Victor

Leo lived in an old singlewide next door to Rose. He and his wife had moved in a few years ago after having sold their home to finance her illness. She had died, leaving him a pauper within a few days of Rose's husband's fatal stroke. Leo had no car or savings and subsisted on only his social security. His only asset was a still functional cock, and that made him unique among the single men in the park. Leo had respected a proper mourning period before hitting on the old and flabby, but relatively wealthy Rose. She wasn't a particularly good lay, but she was an excellent cook. Three good meals a week, plus leftovers and the occasional use of her Oldsmobile were enough to make it worthwhile fucking her once a week.

Rose didn't mind the situation, as her late husband had been virile right uo until his death, and even at seventy she couldn't imagine life without sex. Rose's bitch with the arrangement was one of procedure. Leo was adequate in the sack, and always able to give her a half hour ride and ring her bell, but he was slow to get it up. He had suggested a little lip service to help things along, and she had reluctantly agreed. Once he was ready to rock and roll he wouldn't mount her in the classic face to face position until she brushed her teeth and gargled, as he didn't like his mouth being that close to hers, given where it had just been. When she got back he was soft again and she had to start from scatch. In her younger years she would straddle a partner as he lay face up, but her hips and knees were shot now and she hurt like hell if they did it like that. His solution was to mount her from behind, like a dog or barnyard animal, but she found that demeaning. She had suggested a prescription for Viagra, but he swore that he didn't need it nor could he afford it.

Rose had obtained some from one of her girlfriends and they had tried it. He was awesome under its' influence, and she like being face to face with a man again. He kept his eyes closed the whole time, which was a little insulting to Rose, and he complained of a headache afterwards so they only used it about once a month. The truth was, Rose wasn't much to look at anyway. Her once full breasts sagged down on her chest like empty hot water bottles, and her flabby arms and face repulsed him. He wasn't much better: His once proud cock was now at the mercy of his blood pressure medication and whatever condition his prosate happened to be in at the minute, and his balls were mere shadows of what they had once been. He was nearly bald and his once-hard body had gone to seed.

They had been carrying on this way for over a year. and it would have continued this way if Fred, who lived across the street in an oppulent doublewide, hadn't needed bypass surgery.

Fred's wife, Nadine was a loopy valium junky who couldn't cope alone, so she called her daughter, a forty-five year old grass widow who had invested heavily in Dow Corning to stay with her while Fred was in the hospital. Doreen was an immediate hit in the park. She was quite a bit younger than the other residents, but she fit right in with their easy going, laid back, lifestyle. She accompanied her mother to Monday night bingo, and politely ignored the references that all of the dead peckers made about her artificial teats, which although weren't bad, were nowhere near Baywatch quality.

Saturday evening was Rose's and Leo's normal time to get their rocks off. It had been a month since the last Viagra, so Rose had purchased one on the black market for Leo. The damn thing didn't work and was a dud, according to him, so she would just have to inflate him the old fashioned way. This time though, Rose led him to the bathroom, removed her dentures, and knelt before him. She kept him hard with her hand while washing her mouth out, and led him back to the sack by his cock and had her way with him.

"That was good, honey." Rose complimented him on his performance.

Leo, exhausted, rolled over and farted, then went to sleep.

Monday was bingo night at the park and most of the ladies were regulars. The men would usually gather in the other large room at the hall and drink and watch ball games on the tube.

"Where the hell is Leo tonight?" One of the regulars wanted to know. Leo was well liked at the weekly bullshit sessions and the others overlooked his poverty. He would buy a six-pack of the cheapest beer on sale and then drink someone elses good stuff.

"Beats the shit out of me. He said he would be about an hour late. Maybe he got high-centered on the Widow Porter again." This remark drew a chuckle from the others, as there were few secrets in the park.

"Where's your daughter tonight?" Rose asked Nadine.

"She went to see Fred. She'll be here later."

The bingo game had just started when Rose's hearing aid battery died. Unable to hear the numbers, she decided to walk home and fetch a new one. She was by Fred's new doublewide when she saw a light come on in the bedroom. Always on the alert for prowlers, she approached the window and peeked in.

Doreen lay naked on the bed. Leo, also naked, had his head between her legs. She had a firm grip on Leo's ears and was pulling him into her with the rhythm of her rising pelvis. She released him and he rose and thrust his cock, engorged by the purloined Viagra, into her. He lay there pounding away like a rutting teenager, his skinny neck lodged between the silicone mountains on her chest. His lust was so great that he spent himself in just five minutes.

Rose's voyeurism turned to shame, and then anger at the two-timing rat as she hurried home to search through her storage shed.

And that is the short explanation as to why Leo was found the next morning face down on the patio table on Fred's deck. His antique balls had been forced down through the umbrella hole and were destroyed by the bail of the Victor Rat Trap clamped around his scrotum, and a red lipstick caricature of a rat adorned his bony white ass.