Ed had just moved into a new Independent Senior apartment complex from his family home in which he had lived for nearly fifty years. He wanted to make the move and down size before his two sons and daughter decided to move him somewhere he didn't want to be. He had heard many horror stories from his older friends who had been put in places they didn't like. He hadn't met anyone yet and didn't particularly care. Getting used to the big move was taking all his time and effort and he was enjoying the sudden change he was experiencing. It seem to give him a new attitude and he liked being so independent.

He had chosen a one bedroom apartment with hardwood floors, open plan living room, dining area, and kitchen, and a nice sized bedroom with a large bathroom with a nice walk in shower. It was everything he needed and he was glad to be rid of the big old house with all the tired, well-used furniture. The new apartment was a long way from the main entrance lobby and offices. He had to walk down several halls and corners which caused him to walk a good distance each day to check the mailbox or to the office if he had business there. He had accepted the apartment no one else wanted because it was so far and would cause him to exercise whether he wanted to or not.

He was walking down the hall at a good pace when he saw a door ahead of him open and a much younger man stepped out. The man stopped and waited until Ed got close. He looked Ed over and introduced himself as Martin. They mentioned the weather and Ed started to walk on to the mail room.

"On your way back by, knock on the door and we can talk some more, or - - - - something," Martin suggested with a wicked smile.

"Not today," Ed said, and walked on. He didn't like the insinuation that Martin used when he paused and added "something." He got his mail and returned back down the hall when Martin stepped out again and stood in Ed's way.

"I'm sorry," he began. "My humor isn't understood by many people and I hope I haven't offended you."

"I'm not offended, but I am in a hurry to get back to the apartment since I left my dinner in the oven and I don't want it to overbake," he explained and walked on. He realized that he had changed his opinion of Martin somewhat and didn't feel as threatened as he had at first.

Ed walked back into his apartment, put his mail down, and went into his bedroom to remove his shorts and t-shirt. He loved the freedom of being nude when at home and all the perks that went with it. If he wanted to play with it, it was there available. After his dinner was over, he cleaned the kitchen and went into his bedroom, checked his email, and texts, and then went into the bathroom, got his enema equipment out and stood looking at his naked reflection in the mirror. He smiled as he saw an old man looking back while he ran the water to get it warm. He then added a shake or two of soda, stirred it and lubed the nozzle. He lubed his finger, lifted his right leg up on the clothes hamper and reached around and circled his sphincter muscle enjoying the erotic sensations. He slipped his finger just inside and circled around, touching all the nerve endings. He usually massaged his prostate gland but this time, he removed his finger and inserted the long nozzle and let it slide across the sensitive area instead. He let the water begin flowing and loved the feeling as the warm water began to fill him. There was something so sensuous about this lovely process that he often did several more bags after he felt cleared out. When the last bag had emptied into him, he got down on his hands and knees and let the warm water seep deeply into him. He stayed in that position for a long time and then sat on the commode and let the water flow. He was so relaxed that he didn't jack off like he usually did. He put the equipment away and watched his favorite Netflix programs, got sleepy and went to bed. As he lay there in his new bedroom, he smiled and felt that he had certainly made the right decision to move and loved where he was.

The next morning as he was drinking his second cup of coffee, he heard a knock on his door and was very surprised since he didn't know anyone and wasn't expecting a package. He looked out the peep hole and saw Martin standing there smiling. He grabbed his gym shorts that he kept handy to answer the door, pulled them on, and opened the door.

"Hi, Ed. I sneakily followed you the other day and found out which was your apartment. I hope you don't mind."

"Hi, Martin. Come on in. Sorry, but I'm not dressed for company," Ed explained as he realized he was almost naked.

"Looks good to me, Ed, but your tag is on the outside. Next time you quickly pull on your shorts, be more careful." He laughed and walked in looking all around. "I know about pulling on shorts because that's what I do when someone knocks on my door."

"Would you like some coffee?" Ed asked to change the subject.

"Love some," he said and walked to an abstract painting and admired it. "I like your modern furniture and decorations. Quite unexpected."

Ed handed him the coffee and they sat in the living area. There was a short silence as the two men sipped their coffee. Ed decided to let Martin lead the conversation since he had invited himself in.

"Okay, Ed, I'm not one to be subtle so I'll just say my say and hope you'll be understanding. I don't like to waste time hinting and trying to sound somebody out by asking leading questions. I saw you walking down the hall and immediately felt like I had to know you better. That's why I stopped you and introduced myself. Kind of like love at first sight. After you walked on, I wanted to be near you and get to know you better. I don't usually pursue a man like this but I felt compelled to." He stopped talking for a moment and looked Ed straight in the eyes.

"I'm old enough to be your father, Martin. What could you possible see attractive in me?" Ed asked a bit uncomfortable with the way this conversation was headed.

"That's what so caught my eye. I've always been attracted to older men and your quick pace, tall slender body and white hair and beard were exactly what I've always dreamed of. When I think of my ideal man, it fits you exactly."

"But you don't know what I'm really like. You're just going by looks," Ed explained, admitting to himself that he was flattered by Martin's interest.

"That's why I'm here. I want to know you better. And seeing you in your little gym shorts, has only added to my interests," Martin said with a wink and that wicked smile.

"I'm not gay, Martin. I have grown children, grand-children and a great-grandson." Ed explained.

"I don't care, Ed. I think we men are very sexual animals and were meant to have many partners and enjoy sex as often as possible. I think it is society and religion that has tried to create marriage and having sex with only one female when it isn't what is natural for men. And our cocks don't care what is stimulating them. You were married so you know what sex with a woman is like and you know what masturbating is like and yet they are very different but each gives you wonderful orgasms. A man can enjoy a woman, his hand, or another man and still have great orgasms. I hate labels."

Ed sat and thought about what Martin had just said and realized that this talk of sexual things had aroused him a bit and he hoped he didn't get hard and show in his little shorts.

"Okay, some of what you just said made sense to me, but I have never thought of sex with a man. Well - - - - - - I have to admit that I've wondered what it would be like but never enough to think of doing anything about it. Just curious about it like I've been curious about what two women do to have sex together," Ed explained more to himself than to Martin.

"I guess you're right," Ed agreed and felt his erection growing as he thought of the joys of jacking off with his brother. He needed to move to give room for his growing excitement but he couldn't or Martin would see his erection.

"Yet this talk with me has aroused you so it must have some kind of appeal." Martin said in a matter of fact way.

"I - - - uh - - - " Ed stammered.

"I could see the head of your cock peeking out of your shorts and then it got bigger and showed more," Martin said and laughed in a friendly manner.

"Oh my - - - -God," Ed said as he tried to arrange his erection without much luck.

“Don't be embarrassed by a nice hard-on. Be glad you can still get hard. It is a very natural reaction for men and is a sign you're healthy and virile".

“I haven't been sexual with anyone in a long time and I wasn't expecting to again. I - - - ”, he began but didn't know how to finish.

"Ed, lets masturbate and enjoy what men can do for pleasure. I'm hard and you're hard. That shows that this is normal and what cocks are made for," Martin said and didn't wait for an answer. “Our cocks know exactly what they want and demand it.” He unzipped his pants, reached in and released his rapidly growing hard-on and began to jack off as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Ed sat frozen with indecision but his cock knew what it wanted and began to throb and push against the fabric of the shorts. After a moment, Ed's hands moved to the shorts, slipped inside and pulled the demanding cock to freedom and began to slowly slide the skin up and down. After a bit, he lowered the shorts and kicked them off. The freedom he felt added to the pleasure of the jacking and he realized that he was caught up in the sensuousness and loved what was happening. Martin removed his clothes and the two men sat and watched each other enjoying themselves for a long time.

"This is nice," Martin muttered. "This is wonderful in fact."

"Yes it is very nice," Ed admitted. Then without making a conscious decision, he moved over by Martin and took his cock in his hand and was amazed at how nice it felt to jack someone else. Of course Martin grabbed Ed's cock and began to jack it to match the rhythm. After a bit of jacking, Martin leaned over and let his tongue circle the head of Ed's erection and Ed gasped from the shock of pleasure. When the lips closed around the head, he gasped again and mumbled, "Oh God!" Soon Martin was sucking on Ed's cock with practiced skill and Ed was writhing and moving and his breathing was getting faster and louder. He was jacking Martin as fast as his hands would move and lost to the overpowering feelings taking over his thoughts and being as he felt sensation after sensation of pleasure surge through his body and give him shivers of delight. He realized that he was no longer able to stand the pleasure and the orgasm swept over him as he screamed out and felt the hot cum shoot into Martin's mouth over and over and over. Martin kept sucking until Ed couldn't stand it any longer and pulled himself out of Martin's mouth and fell back on the sofa. He realized that his hand was covered with hot cum and that Martin must have exploded at the same time. The two men lay motionless for a long time, letting their bodies come back to normal from the sexual heights where they had been.

When Ed's breathing became normal and his heart no longer racing, he became aware of where he was and what had just happened. Instead of guilt or worry or any other feeling, he felt very satisfied and fulfilled and content. He rose, cleaned himself with a warm damp towel and the took one in and cleaned Martin's sexy body. It had all happened so quickly and spontaneously that he hadn't had a chance to realize that Martin was very well built but with a "dad body".

"I think he must be younger than my youngest son," Ed thought as he admired Martins nakedness. "I think I could learn to enjoy this very much."

The Big Move had been a grand success on every level and Ed knew his life had changed for the better forever.