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Len and Albert Ch. 01

By: thorbet



It was early evening and Len sat in the club quietly enjoying his pint. He'd been a member since shortly after Rose had passed away a couple of years earlier and he found he needed company other than his own. It wasn't particularly regal but it was warm, the beer was a good price, and the majority of members were of a similar age to his own.

'Penny for 'em.' said Albert as he plonked himself down at the same table. 

'Oh, hello Bert,' said Len, 'no I was just what-if-ing, you know?'

'Like, what if Arsenal had won the league instead of Man U?'

Len laughed. 'No, nothing as far fetched as that. I was just wondering what I'd be doing now if Rose was still here.'

'Ah,' said Bert, 'that sort of what-if-ing.'

They'd got friendly at the club a few months before although they'd both been members for a similar time. At 73 he was a year older than Len and, because they shared similar interests, he provided a lot of the friendship and company Len needed. 

'It's dangerous to do too much of that you know, I used to a lot after Betty died. I was getting quite depressed then someone suggested joining here. It helped a lot but I still miss her though.'

They chatted easily about their past lives and loves until a burst of cheering from round the corner in the main part of the bar distracted them. They got up to see what had caused it and saw that someone had put a soft-core video in the machine which sometimes happened when there were no women present.

They watched it for a couple of minutes before returning to their beers.

'Dunno what they get so excited about with that stuff,' said Albert, 'I've got much better ones than that at home. Wouldn't bring 'em in here though. Give half this lot a heart attack or apoplexy!'

Len laughed. 'I know what you mean. I've got some as well that Rose and I used to enjoy.'

'Really? Betty never really got into them but I look at them now and again whenever I feel the need.'

Len nodded and the conversation veered off in another direction. After a little while though, Albert leaned towards him conspiratorially and asked in a low voice if there was anything particular type of film he preferred. Len looked at him and asked him what had prompted the question.

'Well, to be frank with you, I've got quite a few now and if there was anything in the sort of line that you might like you'd be welcome to borrow them.' He paused then went on quickly. 'But that's only if you'd like to of course, I wouldn't want to offend you if you thought I was being too forward.' 

'No offence,' said Len, 'and I must admit that after you've seen the same film three or four times it does tend to loose its' thrill.' He went on. 'I suppose the ones that do it for me are older people, the more mature the better, and they must be homemade or amateur. I can't stand professional models who are quite obviously acting. All that "Oohh-ing" and "Aahh-ing" when you know full well it's not real.'

'That's the sort I go for and I've got a few you'd be welcome to borrow sometime if you want.'

'OK,' said Albert, 'that'd be nice, I always like to see new ones.'

They chatted on for a while and enjoyed another beer then Albert said 'Look, if you wanted to pop round now on the way home and get a couple you'd be most welcome.'

They'd long ago discovered they lived three streets apart, Albert in his terraced house and Len in a secure apartment in a newly built retirement home. He'd found living on his own in his old house too stressful and depressing after Rose died.

They set off and ten minutes later Albert ushered Len into his lounge. 

'Fancy another beer?' I've got some cans in the fridge.'

'That'd be nice.' said Len as he sat on the settee.

The beers appeared then Albert went to a cupboard and brought out about thirty dvds.

'Wow,' said Len, 'you have got a quite a collection haven't you.'

He started looking through them and saw that many were blank with handwriting on them. He assumed they were copies from others and asked Albert where he had got them.

'Actually, they're what I've downloaded from the internet and recorded myself. My grandson showed me how to download films – not this kind of course – but I just applied the same process to some of the other sites I look at.'

Len was impressed. 'Blimey,' he said, 'are they any good?'

'Tell you what, I'll put a couple on for you to flick through and see for yourself. They're mainly lots of short films but they are good and I've been able to select what I wanted rather than just taking what I could get.'

He slipped one into the player and sat back in an easy chair at an angle to the settee.

Len watched as the various scenes unfolded, aware of the effect they were having on him. He could feel his penis thickening as he watched although it had to be said that it had been less than flaccid since the conversation turned in the club, and he had been thinking about a solo session in bed that night.

There were several short films in a row featuring mature and in a couple of cases, very mature couples which made him go rigid and in order to lessen his discomfort, he shuffled himself on the seat to try and adjust himself. It didn't work too well though, and a movement in the corner of his eye caused him to glance over to Albert who was openly adjusting his swelling penis from outside his trousers.

Seeing this, Len made no bones about getting himself comfortable knowing that Albert could plainly see him and the bulge in his own trousers. Although he concentrated on the film he was aware that there were some regular gentle movements coming from Albert and in a longer glance he saw that he was gently massaging his bulge through the material.

'There are three or four like this,' he told Len, 'and I've always enjoyed them.'

Len looked over and nodded. Albert smiled at him then turned back to the film but never once stopped his movements or attempted to disguise them. 

Right, thought Len and rested his own hand in his crotch and started doing the same. It felt good, more so because he knew he was being watched and it was exciting that his friend was in the same condition as he was.

The scenes kept changing but mostly showed couples enjoying the sexual activities they were indulging in, then it all changed. It went into a long series of men masturbating and coming, some close ups showing the sperm in detail, some where the men were fully visible and obviously intent on what they were doing. No scene lasted more than about a minute but Len was fascinated. He had often wondered how other men did it or what he looked like himself when he was masturbating, and here was a parade of men openly doing what he did in private.

It was only when he heard himself that he realised he had groaned a couple of times and was rubbing himself harder when Albert spoke.

'Yes, I like these too.' he said softly

Len looked at him and he was rubbing equally as hard.

'Look,' said Albert, 'when I watch these I like to be totally relaxed and enjoy myself, if you know what I mean.'

Len had a pretty good idea but thought he'd better ask.

'How do you mean?'

'You know.' Albert made a small masturbatory action in front of his bulge.

Len nodded and looked back to the television. He too wanted to do what Albert had intimated but wasn't sure enough of how his friend would react if he started. He continued rubbing himself through his trousers and Albert spoke again.

'Would you be embarrassed or put off if I did – you know?' Again the same hand movement.

Len looked over and shook his head. 'We're both grown ups and,' he glanced quickly at his crotch then at Alberts', 'we're both hard and if you do I wouldn't mind as well.'

He continued to watch as, with obvious relief, Albert unzipped his fly and reached in to bring his penis out. He made no attempt to hide or shield it in any way and uninhibitedly started to rub his foreskin up and down. Len stared openly at the pink shaft and purple helmet sticking out of his clothes then glanced up to see Albert watching him closely.

'Are you sure you don't mind?'

Len shook his head again and reached for his own zip. He was harder and more excited that he could remember since Rose had gone. Here he was about to expose himself to another man who was in as excited a condition as himself and openly do what he normally did alone in bed. 

He eased his penis out of his fly and got it as comfortable as he could and started rubbing himself. He glanced over to see Albert watching him intently, staring at the movement of Lens hand and the reaction it was generating. He always got quite wet when he was turned on and that was very evident now with his swollen helmet slick with precum.

Apart from the wetness, there didn't seem to be a lot of difference between them, a source of comfort to Len as he had always considered himself to be less well endowed than the average man – if some of the films were anything to go by! He had only had experience of one other man in his life and that had been shared with Rose late on in their lives. It had, admittedly added a new dimension to their intimacy and dramatically enlivened something that had lain dormant for years.

They continued to look at the film and Len was torn between the television and looking at Albert. Each time he did it was to see him looking openly at Lens penis which turned him on even more. He was finding it less than satisfying just rubbing the part that projected from his fly, so he asked Albert if he would mind if he made himself more comfortable.

'You do whatever you want.' was the softly spoken answer, so he stood up and undid his trousers completely and slid them with his pants down to his ankles. Before he sat down again he rolled his top up over his stomach so he was naked from his chest to his feet. He settled back in the settee so Albert could see him plainly. His hard penis stuck up from a thatch of greying pubic hair and his balls hung between his legs, moving up and down with his foreskin.

He turned his attention to the screen very aware that Alberts' eyes were fixed on his crotch, the film forgotten. At that point the male masturbation series came to an end and it moved onto an elderly couple pleasuring each other orally.

'Oh, that's a shame, I was really enjoying those.' Len blushed as he suddenly realised what he was saying. He was openly admitting that it had turned him on to watch other men masturbating to orgasm, something that until now he had not thought much about.

'So was I. Shall I play that bit again?'

Len nodded and watched as his friend stood up and walked to the player to get the handset. His penis was sticking out from his fly and it bobbed rigidly as he walked. He wound the film back and returned to his seat but before sitting down he too undid his trousers and lowered them with his pants to his feet. Instead of leaving them there though, he stepped out of them before rolling his top up over his belly as well.

Len made no pretence of looking away while this was happening and stared openly at Alberts' crotch as it was exposed. He saw Albert looking at him as he did and was then treated to Albert moving his body so Len got a full face view of his friends' genitals before he turned sideways to give him a profile view. He had less hair than Len and this gave the impression that his penis was larger, and it hadn't turned as grey as his own.

As he sat down he said, 'I always take them right off. Saves them getting messy later.'

Len nodded and lent forward to shuck his own trousers and pants right off before settling back in the seat. He was very wet now and his foreskin was slipping easily over his glans making little squelchy noises as it did. Although he was still watching the screen, more and more often he was looking over to watch Albert masturbate. He had his hand wrapped round his shaft and Len could see his foreskin slipping over his ridge. His eyes were fixed on Lens actions but occasionally they would make eye contact briefly.

Apart from the sexual sounds coming from the television, there was silence in the room until Albert cleared his throat.

'Look, I hope you don't mind me asking this but would you mind if I came and sat on the settee beside you?'

Len looked at him in surprise wondering what was coming next.

Albert went on. 'It's just that this chair is fabric and the settee is leather,' he paused and looked down at his crotch, 'and it wipes off the leather a lot easier.' He looked almost embarrassed as he said it 

Len smiled. 'Yeah, sure.' He said and made room on the couch beside him.

With Albert sat beside him there was no pretence now from either of them as they both openly watched the other masturbate. Now that he was closer, Len could see a little clear liquid coming from Alberts' pisshole and that his penis was slightly thinner than his own.

Their close proximity and the fact that their legs were touching started taking Len towards the point of no return.

'Have you got any tissues?' he asked, 'I'm going to cum soon.'

'Just relax and let it go onto the seat and wipe it afterwards. I'm going to.'

With that, Len just sat back and increased his hand movements until he felt his sperm begin its' journey. He opened his thighs wide and pushed his penis forward as his hips and body began jerking gently. Even at his age he still had the ability to ejaculate quite strongly and the first 2 or 3 spurts left his body completely and splashed onto the leather. The remaining spurts were not so powerful but his thick cream continued to add to the growing pool between his legs. All the while he was aware that he was grunting softly with each contraction and that Albert was watching him closely, staring at the semen on the seat, but his hand stilled at his own crotch.

As his contractions finished he slumped back in the cushions totally spent. He couldn't remember having had such an intense orgasm since Rose and looked down over his stomach. He was softening now and looked at Albert who was still holding his rigid shaft but without any movement.

'Wow,' said Albert softly, 'that was amazing.' then as if answering Lens' unasked question went on 'I'll save mine for a little longer.' and turned his attention back to the screen.

It took Len a few minutes to recover but he then became aware of his need to piss so he asked where the toilet was. He got up and moved to the door and was halfway up the stairs when he thought he might as well get his clothes and dress himself again. He turned back down and pushed the door open then stood stock still in surprise.

Albert was on his knees in front of the place where Len had sat licking the sperm off the leather seat. His hand was moving rapidly at his crotch and it was only a few seconds before Len saw his sperm spit onto the carpet. All through his climax Albert continued to avidly clean Lens discharge and only sat back on his heels when his own was complete.

Len didn't know what to do. To save embarrassment he backed quietly into the hall and crept back upstairs. He was amazed at what he had just seen and it took a little while for his pee to start. He thought about it for a little while and decided he wouldn't say anything as he didn't want to risk the friendship and after all, what harm had it done? If it had been what Albert needed, then so what? He'd had the decency to try and be discreet about it and hadn't put any pressure on his guest.

He made sure he pulled the flush as noisily as he could then made his progress downstairs as obvious as possible. When he got to the lounge Albert was just doing his fly up so Len picked up his clothes and dressed himself.

He looked at the settee and Albert quickly said, 'It's OK I wiped it all up.' A quick glance at the floor showed signs of damp but that sperm too had gone. 

They chatted for a while but now their gratification was complete it was not as relaxed as it had been earlier so Len made his excuses and made to leave. As he did so Albert handed him two discs saying he thought he would enjoy them.

The five minute walk back to his apartment was all Len needed to convince himself.

'Next time,' he thought because he had decided there would be a next time, 'next time......'

Len and Albert Ch. 02



It was a few days before Len saw Albert again. He'd gone to the club as usual on a couple of evenings and when Albert didn't show he started to get a sinking feeling that a line had been crossed that had damaged their friendship.

He had watched the films he'd been lent and they'd had the same affect on him as at Alberts, but it was always the memory of what the two of them had done and Alberts' subsequent actions that had taken him into his climax. He found it excited him in a way he had never thought possible, and to an extent that matched the resurgence of his intimacy with Rose and Tom several years before. He wanted more but was beginning to think that sadly it was unlikely.

So he was in a pensive frame of mind one early afternoon when he answered his phone

'Whatcha Cock!' It was Albert and his cheery greeting immediately lifted Lens' mood.

'Hello Bert, where've you been? I was getting worried about you. You've not been in the club or anything and I wondered if everything was alright.'

'Oh yeah,' said Bert, 'just went up my sisters for a few days. Thought I'd told you.'

'No,' said Len, 'but it's good to hear you. I was beginning to think that you were having regrets.' He went on anxiously 'Are you at all?'

'About our last meeting? Good Heavens no,' came the reply, 'it was very enjoyable as I recall.'

Lens sigh of relief must have been audible at the other end.

'You watched those films yet?'

'Yes.'

'Good? Enjoy 'em?'

'Yes, very much.'

'I've got more if you'd like 'em. Did you say you'd got some I could watch?'

'Yes,' said Len, 'anytime you want.'

'Well,' said Albert, 'I've just got back and wouldn't mind getting my hands on a couple of new ones.' There was a pause then 'Look, say no if you don't want to but what about coming over with a couple and you could get a couple more from me?' He went on quickly. 'Or if you like I could bring 'em over to yours......but only if you want to. I wouldn't want to, you know, push it or anything.'' 

He sounded a little anxious but Len could already feel his excitement rising. He could tell from Alberts' voice that he was probably keen to get together again so taking a deep breath he replied, 'Come over here if you like, I've got some beers in the fridge.'

As soon as he said it he realised that what was likely to happen might well be a step further than last time and his voice started to tremble a little.

'Perhaps you'd like to look at a couple before you take them.' he continued

Alberts voice was softer as he replied. 'That'd be nice, I'd like that. Just let me have a shower and that and I'll be over.'

As he replaced the receiver his hands were shaking a little and his heart was pounding. What had happened before was very exciting but it had happened naturally and hadn't been planned like this meeting. All of a sudden he started feeling nervous and wondered if he had made the right decision. The more he thought the more he worried so he decided to take a leaf out of Alberts book and have a shower. It would take his mind off it a bit and besides, he didn't want to risk giving offence through body odour or worse.

The shower gave him something to do and, although he washed himself thoroughly all over, he didn't dare caress himself intimately as he sometimes did or it could all have been over before Albert even got there. Afterwards he deliberated as to whether he should get properly dressed or just stay in his dressing gown but decided the latter was a bit obvious. He laid his out on the bed with a spare one he had just in case they might come in handy however, and closed the door.

He went into his small living room and started getting his films out. He didn't have as many as Albert by a long chalk, but he selected three or four that he'd regularly enjoyed and set them to one side. He kept looking for things to do to lessen his nervousness and was checking on the beers when the front door intercom buzzed. 

He let Albert in and told him where the apartment was then opened his own front door slightly. A few minutes later he was standing in the living room and all Lens' nervousness evaporated. He handed Len a carrier bag which revealed four cans of beer and three dvds when he looked, and expressed surprised at the size of the apartment. 

'Thought these places were a lot smaller than this,' he said, 'mind if I have a look round?'

'I'll give you a tour, said Len, 'but it won't take long!'

They both laughed and Len showed him the few rooms that comprised his home now. When he opened his bedroom door he suddenly blushed deep red when they saw the dressing gowns.

'You wear them both together do you?' laughed Albert.

'Well...no...er,' stammered Len who was suddenly at a loss for words, 'they're ...em..well..'

Albert looked enquiringly at him.

'Well...I thought...er..if we were going to watch..em..a film or anything...we could get..er...comfortable first.' As soon as he said it he thought it was the wrong thing. 'Talk about going at it with a sledge hammer' he thought. 

'Good idea.' breathed Albert and Len knew then that Albert had been having exactly the same thoughts as himself.

'Fancy a beer?' asked Len as they went back to the living room.

He got a couple from the fridge and came back to find Albert looking through the films he had laid out. He held one up.

'This looks Ok, is it any good?' It was an amateur one with pictures of very mature couples in various sexual positions on the cover.

Len took it and put it into the player then settled back on the three seat settee at the other end to Albert. It was all he could comfortably fit into the room from the full suite he'd had at his old house without overcrowding it. They both stared at the screen and watched the action unfold and it wasn't long before Len began to get hard. He openly adjusted his stiffening penis through his trousers and looked over as Albert did the same then just started rubbing himself like he had before.

The sound of Alberts zip drew his attention and he looked over to watch his friend ease his semi-hard penis out of the opening. He picked up the remote and paused the film.

'Look, if we're going to do this why don't we relax and make ourselves properly comfortable and change into the dressing gowns....?'

Albert nodded and tucked his penis away before getting up and making for the bedroom. Len wondered whether to let him go first but then got up and followed him. He was erect and very excited as they both undressed neither bothering to turn away from the others gaze. When they were naked, as if by unspoken agreement, they just stood there a few feet apart looking openly at each others genitals. Albert reached down and started rubbing himself and Len watched as his penis thickened and became fully erect. Never in his wildest thoughts had he ever dreamt he would be so turned on looking at another aroused man but the clear juice that suddenly appeared at the end of his penis confirmed that he was.

He picked up the gown and put it on then, leaving the front open, headed back to the other room. A few seconds later Albert appeared dressed similarly with his penis sticking rigidly through the gap. They sat back on the settee but this time closer and Len restarted the film. They both opened the gowns wide and started rubbing themselves their attention torn between the film and each other. 

They sat in silence until Len cautiously asked Albert if he had much experience with other men. Albert looked at him and didn't answer for a minute then slowly nodded his head.

'I've known I was bi for quite a few years,' he said, 'although I was careful not to let her know. Why d'you ask?'

Len hadn't been prepared for that. He cleared his throat.

'Well....it was just that I saw what happened after I went for a pee last time and.....well I just wondered.'

'Aahhh...'said Albert slowly and for the first time that Len could remember, looked quite embarrassed and stopped his masturbation

'Look, I didn't mean anything,' Len said softly, 'it just took me a little by surprise I suppose. I never thought.....' he tailed off wishing he'd not said anything.

'No it's OK,' said Albert, 'I don't mind but I didn't know if you'd be put off if you knew.'

'I've thought about it a lot and if I didn't like it I wouldn't be like this, look.' Len took his hand away from his penis and let it stand solid and proud from his thatch of hair. His purple glans was shiny with precum and seemed to swell even more when he flexed it a couple of times. It jerked softly and he saw the look of appreciation on Alberts face and it thrilled him to show himself off like that.

After a little more prompting Albert told him how he had come to get interested in other men and had enjoyed many things over the years. His first experience had been in a public toilet when he walked in on two men masturbating each other and it had developed from there. He'd had a couple of male friends over the years who he'd seen fairly regularly but they had both moved away so his pleasures were few and far between now.

He was rubbing himself again as he talked and went on to say that he had acquired a taste for cum after someone he was sucking had orgasmed in his mouth and he'd found the taste quite pleasant. Since then he'd looked for opportunities to enjoy it again but they were getting fewer and fewer. He hadn't wanted to frighten Len off so didn't say anything last time but what he'd had left on the settee, and the fact that he'd left the room, was an opportunity not to miss.

The sounds from the television drew their attention and they both watched as a man pulled out of his wife and grunted as he dribbled his spunk onto her thinning grey pubic hair.

'I love seeing another man cum,' said Albert softly, 'I know exactly what he feels like as he does.'

The scene changed to another grey-haired couple naked on a bed. The man was on his knees with his arse stuck up in the air and she had her face pressed against his buttocks with her hand round his cock. Her hand movements matched those of her tongue which was obviously on his hole and it was only a few seconds before his stomach muscles tensed and his spunk poured out onto the bedspread accompanied by him groaning into the bedding.

'Oh fuck!' breathed Albert, 'that's fantastic.'

He turned to Len. 'Have you ever had that done to you?'

Len shook his head.

'It's unbelievable. Do you ever finger yourself when you're having a wank?'

'Sometimes.' admitted Len

'It's a hundred times better than that.'

Len suddenly found himself in danger of coming so he took his hand away and steeled himself against his impending climax. Although he managed it a large blob of white sperm appeared at his hole which he realised Albert was looking at intently. He could see the lust on his face so taking a deep breath he said quietly, 'Would you like that?'

Albert looked at him with wide eyes then suddenly leant over and took the head of Lens' penis in his mouth. Len hadn't expected this. He thought Albert would take it with his finger and was prepared for the touch of his hand not his tongue. The sensations from the warmth of his mouth and the movement of his tongue were almost more than Len could take and he quickly pulled Alberts head away from his lap. Albert looked at him surprised.

'Sorry,' he said softly, 'did I go too far?'

'It's not that,' Len replied slightly breathlessly, 'I just didn't want to cum just yet.'

He sat there watching Albert savouring his taste then looked down in surprise when he felt his friends' hand gently take hold of his erection. Again, the sensation was completely unexpected but not unwanted so he looked and enjoyed the feeling as he was slowly masturbated. When he rubbed himself there was no sensation that his body didn't anticipate and to a large degree, control. With somebody else doing it to him the movements were unpredictable and unusually exciting and he responded by pushing his crotch forward slightly.

'This OK?' asked Albert quietly.

Len nodded then reached over to take hold of Alberts penis. It was the first time he had ever had another man in his hand and he was surprised at how it felt. It was very firm, almost solid, and hot and twitched in response to the unexpected touch, and the skin slid easily up and down the whole shaft not just over the glans. His was the same only he had never recognised it until he saw and felt another one.

Albert was moving his crotch a little in time to Lens movements, making little fucking movements into his closed fingers, the film now virtually forgotten. They both revelled in the sensations the other was providing and Len could now feel Alberts precum coating his fingers. He rubbed his thumb across the tip of the glans and felt Albert jerk in response before he too was subject to the same attention. At that moment he glanced at the television and murmured 'Watch this bit, it's good.'

They both looked and saw a naked elderly woman riding her partner, who was laying on his back, and obviously getting close to her cum. She was grinding her body backwards and forwards with him deep inside her when he suddenly started his orgasmic convulsions. She froze for a second then fell on his body twitching and jerking hard as she gasped and grunted softly into his ear, the two of them climaxing into and onto each other. It was one of Lens' favourite scenes.

Already on a prolonged pleasure plateau, Len felt his orgasm approaching rapidly.

'I'm gong to cum,' he said hoarsely, 'do you want it?'

Albert quickly looked at him then lowered his head to Lens' lap again. Although Rose had had him in her mouth many times it was never to completion and she had never used her tongue in the way Albert was now. The sensation as he caressed the underside of his glans along with the gentle suction he was applying took Len over the edge to one of the most intense climaxes he had experienced in years. Time and time again he felt his sperm flow into his friends mouth, convulsing strongly with the intensity of the feeling in his penis until the pleasure started giving way to pain. He was aware of Albert swallowing as he emptied himself into his face.

He pulled him off his erection and sat there dryly twitching as the spasms gradually died down. At some time during his climax Albert had got off the settee and was now kneeling between Lens legs, his penis rigid and swollen. He sat back on his heels and started to rub himself in earnest when suddenly Len lent forward and took hold of it. 

'Let me.' he whispered as he rubbed the foreskin back and forth. It didn't take many strokes before Albert suddenly knelt up and pushed himself forward. Len could feel his penis start pulsing before the sperm appeared which, when it did, went onto his wrist and into his hand. He was surprised at how hot it felt and kept rubbing but slower and softer now as the flow decreased and his friends jerking got quite strong. Finally he fell back on his heels while Len reached for some tissues. He wiped his hand and fell back in the settee completely washed out.

Albert was now spent and surprised Len by leaning forward and resting his head on the seat between Lens legs. He wearily reached up and gently kissed the end of Lens rapidly softening penis before looking up at Len and thanking him.

Len switched the film off and they stayed resting like that like that for a few moments until Albert pulled himself back up onto the settee and reached for his beer. They sat in silence for a few minutes watching but not concentrating on the television until Albert turned to Len.

'You OK?'

Len nodded. He was OK. He hadn't given a thought beforehand as to how he would feel afterwards but he felt in some way contented. The lack of intimate human contact over the last few years was becoming depressing, and even if it was not what he would have chosen or thought of, his activities with his friend relieved that. 

'Yes,' he smiled, 'I'm fine.'

Completely relaxed they turned back to the television.