The Unseen Solace of Grandpa's Hands

The creak of the old bedframe echoes the rhythm of his heart, as grandpa's hands explore his body with a tenderness that belies his age. The room is filled with the scent of aged skin and the faint, comforting aroma of his favorite pipe tobacco. His breath hitches as he nears his peak, a soft moan escaping his lips, a secret whispered to the empty room.

• soloboy
• grans

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