I had just finished my evening meal and put everything away when I heard a knock at my door. I looked out the peephole and saw a handsome older woman standing there looking very uncomfortable. Since I live in a Senior Independent Apartment, almost all of the people I see are older. As I looked at her standing there fidgeting and looking around, I decided I'd see what she wanted. I quickly pulled on my shorts that I kept by the door and opened it.

"May I help you?" I asked to a startled face.

"Uh - I'm looking for the man who helped my husband with his keys a couple of weeks ago" she started. "I was expecting someone much younger," she added. "Oh! - - - not that you're old but - - - -" she trailed off realizing she was making a mess of this conversation.

"I helped a man just down the hall when he dropped his keys," I answered, "and I AM old," I said with a smile. "I'm Ed. Won't you come in?"

She stepped in the door way but kept it open. "He asked me to come see if you could help him again," she said and looked behind her to see if anyone was watching.

Of course I realized that a man in his eighties, standing in nothing but a pair of tiny gym shorts was not what she was expecting and she was very embarrassed to be talking to me and didn't want anyone to see her standing in my door.

"Let me get a shirt and I'll come see if I can help your husband with his problem," I said. "I'll be down in a few minutes," I added so she would feel free to go back to their apartment alone and not be seen walking down the hall with me. I pulled on a polo shirt and slipped into my sandals, got my keys and walked to the door. I stepped outside my apartment, locked the door, and walked the short distance to the apartment and knocked on the door.

"Come in," she said as she opened the door. "He's in the bedroom through there."

I started to mention that I knew where the bedroom was but then realized that he hadn't told her about anything except dropping his keys and me picking them up and unlocking his door for him. He hadn't told her that I gave him an enema and a hand-job. I walked to the bedroom and saw him in his wheel chair, looking out the window. I walked over to where he was and saw a man with a worried look on his face.

"What can I do to help? I'm Ed, by the way, we didn't introduce ourselves when I was last here" I said to the troubled man.

"Hello, Ed. I'm Frank," he said and then became very serious. "Gloria is leaving for the evening to play bridge, and I was wondering if you'd help me with my shower. I can't bathe by myself and I remembered that you said you'd be glad to help. If you don't want to I understand."

"Of course, Frank, I'd be very glad to help with your shower."

Gloria got her purse and gave an awkward smile, thanked me, and slipped out the door. I could hear her key in the door and then silence.

"So you need a shower?" I said to break the silence. "I give a great shower," I added because Frank seemed a bit hesitant to say anything.

"Yes, I need a shower, but could I have an enema first?" he asked quietly.

"Of course. Do you want a warm soapy one?" I asked as I stepped to the bathroom to get the equipment ready.

"I think a plain one will do," he said. "I'm not blocked up. I just want an enema for - - -," he hesitated.

"You just want and enema because enemas are nice," I said and turned on the water to get it to the right temperature. "I'm going to add salt to the water so you can hold it in longer."

I got everything ready and took it into the bedroom. I helped him onto the bed and onto his left side. I pulled his pants and boxers off and reached for the lube. I remembered that he had enjoyed the lube around his tight opening so I massaged it longer than I normally would have. After a bit of moaning from Frank, I inserted my finger and twisted it around to be sure lube was spread against the soft lining of his rectum. I began to pull it out and he reached around and held my hand so that my finger was captured in his butt hole. I twisted it around again and then pushed it in and out for a bit, glad he was enjoying the process. Then I removed my finger and inserted the nozzle. I pushed it in and out for his enjoyment and then turned the warm water to a slow flow. I kept on slowly pushing the nozzle in and out and he was able to take the entire enema. I turned off the water flow, removed the nozzle and inserted my finger again. I moved my finger every so slightly. I didn't move it enough to stimulate the flow, but enough that he'd feel the pleasant sensations.

"I've got to go," he said suddenly. I helped him up, put his arm over my shoulder and helped him into the bathroom. He sat and the water flowed out. After several flushes, he was finished. I turned on the water in the shower to warm it up and helped him remove his shirt. I lifted him to a standing position so he could hold on to the cabinet while I opened the shower door. The walk-in shower was large so I decided it would be easier if I removed my shorts and shirt and got in with him. He looked surprised but didn't say anything as I put his arm over my shoulder and helped him into the shower area and to sit on a built-in seat. I adjusted the water to very warm but not too hot and got the hand-held shower head and started at his feet so he could adjust to the warmth of the water. As I brought the spray up his legs I could see that he was no longer as soft as he'd been when I lowered his briefs. I suppose it happens to us all from time to time. I was feeling a bit tingly also. He took in a quick breath as the water flowed over his cock and glanced at me and quickly looked away. I sprayed the rest of his body and then put the spray back in the holder. I got the soap and a cloth and began to wash his back and hips. He seemed to enjoy it and moved his shoulders toward me when I washed that part. I took the cloth over his shoulder and began washing his upper chest and pecs. He looked up at me with a puzzling stare.

"You're not queer are you?" he asked. Then looked away quickly.

"I lived a straight life until my late sixties and then I had a few adventures to see what the others were enjoying. I suppose I'd have to say that I'm just a sexual person and not go by any label. Sex is sex and I don't think it is particularly important about the gender. What about you?"

"I'd say - - - - I don't know what to say - - - - I don't know what I think - - - - I've been wondering a lot lately - - - - - after that enema you gave me - - - - ," he stammered.

"That was a nice enema that turned into a nice hand-job and I don't consider that queer," I said as I washed his lower chest and belly.

"But it was two men doing - - - ," he argued.

"It was two men, yes, and you became aroused from the enema and I helped you with it. We didn't make love," I stated. "I used to think that was gay but not any more. Now I consider it meeting a need that isn't being met any other way."

"It was certainly a need met," he answered and took the wash cloth from me and turned me around and washed my butt and upper thighs. Then he turned me back around and dropped the cloth and began washing my belly and pubes with his soapy hands. I felt my cock respond and that was all he needed. He took my dick into his hands and washed it carefully including my balls and between my legs. When I didn't object, he began to slowly side his hand up and down my cock and reached down and took his own erection in his hand and began to jack us both.

"You okay with this?" he asked with a husky voice. "Want me to stop?"

"I'm fine with it. It's very nice and feels great," I answered. "But I know something better." I got the spray and washed the soap from us both and then reached for the hair conditioner. I took his hand and added a dollop.

"This is much better for a lube. The soap tends to dry out the skin and this is very slick and makes it feel smooth and soft afterwards," I said. I took a dollop and reached for his cock. He gasped as my hand wrapped around his throbbing hardness and he reached for mine. We continued to slowly jack each other gradually building the speed as the sensuousness built. We were both lost to the glory of sexual pleasure and had no idea how long we continued to enjoy each other's hands. After a while I could tell that he was breathing heavier and so was I. I could feel the beginning of the orgasm building. Soon we were pumping with great speed and heavy breathing. Suddenly he grabbed his cock out of my hand into his and with a few speedy strokes, he quickly reached his orgasm moaning and twisting about on the shower bench. I felt the surge of pleasure rush all over my body and I shivered and twisted around as the overwhelming ecstasy swept over my whole body as the explosion hit. Our pumping hands gradually slowed down and eventually we were holding our limp cocks as our breathing returned to normal. We were very still and quiet for a long time until I finally got the spray, washed the conditioner from Frank's groin and hands and then myself. I turned off the water, got a towel and dried Frank's and then my body. I put his arm over my shoulder, lifted and he stood. Naked together, we walked to his bed and helped him sit.

"Do you need help getting into - - -?" I began.

"I'm going to sleep nude tonight. I just need help getting under the sheet," was his answer. I helped him get into bed and added pillows behind his head so he could be semi-upright. I lifted the sheet and he took it and placed it across his stomach leaving his upper body exposed.

"Need anything else, Frank?" I asked as I began to put on my clothes.

"Are you sure that's not queer?" he asked. "It seemed kind of queer to me."

"Well, I don't consider it queer, but you may have your own opinion. I think it's just two men with normal sexual needs which, by the way, are very natural, doing what it takes naturally to relieve that need. It doesn't mean I wouldn't have sex with a woman if that opportunity happened. It just means that we helped each other get rid of a couple of hard-on." I laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "Want a hug?" I asked and he nodded.

He grabbed me in a strong hug and held on for a long time.

"Gloria and I haven't had sex for many years. She lost interest when menopause changed her. You made me feel okay with what we just did. I hope you will help me shower again sometime. I might need it on a regular basis," he suggested, and laughed with a relaxed and easy laugh. He was no longer frowning as he had been when I arrived but looked very content and happy.

"Here's my number. Send me a text if you need help again," I added with a wink.

I let myself out and walked with a bounce back to my apartment. I had certainly enjoyed the evening and it was much better than watching something on Netflix. I walked in, locked the door, removed my shorts and threw them in the air, not caring where they landed. I removed my shirt and walked naked to my bedroom. I brushed my teeth, smiled at the naked man in the mirror and headed for bed. I didn't even need a shower before bed. "I'll sleep soundly tonight", I thought, as I stretched out on my bed and closed my eyes.