wetness that was her motuh and the tip of his cock frimly embraced by her constricting throat. As she stayed down, she made swallowing motions that massaged the top of his cock wonderfully and ran her tongue expertly around the meat in her mouth. She even poked her tongue past her lips and tickled the top of his wrinkly nutsack.

"Oh fuck." he didn't know how much longer he was going to last. Then again agian, with his new power, how much more fun could he have?